Wings of Frost and Cold

"Boss, are you saying that’s a white dragon?" The dwarf’s face turns pale as he looks at the half-exposed dragon wing on the great glacier, his legs already trembling.

The dragon wings blot out the sky, the sun fades dimly, and the cold seems to freeze the entire heavens.

"Maybe... Pack it up, we should go..." The captain feels a chill for no reason: "Quick! Battle formation!"

A fierce wind tears open the sky, the mercenaries are all blown to the ground, and he opens a pair of bizarre crimson eyes, looking down at the land from above. His dragon roar is like thunder: "Humans? Dwarves? Elves? Welcome. I’m Bai He, and this is my research institute. What kind of research would you like to participate in? Genetic modification? Powered armor? Or flesh-energy conversion?"

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The story of a carefree white dragon wielding an infinite-flow artifact and causing chaos nonstop in another world.

Infinite Flow, D&D, self-indulgent work, nothing else much to say.