"Ow! Lord Xiluo! Gently! Gently! Please don't squeeze any harder. If you use too much strength, you'll crush me to death.
I'm a mere mortal spellcaster. I can't withstand a dragon's strength!"
As a level 16 spellcaster in the Hero Realm, Old Buck had never experienced being held in a dragon's claw.
Now his life was in someone else's hands.
He was terrified that Xiluo would squeeze too hard and turn him into pulp.
So he hurriedly spoke up.
"Mortal! Stop putting on an act!"
The Red Dragon Whelp stood nearby, rather contemptuous of Old Buck's theatrics.
He had taken such a beating when they ganged up on him earlier. What was he doing yelping like a goblin now?
Xiluo merely smiled and said:
"Rest assured, Lord Buck. Although you're now a prisoner of war, we won't hurt you, for the sake of information about Lady Barbara and her safety.
Of course, that's provided you don't try any tricks.
After all, we're Chromatic Dragons, nowhere near as trustworthy or sentimental as Metal Dragons.
Although Lady Barbara treated us quite well, if there really is no other choice, we can only cherish the memory of her kindness.
Then we'll do everything we can to avenge Lady Barbara and repay her kindness."
"..."
Old Buck fell silent.
Dealing with Chromatic Dragons was such a pain.
This was a fucking warning not to even think about doing anything out of line, or making things difficult for them in their upcoming discussion about Barbara...
Otherwise, they would rather watch the dragon hostage be killed than agree.
"Rest assured, my dragon lords! Didn't I say so earlier? I'm on your side. I was persecuted by His Highness the Prince!"
Old Buck smiled awkwardly.
"Of course we believe you were persecuted!"
Xiluo nodded.
Turning his neck