Chapter 519: Chapter 515: The Conflict Between the Dragon and the Giant Chapter 519: Chapter 515: The Conflict Between the Dragon and the Giant “The grievances have been avenged. Prepare to set off towards the next subcontinent.” Muria’s facial expression didn’t fluctuate much after hearing Mia’s account of the spoils of this punitive campaign. He had already been mentally prepared for this. These were all his loot and he had calculated their worth by the time they were in his hands. Every giant dragon with a complete inheritance was a born master of treasure appraisal.

“Which is the nearest subcontinent to me?” Muria asked Cassio in his mind.

“Depluson subcontinent, a world of frost and snow, where cold is the eternal theme,” Cassio’s gentle voice responded, “You may experience some suppression of your power in that environment, but it won’t be a significant issue.”

“A world of frost…” Muria’s mouth flickered with a smirk, his eyes filled with interest. He knew without needing to investigate which dragons had been exiled to the subcontinent of Depluson.

“Clodia, it’s been a while.” Without guessing, he knew for sure that the Academic Overlord White Dragon would be there. The Golden Dragon Mother was particular when exiling giant dragons, always choosing locations best suited for their survival and growth.

“The weakest bloodline, the strongest talent.” That was Muria’s evaluation of the Academic Overlord White Dragon. Of the one hundred and one Five Colored Dragons nurtured by Muria, Clodia had the weakest bloodline. Yet, none of these dragons dared to provoke the White Dragon Clodia.

This was because all the dragons that had provoked Clodia had been beaten up rather badly, even the Red Dragon born twelve years before her was no match. Her mastery of magic was the most powerful among all the giant dragons. That’s why Muria treated her so preferentially, keeping her by his side, granting her everything she wanted.

Moreover, a unique point was that Clodia had united all the white dragons, truly leading all white dragons under Muria’s command—a feat only she could achieve. Bear in mind, the dragons Muria raised, including the white dragons, weren’t like the disgraceful dragon race growing wildly on the great ice glaciers.

“How far have you developed your forces now? My little Academic Overlord.” Muria, filled with anticipation, summoned the Book of Mourning, hoping to peek into Clodia’s current development status through this cursed book.

Before his long sleep, Muria would often use the Book of Mourning to check on the growth of his Five Colored Dragons who were exiled to various subcontinents and were yet to be retrieved, whenever he was bored.

Except for a few “smart” ones like the Red Dragon Albert—who knew that Muria would retrieve them and thus peacefully lived like a lazy dragon—most dragons were highly ambitious.

They relied on their power, following their far-exceeding intelligence and vision than that of their kin, to establish their forces in their locales.

Among these dragons, as far as Muria could tell, it seemed like Clodia was the only one who had developed the best force. In the perennial world of frost and snow, she used her charisma to tame the wild white dragons and then led them to compete against the local Frost Giants for survival. Each war she experienced only made her stronger, for she was invincible.

The clash between dragons and giants! Recalling the times he observed Clodia, it seemed that more than half of those times she was at war with Frost Giants. This was unavoidable—resources were limited, and two different species needed them. Bloody conflicts were the most common occurrences.

“It’s been over twenty years. What level have you reached now?” As he opened the Book of Mourning and with the help of the dark curse spirit, Muria saw a majestic and graceful white dragon. Just as he was about to take a closer look, the image shattered under his astonished gaze.

“What’s going on? Black, explain to me.” Muria frowned at Curse Spirit Black, who was similarly stupefied at one side.

“This can’t be… impossible, how could I have been discovered? It’s only a single white dragon, how could it have found me?” An incredulous expression emerged on the face of the Curse Spirit, formed from a curse black mist that has become physical. Half of it was for Muria’s benefit, while the other half was genuinely astonished.

“You’ve been discovered!” Muria’s eyebrows twitched slightly, interest gleaming in his eyes. This was a situation he had not encountered when probing Clodia before his slumber. It seems that not only was he growing, this Academic Overlord White Dragon also made quite some progress.

“Now, Xena Pus is heading full-speed towards the Ice and Snow world, the Depluson Subcontinent.” Muria stood up and announced the direction of their march immediately. This was his right as the supreme ruler of Xena Pus, and others had no right to decide.

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“After disappearing for more than twenty years, this probing feeling has reappeared? You used to be untouched, but now I have advanced to the legendary rank, do you still think I can’t deal with you?” Within a massive ice palace, a slender and elegant white dragon opened its eyes, the faint golden radiance in them shimmering, exuding an air of inviolable majesty and sanctity.

Beneath the Ice Throne of this crystal armored Legendary White Dragon, six formidable white dragons stood on both sides. They had been following the Frost Queen since their youth, serving her with unwavering loyalty, even if it meant fighting for her.

Becoming a bootlicker for the Frost Queen wasn’t without its benefits. After reaping the rewards, the Frost Queen, Clodia, would always remember to share a bit with them. Hence, the six white dragons acquired the ability to fight average ancient Red Dragons. However, from their perspective, it was impossible to find a Red Dragon in the Depluson Subcontinent. No fire dragon would enjoy this environment.

Behind these six white dragons were even more aged and extremely old White Dragons, among which there were also a few Ancient Dragons. Alas, their strength was only at the Soul Intent Level. This was the reason why White Dragons were considered the shame of the dragon race. If a White Dragon wanted to advance to the legendary rank through hibernation, it would have to live for at least twelve hundred years, taking more than half the time a Golden Dragon or a Red Dragon would.

“Lady Clodia, who is peering at you?” An ancient dragon, not even half the size of the current Academic Overlord, stepped forward with a sycophantic expression, “Is it those filthy, ugly, and vulgar Frost Giant Shamans?”

“No.” Seeing her so-called “same race elder” below her, the freshly advanced Legendary dragon, Clodia, suppressed her irritation. Being the same kind as this creature was truly an embarrassment, especially shameful.

“Sister Ya, now that you have advanced to the legendary rank, we finally have the confidence to face those large Frost Giant tribes directly. We’ve endured for so long, it’s time to vent our anger. Let these Frost Giants and those greedy, foolish Dragon Hunters know our might.” A nearly-fifty meter long White Dragon, not much smaller than an Ancient Dragon, stepped forward and proposed to Clodia. It was one of Clodia’s six bootlickers.

“Hmm.” The White Dragon lying on the Ice Throne got up and exhaled a gust of chills that seemed to freeze the very space itself. In the faint golden light of her Dragon’s Eye was a filled with ambition for the future. Now that she has advanced to a legend, it was time to make her move.

“My dearest daughter, whom do you want to show your prowess?” Suddenly, right next to the Ice Throne, a crystal clear dragon that seemed craved from a gem appeared. The aura it exuded subtly towered above Clodia.

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