Permafrost Tundra, Aura Kingdom border base area.
Ancient White Dragon Beskar was entrenched in the temporarily cleared space, with obvious impatience and scrutiny in his dragon eyes as he glared at the savage monster that dared to stand in front of him without flinching.
He is much taller and stronger than the other Troll and Ogre. His skin is dark gray-brown, and his knotted tendons almost burst the alchemy armor. There are still some frozen meat fragments left on the outward-turned fangs.
He is Ogre Gruff, the leader of this base area.
In front of the huge and majestic Legendary Realm White Dragon, Ogre not only did not bend down, but straightened his thick waist, and dared to stare back at White Dragon Beskar with a pair of copper bell-like eyes.
His eyes seemed to be looking at a "country dragon who had never seen the world", showing no respect for the Legendary Realm's life.
The look in Ogre's eyes made Beskar dislike it very much.
However, considering that behind these low-level reptiles, there might really be a powerful dragon of the same species, Beskar suppressed his murderous intent.
He needs information.
"You, the slightly stronger reptilian leader,"
"You should know better than your kind the true condition of this land today."
White Dragon tilted his huge head forward, and the cold air he exhaled condensed into frost on Gruff's armor.
"Now, tell me, how powerful is the "Red Iron Dragon Emperor" you serve loyally, and the so-called "Aura Kingdom" he established? How much capital do you have that allows a little Ogre like you to dare to boast so much and be so fearless in front of me?"
Gruff heard this but did not answer.
He twisted his huge head, showing a stubborn expression of refusing to cooperate.
Even, under the stunned gaze of White Dragon, his throat rolled, and he took a fierce spit of thick phlegm towards White Dragon Beskar's huge front paws that shone with cold light.
The phlegm failed to touch the dragon scales, and was frozen by the extreme cold in mid-air, turning into a small ice particle and falling into the snow.
White Dragon's eyelids twitched, his raised claws trembled slightly, and the tips of his nails flashed with cold light. He almost followed his instinct and crushed this audacious Ogre like a bug.
However, when he saw Ogre Gruff's eyes showing no fear and even a provocative look, Beskar resisted the urge.
He slowly retracted his raised claws, pressed them on the ground, and dug out several deep ravines.
"Don't be impatient, don't be impatient, be patient, Hunt needs to be patient... not as knowledgeable as this simple-minded reptile."
Beskar warned himself repeatedly in his heart.
That is the survival wisdom he has honed during his long years of hiding.
After a few seconds, White Dragon turned his huge eyes slyly and thought of a way.
"Stupid Ogre, you avoid talking about it and dare not mention the specific deeds and power of your emperor in detail."
"Is it because he is actually too young, has a shallow foundation, or is simply a weakling who is strong on the outside but incapable of doing anything, and is not worth mentioning at all? So you can only use empty loyalty to excuse him?"
He said in a tone of disdain and suspicion.
This sentence touched Ogre Gruff's simple and loyal nerve.
"Fart! What do you know! You know nothing about the great Emperor Ignas!"
Gruff immediately became anxious.
He puffed out his thick chest and his voice became loud.
"After His Majesty arrived at the Legendary Realm realm, he established our kingdom in the wilderness with strength and wisdom!"
"On the day of the founding ceremony, that scene, hey! Envoys from all over the world came to congratulate you! Envoys from big countries respectfully offered praise and precious gifts to His Majesty! There was also the shining Metal Dragon, who flew in person to witness His Majesty's coronation and spread his reputation!"
"Frost Giant Legendary Realm, who was walking sideways on this ice field before, was glared at by His Majesty and was killed on the spot!"
"When the kingdom was first established, there were ten reckless Dragon Worship Cult Legendary Realm who wanted to cause trouble. What happened? Your Majesty fought one against ten. It was as easy as beating Goblin, one with each claw, and they were all killed!"
"Even Legendary Realm, who was favored by Deity and Divine Authority was the god of sacrifice, turned against His Majesty and was just seeking death."
Listening to this series of increasingly outrageous stories, as if Bard was talking nonsense while drunk, Beskar blew out two streaks of white cold air that were visible to the naked eye, and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply.
"Who do you think Legendary Realm is? Is it Goblin? You can stare at him to death with your eyes, and you can beat him to death like he is chopping melons and vegetables."
White Dragon's voice suddenly rose in pitch, "Or do you think I just woke up from the ice and my brain was frozen, so I would believe such clumsy nonsense that even six-year-old Hatchling Dragon wouldn't believe?"
He felt that his intelligence had been seriously insulted.
Gruff instead opened his eyes wide and opened his thick lips, feeling that the other party was questioning something that everyone knew.
"It's true! It's absolutely true!"
"Although I, Gruff, did not see it with my own eyes in the wilderness, I heard it from Goblin Malit who came from the wilderness!"
"Malit said it himself! He never lies and is willing to bet ten barrels of fine mead in his collection to guarantee the authenticity!"
Ogre retorted excitedly, spittle flying around.
"Goblin? Mead?"
Beskar almost laughed angrily, "A Goblin's vow is ten times, no, a hundred times cheaper than the mead brewed by Goblin!"
Taking a deep breath, White Dragon tried to use logic to crush the other party's nonsense:
"According to what you said, your emperor has just been promoted to the Legendary Realm, and may not have even covered the realm of the Legendary Realm. What can he use to fight and kill ten Legendary Realm of the same level at the same time? And why should he kill the god's beloved Legendary Realm?"
"Think about it with your poor brain! Is this possible?!"
White Dragon feels that the so-called Aura Kingdom is probably just a tribal farce caused by Red Iron Dragon who knows how to make up exaggerated stories and is good at bluffing people.
Maybe that Red Iron Dragon has some ability and can scare one party.
However, ninety-nine percent of those extremely outrageous deeds are lies and threats made to consolidate rule.
"My brain is enough! It's better than your frozen brain!"
Ogre Gruff said with unceremonious contempt, and even pointed at his big head, "Of course White Dragon, just because you can't do it yourself doesn't mean that our great Majesty can't do it! Your Majesty just can!"
White Dragon was a little annoyed by Ogre's stubborn attitude.
The cold air that unconsciously radiated around him suddenly increased, and frost visible to the naked eye quickly climbed onto Gruff's armor, skin and even eyelashes, making him look like a snowman.
But Ogre sneezed hard and loudly, and then continued to stare with his big eyes without flinching.
"Okay, okay, even if he is extremely talented, he can really kill those Legendary Realm."
Beskar suppressed the anger that was about to explode and exposed it with a more ridiculous lie.
"You just said that your Majesty, Red Iron Dragon, who was born with the evil camp, had various countries come to congratulate him when he founded the country, and Metal Dragon also praised him as a witness?"
"Are all the countries you call blind? Or have they all fallen into the evil camp?"
"Those Metal Dragon who claim to be righteous and uphold order, but regard Chromatic Dragon as a disaster, are they collectively crazy and will they sing praises and bear witness to the founding celebration of Red Iron Evil Dragon?!"
He almost shouted, confronting the inexperienced reptile in front of him, insisting on exposing this obvious lie.
"What happened?!"
Gruff's saliva stars are flying in the frost again.
"Your Majesty is a powerful Evil Dragon, yes, but at the same time, His Majesty is charming, like the sun, which can make Metal Dragon follow him willingly, and make envoys from various countries impressed and respectfully offer gifts! Your Majesty is so powerful!"
His words were as clear and logical as if he were stating the same truth as the sun rising from the east.
White Dragon went crazy and said, "Can you become Heroic Spirit after death? It's ridiculous. Heroic Spirit is the life of the Heroic Realm! Is your emperor Deity? Or the king of the planes? You actually believe this nonsense."
On the other side, Ogre is too lazy to explain.
He looked at White Dragon with disdain and said angrily, "Humph, your Majesty is a noble Dragon of Red and Iron. His affairs cannot be explained clearly to a lowly White Dragon like you."
White Dragon Beskar was completely silent.
His huge body trembled slightly with barely suppressed anger, and his sharp claws dug deeply into the ice.
Being judged with such contempt by Ogre, whom he regarded as a slave and food reserve, and even classified as a "lower dragon"...Beskar has not experienced such intense anger and humiliation for hundreds of years.
The last time he was so angry was when a Frost Giant snatched his prey and laughed at him for being just a scavenger in the North.
The stubborn and stupid Ogre in front of him deeply angered him.
White Dragon began to seriously consider whether to turn him into an ice sculpture immediately and let his expression freeze forever, so as to remember the price of offending one Ancient Dragon and one Legendary Realm.
However, deep in Beskar's heart filled with anger, a sense of unease was quietly growing.
This Ogre's honesty and unpretentious determination are so unusual.
It's not like a blind fanaticism resulting from simple brainwashing, but more like an almost instinctive belief.
Could it be that... behind those stories that sound so outrageous and absurd, is there really some exaggerated but true basis?
During his sleep, was such an incredible king really born?
Beskar has always had a sharp mind, otherwise he would not have been able to survive and grow up to this day in the dangerous ice field, and finally stepped into the Legendary Realm.
He had some doubts in his heart.
However, Ancient Dragon's pride and self-confidence in his new breakthrough gradually overcame this doubt.
"Even... even if he really has half or even one-third of the strength and influence as rumored, so what?"
Beskar thought in his heart, "I have endured loneliness and sharpened my skills for more than eight hundred years in the bitter cold land of the far north!"
"Although I have just broken through the Legendary Realm, my foundation is so deep that it is definitely not comparable to those Legendary Realm who were promoted quickly in their comfort zone! This is my home court."
"Once the fire-type Red Iron Dragon sets foot here, his power will inevitably be weakened!"
"One thing is going down, the other is going up, the environment is favorable to me, the advantage is mine!"
Thinking of this, White Dragon Beskar grinned, revealing cold sharp teeth.
He no longer dwelled on Ogre's nonsense, but instead spread the pressure and looked around.
"Listen, you ignorant barbarians who were deceived by lies," he declared in a deep voice, his voice carried far in the cold wind, "I don't kill you today, not out of mercy, but because I need you to act as messengers."
He raised one front paw and pointed south.
"Go back and tell you about the emperor who only makes up exaggerated stories to intimidate his subordinates. Permafrost Tundra respects the strong and does not tolerate false reputations and lies."
"I, Ancient Dragon Beskar, Frost Calamity, now return as Legendary Realm!"
"Your emperor's false reputation and fabricated achievements are meaningless in the face of real power!"
"If he knows how to be respectful and reverent, and obediently gives up the power of Northern Frontier Icefields, I can consider not being in conflict with him."
"If he is stubborn and tries to protect his fragile throne with those ridiculous stories... then I don't mind using his bones to decorate my new territory!"
As soon as he finished speaking, an intuitive warning of danger suddenly grabbed hold of Beskar's heart.
He raised his head almost without thinking and looked at the sky, his eyes piercing through the curtain of howling wind and snow.
At first, nothing could be seen, only the gray sky and flying snowflakes.
But then, in the leaden sky, a small red dot became clear at an alarming speed.
It was just an inconspicuous pixel in the background of wind and snow at first, but it enlarged sharply every moment, tearing away the cover of wind and snow, and its outline quickly took shape.
"Save these words of yours for speaking to our king personally!"
Ogre Gruff also noticed the changes in the sky. He was not afraid and his face was flushed with excitement.
"Look! It's Your Majesty! The great Emperor Ignas, the burning Death Omen! He has arrived in person!"
All the family members at the base cheered excitedly.
White Dragon Beskar's face became solemn and solemn.
He had no intention of dealing with the noisy monsters anymore, and his dragon eyes were fixed on the crimson presence in the sky that was getting closer and clearer.
In just a few blinks, the red light spot turned into a burning red meteor!
It broke through the sky with an extremely arrogant attitude, and was so fast that it even dragged a short trace of light behind it.
Shock waves that transcended sound violently pushed away and evaporated the wind and snow along the way.
The thick curtain of wind and snow in the Northland was also torn open with a hot and straight wound.
After just a few breaths, the red meteor arrived in the sky above the base area carrying unrivaled power.
With the hovering red shadow as the center, a circle of scorching pressure swept across in all directions.
The countless snowflakes flying in the air made a dense sizzling sound the moment they came into contact with this blazing heat, melted and evaporated rapidly, and raised large tracts of white hot water vapor.
The steaming clouds and mist only accentuate the ferocity and majesty of the figure in the center.