The rotting breeze carried a faint scent of blood.
The dragons had extremely sharp senses, capable of detecting the scent of carnage from afar. At some point, a large number of blood-red enemy marks appeared at the edge of the strategic map.
"It's the Dark Elves!"
Duncan's expression changed slightly as he saw ranks of Dark Elf hunters advancing through the dense jungle, far outnumbering the nearby Sub-dragon village, forming an organized army.
Under the shadow of the Heister Tree, a Sub-dragon dressed like a Priest seemed to be listening to something.
Soon, the ceremony held by the village began to accelerate.
Nearly a hundred female Sub-dragons placed their eggs at the base of the tree, and then, following the Priest's guidance, began drinking the Divine Tree's sap one after another.
An incredible scene unfolded!
