Unlike Gordon, who was still level 7.
Over those two months, even though he had only mastered a few spells.
Thanks to [High-Speed Casting] and the earlier surge in his bloodline concentration, Xiluo's level had risen as a natural result.
As things stood now.
Xiluo was firmly ahead of Gordon in both level and elite rating.
He had opened up an even greater gap between himself and the other wyrmlings.
At present, although the other wyrmlings' scales had yet to recover, the wyrmling legion's overall combat strength was definitely a notch or two above what it had been over two months ago.
This left him quite confident in the wyrmlings as they were now.
He no longer worried about whether any more foolish intruders would show up, either.
But...
Xiluo said somewhat dejectedly:
"Over these two months, although the fighting has gone from once every week or two to once a month.
"The Dragon Mother has been struggling more and more in her battles against that Gold Dragon. It probably won't be long before the remaining treants are all transferred away... I shouldn't need to explain what that means for you to understand, should I?"
After speaking, Xiluo unconsciously furrowed his brow.
This should have been a perfect start.
From birth, he had been under a powerful Dragon Mother with an army numbering in the thousands. How had things turned out like this in just a few years?
That Gold Dragon and Silver Dragon really were vile bastards who deserved to die!
If not for them, what could those elves have accomplished on their own? How would these wyrmlings have ended up facing their current situation?
"Yeah... if the Dragon Mother really loses later on, what are we supposed to do?"
Seeing Xiluo's expression, one of the dragons voiced its