The Dragons' scales were damaged in many places, and traces of golden blood that had yet to dry still stained their bodies.
One of the Dragons also carried an enormous Bone Dragon skeleton on its back.
It was one of the two Bone Dragons.
Elder Muyu stepped forward and bowed solemnly to them.
"Thank you for your aid, my Dragon friends."
Yadis, the Dragon at their head, lowered his head, his voice deep and muffled, seemingly in little mood for conversation.
"My kin was enslaved by the Lich, and only now has their soul finally found peace. I must take them back and bury them in the Dragon's Resting Place."
As he spoke, several water Elves stepped forward at General Adrian's direction, placed their hands on the Dragons, and cast healing magic.
The glow of magic covered the Dragons' wounds, slowly healing them.
Elder Muyu bowed slightly.
"May the departed rest in peace."
"Go. I will faithfully recount your bravery and selflessness to Her Majesty the Queen. The Elves will forever remember the Dragon Race's kindness and friendship!"
The Dragons nodded without another word. Beating their enormous wings, they carried their kin's remains into the distant sky amid the fierce winds they stirred up.
Elder Muyu watched them leave, then withdrew his gaze.
He scanned the battlefield but found no sign of Lin Mo.
Presumably, he had gone to the Portal.
Elder Muyu sought out General Adrian, who was directing the aftermath.
"How great were our losses?"
General Adrian's expression darkened.
"Elder... in this battle, a total of three thousand eight hundred and ninety-two of our people returned to the embrace of the Goddess of Nature. The wounded are beyond counting."
"Even among the Elemental Elves responsible for maintaining the Third Line of Defense, many fell unconscious from exhausting their