บท 594: 7 Battles, One Tied Fate

Meat-Shield wasn't so lucky as to land away from the conflict, in the mind space he was dragged into.

He appeared under the belly of the humongous brown dragon, who was holding out under a constant stream of attacks, coming from a looming cloud of dark mist. The shape of the mist was weird, looking like a bipedal dragon, whose neck was abnormally thick.

Its two front paws were slashing at the brown dragon's hide, as he braced itself in defence. Its wings were folded on its back, trying to cover the weaker area in its scaly armour.

The dragon's face was under its body, and when it saw the Dwarf appear, its eyes squinted.

Face to face with the dragon's visage, Meat-Shield almost dropped to his ass as he stepped back and stumbled on his own feet.

"I'm here to help. I'm not the enemy!" he hurriedly shouted.

The dragon huffed in response before speaking in his mind.