"Actually, when I was born, this wasn't an ice plain. It was a swamp. Back then, this was the territory of our Black Dragon Clan."
The black dragon's soul slowly began to tell the story of this place.
Later, for some reason, this continent began to freeze. Though it was located at the very center of the planet, the entire continent turned into a frozen wasteland.
That had been fine for the Black Dragon Clan. After all, the environment didn't have much effect on their ability to survive.
When the black dragon came of age, disaster struck.
The first wave of players appeared. They weren't particularly strong, but they were incredibly destructive. As the continent was changing, large numbers of players flooded in. They discovered the Black Dragon Clan and treated the black dragons as prey.
The black dragons were powerful, and some of their clan members were even level 15. But to players, the gap between levels wasn't a problem.
As long as you were willing to fight to the death, you could take down any boss.
So the black dragons were attacked by wave after wave of players. In the end, fewer than ten survived.
As for the dragonkin who served the black dragons, almost all of them died as well.
This black dragon had also been gravely wounded. Though he hadn't yet reached the level of an Ancient Dragon, he fled with some of the Dragon Eggs.
Afterward, because his injuries left him unable to protect the Dragon Eggs as they grew, he chose a path that dragons usually avoided: he became a Dragon Guardian.
Then came several changes to heaven and earth. As a Dragon Guardian, he kept the Black Dragon Clan alive through them all, until a battle more than fifteen hundred years ago.
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