The thick, pungent scent of blood permeated the surrounding air, intensely stimulating the primal instincts of the wild beasts.
The suppressive capability of the Dragon Egg, which had already been growing increasingly feeble, was now agitated by the scent of fresh blood.
The herd of beasts went completely mad, and the egg could no longer withstand or hold them back.
The herd of beasts completely lost control; their eyes turned a bloodshot red, and they let out savage, feral growls.
It looked as if they were about to rush toward the group all at once like a black tidal wave.
Right at this critical moment, a harsh, ear-piercing "creak" rang out, and the wooden gate that had been tightly shut all this time suddenly opened.
The small head of a Half-Elf maiden, adorned with pointed ears, poked out from behind the door.
Her face revealed a look of deep anxiety, and behind her were several male slaves with relatively sturdy builds holding wooden clubs.
