Dragon Who Controls Time

The night was silent. After nearly a month of sporadic snow, the feather-like snow fell from the sky with the whistling cold wind. It was bone-chilling and the visibility had decreased to a point where it was difficult to distinguish between humans and animals more than a meter away.

In such weather, most creatures of the Northern Ice Fields would choose to stay in their nests. After the snow decreased, they would go out to hunt.

Unless the stored heat was about to be exhausted and he was unbearably hungry, he would not choose to risk leaving his cave in such bad weather.

Somewhere in the Northern Ice Fields, at the location of a meandering ice river.

The surface of the ice river that had always been flowing slowly in the past was now covered in a thick layer of ice because of the sudden drop in temperature. The Terror Lizards that were heavy enough to weigh a few tons ran on it.

Around the ice river was a simple building complex.

Most of the Northern Ice Spirits had happy expressions as they played in the snowstorm.

To them, this weather was their favorite. A large number of gathered water elements nourished their bodies made of ice crystals, allowing them to become stronger. Their unique visual perception could penetrate the obstruction of the snow and become their advantage.

Beside the house of the Northern Ice Spirit, there were simple sheds built. The Terror Lizards and the White Hounds were resting inside.

The White Hound was an ice-type magical creature and was not afraid of low temperatures, but the Terror Lizard was fire-type. The power of the fire element flowed in its body. In such weather, they were all sleepy and did not have any energy.

Fortunately, because the lord of this place was sleeping, there was no need to form a hunting team to go out.

Two days later, in the calm Ice River Domain, all the Northern Ice Spirits who were enjoying the cold temperature in the blizzard suddenly froze. Then, they turned around in unison and looked at a certain part of the river that was sealed in ice with reverence on their faces.

The sleeping Terror Lizards opened their eyes in confusion. The White Hounds howled excitedly.

In the dragon's nest, a white beast covered in pure ice armor moved slightly. Its eyelids trembled as it slowly opened, revealing a pair of resplendent platinum dragon eyes. A terrifying Dragon's Might erupted from the white beast and swept through the space like a hurricane. The surrounding creatures enveloped by the Dragon's Might froze and could not move for a moment.

After a month of sleep, Garen woke up.

He shook his head and chased away the last trace of sleepiness.

The dragon eyes that had recovered their clarity swept through the surrounding environment.

The dragon nest that used to be empty seemed to have shrunk greatly today and become narrow. Garen felt that when he stood up, he could almost touch the ice crystal above his head.

This was not because the dragon nest had become smaller.

Instead, he had become larger.

With the help of the ice crystal reflection on the wall of the dragon's nest, Garen saw his current appearance.

There were pure white scales that were like mirrors, mysterious black scales that were embedded in the neck, sharp dragon claws, wide wings with clear fascia, and four curved dragon horns…

Dragon horns?

Garen was slightly stunned and discovered the difference.

His appearance did not change much, but his scales had become even more outstanding. There were many spikes on his face armor and dragon arm and tail, and the greatest change was that dragon horns had grown on his head.

Garen raised his dragon claw and touched the dragon horns on his head, his face revealing satisfaction.

Although he was a dragon, what had always made Garen feel regretful was that he did not have dragon horns.

Not only him, the dragon brothers and sisters, as well as the White Dragon Mother, did not have dragon horns. It was because White Dragons did not have dragon horns.

At this moment, two thick and outstanding White Dragon horns stretched back along the dragon's eyebrows. The other two smaller dragon horns also stretched out next to these two horns and snaked back, constructing a mighty appearance together.

At the same time, Garen sized up his current body size.

He was surprised to discover that he had actually grown from eight meters to twelve meters in one go this time. His body had entered the category of a large dragon.

There was a very clear classification regarding the size of dragons.

From six to ten meters long, it was medium-sized. Within ten to 18 meters, it was considered large. From 18 to 30 meters, it was considered huge.

The White Dragon Mother was 16 meters long. Like Garen, she was in the range of a large dragon. Only a young White Dragon could grow to a large size.

Because the White Dragon was relatively weak, before it was in its prime, the White Dragon Mother could not become a huge True Dragon.

Unknowingly, Garen had grown into a large dragon that could make the newborn him tremble in fear.

He blinked and felt the surging strength in his body as if he could try to fight the White Dragon Mother.

Although his body was not as big as her, just the ability to accelerate was enough to make her unable to even touch his dragon tail. His speed was fast, and he could really do whatever he wanted.

The White Dragon Mother was not an adult yet, and the ability to master spells was limited. In battle, she only relied on her large dragon body to suppress others, coupled with her dragon breath and Dragon's Might.

It seemed a little weak, but that was actually the case.

Compared to Garen who had rich methods, this was a pure White Dragon. As the last of the five-colored dragons, even if it was an adult, it was not very strong.

Thinking of this, some evil thoughts arose in Garen's mind.

To use a suitable sentence to describe it, "Yesterday, you ignored me. Today, you can't catch up to me."

When he thought of the treasure vault accumulated by the White Dragon Mother, Garen's thoughts could not help but appear.

A strange pleasure of revenge arose in his heart.

He had always remembered being ruthlessly expelled by the White Dragon Mother.

"Find a chance to face the White Dragon Mother head-on."

"If she's not my match, I'll snatch half of her… snatch 60% of her treasures."

After all, under her protection for more than a year, Garen had passed through his weakest period. On account of this favor, he decided not to be so heartless. If he could defeat her, he would only snatch 60%.

The remaining 40% was to repay the White Dragon Mother for her protection.

If it was a True Dragon, even if it was their mother, as long as they could defeat her, they would not hesitate to snatch all the other party's treasures.

Putting the matter of snatching the White Dragon Mother's treasure behind him for the time being, Garen focused his attention on himself.

"This sleep seems to have changed me greatly."

"Could it be that I've passed the baby dragon stage and become a child dragon?"

Even in his sleep, Garen was still especially clear about the passage of time.

He knew that only a month had passed and he was still less than two years old. In terms of real time, he was considered a baby dragon.

However, Garen could not figure out the exact flow of time on his body.

Calculating his dragon age according to the flow of time in reality seemed to be wrong.

Not to mention anything else, when he used Time Manipulation, he definitely experienced more time than other creatures.

It not only increased his agility speed, but it also increased the time flow around him.

Shaking his head, Garen no longer thought about how old he was. He planned to calculate his dragon age according to real time.