The Bound White Dragon

Looking at the Two-Headed Dragon Monster outside the cave entrance, which was raging with impotence, Steamed Bun revealed a sly smile, not caring whether the monster understood the Common Tongue or not.

"Hehe, I just love seeing that look on your face when you can't stand me but can't get rid of me."

"Didn't you want to eat me?"

Singo ignored it completely. He frowned slightly and said to the Born Battle Maniac beside him, "Battle Maniac, can you feel it? That monster is afraid."

"The current situation can be described as a fox borrowing the tiger's power. We are the fox, but who is the tiger behind us?"

The Born Battle Maniac maniac nodded solemnly, then hesitated and said:

"Are you saying there's something even more terrifying in this passage, something that even this dragon dares not approach? That's definitely not something we can defeat."

Singo stared at the deep passageway, a smile of extreme excitement spreading across his face, "However, extreme risks are often accompanied by extreme rewards. Now that we're here, are you willing to take a gamble?"

The Born Battle Maniac stroked his bald head and chuckled, "I couldn't be happier."

"Steamed Bun, let's go."

Steamed Bun, who was verbally attacking the Two-Headed Dragon Monster, finally came to her senses, said "Oh," and followed after it.

The passage was still made of black metal, reflecting a cold light in the flickering candlelight, making it impossible for ordinary creatures to break through.

However, the three of them saw that the metal wall was covered with deep claw marks, each several meters long, with dense dents where teeth had pierced into it. Several sections of the metal wall were even dented several feet deep, leaving a crater nearly five meters in diameter.

Scattered on the ground were dried bloodstains and broken white scales.

It's hard to imagine what kind of monster caused this, or what kind of fierce battle took place here.

Singo walked at the front. He turned around and spoke softly, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Gentlemen, if I'm not mistaken, there's probably a dragon being imprisoned here!"

"Hiss--"

The steamed Steamed Bun gasped.

He didn't say much, but simply went back the way he came, picked up all the scattered scales, counted them carefully, and then ran back excitedly, his face full of the joy of a bountiful harvest.

Why are you all looking at me?

"This is a rare and excellent material, it fell from a dragon! If you don't want it, there are plenty of other people who will. I'll sell it to those Da Tou buy Magic Coin and I'll definitely make a fortune."

Singo sighed softly, rubbing his forehead.

"Alright."

"Now we need to discuss countermeasures. How can we, a few level four Kara, possibly face—a giant dragon?"

Suddenly, the air fell silent.

Steamed Bun stammered, "How about we just head back home?"

After all, since the Internal Beta, players have only had one reference for dragons – the Red Dragon Keosius.

The Faction Chief they knew so well performed so badly in the Trill Battle that the word "exaggerated" could only be used to describe his performance. The Fire Dragon Tornado that was a natural disaster easily burned tens of thousands of soldiers to ashes. Videos of that battle were even uploaded to video websites, and the screen was full of comments like "The budget is burning."

In the recently concluded "Glacier Destruction Battle," this Red Dragon also demonstrated overwhelming power, unleashing a black storm that covered half of the Vahalla Glacier and almost single-handedly annihilating the Frost Giant tribe.

Low-level professionals like them are simply a negligible number compared to those at this level.

The Born Battle Maniac laughed heartily, "Since we're already here, even if we die, we still want to see what it's like."

Singo turned to look at Steamed Bun and said provocatively, "If you don't dare to go, then just go home."

Steamed Bun knew this was a provocation, but he still snorted and glared, "Come on, whoever doesn't dare to go is a son or grandson."

"OK."

The three walked deeper into the area.

The further they went, the more they felt an invisible sense of oppression.

That oppression was unavoidable, an inherent part of the dragon vein magic, emanating from the depths of their bloodline, causing them to tremble from the depths of their souls.

dragon.

Only True Dragon can exert such a degree of suppression over those below it.

Seemingly sensing the arrival of the crowd, a suppressed growl echoed through the passage. The voice was hoarse, seemingly coming from deep within the throat, carrying an indescribable chill that sent shivers down one's spine.

Singo broke out in a cold sweat, but managed to stay calm.

"Keep going."

"It should be there."

As the group entered the spacious cave entrance, a bright and open space suddenly opened up before them.

Steamed Bun's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but let out a gasp.

"It really is."

"Dragon."

In the spacious hall, which spans hundreds of meters in diameter, a giant white dragon was coiled in the center.

Its body was covered with shimmering pure white scales, and its huge body, which was nearly fifteen meters long, was quite robust, with a short neck and a thick tail.

The dragon's head had a smooth, rounded outline, a small, pointed beak-like part on its nose, and a protruding chin. A crown supported by backward-curving spikes adorned its head. Its ferocious skull also featured scaly cheeks, spiky dewlaps, and teeth that protruded when its mouth was closed.

—This is the most typical White Dragon, the lowest of the Five-Colored Dragon, yet it is still an existence that countless mortals look up to, enough to bring annihilation to a the North town.

At this moment, the White Dragon looked rather pitiful. Beneath it was a complex magic array, and its body was tightly bound by countless intangible magical chains, rendering it completely immobile. Nearly a hundred needles pierced through the gaps in its scales, deeply penetrating various parts of its body, continuously supplying the precious dragon blood to the instruments.

The enormous dragon's body was covered in wounds, with hundreds of scales peeled off its sides and the flesh inside roughly dug out, leaving several deep pits on its body that flowed with crimson blood.

Various experimental instruments, including knives, syringes, and bone saws, were scattered on the ground, clearly having been tested on the White Dragon.

Even though it had suffered such torment, the White Dragon still maintained an unimaginable Life Force. Although it was in a deep slumber, the dull thumping of its heart echoed in the hall, and the chilling breath it exhaled sent shivers down one's spine.

Steamed Bun tiptoed closer and saw a metal plaque standing in front of the White Dragon.

Unlike what they had seen before, the metal plaque had vicious bite marks, mottled bloodstains, and broken cracks, but after some repairs, it was still placed there.

Number 1: [White Dragon "Tinia"]

"She is so beautiful."

"I am captivated by her sleeping state, but even more obsessed with her violent struggle. If it weren't for magic, those claws would surely tear me to pieces."

"Ah, this is the most perfect specimen, the being that led me onto the path of great evolution, a White Dragon with a faint Ancestor Bloodline. —Wagnerd, January 1, 1346, Third Era"