Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

The far north of the world is covered with endless glaciers and snowfields.

Ever since the permafrost spread out from the poles 270,000 years ago, the landscape here has not changed much. Even though countless species have come and gone, they have been unable to transform this place into their world.

Even the frost giants are no exception. Some call these giant bipedal creatures the masters of the ice and snow, but in the eyes of others, it is not so much that they occupy the polar regions, but rather that the polar regions enslave them.

Kleist is one of those who holds this view.

At this moment, its light grey eyes were like a mirror, reflecting the mountain peaks that were getting farther and farther away from it. It had not undergone any major changes since it was carved several centuries ago. Its owner was very satisfied with his home, and it had been like this for hundreds of years.

Klesto sighed softly. From here, he could still see the ice bridge that connected the mountaintop to the nest, which was the most magnificent piece of infrastructure. From the far end of the bridge, he could see the front peaks of the nest. These solid peaks were more like inverted ice cones than towers, surrounding the terrace that served as an open-air amphitheater and also surrounded the living room.

If you follow the front peak deeper into the cave, past the various dragon statues and long corridors, you will find a duplex ice and snow sanctuary waiting for all trusted guests inside the big peak.

And if there is anyone who can get the invitation from the master to enter the big peak in the center, he will have the honor of seeing the real treasure of the dragon and the most breathtaking scenery in this bitter and cold land.

The harsh environment could not lower his taste or reduce his wealth. Cleistos was very proud of this, and this pride had never changed over the long years.

only……

Waves of howling of snow wolves sounded beside him, and the huge sled under him began to shake a little. These ferocious creatures tamed by Clesto were now used as sled dogs like their noisy distant relatives.

This is the end of the nest's range. The snow further away has never been leveled by the owner here.

Crestos sighed again, and the crystal-like horns and thorns on his head and back slowly fell down as his emotions changed, indicating that he was not in a good mood at the moment, and could even be described as terrible.

Even if there is a one percent chance that he can keep his nest, Clesto would not choose to take all the treasures he can take and leave his home. The so-called "alliance" formed by the Frost Giants and the White Dragons is as ridiculous as a joke of the Copper Dragon in the eyes of this crystal dragon who is about to celebrate his thousandth birthday. Even the oldest white dragon here can only bow down to his starlight and psychic power if it dares to invade its nest.

The lair of an adult dragon is more powerful and magical than a magician's tower. Relying on it, Crestor is not afraid of any offense or challenge from any creature.

But... disasters from nature must be prevented. If those stubborn frost giants and white dragons were serious about their declaration to "encircle and suppress" him, and if disaster struck while he was fighting the offenders, even he would not be sure of surviving - surviving here means taking all his treasures with him.

If he only wanted to save himself, Klesto would still have the confidence to enter the air elemental plane he was most familiar with at any time. But what was the point? Facing the possible catastrophic disaster, Klesto decided to be more cautious. He was just a small dragon that had lived for less than a thousand years, and this polar region alone had existed for more than 270,000 years.

Not to mention that in the astrology, Crestor also observed a figure that made him shudder. If this catastrophe would cause that being to escape from the farther north, staying here would definitely be the worst choice.

It is better to show weakness to those frost giants and white dragons than to die in a disaster that may come at any time.

Besides, how could this be considered a sign of weakness? In the scales around Kleist's head, the glow of the positive energy plane suddenly began to flicker, sending a signal of joy. He raised his left front paw, and a huge amethyst ring immediately lit up. A round ellipsoidal object fell into his paw, and the weight made Kleist feel unusually relieved.

"You warlike bad guys, don't even think about dragging innocent lives into your endless killings," the Crystal Dragon murmured to himself, with tenderness in his eyes pouring on the white egg-shaped object in his hand. "You can make as much noise as you want, I will do my best to educate it, just like I have done six times before."

When Crestor thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a little sad. He had "taken away" six dragon eggs from the nests of those notorious white dragons, but the hatched dragons were either stubborn or their kind natures were strangled in the bud by their stubborn and evil parents.

In a physical way.

Perhaps, leaving the polar region this time would be an opportunity for change? Thinking this way, Crestor put the dragon egg away again and took out a map of the southern region.

This was a gift from an old friend of his. The bottom of the map ended at the notorious Land of Delusion. The crystal dragon's nails scratched across the leather paper that had turned yellow and black, crossed the barren Gobi Desert, and finally landed on a port icon by the sea.

Maybe he could hide there for a while and come back after the disaster was over. He hoped that by that time, his beautiful home would not have been destroyed in the war, and at least it could be repaired and still used.

Crestol was reluctant to leave his home, which brought him many happy times. He once used magic to create a complex maze in the ice and snow outside the surrounding troll tribes, and then watched the trolls pass through it every day at home; he also established a deep friendship with an elven druid, and held a grand funeral for the respectable sage when he died - the mourners included all the creatures that Crestol could find, beat, and persuade.

The only pity was that the friend was never convinced by Crestor to perform enlightenment on all creatures around the dragon's nest until his death. So until today, it was a technical and physical job for him to find someone to communicate with.

The crystal dragon turned his light grey eyes to the south. He could hear the angry and confused roars of the frost giants and white dragons in the back of his head. He knew it was time to say goodbye to his happy home. Without him urging them too much, the snow wolves pulling the sled in front of him once again sped up, carrying their masters away into the distance.

Some tribes of bipedal creatures live on the frozen ground, and Klesto's first stop is to visit them. (End of this chapter)