447 God’s Tears

However, none of the elves responded to Joshua's friendly greeting.

The entire elven group had their windbreaking cotton robes completely soaked in warm, damp rain. All of them were staring blankly towards the clouds at the black dragon and the warrior, their gazes filled with terror and astonishment.

Looking at the weather that was changed by human will, the young elven prodigy slowly understood.

Being powerful does not mean adapting to environment—it is to have the world change for oneself!

Meanwhile, Aydril Galanoud, the Nature's Magister and an elder of the current Elven King, blinked in her carriage.

"Isn't that dragon… screaming?" She mumbled to herself, puzzled.

Although dragon-slayers did possess special intimidation abilities against giant dragons, he should not be that scary that he would scare even his own mount…