Three months ago, in Whitecliff City, Dragon Nest.
The will of the white dragon Frostsire descended upon its homeland and engaged in conversation with Jorik in the Dragon Nest.
"Ancestor, you have returned!"
"Roar."
The white dragon Frostsire let out a soft hum, scanning the Dragon Nest before speaking calmly.
"This Northern and Southern war has taken a heavy toll on the half-dragon clan(tribe). They need to be replenished in numbers soon."
"They are the foundation of our dragon race's territorial defense and our most reliable force."
The will projection of the white dragon Frostsire exuded transcendent power, and as it did, the Dragon Nest around them underwent a dramatic transformation. Secret passages appeared one after another from the surrounding walls.
"This is our dragon race's territory. Even if humans have occupied it for ten thousand years, they can only plunder the visible resources on the surface."