767. The Sole Mission

The elderly Dwarf mage spread out his shadow like a thin black blanket, wrapping up Baduo and the few other Dwarves still alive, then dragged them bit by bit away from the Blue Dragon.

Azra's dragon eyes did not even flick in that direction. All its attention was fixed on the black figure atop the mountain. "What?" Azra's voice carried a hint of tension. "The so-called strongest Great Dragon wants to play the trick of sitting back and reaping the spoils too?" The Great Dragon lay prone on the rocky ridge at the summit, its dragon eyes half open, half closed, its wings folded at its sides, showing no sign of attacking. "I only sensed a Dragon Strife here and came to take a look."

"Take a look?" Open suspicion showed plainly on Azra's dragon face.

The Great Dragon ignored its expression.

"Have you encountered Swergis?"

"Which Swergis? Ah—!" Azra froze for a moment, then realization dawned on it. Its dragon eyes narrowed slightly. "You mean that Dragonkin who's always following behind you?"

"Have you seen her?"

"No, but..." It split its mouth open, revealing a maw full of ghastly white fangs. "For a weak thing like that to overestimate herself and dare get involved in Dragon Strife, she's probably long since died under someone's claws."

The Great Dragon did not argue. It lowered its eyelids, as if it had already lost interest in the topic, then propped itself up on its forelimbs. Its dragon wings slowly spread, ready to fly away.

"Don't tell me you still plan to protect that piece of trash? In this Dragon Strife?" Azra suddenly spoke again, its voice filled with mockery and ridicule. "Even Sylvia is already dead."

The Great Dragon's movement stopped. Its originally half-lidded dragon eyes suddenly snapped wide open, its pupils