"Dragon wings?" Bruto said excitedly and curiously under the influence of alcohol, "Other than flying, dragons can use them to slap people?"
"Think about it—if those wings can lift their heavy bodies into the air, how strong must they be?" The Elf Priest pointed at the dragon body structure diagram he just drew on the ground with the half-eaten kebab skewer in his hand, "When faced with a group of three or more enemies, an adult dragon will not hesitate to swing its wings broadly, knocking all nearby enemies to the ground, and use this movement to fly into the air. Afterwards, it will choose a more advantageous position to land, either next to a Spellcaster lacking self-defense or some hard-to-reach spot, to use Dragon Breath from a high position to destroy its enemies."
"Hmm, I suddenly think fighting a dragon is a terrible idea." Bruto stared at the lifelike dragon drawing on the ground and swallowed hard, "Do White Dragons like eating Dwarves?"
