第1章 孱弱的白龙 

The weak white dragon

Legend has it that the body of the world-destroying dragon Mor Dukes could fill the entire sky, and its shadow could envelop the continent in an eternal night where the sun never shines.

With each flap of his wings, which stretch for thousands of miles, he could stir up a typhoon comparable to super-level magic, tearing apart clouds and snapping mountains.

Back then, a demigod-level expert, wielding a sacred artifact, led 100,000 elite troops to besiege the evil dragon.

However, they were all frozen into ice sculptures by the White Dragon's signature icy breath. Even the splattered blood droplets didn't have time to fall to the ground before they were embedded in the ice field, becoming monuments that would never melt.

But at this moment, Moore was scratching at the parchment scroll that recorded this "feat" with his paws, his amber eyes full of disdain.

What icy breath? I just had an itchy nose that day and couldn't help but sneeze.

(Pseudo-D&D worldview)

传说，灭世之龙莫尔・杜克斯的身躯能撑满整片天际，影子落下来，能把大陆裹成不见天日的永夜。
  他那绵延万里的翅膀每振一次，都能卷起堪比超位魔法的台风，撕碎云层、刮断山脉。
  当年有半神强者手持圣物、率十万精锐围剿恶龙。
  却全被白龙标志性的寒冰吐息冻成了冰雕，连飞溅的血珠都没来得及落地，就嵌在冰原里成了万年不化的纪念碑。
  可此刻，莫尔正用爪子扒拉着记载这段 “壮举” 的羊皮卷，琥珀色的瞳孔里满是不屑。
  什么寒冰吐息？那天不过是鼻子痒，没忍住打了个喷嚏而已。
  （伪dnd世界观）