The changes brought by the Dragon Blood were immense—a miraculous, world-shaking transformation. The once-listless Kobold had become a majestic, powerful warrior. He wore a slightly old set of full Cavalry Armor, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's and as fierce as a tiger's. His upright posture atop his mount revealed the calm courage of a peerless hero.
This was a true Warrior, with a confidence honed over an undefeated career—a quality possessed only by the greatest heroes of the age. Coincidentally, the Lord was just such a heroic figure himself.
The Giant Dragon Corps' formation began to spread out. As expected, the Goblins and Kobolds formed the vanguard, while the Lizardmen and Leopard-headed People watched menacingly from the rear.
They clearly didn't take High Cliff Castle, with its mere few hundred people, seriously. Some of the Kobolds and Goblins were even laughing and joking, their relaxed expressions making it seem like they were on a picnic.
