Chapter 177 The Dragon Which Returned to the Nes (2/2)

The dragons.

One of the Pentashade Dragon species, the gathering spot of the white dragons in the North, was right over there.

The Pentashade Dragons consist of the red dragons, black dragons, white dragons, green dragons, and blue dragons.

The red dragons had the strongest and hardest bodies and scales. They lived in volcanic or underground magmatic areas, breathing flames and bathing in magma. The black dragons were born with the negative energy that normal creatures could not get in contact with. They inhabited themselves in the depths of swamps and the abyss of the seas. Their scales made them immune to most elemental spells.

As for the green dragons, they lived in the mountains and the forests. And they could naturally communicate with the earth, the woods, the grasses and the rocks, letting the plants to battle against daemons for them. Their breaths could melt most of the substances ever existed.

Meanwhile, the blue dragons would stay flying almost their entire lives. The younglings of the blue dragons would be born onto the backbones of their fathers. They could harness air and thunder, flying in the sky without having no rest in between. The moment they landed would be the moment they met their own deaths.

As for the white dragons, they had snowy white scales that could control the flow of water and frost. They were used to building nests in high mountains or in the frost, enjoying the extreme cold that ordinary creatures could not have survived.

In a corner of the northern ice land, right on top of the peak of an iceberg, along with a solid ice wall as smooth a mirror, there were countless giant pits all over the place, deep and lots of twist and turns. There seemed to be no end to those pits.

That would be the lair of the white dragons.

A fraction of the white dragons in the North originally resided on the snow-capped mountains of Great Ajax. However, due to the awakening of the Ancient Dragon [Alatreon] that shook the dimension, which caused the Great Ajax Volcano to erupt all of a sudden, the white dragons had to leave their old lair in order to survive. Meanwhile, afterward, the elder dragon had suddenly vanished without a trace. However, the humans had settled into the lands of the North. As the humans were growing more prosperous and stronger day after day under the cutting-edge power of the Empire, the white dragons dare not to move back to their old lair. So they could only rebuild a new lair for themselves in a corner of the northern icy land.

Right above the dragon's lair, there were layers of snow clouds. The sun lights were shining onto the ground through the gaps between the clouds. One could faintly see that there were gigantic shadows moving back around, arriving from afar.

The flapping winds drew in some wind. The violent flow of air had dispersed the clouds in the sky. White dragons were flying in from afar, one after another. It only took tens of minutes for more than thirty gigantic dragons to fly from the clouds all the way into the lair.

The fully-grown dragons basically had their own inhabited area. Some of them could even turn themselves into humanoid forms. In the human world, they would work hard to build a career and networks of connections with other beings all across the world. In any case, they would generally prefer not to live in their lair. Only the younglings and the elders who were responsible for educating them would stay and live in the lair for a longer time.

If one was acquainted with the dragon species, they would certainly be amazed upon seeing such a scene presented before them. Well, it was because such a scene was almost impossible to happen. Upon departing the dragon's lair, these colossal dragons would no longer be under the care of their elders. They would become independent, having their own fates and destinies. They would no longer be under the jurisdiction of the master of the dragon lair. Unless the female ones were impregnated, they would never have returned to the lair where they were born.

However, the truth was indeed like that. In a brief period of time, another few white dragons had landed back at the lair as they entered the lair again.

Countless giant dragons were gathering in one spot. An enormous amount of energy was colliding with each other, causing impacts all around, stirring up waves of magic energy. A blurry mist was rising up into the air from among the snowy clouds, concealing the existence of the dragon lair that was located by the iceberg.

Not just the land in the North.

Across all lands of Mycroft, countless Pentashade Dragons were gathering.

Truth to be told, they did not know why. They just felt that they needed to do that. It felt like the calling from the deepest part of their Bloodline. It felt like a prophecy was delivered to them by the gods.