Breeding Dragons From Today

"How about it? Do you want to challenge it, the most difficult natural moat in the entire Underworld?"

Then, the old man threw out a challenge.

"Of course, you can also refuse. It's better to return empty-handed than to die!"

Facing the old man's provocative challenge, Joelson grinned coldly.

"Old man, my life dictionary doesn't have the idiom of returning empty-handed!"

Joelson said with a sneer.

"Why, have you decided to go down?"

"Yes, Master has made a decision. At the same time, I have also made a decision!"

Godfrey patted his chest.

"Yes, and me!"

Hades waved his dragon wings!

The man, the dragon, and the soul seemed to be full of confidence, as if nothing could stop them.

"Good, good, good!"

The old man said three "good"s in a row with an excited expression.

"But…"

However, the old man changed the topic.

"You're not lucky enough…"

The old man looked at the dark sky and said sadly.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Joelson asked in puzzlement.

"Look at the sky. There are no clouds at all. According to my experience of living here for many years, it's probably a snowstorm that only happens once in a hundred years. It won't be weak. It's really not a wise choice to challenge the Wailing Abyss in this weather…"

"What…"

Godfrey looked at the dark sky and asked in surprise.

"This… This is not a snowstorm!"

Godfrey looked at the heavy snow and the howling wind.

"Is this really not a snowstorm… the real snowstorm has not arrived yet?"

Joelson was also surprised.

"Yes, look at the weather. It looks like it's going to fall soon. A real snowstorm is hundreds of times more terrifying than this. The snow is bigger than this, and the ice magic contained in the snow will be harder to defend against, not to mention the whistling wind. It's estimated that it can overturn a castle. The most dangerous thing to do in climbing the canyon is to encounter turbulence. In a snowstorm, the probability of turbulence is more than ten times or hundreds of times. Moreover, the intensity of turbulence will also increase exponentially. Under such circumstances, the danger of climbing would probably be many times more difficult."

The old man explained to Joelson. When he heard the old man's explanation, Godfrey was shocked. He stared at the dark sky in a daze.

"Hehe, so according to my suggestion, if you want to challenge, you should wait until the snowstorm passes."

The old man said cheerfully. However, his words were also agreed by Godfrey.

"Yes, we are not in a hurry. Let's wait for the storm to pass before we start the challenge, my master."

Godfrey said nervously.

"That's true…"

Joelson looked at the black sky. The snowflakes that were the size of goose feathers. He really could not imagine what would happen when the real blizzard came.

"Sir, may I ask how long this snowstorm will last?"

Joelson asked.

"A snowstorm, at least five years. At most, it will last for twenty to thirty years. This is very common in the land of Everwinter. Anyway, it will take a long time, and the undead and Underworld creatures don't need to eat food. You don't have to rush. My house has a special place for meditation. You can rest well in my house and wait for the snowstorm to pass before you challenge me!"

The old man pointed at the house behind him.

"Five years!"

Joelson spat on the spot.

"What is this? Only stopping after five years?"

Godfrey was also on the verge of breaking down.

"Hahaha, young people, don't be so impatient. Learn to be calm, learn to let go of the anxiety in your heart, and cultivate here for a while to improve your strength, cultivation, and state of mind. What's wrong with that?"

"By then, five years will be over in the blink of an eye. The Underworld is full of strong people. By then, we will have more confidence in entering Lorna with that bright gem!"

The old man said patiently, but the two of them shook their heads.

"No, no, no… old man, five years is too long. We have urgent things to do. We can't wait until that time…"

Joelson said anxiously.

"Yes, old man, we can't wait that long. Are you sure you're not mistaken? How can there be a blizzard that lasts for five years…?"

Godfrey asked in distress, his mood somewhat broken.

"Sigh, I'm an old man. Why would I lie to you?"

The old man waved his hand helplessly.

"I only have a small room and I don't charge for it. Are you afraid that I'll lie to you? I'll be waiting in the Wailing Abyss all day long, never to see the light of day…"

"Do you think an old man like me has the need to steal something from you?"

The old man shook his head

"I'm just an old man. Don't tell me that I'll give up the Wailing Abyss that I've protected for thousands of years because of your life?"

The old man said unhappily.

"We… We really didn't mean that…"

Godfrey said helplessly. He was also helpless. Godfrey, who had been misunderstood by the old man, was extremely helpless.

"We really have urgent matters to attend to. We're not looking down on you, old man…"

Godfrey explained in a flurry. However, the more he explained, the more confused he felt.

"Sir, it's like this. We don't want to settle down in that mysterious city, Lorna. We want to enter Lorna, actually…"

Seeing Godfrey's flustered explanation, Joelson didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he continued Godfrey's words.

"Oh?"

The old man was puzzled. He looked at Godfrey and Joelson in surprise.

"You… don't want to settle down in the free city of Lorna?"

The old man was extremely surprised. He had never heard of anyone refusing to settle down in Lorna.

"Ah, I know. You want to build a meeting point for your forces in Lorna and a stronghold for your forces, right?"

After thinking for a while, the old man suddenly seemed to understand. He returned to his smiling appearance and said.

As if he had seen through the other party's trick, the old man's face was filled with a proud smile.

"No, no, no… it's not like that…"

Joelson sighed.

"What is that?"

The old man asked in puzzlement.

"Master…"

Godfrey looked at Joelson with a doubtful look, his eyes flickering with a flame of hesitation.

"Should I confess to the old man…"

Such a question appeared in Godfrey's mind.

"Well…"