"It's this kid again!"
The night patriarch gritted his teeth and cursed.
Even he felt that it was a little strange. The ancient language of the Dragon race was considered a very obscure thing. Basically, not many people could recognize it, but this kid just recognized it. It was simply absurd!
When he looked around, his face became gloomier.
They were too late!
Half of the Dragon corpses here had already been collected, and there were at least 400 of them. If the remaining half were to be divided equally between the two sides, they would only get about 200 Dragon corpses.
Their opponent, on the other hand, had gotten more than six hundred this time, which was three times more than them.
He could not accept this result.
These were the bones of a true dragon, and each of them was a rare treasure. They couldn't let go of even one, let alone more than 200. They had to get the remaining 400.