627 Your Majesty, What are You Doing?

Whoosh, whoosh. A strong wind blew around the territory. This time, even the war-hardened Firuman residents couldn't keep calm. At least 50 dragons appeared in the sky.

Dragons weren't gentle birds. Each one could create a bloody storm in a regular city. Their breaths could bake the earth into a fiery hell. If so many dragons flew over from the Grinth Forest and were Ferde's enemies, this would be war.

While the residents were terrified, the dragons circled above the city and then started landing in the suburbs.

Whoosh, whoosh. Under the violent wind, dirt was lifted, and grass shook. After the 50-some Red Dragon Warriors landed, they transformed into their human forms amidst crystal-red flashes.

Every dragon Magician had carried some Warriors and Magicians from Ferde. They jumped down now.