Krasus of the Council of Six in Dalaran frowned as he looked at the battered corpse of the Red Dragon ravaged by artillery fire.
He outwardly appeared to be a High Elf mage of profound mana and extensive knowledge.
He was actually of the same kind as this Red Dragon corpse on the ground.
Looking at the corpse of his kind without many intact scales across its entire body, it would be a strange thing if his mood could be good.
The Gryphon Rider of the Wildhammer Clan were proudly boasting to the people at this moment that they had destroyed many scales on the Red Dragon, which enabled the Red Dragon to be shot down by the Anti-Aircraft Gun.
Even if they had not injured the Red Dragon, the terrifying armor-piercing lethality of the Anti-Aircraft Gun was enough to break through the defense of the dragon scales.
Slaying a dragon was a very prestigious matter, however.
If they did not boast about it properly, it would do a disservice to their hard work.
Dragon-slaying that occurred under normal circumstances involved using powerful divine weapons to pierce the dragon scales, and then hacking the Dragon to death alive.
Divine weapons were not dime-a-dozen items, though.
Moreover, Dragons would not be foolish enough to land obediently on the ground and let people hack them.
Therefore, Krasus did not believe the Wildhammer Dwarves possessed the strength to slay a dragon.
He carefully inspected the corpse of his kind, quickly determining that this was not a normal Red Dragon.
Through observing the shattered dragon scales, Krasus quickly reached a conclusion.
"The condition of this Red Dragon is not right! Its body grew in a short period of time."
Archmage Antonidas took the tattered dragon scale to observe it closely, reaching the same conclusion