"Little Brother Chen, do you think they might be distant cousins of ours who were left outside the clan?!"
A man with prominent horns rubbed his chin thoughtfully and murmured to himself.
His gaze settled on the group in the distance as he pondered in silence.
There was actually a True Dragon among them, along with more than twenty Flood Dragons. With such a formidable lineup, it was almost hard to believe they were not their cousins.
The man could not help frowning as he considered how all this had come about.
"You're overthinking it, Cousin."
Long Chen answered with a dark expression, a trace of displeasure in his voice,
"Whether they're our cousins or not, they're still our kin.
Now they're being surrounded and slaughtered here. Since we've seen it, how could we possibly stand by and do nothing?"
Long Chen's words were firm. To him, this was no longer merely a question of whether they were cousins, but a matter of the Dragon Race's dignity.
No matter what, they could not watch their own people being bullied. That would make the other races look down on the Dragon Race.
"Little Brother Chen is right."
A woman in a pale green fishtail dress nodded, agreeing with Long Chen,
"The Dragon Race will not suffer humiliation. These people have clearly crossed our bottom line."
However, the woman continued with a slight frown:
"But they have so many people. There are only seven or eight of our kin here, and even with our followers and subordinate races, we number only a few hundred altogether.
Compared to them, we're clearly at a disadvantage."
The woman's concerns were not unfounded. With such a vast disparity in numbers, meeting them head-on was clearly unwise.
After considering it for a moment, she proposed a