Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Although the crystal dragon seemed to be an adult many years ago, judging by its size, Ron felt that its mental age might be about the same as that of Exuri. The man and the dragon had known each other for less than a day, and there were still many problems in between, but this guy actually wanted to tell him a bedtime story!

It's nothing to talk about, but an hour later, the dragon who called himself Crestor actually fell asleep! And his snoring was so loud!

What the hell is this?!

Ron sighed slightly, got up and wrapped himself in his robes. Fortunately, the dragon fell asleep first, so he had the opportunity to confirm some other important things.

He tiptoed out of the igloo, and an ash rune completely different from the one Crest had seen before appeared in front of Ron. It began to be disassembled and reassembled according to the steps Ron had learned before.

Crestos only thought that Ron obtained a complete Ash Rune by chance, but he would never have thought that Ron had not just one rune in his hand, but three!

The Draconic portion of this rune means "spirit", while the Infernal portion means "rebirth".

"Although the result orientation is different from that rune, the principle is the same." After a moment, Ron nodded wearily as he looked at the full profile on the foreword of the weaving method. "At present, it contains two main effects: control and healing, but its full power is not limited to these... The first one is the same. It seems that I will be busy in the future."

After confirming that the analysis method was repeatable, Ron turned back to the house. The dragon inside was still sleeping soundly. If it weren't for the incessant snoring, Ron would have even suspected that he had died in his sleep. He didn't even do any martial arts in his dream.

He walked to the "bed" that the crystal dragon had reserved for him and lay down again. Thanks to the dragon, it was much warmer here now. Even after Ron took off his robe, he didn't feel very cold.

Although dragons are often disparagingly called lizards or geckos by some people, they are not cold-blooded animals or temperature-changing creatures in the traditional sense, otherwise species like white dragons and crystal dragons would hibernate for twelve months a year, and blue dragons and other dragon species living in the desert would definitely not have it any better.

But Ron was not interested in studying their physical characteristics. It was enough as long as this big guy could make the surrounding environment less cold.

Perhaps because he had stayed up for several hours, when Ron woke up the next day it was already morning. Klesto had already woken up and was holding a huge egg in his front paws, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Is this the white dragon egg?" Ron took a sip of water from his backpack. "It's unlikely that a baby dragon will hatch if you hold it like this, right?"

"Ron? You're awake. It seems you were really exhausted yesterday, right?" Crestor tilted his head to look at the human wizard, with a faint smile on his face. "I'm not here to hatch it. To be exact, I don't plan to let it hatch before the disaster."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have gone to all that trouble to bring it out."

"Don't let it hatch?" Ron raised his eyebrows, but he stopped looking at the egg and walked out of the house. "I remember you were quite compassionate before. Why are you planning to deprive it of the right to hatch?"

"This is to protect it and prevent others from depriving it of its right to survive." Klesto responded in a deep voice. As Ron walked out of the igloo, the temporary building made of ice and snow behind him collapsed with the sound of the crystal dragon. The adult dragon stood up, and the white dragon egg had disappeared. "Didn't I explain its origin to you more clearly before? If you want to listen, I'm willing to tell you."

"You mentioned in your bedtime story last night that its ancestor was an extremely powerful ancient white dragon. However, because it offended the gods, when a powerful creature needed to be sacrificed to prevent a natural disaster, it was pushed out and sealed at the northernmost pole."

"Did I tell you? You must have been too sleepy last night..." Crestor shook his head. "You're right, that's probably the case. The sacrifice of the white dragon successfully kept the disaster away from the civilized world. However, the reason it was chosen was not just because it offended the gods, but also because its bloodline had mutated, so it was a little special and could produce effects that other creatures could hardly produce."

"Now that the natural disaster has come again, the first thing those giants think of is naturally the bloodline of the former savior. They plan to quickly mature it within a few centuries and use it to strengthen the seal of their ancestors and recreate history."

"Why not use its father and grandfather?" Ron asked curiously, "It's more convenient to start from an adult dragon rather than from an egg."

Crestor glanced at Ron with a strange expression. "Sealing is not killing. If an adult white dragon is sealed together with its ancestor, and the white dragon that has survived for a long time with the help of the seal knows that not only is it arranged to sacrifice itself to save the world, but its descendants can also be sacrificed for the world at any time, what do you think it will think and what do it do?"

"The god has already returned. After such a long time, the seal may not be able to control it anymore. In fact, the current natural disasters and turmoil are likely caused by it trying to break free. Tell me, can we do this?"

"And even if they could, they couldn't do it," Crestos suddenly sighed, "Their bloodline is special, and their fighting ability is weaker than other white dragons. The parents of this egg were killed by the frost giants a long time ago, and their skulls were used as bowls."

"They really make the most of everything," Ron said, his mouth twitching slightly, "They don't let go of anything, from the old to the young."

"That's right!" The Crystal Dragon agreed immediately. "Those guys are just like that. That's exactly why I did a series of things afterwards! But they are all stubborn and can't change their minds. Once they form a path dependence, they will find ways to change things to a familiar story. If they can't get the dragon egg, they will want to use other creatures to fill the gap!"

"So, have you rested enough? Let's move quickly! They must have retreated to the border between the Gobi Desert and the north. If we are slow, your friends will be in danger!"

"Practice using that rune on the way. Then it'll be up to you!"

Ron looked at the crystal dragon. How many times had he urged him? Logically speaking, he had already saved the dragon egg, so the lives of others should not matter to him. After all, that was how he escaped.

Why are you in such a hurry to save people?

"I've rested well," Ron lowered his eyes slightly and stopped looking at the other party. "Let's go to rescue people as soon as possible. Klesto, can you give me a ride?" (End of this chapter)