On a chaotic battlefield, Richie raised the Silver Moon Banner and charged back and forth, accompanied only by Guardian Angel Delia and then, perhaps, the circling two Bone Dragons Andrejewitsch and Abraham.
He rode on the tall Bone Horse, fully armed, yet amidst the Black Dragons and giant elephants around him, he seemed like he could be crushed with a single slap.
Augustsburg's eyes widened, sweat dripping from his forehead, "Is he baiting me?"
Without a doubt, at this very moment, it was the best time to kill the "Gray" in front of him.
The young Black Dragon girl watched Augustsburg cautiously.
Still wielding his Longsword, Richie dashed back and forth across the battlefield. In this fierce battle, Richie's combat power wasn't the strongest, but it certainly wasn't weak either. Each thrust pierced through dragon scales, especially striking suddenly under the cover of many undead.
In an instant, one Black Dragon fell under his sword.
