Not long after, four young dragons had completely divided the giant elephant among themselves, their bloated bellies finally bringing them a long-lost sense of satisfaction.
Feeling the fullness and comfort in their bellies, the young dragons lazily sprawled on the ground, enjoying this rare and pleasant time after a meal.
However, the tranquility lasted for less than a minute before the White Dragon's icy voice exploded like a thunderclap again.
"Who gave you permission to rest?!" Trish suddenly swung her Dragon Wings, whipping up a piercingly cold wind that swept over the young dragons, making them shiver and instantly sober: "Get up, all of you!"
She let out a low dragon roar.
The Ogres waiting on the side immediately heaved and brought over large and extremely heavy chunks of metal.
Under the confused and bewildered gazes of the young dragons, the White Dragon coldly ordered, "Consider these lumps of iron your enemies! Use your bodies as weapons! Hit them!"
