The five undead giant dragons murmured to each other in low voices, and their expressions seemed to slightly resent the Dragon Emissary for bossing them around.
Priest sighed inwardly, as he could tell from the expressions of these undead giant dragons that the Dragon Clan was still struggling emotionally to fully accept an outsider as a Divine Messenger. Had a Holy Giant Dragon turned up to give orders, these undead giant dragons would have probably scrambled into the dark space, tumbling and pissing themselves in fear.
Resentful though they were, upon seeing the Divine Messenger's mood turning increasingly ugly, the five undead giant dragons still awkwardly, carrying a stench of decay, flew towards Priest, circling him from top to bottom as if inspecting the Dragon Emissary.
"Watch the hell~" the little parrot cursed loudly.