The scattered escape of the High Elf prisoners of war was entirely expected by David, and it failed to provoke his Wrath.
After all, in any world, unless under extremely special circumstances, one shouldn't even bother hoping for a group of conscripted prisoners of war to possess much combat ability.
Being able to mop up stragglers, clean up the battlefield, provide partial logistical support during favorable engagements, and retain at least half of their formation without deserting after combat would already be considered 'strict military discipline'.
But this bizarre situation, where the battle hadn't even started and her 'subordinates' had almost all fled before even reaching the battlefield, instantly shattered the composure of Lizrite, the mother Red Dragon, who was facing such a formidable enemy for the first time.
She stared intently at the young mother Green Dragon, whose posture was noble and alluring, while her jaws rapidly snapped, CLICK-CLICK-CLICK:
