South, Dragon race territory of Whitecliff.
On the highest balcony of the castle, the white dragon Frostsire was draped in a magnificent white robe, appearing exceptionally noble.
"Your Majesty, the Reverse Whale race's nearest Nest-Palace has been destroyed. Their main armies have fled to the depths of the Starfall Sea. Shall we pursue them?"
"Also, all the treasures and slaves plundered from this great battle have been sent back."
Zephyros stood behind the white dragon Frostsire, respectfully reporting the gains from this great war between the Dragon race and the Sea Race.
"Don't pursue a cornered foe. Now is not the time to use our full strength."
"Send out those treasures; sell them at half price to the Humans, Blood Elves, and Dwarves."
"They will definitely be interested. Among the Sea Race's treasures, there are surely some items that belonged to their ancestors."
