Dragon Who Controls Time

The White Dragon Mother landed steadily. The ground of the nest shook slightly, and the huge and long dragon wings were folded on both sides of her body like a folding board. She looked at Garen in confusion as he suddenly raised his hand to punch himself. Then, she swung her tail and threw something down.

A bang attracted Garen's attention.

It was a huge, six-meter-long, three-meter-wide, irregular ice crystal.

Garen was slightly stunned as he looked over.

Inside the ice crystal was a bear-like creature with snow-white fur, a huge body, and a height of four meters. There was no trace of blood on its fur. Clearly, it had not experienced a tragic battle and had been frozen to death.

The Northern Violent Bear, in the Northern Ice Fields, was considered a predator at the top of the food chain.

They were huge and fought extremely fiercely. Moreover, they had some spell-like abilities.

Spell-like ability referred to an ability that had an effect similar to a spell, but it was not a true spell. When using it, there was no need for long incantations, cumbersome actions, or some materials and equipment. It could be used with the user's mind and instincts. The concept was like the commonly known innate ability.

However, in front of the soon-to-be-adult White Dragon Mother, the Northern Violent Bear was only prey.

In the end, a True Dragon was a top-notch creature in the various worlds and had a very strong dominance.

'So she went to prepare food for us. White Dragon Mother doesn't seem to be so unreliable…' Garen thought.

She took care of them, but not completely. This was probably how the White Dragon Mother treated the baby dragons.

Soon, the White Dragon Mother moved her feet and lay down on the towering ice bed made of ice crystals. She closed her eyes and entered a resting state.

Seeing that the White Dragon Mother did not notice the theft of the treasure, Garen heaved a sigh of relief.

Because he had absorbed the energy of that gem, Garen felt full all over now. He was not hungry.

Patting his stomach, Garen turned around and gnawed at the frozen Violent Bear.

He was not hungry, but it did not affect him from continuing to eat.

The ice crystal was not as hard as he had imagined in the White Dragon's mouth. It shattered in his mouth like a snowflake.

Mixed with fine ice crystals, Garen bit off a large piece of bear paw meat.

Warm blood, tough bear meat, chewy fascia, and mixed with the crisp ice crystal fragments actually gave Garen a very delicious feeling.

He had originally thought that there would be an unbearable smell of blood, but now, it seemed that the unique taste of dragons allowed him to completely accept consuming fresh blood.

Soon, Garen buried his head and ate.

Dragons were all big eaters, and their appetite seemed to never be satisfied. It was not until he finished eating the two arms that were filled with flesh and essence and ate more meat than his body size that Garen felt his stomach become bloated.

At this moment, a weak dragon roar sounded not far away.

Hill shook his head and slowly stood up.

She was confused and felt as if she had lost a piece of memory, and her head hurt slightly.

However, after seeing the food, Hill quickly forgot about it and rushed over with shining eyes.

Garen found it funny and was about to tease dragon sister again when a wave of sleepiness from every cell in his body suddenly assaulted him, causing him to involuntarily close his eyes and be attracted by the cold aura of the ice crystal bed.

Immediately after, Garen crawled onto the ice bed of the White Dragon Mother in a daze and fell asleep with her.

The White Dragon Mother sensed Garen's approach and opened her eyes. She raised her dragon wings and was about to sweep him off the bed.

However, after hesitating for a few seconds, White Dragon Mother put down her dragon wings, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

Perhaps this was the extent of her kindness.

...…..

A week later, the snowstorm that had lasted for nearly half a month finally calmed down. The sky above the Northern Ice Fields turned into a spotless clear color. The blue sky was like a mirror, clear and beautiful.

However, the entire place was still covered in silver and snow, filled with a lonely and cold aura.

Apart from the howling cold wind, there seemed to be no other sound.

The orange sun hanging high above shone with barely warm light, causing this white world to seem to be covered in a layer of faint golden luster. Golden sunlight could be seen everywhere.

The growth speed of the baby dragon was very fast, and its physique almost changed every day. A week after it was born, the muscles and bones of the baby dragon were already strong. Its claws and fangs had initial power, and it could leave the nest and try to hunt.

Garen, the dragon sister Hill, and the other two dragon brothers who were born later were standing in a row at the edge of the dragon nest cave and looking down.

The White Dragon Mother had produced a total of six dragon eggs. Two of them were not True Dragons, but dragon beasts that had not received the dragon's inheritance. They were cruelly thrown out of the territory by the White Dragon Mother in front of the few baby dragons. They had probably died in the vast ice plain.

Faint golden sunlight shone diagonally at the edge of the dragon nest and refracted through the ice crystals before landing on the baby dragons.

The dragon sister, Hill, had developed a little in the past week and was even stronger. At this moment, because of the sunlight, her body had an additional golden color that intertwined with the mirror-like smooth and bright scales on her body. She looked quite beautiful.

As for the two dragon brothers… forget it.

Garen stretched his wide dragon wings. With a gentle move of his enlarged body, he squeezed his siblings to the other side.

Due to the fact that he had absorbed the energy of the magic gem, he had not opened his eyes in the past week. He was almost always in a sleeping state. He grew taller and looked like he was no longer on the same level as Hill and the others.

A few hours ago, Garen woke up.

When he discovered that he was actually sleeping beside the White Dragon Mother, he was shocked. However, when he saw that she did not move, he was relieved.

On the other hand, the White Dragon Mother was still sleeping. She was still the same motionless pig who could not be moved no matter how the few little dragon cubs pushed and called.

Garen felt that she could definitely sense the call of the baby dragons, but she was only unwilling to pay attention to it and continued sleeping.

One could never wake a dragon who was pretending to be asleep.

The Violent Bear meat that the White Dragon Mother had brought back last time had already been eaten by the baby dragons with huge appetites. Including Garen, they felt their stomachs rumble in hunger.

They were now gathered at the entrance of the dragon's nest, which was 500 meters away from the steep ice cliff. They planned to leave the dragon's nest and hunt nearby.

The White Dragon Mother could not be blamed for being irresponsible.

This was because adult dragons usually would not give baby dragons abundant food. They would only give a portion that could maintain their daily activities and let the impatient baby dragons hunt small creatures themselves.

This was to train their ability, claws, and body strength.

Almost every adult dragon had experienced this.

As a creature at the top of the food chain, a baby dragon born a week later had the strength to kill ordinary lions and tigers with its hard dragon scales and sharp claws.