Before the cavern front, the command tent stood tall.
Earls, barons, lords, and several provincial governors were within the tent, continually discussing the gains on the battlefield over the past two days.
Russell and a few young knights stood together, basically either sons who were not heirs to their families or the sons of lords—sons who were not heirs needed to serve their families and had to go to battle, and the sons of lords also needed to go to war for military achievements.
This was a small circle.
Undoubtedly, Russell was one of the few individuals at the head of this small circle, subtly basking in their compliments.
"Have you ever seen a great dragon?" a lord's son asked excitedly in a low voice.
"Yes," responded the second son of the Swan Baron, Lord Kunsupu Xiangrikui. His brother hadn't come, but he had followed his father and grandfather into battle. "But back then, the great dragon was still slumbering."
"Were you afraid when you saw the great dragon?"