Evil dragon has a warm heart
Chapter 476 - 476 475 Cold Face

Chapter 476: Chapter 475: Cold Face Chapter 476: Chapter 475: Cold Face The Fengling Plain was located to the north of the Cold Wind Corridor, specifically developed as a Warm Enclave on the surrounding snowfield.

However, this small Warm Enclave couldn’t get any smaller, covering less than five hundred square kilometers.

Snow had already covered the Fengling Plain.

Looking down from high above, the Fengling Plain appeared as a depression on the snowfield, the only difference being its lack of a thick ice cap. However, at the center of the plain, there was a red castle surrounded by a small town.

This isolated Warm Enclave on the snowfield was still home to a large population.

Hu-lah!

The Black Oil Dragon Ross descended from the clouds and landed on the fringe of the Fengling Plain. Russell leaped from its back, landing on the snow.

He then crouched down, touching the frozen ground beneath the snow with his hands.

“Polly, can you feel the power of this Warm Enclave, the power of the Pseudodragon Ginnari is fading,” Russell said in his mind, his Dragon Breath already spreading through the frozen soil to the entire Warm Enclave.

Feeling the lingering power of the Pseudodragon Ginnari.

“Yes, I feel it. The power of Ginnari is weakening. Without the augmentation from the dragon’s power, this force could hardly have struggled for so long… If the Fengling Plain were deeper in the snowfield, it might have already become a Cold Spring Point.”

Without the support of dragons, Dragon Sleep Continent wouldn’t have its enclaves of warmth.

The Volcanic Oasis relies on the radiation of Dragonflame Power, and the Warm Enclaves opened by the Bipedal Flying Dragon also need the enhancement of Dragonflame Power. Even the Warm Enclaves created by a Pseudodragon cannot do without the reliance on Dragonflame Power.

“But,” Russell stood up and said, “Polly, can you feel it? The core area of this land, namely around the castle, seems to be emitting a unique power that is bursting continuously, ever fresh.”

“That is the power left behind by the Pseudodragon after it unraveled the mystery of life and death, also the source of warmth for many Cold Spring Points in the snowfield.” Polly replied. “In Leize, there is also such a cluster of power, beyond my control, and it remains constant.”

“Indeed,”

Russell nodded and said, “I have a strong feeling that if we could harness this power, then we could reach the next domain of the Dragon Domain Lord…”

Polly responded, “It will be tough, but it’s worth trying.”

Just then, a cadre of knights raced through the snow and soon arrived in front of Russell and the Black Oil Dragon.

“May I ask, sir, who are you?” The lead knight, instead of riding a horse, rode a creature resembling an ostrich, a Phantom Beast.

This ostrich-like Phantom Beast was clearly a Phantom Beast Pseudo-Dragon Successor — the “Mock-Kinari Dragon.”

“I am Lord Russell Glowcap, from the Shadowflame Grand Duchy.” Russell replied. Meanwhile, the Shadowflame Dragon was floating in the sky above the Cold Wind Corridor — Russell had taken an hour’s leave from it to come here and take a look at the Fengling Plain.

“Ah!” The lead knight quickly came to a realization, “So you are the teacher of our Lord Baron, Lord Russell!”

Following that, the knights bowed to Russell in respect.

The enthusiastic leading knight said, “Our Lord Baron wrote back saying that he has taken you as his teacher, practicing the Way of the Knight. We all look forward to the Baron’s return after his training, ready to restore the glory of the Kinnaly Family. We never expected Lord Russell to come here himself.”

“I am here on official duty in the Scorching Torrent Kingdom and happened to pass by this place, so I stopped to take a look,” Russell waved his hand. “Having seen what I needed, gentlemen, I bid you farewell.”

“Lord Russell, won’t you stop by the castle for a visit?”

“No, thank you.” Russell leaped onto the Black Oil Dragon’s back and, with a roar from Ross, ascended swiftly into the sky, vanishing quickly.

A group of knights were left gazing up as the figure of the Black Oil Dragon disappeared into the sky.

“Is this what a Flying Dragon Knight is like? Following Lord Russell, our Lord Baron should gain valuable experience,” one knight murmured.

The lead knight nodded affirmatively, “Believe in the lord! The bloodline of the Kinnaly Family will surely be restored to its glory!”

“Indeed, Lord Russell is the only Dragon Domain Lord nowadays. Studying under Lord Russell, you too could ascend to become a Dragon Domain Lord and let Fengling Plain bloom with warmth once more!” The knights were full of longing.

…

“Lord Sharman, I’ve kept you waiting.” Russell, riding the Black Oil Dragon Ross, returned to the Cold Wind Corridor to join with the Shadowflane Dragon.

Lord Sharman, in charge of reception matters, responded from atop his Bipedal Flying Dragon, “It’s just a bit of time, consider it a stroll in the sky.”

“Then let’s set off,” Russell nodded.

King Ares perhaps wished for the young geniuses of both countries to get closer, therefore he arranged for Sharman to accompany them.

However, Sharman was arrogant, and Russell also disliked being proactive and enthusiastic.

Thus, apart from necessary exchanges, the two had absolutely nothing else to talk about, focusing solely on flying.

Of course.

Russell was not bored, for he had Unicorn Polly, with whom he could chat at any time—Black Oil Dragon Ross could also converse, but Ross’s disposition was even more somber than Russell’s.

Such a peaceful flight took half a day to reach the fourth and final Shadowflame Spire located in the northernmost part of Scorching Torrent Kingdom, the Baron Ice Bear’s domain of glacier ravines in the Warm Enclave.

“Lord Russell, this is Baron Ice Bear, Lord Yamal Castor,” Sharman formally introduced the two, “Lord Yamal, this is the emissary from Shadowflame Grand Duchy, Baron Thunderflame, Lord Russell Glowcap.”

Baron Yamal nodded, “I am aware.”

The attitude was not warm, even upon meeting the Shadowflame Dragon, it was a frosty demeanor, seemingly unwelcoming of Russell and the Shadowflame Dragon’s presence.

“Lord Yamal is as cold as ice,” Sharman explained, “even when paying homage at the Royal Palace of Lieyang, he is the same.”

“Understood,” Russell nodded.

Having lived two lifetimes, Russell had long understood that the world does not revolve around him. Thus, whether others welcomed him warmly or treated him coldly, it made no difference. As long as it did not hinder his tasks, there was no need to fuss.

Of course, given Yamal’s cold attitude, Russell was disinclined to linger.

“His Highness Shadowflame wishes to activate the Spire as soon as possible, so, Lord Yamal, please lead the way, we shall head to the Shadowflame Spire now,” he stated directly.

Yamal nodded and rode his massive bear-like Phantom Beast rapidly towards the Shadowflame Spire.

Following the Shadowflame Dragon tearing off a scale to activate the Spire, all four Shadowflame Spires within the Scorching Torrent Kingdom were activated.

Task completed.

Russell took his leave promptly, “Lord Yamal, we part ways here.”

Seeing Yamal’s expressionless face, Sharman could only follow Russell and said, “Please, Lord, proceed to Cat’s Eye Emerald to rest. I shall return to the Royal Palace of Lieyang to report to His Majesty.”

“As you wish,” Russell waved his hand.

Once they reached the Cat’s Eye Emerald, Russell once again received the warm hospitality of Baron Wildcat Boske Bao Gai Cao.

“Haha, Lord, your journey has indeed been swift!”

“His Highness Shadowflame wishes to quickly finish these trivial matters,” Russell responded casually.

“Let me guess, you must’ve seen that sullen bear’s face in the glacier ravines and left without stopping,” Baron Boske joked, “People from the Castor Family are all like that, probably a side effect of overdosing on Castor Magic Potion.”

“Castor Magic Potion?”

“A magic power potion made by Castor, which might have a side effect of a cold face, although, that’s just everyone’s guess,” Boske spread his hands, his tone clearly jesting, as nobles too enjoyed gossip about one another’s affairs.