Bab 1707: 1707. Good For All Races

The reaction of Walker taking a battle stance was instant. Everyone else prepared to face whatever might be around. Midnight had smelled the same thing while the royal dragons just stood still as their dragonkin surrounded them. Any monster on the ground was too weak for them to worry about. Why would a royal dragon worry about some small thing?

Normally, the dragonkin would fight to protect the village and keep the territories clean. That Was how it worked unless a powerful threat arrived, only then would the royal dragons have to make a move. Meanwhile, they would be gathering their mana and understanding the depth of the affinities. 

Walker's stance was facing toward the direction the slightest breeze had blown the smell of blood from. The musky smell mixed in was clear whatever monster had carried that scent of blood, but he couldn't see it through the trees.