"I can dispatch three legendary white dragons and a fully formed White Dragon Legion to assist you," White Dragon Clodia said, "I have quite a few white dragons who have recently pledged their loyalty to me."
"I appreciate that," Muria didn't refuse. It wasn't the time to be polite. The more powerful forces, the better, and no matter how weak the white dragons were, they were still dragons.
"Summon the three ancient dragons."
Following Clodia's command, three ancient white dragons that seemed pitifully weak in Muria's eyes flew over. They entered the Ice Palace, and while the sum of their lengths from head to tail didn't match Muria's own dragon body, the legendary power shining from them was undeniable. At their age, to have such power, amongst the ancient dragons, they were indeed worthy of the name of the Dragon Race.
Though size doesn't represent everything, for white dragons, a type known for their close combat abilities, their size directly correlated with their strength.
