"What happened to you?"
The Lava General hurried forward to ask.
They had met before when the exoskeletons for the battle priests had been commissioned. They were not particularly familiar with each other, but they knew one another's personalities and builds well enough.
"Perhaps we were going a little too fast. They got airsick."
The Green Dragon curiously examined the surroundings, especially the large group of disgusting-looking insects imprisoned nearby. Despite having lived for over a thousand years, he had never seen anything like them before, so he casually gave that reply.
The Wild Mage swore that when he returned, he would develop a faster, more stable aircraft that could fly safely without so much jolting!
Seeing the Wild Mage's resolute expression, the Apprentice swore that after returning this time, he would devote himself to studying magic. Then next time, he could fly himself... No, forget it. He could not learn it, no matter how hard he tried. After all these years, he had not even become a Low-Order Mage. Flying was still a distant dream. He might as well study how machinery could achieve flight.
At that moment, a seed sprouted in the hearts of several magitech experts.
A seed that longed to fly.
"Airsick?"
The Lava General paused, then seemed to understand. He immediately ordered his subordinates to prepare some drinks, then looked at the Green Dragon. "What would you like to drink? I'll have someone prepare some for you as well."
Under the guidance of the Technology God, the dragons had established Great Dragon Bank and Great Dragon Express. This was no secret. From a certain perspective, they were on the same side, so naturally, the Lava General welcomed them with a smile.
Otherwise, he truly would not have cared about an ordinary dragon.
His own strength