The player shifted his eyes in shock.
"Your dragon is ranked lower? Damn! And it looks like something powerful from its appearance "
Drahon was getting tired of this player at this point. If he was going to make friends, then it shouldn't be with someone like this, one who only depended on what he would benefit from him.
And with the way this player was sounding, it seemed his dragon was weak, and he was simply looking for a higher-ranked dragon. Who knows, maybe his idea was to steal in the game since he was weak.
Something like:
If you are weak, why not steal.
If that was so, then Drahon wouldn't mind punching him in the face.
The Bronzer Dragon beside him had dull bronze-looking scales, thick like metal plates, and a heavy tail that looked like it could smash trees in one swing.
But then, it looked weak. Like a creature that would be heavily injured by a much higher dragon, like his own dragon.
The player was smiling now.
"You sound alright, mind if we tag along?" he said.
Drahon almost looked at him in disgust. For a byzantine reason, he didn't like to talk to humans. A huge factor was how he was treated at the orphanage. At first, he feared humans, and then it evolved to him on the fence, and now some sort of 'hate' associated with them anytime he saw one.
And the funny part was that he was a human, only with horns.
Seeing that Drahon wasn't replying, the boy-like teenager said:
"Wink, wink." He accompanied the words with two winks which Drahon found very stupid.
Drahon sighed and replied:
"I think I'm alright."
The player squinted his eyes.
"What do you mean by—"
A gust of wind drove into their directions, swinging their dragons from the left and to the right.
"Woahhh!" the player beside Drahon shouted as he tried to steady his dragon.
Other players too moved from the gust of wind, which was now fiercer, reeling a Winterer Dragon towards.
That made Drahon wonder why a dragon of that type would be disturbed by a gust of wind.
The lady at the hall had explained that Winterer was more useful and proficient in Winter players or snowy and icy.
And if anywhere in the game followed those certain conditions, it was sure that there would be a lot of wind, as the main point of winter was a blistery weather and cold. Snowy places might also come with gust of wind, and ice would be slippery, meaning stamina was also required.
If so, then why would a Winterer Dragon easily be taken to the ground?
Drahon decided it ought to be the tier of the dragon. Perhaps the Winterer Dragon was a Tier F, because the player who had been earlier talking to him was not down yet. He was still trying to hang on to his dragon and avoid falling.
Drahon could see a player with a Demon Dragon, and by the looks of it, he was the only one with that type of dragon. The wind did him nothing. The dragon also. He just stood, sat still, pretty much comfortable, while the dragon looked into the ferocious gust of wind like it was an air conditioner.
Although Drahon might have a Fire Dragon, he thought highly of a Demon Dragon.
Of course, a Fire Dragon could destroy a building with ease, fly to the highest, resist something as a ferocious gust of wind, and do really dark and scary stuff.
Drahon was unaffected by the gust of wind though. But unlike the Demon Dragon player who was facing it like it was nothing, with Drahon's dragon there was some sort of pressure pulling them back, making the dragon to make a determined face, likewise Drahon who gritted his teeth.
The gust of wind became more stronger when runes appeared in front of Drahon.
[Ferocious Windy atmosphere that comes with crazy busts of wind. Not safe to fly.]
As Drahon took his gaze off the runes, which only he could see, he stared at the players who returned the gaze with the same energy. It seemed they got the same message from their systems.
There was about sixteen players in the sky riding the dragons. They were more than this surely. Drahon had estimated the players that entered into the game to be a thousand, as they were literally very many in the hall. So many, Drahon wondered if they were some bots or something.
Maybe others were elsewhere, doing different things for their level one. There were still some in this territory though, but not here. Since they currently were at the side of the skeleton monsters, the others would be at the side of the Frost monsters, while some would be down, at this current place, trying to battle monsters and upgrade their powers.
"You guys saw that," a chocolate-skinned more asked.
They all nodded in the affirmative, apart from Drahon and… the boy with the Demon Dragon. He looked like someone that didn't give a fuck. Someone that sort of hated being around fellow human beings.
That was sort of how Drahon was, but he wasn't so dark as the boy with the Demon Dragon that Drahon hadn't fully seen his face.
The chocolate-skinned boy who had just spoke was with a Winterer, and although it was occasionally moving, his was doing pretty fine in steadying itself from the wind.
"Let's all go down!" a guy with a golden color hair and fair skin said, as she noticed that the gust of wind had gotten more berserk and had sent three more players and their dragon down.
The third player's dragon didn't actually go like the others though. The others reeled downwards with their dragons falling right away with them.
What was different with this third player was that he fell off his dragon, and his dragon was pretty much confused at first on where its rider went, before seeing him almost hitting the ground.
THUD!
BAM!
BAM!
THUD!
That was the sounds the four players made when they fell.
"We'll have to go down now!" another female player said, and immediately they all started going down.
The guy (boy-like teenager) with the Bronzer Dragon smiled and said to Drahon:
"Let's go together, buddy!"
Drahon simply ignored and moved some inches away from the player.
The player smiled.
"Acting tough, heh?" he said. "Well, see you soon!"
With that, he plummeted downwards.
Now it remained Drahon and the Demon Dragon rider, who stared at him for quite some seconds (let's say 5) before looking away.
The player tapped his dragon by the head, and the beast, in an ineffable gesture, was down in the blink of an eye.
Drahon couldn't hide a gasp as he stared in awe. He decided that perhaps the Demon Dragon was better than Fire Dragon, but was only ranked second because good must always prevail against evil.