Chapter 519: Riot on the Snowfield

"Father, there's something abnormal about the snowfield."

The Black Oil Dragon Ross flew back from the southern sky and landed on the Dragon Coiling Pillar for repairs.

And communicated with Lord Russell through a mind link: "During the patrol around the Thunderflame Territory, I found that the number of Snow Ghosts and Snow Demons far exceeds last year's levels. Deep within the snowfield, there's a pervasive aura that fills me with dread."

"Dread?" Russell asked in surprise, "Elaborate, Ross."

"I don't understand; I can't comprehend it. But this aura... it frightens me, it disgusts me, as if the smell of the snowfield was ten times stronger!"

Ross replied.

To the bipedal flying dragons born in the lands of warmth, the snowfield was like a filthy garbage dump, no such dragon liked the scent of the snowfield. But this time, the odor of this "garbage dump", the snowfield, was tenfold more potent.

"Have you felt this before?" Russell frowned.

"No."