Dragon Who Controls Time



To Garen, this was not a difficult task.

It was nothing more than giving the White Dragon Lady some power that belonged to her.

He or God Garen could directly make the White Dragon Lady reach the heavens in one step, surpass the legendary level, become a demigod, or even directly advance to a low-level divine power.

But the problem was that Garen was unwilling.

The White Dragon Lady was quite good at causing trouble.

Garen did not want to see the White Dragon Lady running around the world and causing trouble.

Garen turned his head around and ignored White Dragon Lady's weak request.

"Hmph, you're so heartless."

The White Dragon Lady looked angry, but she did not pester Garen to promote her.

At this moment, Garen looked into the distance.

In his field of vision, a white line tore through the moonlight and snow. It carried the aura and prestige of a true dragon as it approached like lightning.

It was Garen's White Dragon sister.

"Eternal Frost Dragon? Hill had given himself a pretty good title.”

Hill, who had already become a Legendary White Dragon, was 32 meters long. She had a pair of dragon horns on her head that ordinary White Dragons did not have. When she flapped her wings, a cold air naturally spread. The snowstorm parted in front of her and then closed behind her. It was as if even the snowstorm was afraid of the dragon's might, opening up a path for the Legendary True Dragon, adding some power to Hill.

The Legendary White Dragon was very fast.

A distance of a hundred kilometers was nothing.

In just a dozen seconds, the silver dragon with a profound and unfathomable gaze was reflected in Hill's dragon eyes.

The White Dragon's dancing body came to an abrupt halt, and it hovered in mid-air. It was stunned for a few seconds before it continued to flap its dragon wings. Its eyes were filled with admiration as it sped up and flew towards Garen.

"Brother, your scales are still as bright as ever, brighter than the sun and purer than the moon.”

Hill, who had already become a Legendary True Dragon, was still full of praise for his great brother.

Garen's gaze swept past the slim and beautiful Hill, and he felt that her body proportions were more like a beautiful silver dragon. He smiled and said, ""Becoming a legend in your prime, Hill, I'm proud of you.”

Hill lowered his head. " It's good that you didn't embarrass me. I've always followed your example and tried my best to follow in your footsteps. "”

As Garen's younger sister, she had grown up listening to Garen's legends and deeds. No matter where she was, she would hear songs about the great Garen Aurelian. It was normal for her to worship her great brother.

Tom and Charles 'other two White Dragons were the same.

As for when they were young, because of Garen's pressure, they had gritted their teeth and expressed that they wanted to take revenge, but they had long thrown it out of the clouds.

With the bad habits of the Chromatic Dragons, if Garen was stronger than them, but not by much, and there was only a certain gap, Hill and the others might be jealous and hostile towards Garen. However, the gap between Garen and them was too big. They were not on the same level at all. It was like the difference between clouds and mud. Therefore, due to the True Dragon's worship and pursuit of high strength, they began to have a strong admiration and respect for Garen.

At this moment, Hill noticed the White Dragon Lady beside Garen.

"Mother, you're here too."

Hill's attitude towards the White Dragon Lady was average, and she did not even address Garen respectfully.

However, the White Dragon Lady didn't mind because she didn't value family ties. Moreover, Scheer was already stronger than the White Dragon Lady.

Thinking about how she had neglected to take care of Hill and the other little dragons, even letting the young little dragons catch prey for her to eat back then, a behavior that even normal Chromatic Dragons would disdain, the White Dragon Lady should feel guilty.

"Brother, let me show you the current Arctic Icy Plains.”

Scheer invited.

Garen shook his head and said solemnly, "" Take Salia around. Then, inform Tom and Charles to bring Salia back to the Royal Court. It won't be safe here soon.”

Was it not safe?

Scheer was stunned.

"Brother, I'm already a Legend now. I…..........”

Before he could finish his sentence, under the silent gaze of the silver dragon, Hill suddenly realized that even if he was a Legend, he was still as weak as a baby in front of his great brother. He could not provide any help at all, so he stopped what he wanted to say in disappointment.

"I understand."

she corrected herself.

Garen smiled slightly, and his body gradually disappeared, disappearing from the sight of Hill and the White Dragon Lady.

Whoosh!

Garen hid his body and slowly flew over the night sky of the Northern Ice Fields. He lowered his eyes and looked down at the land where he had lived in the Dragon Hatchling Stage.

More than two hundred years had passed, and the Arctic Icefield had become familiar yet unfamiliar in Garen's eyes.

Under the erosion of the wind and snow, some of the rifts were filled into ice fields, and new glaciers were born. There were rows of low and tall icebergs, which were slightly different from the northernmost ice fields that Garen was familiar with, but there were not many changes in general.

He saw his own ice cliff territory.

It was a dragon nest at the bottom of the river that was temporarily opened because of the lack of security.

The Ice Lake that had once killed the Twin-headed Ogre Spell Caster.

He found the first magic book and encountered the Ogre Basin of the evil statue of the Primordial Sun God.

The silver dragon flapped its wings, enjoying the slight friction between its body and the airflow. It watched as everything was under its wings. Soon, it flew over the northernmost ice plains, crossed Dragonspine Ridge, and arrived above the southern countries.

Fields, mountain villages, towns, valleys............ It was not like the first time Garen left the Northern Icy Plains, a world that had declined miserably because of the flames of war.