"Those traitors, those fallen ones who have abandoned revenge and their race, will sooner or later be refined into soul basins by the great Dragon God Tiamat and burn in the abyss forever!"
This was the cry of hatred that was deeply engraved in the White Dragon's inherited memory.
"Alright … It's obvious that the ancestors of the White Dragons were slaughtered by the humans." Garon read up to this point and basically finished reading all the content.
Putting aside the subjective emotions, he obtained a lot of information about this world.
Priests, mages, warlocks, and many other professions that were derived from spellcasting abilities were part of the high-level combat forces in this world. They were cavalry, swordsmen, assassins, thieves, and other professions that formed an unusually perfect social system of various military forces.
Compared to the powerful humans, and the equally powerful dwarves and elves, the dragons had disappeared without a trace. The White Dragon Clan was located in the north of the plane, building a nest on the deep and cold northern plateau iceberg. Moreover, this nest had been built for less than a hundred years. Every once in a while, the White Dragon Clan would move to other areas to avoid the humans who might find them.
The powerful evil Dragon God Tiamat did not protect her people. The White Dragon Clan kept moving again and again. However, as more and more of the Main Material Plane was occupied by humans, the places where they could hide were getting smaller and smaller. As the evil Colorful Dragon Clan, unlike the Metallic Dragons, the White Dragon Clan could already predict that sooner or later, they would have a war with the humans.
No … perhaps it was not a war at all, but a massacre.
The White Dragon Clan now had many members whose inheritances had weakened so much that they could not even leave this plane. Most of the White Dragons were only slightly stronger than the big white lizards. Other than the dragon's body that was considered strong in melee combat, the rest might just be a slightly stronger beast.
The decline of intelligence came from the lack of food.
Understanding this, Garon could not help but be speechless.
"This great Dragon Clan, even if the White Dragon is the weakest among the Colorful Dragons, it's amazing that they could be in such a bad state."
Time passed slowly as he studied the inheritance information out of boredom.
The dragon egg seemed to gradually become fragile as time passed. A lot of inexplicable energy in the eggshell was continuously transmitted to Garon and the lump of meat beside him along the umbilical cord.
Garon could feel his body getting stronger and stronger, and his scales and nails were getting harder and harder.
Crack.
Suddenly, one day, when Garon accidentally scratched the eggshell, the inner wall of the eggshell broke on its own.
He glanced to the side. That lump of meat had also developed into the appearance of a little dragon whelp. It was flapping its four little claws and smashing the inner wall of the eggshell with all its might. Then, it ate the broken eggshell in big mouthfuls. At the same time, its lizard-like face revealed an intoxicated expression.
Garon looked at the falling eggshells. There was still a faint white mucus on them. They looked a little disgusting. He immediately lost his appetite.
He smashed even more eggshells and crawled out of the room.
It was pure white outside. What he saw was a piece of white ice that was tinged with blue. He was in a huge arched cave.
There was nothing around, only some soft greyish-white fur under the white egg.
Garon crawled out and heard the sound of chewing eggshells behind him.
He turned around and looked.
There were a total of four white dragon eggs in the nest of greyish-white fur. Among them, there was the one he crawled out of and the other one. Both eggs were already broken. There were a total of four white dragon whelps, including him, that crawled out. Two came out of one egg.
Garon observed the dragon whelps carefully. They looked no different from little lizards with wings. They were just slightly bigger. They were about the size of a human head. The dragon egg that was as tall as a wine barrel was greyish-white. It was just right for two dragon whelps to crawl out of it.
He glanced at the dragon whelp in one of his eggs. Its scales were like mirrors, reflecting the surrounding ice and cave walls.
Hiss … Hiss hiss …
Garon's brother called out to him. He did not know what language it was, but Garon actually understood it!
"Still not eating? This is very good. It's nutritious for us! "That was how the sentence was translated.
Garon was speechless. He opened his mouth to speak, but he realized that a breath came out naturally.
Puff.
White breath came out of his mouth and hit the ground in front of him. Instantly, a layer of white frost condensed on the ground. A new layer of white frost condensed on top of the original ice.
"You eat it. I'm not hungry." Garon finally spoke, using the language of the Inherited Memory to reply.
He took up the most nutrients in the eggshell. He felt a little guilty, so he did not fight with his brother for this little bit of leftovers.
His brother looked at the frost on the ground enviously. This was a sign of excessive nutrition … Only with sufficient nutrition could one have enough energy to support the breathing of cold air.
Garon looked at the other two dragon whelps. There was no wisdom or rationality in their eyes at all. They were just fighting with each other to gnaw on the eggshell fragments. It was obvious that they were of a species with low intelligence.
Due to the White Dragon Clan's lack of nutrition and food, there were many such multiple births. This was because multiple births of one egg could give birth to weaker deformed white dragons that were more adapted to the environment.
These deformed white dragons did not have developed brains that consumed the most energy. Their physique was also weaker by more than half. However, they could adapt to less and less food and a single source of food. They could live better in a harsh environment.
The shrinking of their body size would also reduce their energy consumption.
These deformed white dragons did not even have the right to fly. Their wings had also degenerated. They were no different from some mixed-blood earth dragons. Many white dragons called these deformed dragons Earth Dragons directly.
"The other two are earth dragons. What a pity." Garon's brother sighed. "Why aren't they like us?"
"I don't know." Garon shook his head. "Maybe they were born with defects." They all had Inherited Memory. They could speak when they were born and knew many things. It was just that their minds were not fully mature yet.
Crack …
Immediately after that, the other two eggs seemed to have been startled by them and were smashed open from the inside. Little dragon whelps came out one after another.
Three of them had intelligent eyes. The remaining one was still an earth dragon regretfully.
"There are a total of four siblings," said the largest Dragon Whelp.
"They too!" Garon's brother pointed at the other three earth dragons and said loudly.
"No, no! They're degenerated trash! " The largest dragon whelp was even bigger than Garon. It was as tall as two basketballs stacked on top of each other. Compared to the thin bodies of Garon's brother, it was almost twice its size.
"They're not trash!" Garon's brother was not convinced.
The two dragon whelps on the side also stood on two sides and started arguing for the first time since they were born.
Garon ignored the quarreling group of little brats. He walked to a side alone and sat down on the warm ice surface.
The ice surface was warm. This was the first time he felt this way. The body temperature of a white dragon was much lower than that of an ordinary creature. They felt that the most suitable temperature was below the freezing point. This was because the white dragon's blood had never gone above zero.
Garon felt that things were getting troublesome now.
He noticed a very serious problem.
"My Soul Power can't leave my body!" Garon felt the seriousness of the problem. If the Soul Power couldn't leave the body, then the Soul Seed couldn't as well. This was because the Soul Power was much thinner than the Soul Seed. If this thin energy couldn't leave the body, then there was no need to mention the high density Soul Seed and the even higher density Soul Ring.
"This means that in a few years' time, my soul will completely merge with this body! If this body dies, then I will die too. My soul will collapse and even my chance of reincarnation will disappear completely. "
Garon quickly came to a conclusion.
"Could this be the trouble of the high-dimensional space-time?" He started to analyze and think about where the problem was. The biggest reliance of the Ancient Endor Demon Lords was their ability to reincarnate continuously. They didn't have the innate talent of transmigrators. Every time their soul transmigrated, they would suffer a huge loss. However, they could strengthen their soul through cultivation and solidify it. Thus, they could reduce the damage when they transmigrated.
Normal creatures couldn't touch the soul level, so they couldn't do anything to them. This was because the soul rings of the Demon Kings were separated from their bodies. If their bodies died, they would only lose a portion of their soul power. After that, they could quickly reincarnate and make a comeback.
But now, Garon faintly felt that the loss of his reincarnation ability was most likely related to the exhaustion of the Mother Stream. Perhaps it was related to the rules of this universe.
He quickly glanced at the attributes at the bottom of his vision. Fortunately, his innate ability had reappeared. After figuring out the origin of this ability, he was ready to use it again.
His innate ability allowed him to freely increase his body's attributes in the process of development.
Now that he was reincarnated as a White Dragon, his foundation was abnormally strong. If he added attribute points on top of this foundation, then his future development would be unimaginable.
"I don't have to worry for the time being. With the protection of the White Dragon Clan, there shouldn't be a problem during my childhood."
Garon suppressed the doubts in his heart. Even if he was a Demon Lord, he still needed time to grow after reincarnation. Now that his Soul Power couldn't leave his body, he lost the ability to directly use his Soul Power to fight and affect the outside world. In other words, he could only rely on this weak body to fight.
A newborn White Dragon Whelp's body was about the size of a basketball. It crawled around with a round belly. At this level, even two ordinary human soldiers would be able to stab it to death with a few spears. It was said that the powerful Dragon Clan in the legends, even a newborn Dragon Whelp would have at least the defense of a Rank 2 Warrior. They could hunt and kill leopards as soon as they were born.
But the White Dragon Clan still declined in the end.
Garon sighed. The only thing he could rely on now was this small body. And since his Soul Power couldn't leave his body, the only use was to convert it and use it to strengthen his body.
Originally, his Middle Demon Lord Soul Power could directly enter the Dream World and control creatures at will. According to the inherited memory, even if the space-time rules here were very advanced and creatures were born with strong souls, creatures below Rank 4 still couldn't avoid being controlled by him at will. But now …
Soon, a huge White Dragon flapped its wings slowly outside the cave and flew in.
It had a snake-like neck, bat-like fleshy wings, a huge lizard-like body, and white cold air slowly emanating from its mouth.
This huge creature was close to three meters tall and was about the size of an elephant.
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