"Those two actually came to attack Demon Island?
Why? Do they think the Halflings here have plenty of gold coins for them to plunder?"
Xiluo was somewhat puzzled, his expression strange.
Still, he slowly followed the two dragons.
He kept watching as they wreaked havoc across the island.
Although the island was not as enormous as Babari Island, which could accommodate three kingdoms,
it was not particularly small overall.
It covered at least tens of thousands of square kilometers.
Several Halfling cities stood on the island.
But in terms of population and level of civilization, they fell far short of human cities.
Many Halflings still lived on raw flesh and blood.
Most of their clothing was made of animal hides and tree bark.
Only some of the higher-ups could wear clothing plundered from human cities.
Forested mountains covered the island.
The cities were all far apart.
After finishing their slaughter at the harbor,
the two dragons led their Dragonbeasts
toward the nearest city.
Though called a city, it was really more like a village.
There were no city walls, only low houses everywhere.
The Halflings had only just received the signal.
They were still utterly bewildered.
After all, they were the Halflings of Demon Island.
They had always been the ones making trouble for others.
When had outsiders ever come to make trouble for them?
Even over a decade ago,
Xiluo and the Gerlo Kingdom's army had only attacked the harbor before being driven off by the demon army summoned afterward.
Naturally, quite a few residents of this inland city paid little heed this time as well.
They thought that after just a little time,
the battle at the harbor would end.
While the Halfling soldiers dawdled over assembling,
the dark red dragon arrived with the blue dragon and more