Garen slowly moved his feet and approached the White Dragon Mother, trying to rub her head and act cute.
For food, he would risk his life.
He would use all his coquettishness.
When he was still a human, the cats raised by Garen's family were like this. Usually, no matter how noisy they were, when they were hungry, they would put on a pitiful appearance and rub the back of his hand or pants. Then, Garen would be unable to resist giving them food and water.
Garen hoped that this move would also work on the White Dragon Mother.
However, perhaps just as most humans only felt that other creatures' cubs were cute and their own cubs were ugly, the White Dragon Mother looked at the stupid and cute baby dragon with a calm reaction.
Her gaze was sharp and cold. She did not speak and only stared at Garen silently. It made him shiver and he immediately did not dare to approach.
"The kinship between evil dragons… is no different from nothing."
Resentfully pretending that nothing had happened, Garen looked at the other four dragon eggs that were still intact.
These eggshells were also swaying slightly, and fine cracks spread on the surface.
The baby dragons inside were moving her body, wanting to break out of their shells. However, it seemed that this would still take some time. He did not know how many dragon brothers and sisters would be born in the end.
Dragons could give birth to about two to six dragons at a time. The White Dragon Mother had given birth to six this time and was considered outstanding among dragons.
The most common number of dragon eggs should be three or four. About 90% of the Dragon Mothers were in this category. Including the similarly rare ones who had two eggs, dragons like the White Dragon Mother amounted to about 5%.
"When the other siblings are born, it shouldn't be too much for me to snatch some eggshells."
The size of those eggs could only reach Garen's chest. The ones inside were probably all normal baby dragons.
Garen lowered his head to look at his clearly much stronger and taller dragon body. He immediately became arrogant and felt that he could fight four alone.
He subconsciously licked the corner of his mouth. Garen leaned against the wall and looked straight ahead as he secretly moved towards the dragon egg.
The White Dragon Mother was still staring at him, so Garen had no choice but to hide his thoughts.
However, he did not believe that the White Dragon Mother could stare at him without blinking.
Even if he was discovered, perhaps the White Dragon Mother would still not stop him. After all, it was fine to steal Hill's eggshell. However, because he did not know her bottom line, Garen returned the smallest eggshell fragment.
As soon as this thought appeared, the ground of the nest covered in hard ice crystals shook slightly.
Garen turned around and saw that the White Dragon Mother had moved her body as if she was stretching her muscles and bones.
She glanced at the other dragon eggs that were swaying slightly. There was no emotion in the pale yellow dragon pupils.
This was not the first time Garen had seen this gaze.
Even if the White Dragon's intelligence was only at the bottom of the dragon race and its thinking method was closer to that of a beast hunter, compared to other races, the White Dragon's intelligence was still not low. However, they preferred using their instincts to think.
The White Dragon Mother, who was about to become an adult, definitely had intelligence that surpassed ordinary humans.
She probably could not be bothered to pay attention to her cubs.
Next, the White Dragon Mother slowly stood up. The shadow of her body immediately enveloped Garen, and the pressure brought about by her huge body assaulted him.
It made Garen feel a little suffocated.
After stretching her wings, the White Dragon Mother walked to the entrance of the nest with her heavy and huge body. She looked back and turned around. With a flap of her dragon wings, her huge figure disappeared into the snow outside the nest.
Garen slowly moved his feet towards the entrance of the nest.
After approaching, he focused his gaze outside the nest. The scene in front of him immediately made Garen gasp.
Pristine snowflakes fell from the sky and landed on the ground that was already covered in snow.
Whistling, a cold wind that was almost visible to the naked eye shuttled through the faint cracks of the glacier. The sobbing sounds resounded in this vast world that seemed to be formed by ice, snow, cold wind, and crystals.
In the distance, the Winter Wolf that Garen could not see clearly was lying low in the snow, leaving claw marks. In the blink of an eye, it was covered by the snow. The Frost Tiger lay in ambush in the snow, only revealing a pair of dim and wild eyes as it patiently waited for its prey to approach…
In this extremely cold world covered in silver, there were still a large number of tenacious creatures trying their best to survive.
It intertwined into a beautiful painting of freedom.
This was a scene that Garen had never seen before. He could not explain his current mood, but he was greatly shocked.
Collecting his thoughts, Garen raised his dragon head and looked over.
In the distance was a huge mountain range that seemed to have no end. It was as thick as a dragon's spine and was covered in snow, as if it was still reflecting a crystal clear faint light.
From east to south, it stretched for thousands of kilometers. It was composed of countless mountains and valleys, as if it was a barrier created by nature, separating the Northern Ice Fields from the Warwick Duchy that belonged to humans over there.
"Northern Ice Fields, Cold Desolate Desert…"
Due to the existence and uniqueness of the dragon inheritance, to a certain extent, dragons were creatures that were born into the world with knowledge.
Garen only looked down from the steep cliff nest and the name of the area he was in appeared in his mind.
Dragons could become one of the top creatures in many planes. Apart from their strong bodies, sharp claws, and powerful spell abilities, the dragon's inheritance that allowed them to be born into the world with knowledge was also crucial.
The White Dragon Mother's nest was built on the cliff of an ice mountain, more than 500 meters away from the ground.
After taking a deep breath of the cold air from a hundred meters above, Garen stuck his head out and looked down.
Through the dense snow, Garen only saw layers of thick white snow quietly rising.
Recently, it had always been snowing heavily. The entire Northern Ice Fields was covered in snow, and the true appearance of the ice plain could not be seen.
He flapped his wide dragon wings slightly. He had a feeling that he might be able to land safely from 500 meters in the air.
Without really trying to fly out of the nest, Garen slowly returned.
Without the existence of the White Dragon Mother to attract his attention, Garen's gaze was immediately attracted by the object that was emitting various lights in the deepest part of the nest.
Looking carefully, there were piles of excellent weapons, armor, scrolls, and all kinds of glowing gems.
Crystal, agate, jade, diamond… Most of them were ordinary gems, but many were surging with magic power. Diamonds were the most common.
The White Dragon liked to collect diamonds the most because the light reflected by the dazzling diamonds could make the nest filled with mirror-like ice crystals shine.
Garen's platinum dragon eyes were shining, and for a moment, he was a little dazzled.
He had also inherited the love and greed of dragons for treasures. Moreover, as a human in his previous life, Garen's greatest hobby was to watch his savings increase bit by bit.
The greed of two lifetimes overlapped and erupted with shocking power at this moment.
Garen subconsciously swallowed his saliva. His mind began to race as he boldly thought of how to turn the gems in front of him into his own.