The snow forest outside Big Mouth Cavern was not large, consisting mainly of firs and pines, all coniferous tree species.
On the snowfields, only these cold-resistant conifers could survive.
Though the tall trees in the snow forest were all pines and firs, they shielded the lower layers from the bitter cold and wind-driven snow, providing shrubs, grasses, mosses, and other plants with a sliver of room to survive.
With coniferous trees, shrubs, grass layers, and tundra plants, the forest naturally attracted many small animals.
"Your words are absolutely right, my lord!" Charles followed behind Russell and chimed in. "Seeing such a lush, thriving snow forest on the snowfields, one can foresee that humanity will sooner or later defeat the Snow Demons, drive the Snow Ghosts back to where they came from, and restore the four seasons to Dragon Sleep Continent."
"But our generation may not live to see it." Russell shook his head.
There was much he liked about Dragon Sleep Continent, a world of extraordinary powers, but humanity's short lifespan was not one of them.
Even Quentin Shadowflame, the first Grand Duke Shadowflame and a Dragon Knight, had lived only one hundred and ninety-five years.
Without some other stroke of fortune, even if Russell had contracted with Little Dream Dragon, he would probably live no more than two hundred years before his soul returned home.
"Brief," Russell sighed. "A human life is far too brief."
Charles flattered him, saying, "Dragon's Gaze, my lord. You will surely ride a dragon successfully, and living past one hundred and ninety-five will be easy for you."
"Is one hundred and ninety-five supposed to be a long life?" Russell shook his head. "Even wyverns can live three to five hundred years, while dragons live for more than a thousand... Only by transforming into a