In the Arctic Icefield, the polar night has dispersed, and the polar day has once again ushered in.
The sun's rays and heat over the ice sheet are far less bright and warm than those in the south. The faint sunlight shines down, coating the silver-covered world with a layer of gold.
Thousands of meters high in the air where the cold wind howled and roared, there were three super-large real dragons with wings spread out and soaring, there was also a giant stone cairn snake dragon that was more than thirty meters long, and two people were wrapped in the light of magic.
A high-ranking spellcaster.
At the front is a silver dragon with the most outstanding appearance. The luster of its scales shines in the sunlight, as if it is made of precious precious metals.
The two red dragons flew side by side, and some scattered and fine flying snow fell around them. Before they even touched their scales, they were instantly evaporated into rising steam by the high temperature.
It makes them look like they are flying in a cloud of white smoke.
The weather in the arctic ice field made Lowell and Gresha a little uncomfortable.
But it's just discomfort and no major negative effects.
Red dragons don't like cold places, but they can't go there. If their own comfort is not considered, the dragon can survive in almost any harsh environment.
Among the thick clouds that looked like cotton candy, Garen looked down at the snow-white world below, feeling a sense of stability in his heart.
Everything in his eyes was so familiar. The lower temperature around him cheered him up, and the biting cold wind made Garen feel comfortable.
He stayed in the south for a while. The lush forests and the changing sky between day and night had a unique scenery, but it could not make Garen feel a sense of belonging.
After all, he was born in the Far North Icefield and spent his most fragile survival time here. Gallon has a different feeling about the Far North Icefield. Returning here feels like returning home.
The reason why the red dragon and the two mage loyalists were brought to the Arctic Icefield is because when the lava demiplane is opened, they can enter it at once, which saves a lot of trouble.
Because teleportation between planes consumes a lot of energy, it cannot be started anytime and anywhere.
The red flame staff is the key to the lava demiplane. The lava crystals on it can supply energy and open the portal. However, according to Luna, every time the lava demiplane is opened, it will take at least two months to recover.
Charge.
If you are in the demiplane of lava, two or three weeks may be enough. The elemental energy required for lava crystallization is mainly fire element and earth element. It is very sufficient in the demiplane, but it is relatively average in the main material world, and
Not particularly sufficient.
As for the Life Gem given by Garen in the future, which has been completely removed from impurities, Garen plans to use it after returning to the Dragon's Nest.
This life gem contains vigorous vitality and is the crystallization of the vitality of hundreds of thousands of people. Although a large part of it has been consumed by Harris, the rest is still shocking enough.
Gallon felt that if used together with Harris' soul crystal, he might be able to push himself directly to the level of infancy.
Although the Time Hatchling is not a real legend, and its strength is a bit weak, but when it reaches its infancy... it can still firmly hold the position of a legend without the use of Time Dragon Reverse Current.
It's just that Harris's soul crystal contains the filthy magic of death and his evil spirit.
If you don't want to be affected by Harris's remaining will and magic power, it's best to get rid of all those things.
This is a very troublesome process.
You need to use your own spiritual power to condense the needle and thread, penetrate into the soul crystal bit by bit, and then gradually erase and dispel the remaining will and magic power from point to point. This is very energy-consuming and requires a lot of patience.
So.........Garleon brings two high-ranking spellcasters.
Save their lives and make them loyal to you, you can always play some role.
The mental power of a high-level caster is enough to slowly clean up the impurities in the soul crystal, but because it is the remnant of a legendary caster, even if they put all their energy on it, it will take a long time.
The task of cleaning up the soul crystals of Harris now rests with two high-ranking spellcasters.
The Arctic Icefield is not suitable for ordinary people to survive. The severe cold and harsh weather here can kill people. However, if a high-level mage can be affected by this severe cold, it would be a shame for the high-ranking mages.
The lava demiplane also requires more manpower.
In the high-altitude sea of ​​clouds, with all the earth beneath his feet, Gallon breathed in the cold air of the Arctic ice sheet. On a whim, his wings moved slightly and converged directly on both sides of his body. Then he used his body as the axis to spin and shuttle in the sky.
The surrounding clouds were disturbed by his body, causing ripples like water waves.
When the body tilted downward due to the effect of gravity, the silver dragon wings bathed in sunlight swung violently again, and with the sound of airflow exploding, the body rose again.
The gravity of the earth has nothing to do with the flying dragon.
Following the memory map in his mind, as time passed silently, Garen and his subordinates gradually approached the Ice Cliff Dragon Nest.
Soon, a towering ice cliff thousands of feet high appeared in Garen's field of vision.
Looking down, everything in his eyes was still so familiar, as if he had never left here.
The giant dragon's wings blocked the faint sunlight, leaving large shadows on the ground of the ice cliff territory. The Dragon Vein family members noticed the aura of their familiar master, and they all showed surprise and excitement on their faces. They looked up, their eyes filled with excitement.
It is the color of awe.
At the same time, two white figures emerged from the cave under the ice cliff.
The strange aura of the real dragon startled the two white dragon guards of Garonne. They flapped their dragon wings and flew into the air, with a hint of vigilance in their dragon eyes.
However, when he saw the silhouette of the silver dragon at the front, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, waved his wings, and greeted it.
"Great Eternal Dragon, your dragon lair guards salute you."
Garen nodded slightly.
At this time, the white dragons looked at the two red dragons and subconsciously grinned, showing their fangs.
The hot and scorching aura on the red dragon's body makes the white dragon feel disgusted and repelled from the bottom of his heart. Similarly, the cold air around the white dragon's body can easily arouse the red dragon's dissatisfaction.
They are both five-color dragons, so the red dragon and the white dragon have no dealings with each other. Of course, these two dragons usually don't come into contact with each other, and if they do, it's basically just the white dragon that suffers.
"Inferior white scales, Lord Garen, you should replace them with stronger dragon lair guards. Well... Blue dragons who like to huddle together for warmth should be qualified."
The red dragon Lowell could not contain his pride and contempt for the white dragon, the weakest true dragon. He directly showed a disdainful expression towards the two white dragons and at the same time made suggestions to Garen.
"Arrogant red-skinned fools, the Far North Icefield is not a place for you to run wild."
The mature white dragon Holmes's face darkened and he immediately responded with a counterattack.
Although the red dragon is the leader of the evil dragons, it is almost impossible to convince the other five-color dragons to recognize them as the boss.
However, the gap between the red dragon and the white dragon is indeed huge.
Holmes is a white dragon in his prime, already over two hundred years old, while Lowell and Gresa are both around a hundred years old. However, in terms of size, these two red dragons, who are still far from their prime, are completely different.
It is weaker than the mature Bailong, but in terms of muscle firmness, it exceeds Holmes.
"Hmph, you are really shameless dragons, but you dare to speak so loudly."
"This environment is your home field, and you can go together. How about you, do you want to try the power of the red dragon?"
Lowell snorted disdainfully.
Grayus, a young white dragon who is not even super large, is hesitant, but Holmes, a mature white dragon, is eager to give it a try.
In terms of body shape, it looks slightly inferior to the red dragon.
However, Holmes is confident that with more than two hundred years of combat experience, he can definitely compete with an adult red dragon.
"Sir, please allow me to let this arrogant red-skinned man know that in the far north ice field, the white dragon is the master and cannot be humiliated at will!"
Holmes turned to look at Garen and begged.
"............"
Garen didn't know what to say for a moment.
When they meet, they want to fight each other and refuse to accept anyone. All I can say is that he is worthy of being a five-color evil dragon.
However, even a mature white dragon will most likely not be a match for an adult red dragon, even with the blessing of the arctic ice field environment.
The bloodline gap is too big.
Red dragons can become legends at an early age, while white dragons...only ancient dragon-level white dragons can almost touch the threshold of legend.
Looking at Holmes' eager eyes, Garen shook his head, glanced at the red dragon again, and said solemnly to both parties: "In my territory, meaningless internal fighting is not allowed. If you want to fight, this far north
There are many tribes of frost giants in the ice fields."
The best way to deflect internal conflicts.
That is to face the contradictions together.
Under Garen's deep command, the white dragon and the red dragon slightly shrank their necks.
Immediately afterwards, Lowell and Gresha both had bright eyes and said: "We have wanted to taste the flesh and blood of giants for a long time, but unfortunately there are no giants living in the south."
The red dragons showed their fangs and said: "Huh, those damn giants will all die under the claws of the real dragon sooner or later."
To be continued...