When the first ray of morning sunlight pierced the towering, majestic snow-capped mountains of Dragon Island, several figures flashed past in an instant. Even the strongest mages in the world probably would not have been able to see them clearly.
"Dragon Island really is far larger than I imagined!" Roger looked at the enormous snow mountain they had just passed and could not help sighing at the island's sheer size.
Although it was called an island, it felt no less vast than an enormous continent.
Across its incomparably vast expanse seemed to be every kind of terrain: towering mountains wreathed in clouds and mist; endless plains carpeted in green grass; dense forests filled with trees soaring into the sky; winding rivers rushing down from high mountains; as well as countless magnificent lakes, volcanoes, and snow mountains... It was as if every landform in the world could be found on this island.
"With the size of Dragonkind, how could they possibly live on a tiny island?" the Magic Goddess said with a smiling expression, clearly in an excellent mood. "Dragons would never make themselves suffer. Every dragon finds the place best suited for it to live."
"I have nothing to say to that." Roger spread his hands, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
Dragons could be called the strongest creatures in the mortal world. They were born immensely powerful, capable of crushing almost anything. With such formidable strength, how could they possibly settle for less?
If they truly lived on a small island, that would have been the strange part!
Besides, with bodies as enormous as those of Dragonkind, how could they have enough food without a massive "island"?
The dragons on Dragon Island also had a fairly solid system in place. Their power structure mainly consisted of the Elder Council, governors, and