Dragon Who Controls Time

A week later, under the dark night sky that was like a black velvet cloth, garen was currently staying in the snow Mountain Dragon's Nest, arranging some things that he needed to bring along.

He had already decided to leave for the South.

Among the spoils of war obtained from the human army, there was a portion of space rings.

Garen put the red flame staff, magic sword, some gemstones, gold and silver coins into his space ring, then rolled them up with his tongue and placed them in the safest place on his body, which was the dragon's mouth.

After he was done, he took out the red flame staff, closed his eyes, and tried to sense its location.

As garen's mental strength increased, this connection became clearer and clearer.

He seemed to be able to see a straight, faintly discernible dotted line. One end was tied to the red flame staff, and the other end extended to somewhere in the South.

"There shouldn't be any problems in the territory if I leave."

Garen opened his eyes and put away the red flame staff. He then silently sensed the strong aura of some of the followers around him.

The Dragon Nest on the snow Mountain had the frost forest serpent Dragon, which greatly increased the safety Index. The ice cliff territory had two white dragons guarding it, which was not weak.

There were many powerful creatures in the ice plains of the extreme north, but if anyone wanted to lay their hands on his Dragon Nest, they would definitely be taught a painful lesson.

Both the two white dragons and the frost forest serpent Dragon were already the best hunters in the icy Plains of the extreme north, not to mention the large number of minions around them.

In addition, the winter Wolves of the Wolfheart clan were free now that the frost forest serpent Dragon was in charge of the White crystal mine.

Three days ago, lang er had led the Wolf Pack and the ferocious frost Tiger to garen, suggesting that he wanted to spread his name and conquer more of the Winter Wolf Clan.

This was something that garen had agreed to before. Now that the situation was suitable, he agreed after some thought.

The winter Wolves that had been transformed by the Dragon vein were stronger than the ordinary Winter Wolves. Garen also told lang er that if he encountered a tough opponent, he could let the frost forest serpent Dragon take action when necessary.

However, once the 35-meter-long ferocious beast was provoked, the target of the Wolfheart tribe might suffer.

Although the winter Wolves were extremely wary and fearful of the coldforest Naga's ferocity, it was still very strong after all. Moreover, it was restricted by garen to not attack its own people. After knowing that they could obtain the help of the coldforest Naga, all of them were even more eager for the journey of conquest after this.

As for the other Winterwolf clans who knew nothing about this ... They still didn't know what was going to happen next.

Immediately, garen left the Dragon's Nest. After giving some instructions to his followers, he flapped his dragon wings and disappeared into the vast night sky, flying towards the South.

Above the thick clouds, the silver Dragon was bathed in the moonlight. Under the sky, it was like a silver stream of light, flying south at high speed.

Garen looked into the distance, and his vision fell on the endless, undulating mountain range.

As time passed and they got closer, Dragonspine Ridge, which was originally barely visible, became clearer and clearer.

"The northern ice fields ... I've been here for three years."

Garen turned his head back and looked at the White and cold world again. Then, he turned his gaze back and looked forward.

There was a sense of uneasiness in his heart, as if he had left his comfort zone, and also a sense of excitement from seeing the wider world. All kinds of feelings intertwined to form a surging mood.

Because of the Dragon's legacy, although garen had never left the Arctic tundra, he was no stranger to the outside world.

However, he had not witnessed it with his own eyes.

Due to the long journey, garen did not fly at full speed. He mainly chose to glide with the help of air currents to preserve his strength. When he felt a little hungry, he would stop his journey and hunt for some food. After his stomach was satisfied, he would continue to head south.

To him, hunting was a very simple matter.

None of the prey that garen had his eyes on could escape his grasp, even if they were some of the stronger, more fearsome hunters from the upper layer of the ice field.

The strong wings flapped, and the sound of the cold wind was constantly heard. Garen looked up at the sky, which was much brighter.

Far away from the ice plains of the extreme north, the surrounding environment had undergone a tremendous change.

The temperature rose, and the ice and snow that could be seen everywhere began to thin. The sky at the edge of the Arctic ice plains, which was in the polar night, became brighter.

As he was constantly in a low-temperature environment, when garen was approaching the warm South, he felt a little uncomfortable at first, but as the temperature gradually rose, he felt drowsy.

However, garen's adaptability to the environment was very good, and this state only lasted for a short time.

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Ice mountains, cold peaks, Snowy Valleys ... Time passed quickly, and these landforms gradually disappeared from garen's vision. In their place were large Hills and high ground with sparse green plants.

As it was close to the North, the temperature here was not high. However, to garen, it could only be described as warm.

Dragonspine Ridge was so clear that he could see the lush forest and the steep and rugged mountains.

At the same time, garen took another look at the sky.

At some point, the night sky had disappeared, and the faint morning light appeared in the sky. It sprinkled down and plated Dragonspine Ridge with a layer of faint golden light. It looked like a huge Dragon in golden armor was sleeping peacefully on the ground.

Garen's current location could no longer be considered as the icy Plains of the extreme north.

He had left the ice plains of the extreme north and experienced the brief change of day and night for the first time in this world.

Hu!

The silver Dragon lowered its altitude. Strong winds surrounded the edges of its wings, causing the leaves below to rustle.

Orcs, gnomes, dwarves ... The intelligent species that lived here raised their heads and saw garen's figure. Their faces were filled with respect, fear, or even hatred.

Garen looked down at the world below him and took a deep breath of the air that was filled with the fragrance of plants. His mood was extremely comfortable.

Within the mountain range, the lush forest, the slowly flowing river, the cool breeze, and the low roars of the wild beasts all gave him a new and interesting feeling.

These were the pictures of nature that interwove together, a scene that he could hardly see in the icy Plains of the extreme north.

After a long flight, garen felt a little tired, and now that he was in a new environment, he decided to land in the Green Mountains, take a break, and enjoy the scenery.

Retracting his dragon wings, garen slowly descended.

The vague mountain range that had only appeared in his vision in the past was now under him.

Garen's body was huge, but it was not obvious when surrounded by tall and silent trees.

The leaves on the surrounding treetops were dyed a fiery red color like the sunset. Other than that, there were many unknown plants and trees of different colors.

This bright and colorful world was completely different from the snowy-silver tundra in the extreme north, each with its own fascinating style.

Garen saw a huge tree that was about ten feet tall.

Its crown was like a canopy, with dense branches and leaves. On the treetops, there was a red fruit that looked like an Apple, but it was a few circles bigger than the Apple in garen's memory.

Garen's eyes lit up, and he immediately reached out his dragon claws to pick a few of them, then threw them into his mouth at the same time.

The flesh of the fruit was soft, the juice was sweet, and the texture was cold and crisp. Garen could not help but pick up a lot of red fruit and threw them into his mouth.

In the blink of an eye, the tree had become bare, and most of the fruit had already entered garen's stomach.

After he came back to his senses, garen could not help but sigh, " "I've almost forgotten the taste of fruit."

There were also plants in the ice plains of the extreme north, but garen did not know if there were any edible fruits. At the very least, he had not found any in the past three years.

After thinking about it, garen simply cut down the remaining fruits and some branches and put them in his space ring, so that he could try them when he was free.

Dragons were omnivorous creatures, and they could eat earth, stone, and metal as well. However, garen had always liked meat, but occasionally eating fruits also had a different flavor.

Immediately after, because he did not rest along the way, garen felt a little tired at this time, and sleepiness quietly came.

The Dragon wings flapped gently, and clouds of mist appeared, blocking the sun and spreading in all directions, covering garen's body and a large area of land.

In the thick clouds, the silver Dragon's body was hidden, and its intimidating aura was also restrained, which made the nearby beasts and magical creatures feel uneasy.

Garen closed his eyes and rolled his long tail in front of him, using it as a pillow against the dragon's head. He then fell asleep on the spot.