As a White Dragon, the weakest of dragons.
Allen was weaker still in his wyrmling stage. Even with Frost Dragon Bloodline, his bloodline was not particularly strong, and his level was still only 4...
The gap between level 4 and a group of level 7 and 8 humans was simply too great. Even a dragon's innate gifts were nowhere near enough to bridge it.
Especially for a dragon with a lame leg?
A dragon without even an elite designation after his level?
One-on-one, any of these humans could easily defeat Allen, as long as they were not a priest.
Under these circumstances, his ability to interfere with a level 9 assassin was not nonexistent, but it was negligible.
Now, as Little White Dragon watched the wounds multiply on Xiluo's body and blood gradually seep out, his expression grew anxious.
But he also felt some despair.
Were we really going to be defeated by these humans? And then sold off?
But... if there really was no other way, at least... at least let Xiluo and me be sold to the same person or faction...
As long as I could stay with Xiluo, that would be enough.
He prayed inwardly.
In the distance, Alicia was dealing with a level 8 assassin, who had appeared to block her when she tried to escape earlier.
At level 5, she was being relentlessly suppressed by this assassin, and the wounds on her body kept multiplying.
"Bastard! I won't let you hurt Alicia! Come at me if you've got the guts! Damn you, you lowly human! Die!"
Koraman's furious, alarmed roars rang in her ears as he desperately intercepted the level 8 assassin's attacks.
Without him there, Alicia would probably have fallen long ago.
This filled her with despair and terror.
She felt her body growing