Chapter 6 The extreme northern ice field, the cold desert...
After stretching her wings, the White Dragon Mother walked heavily to the nest entrance. She glanced back and, with a flap of her wings, her massive figure disappeared into the swirling ice and snow outside.
Brian slowly moved his steps toward the nest entrance.
When he got there, the sight before him took his breath away.
Snowflakes like velvet descended from the sky, falling on the already snow-covered ground.
The howling, almost visible cold wind whistled through the glacial crevasses, its sound echoing in this vast world of ice and snow.
In the far distance, barely discernible with Brian's vision, Winter Wolves trudged low through the snowstorm, leaving paw prints that were quickly covered by the falling snow. Frost Tigers lay in ambush in the snowfield, revealing only their eyes filled with a dim wildness, patiently waiting for their prey to approach.
Numerous tenacious creatures struggled to survive in this silver-clad frigid world.
These were sights Brian had never seen before that he couldn't quite describe his feelings at the moment, but he was deeply shocked.
Collecting his thoughts, Brian raised his head and looked far into the distance.
In the distance was a vast, seemingly endless mountain range, heavy like a dragon's spine, covered with ancient snow that seemed to reflect a faint, crystalline glow.
It stretched from east to south, spanning thousands of kilometers, which was composed of countless mountain ranges and valleys, like a natural barrier separating the extreme northern ice field from the Warwick Principality, which belonged to humans.
"The extreme northern ice field, the cold desert..." he whispered.
Due to the unique presence and nature of Dragon Heritage, dragons were in a sense born with knowledge of the world.
Brian only needed to take a glance outside the steep cliff nest to have the name of the area he was in appear in his mind.
Dragons, being among the top creatures across many planes, owed their status not only to their strong physiques, sharp claws and powerful magic abilities, but also to the famous Dragon Heritage.
The White Dragon Mother's nest was built on a precipice of an ice mountain over one thousand feet above the ground.
Brian took a deep breath of the cold air from the high altitude and cautiously looked down.
He could only see layers of thick white snow, silently piling up through the dense and fluffy snow.
It had been snowing heavily for days, burying the entire extreme northern expanse in snow, obscuring the true terrain of the ice field.
He lightly flapped his broad wings, feeling an instinct that he might be able to land safely from over one thousand feet high.
Brian leisurely returned inside without actually attempting to fly out of the nest.
With the White Dragon Mother no longer there, Brian's gaze was immediately drawn to the objects emitting various lights in the deepest part of the nest.
Upon closer inspection, he saw a pile of exquisite weapons, armor, scrolls, and various gemstones emitting a faint glow.
Crystals, agates, jades, diamonds... most were ordinary gemstones, but many contained magical energy, with diamonds being the most common.
White Dragons loved to collect diamonds because the brilliant light reflected from diamonds made a nest full of mirror-like ice crystals shine brightly.
Brian's platinum-gold dragon eyes sparkled, momentarily bedazzled.
He had inherited the dragons' love and greed for treasure, and his greatest hobby in his previous life as a human had been watching his savings grow bit by bit.
The combined greed from two lifetimes exploded with astonishing force at this moment.
Brian subconsciously swallowed and quickly pondered, daring to think of ways to make the gemstones in front of him his own.
