The other dragons all gazed eagerly at Xiluo, constantly signaling him with their eyes.
They looked just like a pack of little beasts begging for food.
Their meaning was equally obvious.
Xiluo smiled faintly and immediately said:
"Don't worry! Everyone will get a reward!
"But compared with Karl, who fought alongside me and was severely injured, your contributions naturally fell short.
"So the reward won't be quite so many gold coins.
"But you'll still get 600 gold coins."
"600 gold coins?"
Some dragons were disappointed, while others were delighted.
But considering they had merely watched from the sidelines, getting 600 gold coins was pretty good.
After all, they had hardly suffered any injuries.
After consoling themselves, the dragons soon accepted this reality.
Xiluo then spoke with a serious expression:
"Although we've defeated that Frost Titan for now,
"I think he'll certainly return for revenge once his injuries heal.
"We must be on our guard."
"So what? We beat him once! We can beat him a second time! Hmph! He's just someone we've already defeated!
"If he dares come back, we'll kill him!
"I wanted to taste Titan flesh and blood anyway!"
Abel curled his lip as he spoke.
"If I'm not mistaken, that fellow is No. 7 of the King's Ring.
"He was capable of capturing White Dragons and trading several of them to us.
"Do you think he has no other forces under him?"
Xiluo looked at the Blue Dragon Wyrmling as he spoke.
"No. 7... No wonder his voice sounded a little familiar earlier."
Hearing this, Barbara looked enlightened, and her expression also grew somewhat grave.
"What No. 7? What does that mean?"
The three Metal Dragons asked in confusion.
Xiluo immediately gave them a brief explanation of the King's Ring.
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