The feeling of the Red Dragon Blagxit was incredible; he had never felt as comfortable as he did now.
Surrounded by numerous Manticores, he was like an unparalleled king.
A casual burst of flame could take away countless monsters' lives, the sensation of dominating everything made him intoxicated.
Killing, looting, arrogance, and greed - almost every negative word you could think of could be applied to the Red Dragon.
At this moment, Blagxit felt like he had further liberated his nature and felt infinitely delightful.
Those black-skinned dwarves were really great, not only knowing healing spells but also offering extremely valuable magic items.
The magic wand they offered was in Blagxit's stomach, constantly working its effects.
Even though some scars were torn open due to intense activity, Blagxit didn't feel any pain.
On the contrary, it felt like a cool, minty sensation.
This feeling was comfortable, novel, and even a bit addictive, making him immerse himself in it.