Elsewhere.
Outside Green Forest.
The sun was setting.
A gentle breeze blew over the once-green grass, now covered in blood and corpses.
In a somewhat quieter spot near Green Forest.
Several wounded, weakened, panting Wyrmlings were tightly bound, glaring furiously at two pointy-eared Elves: one who looked about thirty, with golden hair, golden eyes, and a righteous face, and another with silver hair, silver eyes, snow-white skin, and a moon marking on her forehead.
Judging by their appearances alone, they were clearly a Nature Elf and a pureblood Moon Elf.
Looking at the two Elves, one Wyrmling roared angrily:
"Despicable Gold Dragon! Silver Dragon! You call yourselves champions of justice, but is this all you can do?
"Joining forces with a human wielding a Dragon-Slaying Weapon to ambush the great Dragon Mother!
"And then attacking us Wyrmlings! You're utterly shameless and despicable! After doing all that, you still have the nerve to call us Chromatic Dragons treacherous and underhanded? Pah!"
At the end, the Wyrmling spat straight at the golden-haired Elf.
No.
The Gold Dragon in the form of a golden-haired Elf.
The Gold Dragon did nothing, but the Silver Dragon in the form of a silver-haired Elf waved her arm. The spit reversed course and landed on the Wyrmling's face, making it howl with rage.
"You little things certainly have nasty tempers. Following an evil dragon like Baili'er really has warped your thinking. We'll have to take you back to Dragon Island and discipline you properly, or you'll inevitably become evil dragons that terrorize the land."
The Silver Dragon spoke coolly.
"Poor little things. That evil dragon forced you onto the battlefield at such a young age, yet you're still speaking up for her."
The golden-haired, golden-eyed Elf sounded somewhat rueful:
"As for calling me despicable and shameless? Joining