On the plateau in the north, Longxiao City is covered with snow as always, and the ice and snow highlight her nobility even more, even if the clan leaders on the entire plateau are here now, she is not willing to lower her noble head and look down on these insignificance.

Although Longxiao City maintained its arrogant posture as always, for those Baidi people who came to Longxiao City, it was a once-in-a-decade event, almost all the clan chiefs on the plateau came, and among the clan flags that stood in the forest, there were always a few that were particularly eye-catching.

The Giant Clan of the Frozen Basin, the Deathclaw Clan of the Black Marsh, the Bloodridge Clan of the Kilrog Valley, and the Fireeye Clan of the Flame Bursting Ridge.

Of course, we can't forget the master of Longxiao City, the dragon-descended clan with dragon blood, and the wind caller family, the lord of Longxiao City.

"We've never had the opportunity to attend such an event in our lives. ”

Brock Khan, the chief of the Withered Bear Clan, looked at Longxiao City, which was built on the mountain cliff, and couldn't help but admire.

"And now, it's about to begin. ”

Brock Khan let out a soft breath, and his face couldn't help but show a little excitement.

Longxiao City is a city built on a mountain cliff, and at her feet, is the highest mountain on the northern plateau, Longxiao Peak, which is almost towering into the clouds, and Longxiao City, which was built on Longxiao Peak, has naturally become a city on the clouds.

And at the highest point of Longxiao City, it is the place where the Dragon Club of the past dynasties was held, and it is known as the Throat of the World.

Although the temperature here is frighteningly low due to the extremely high altitude, it is nothing for the people of the White Land, who have lived with frost for generations. Now, the chiefs of the various clans gathered on the Far Lookout Point, and like their ancestors, under the witness of the biting cold wind, they held the most sacred dragon meeting of the Baidi people.

Among the dozens of clan chiefs, Brock Khan spotted the giants, deathclaws, blood ridges, and fire eyes at a glance, and they were too conspicuous for him to notice. And now, the most prestigious and powerful of the four whiteland chiefs are gathered in front of the pile, waiting to light the flames of the Dragon Society.

The eldest of the four chiefs, who was also highly respected, walked out, facing the chiefs of dozens of clans on the plateau, he raised a hand, and just this action quieted the originally extremely noisy Yuanjiao.

"You all know me, because when you were still studying horseback riding in the snowfield, I had already participated in the Dragon Society, and followed the Great Chief to fight in the southern world. For most of you, the Dragon Festival is the fourth time I've ever participated in it. So you all know me as if you all know what the Dragon Society means. ”

Fire Eye looked around at everyone, although he and his clan were called Fire Eyes, but in fact, his eyes were no different from other White Land people, except for the exception of being exceptionally old, there was nothing peculiar about his appearance, and it was also the signature snow-like hair color of the White Land people. However, his voice had an irresistible weight, and when the elder spoke, everyone couldn't help but respect him.

"The Dragon Society is a sacred ceremony for us to elect a Great Chief, and since the last Great Chief passed away, we White Landians have not had a leader for thirty years. ”

Fireeye lowered his hand, and at the same time, all the people present held their breath.

"So, today we should elect a new Great Chief to lead our people!"

The crowd in front of the four chiefs erupted in cheers, and they shouted the names of the four chiefs, because these four chiefs were the only ones in the snowfield who were most qualified to become the new Grand Chiefs. And of all these calls, Fireeye's name was shouted the loudest, as he had just said, and everyone here knew him, and he was more prestigious among the White Chiefs than the other three chiefs.

However, in the face of such cheers and shouts, none of the four chiefs smiled.

"We already have a candidate in mind. Bloodridge walked out, stood beside the Fire Eye and said, "But the Dragon Society is fair, everyone is qualified to vote and be elected, we will say the name of the Great Chief in my mind, and you can also name yours, the final result will be judged by all the people who have fallen!"

For a moment, the original noise turned into endless whispering, and everyone was surprised by Bloodridge's words, they couldn't believe that the four chiefs actually wanted someone else to be the big chief.

"Say his name!" shouted Brock Khan, his withered bear clan was not very strong in the snowfield, he knew that he would not cooperate with the four chiefs, but even so, he would not easily approve of the other candidates.

Fireeye glanced at Brock Khan, then turned his head and winked at the giant and Deathclaw.

Deathclaw stepped forward, his withered right hand causing the most advanced chiefs to take a step back, the hand that symbolized death was the origin of his and his clan's name, and the reason why the other whitelanders feared them.

"The last Great Chieftain, Arturo from the Dragonborn Clan, was a great leader. He could have destroyed the disgrace of our white people and fled to the south of Kasyia Miscellaneous, but he was assassinated by despicable southerners by despicable means! No one in this world is our opponent, no one dares to face us head-on, so those southerners use such dirty means. ”

Deathclaw gritted his teeth, and at the same time aroused the hatred of all the chiefs, although the cause of the death of the former high chief Arturo is still a mystery, but the vast majority of the white people are convinced that it must be the ghost of the despicable Imperial.

"The legacy of Grand Chief Arturo should be inherited, the elimination of the traitors of the White People is the mission given to us by our ancestors, this Dragon Meeting is not only to elect a new Great Chief, but also to prepare to go south to eliminate the traitors and take revenge!"

The chieftains of the White Lands roared, they had been looking forward to revenge all these years in the south, the desire for blood and fire was in the nature of the White people, and the only reason they had not been able to do so was because they lacked a unified leader.

"So—" The giant, who had been silent, finally stepped out of his broad feet and stepped forward, "For revenge, and to carry on the legacy of the former Great Chief, I have elected Apolonia Windcaller, the chief of the Dragonborn clan and the leader of the Wind Caller family, to be our new High Chief. ”

There was silence for a moment at the far corner, and everyone stared blankly at the giant, only the howling cold wind sounded.

"You're lying!" Brock Khan was the first to blow up, his face flushed, and he angrily rebuked the giant, "Grand Chief Arturo died thirty years ago without leaving any heirs, and we all know that the Wind Caller family is extinct, and we have never heard of the name Apolonia!"

The other chiefs looked at Brock Khan and nodded in agreement.

"Giant, and the other three chiefs, I have great respect for you, you are the most prominent people in the snowfield right now. But the white people hate lies, and if you want to use a lie to accomplish your scheme, no white man will approve of you!"

The chiefs applauded Brock Khan, and they thought exactly the same as Brock Khan.

"Brock Khan from the Withered Bear Clan. Fireeye paced a few steps forward, he stared at Brock Khan and recognized the other party's identity at a glance, "I'm glad to have someone as righteous and brave as you in the tribe, but I have to tell you that your assumptions are wrong, what the giants said is true, the Wind Caller family has no heirs, and the last Dragonborn has grown up and is ready to lead our tribe." ”

He pointed to the top of the mountain and said loudly in a loud voice, "We all know what a special position the Dragonborn clan has in our nation, and we all respect the Dragonborn clan and the Wind Caller family, not only because of each other's bloodline, but also because of what they have done for us in history!" Grand Chief Arturo was an outstanding leader, he unfortunately died at the hands of a despicable villain, but the ancestors did not abandon the Wind Caller family, and the death of Grand Chief Arturo does not mean the severance of the Wind Caller family, on the contrary, it is a new life!"

From the other side of the ridge came a few roars of unknown creatures, and at this time, the people of the White Land subconsciously thought of dragons.

In fact, before the death of Grand Chief Arturo, his wife was pregnant and gave birth to the Grand Chief's child. ”

Bloodridge held out his fingers and pointed to the position behind the chiefs.

"Look, that's the last Dragonborn. ”

All the people in the white ground involuntarily turned to look in the direction of the blood spine finger, and what appeared there was a girl who had just stepped onto the far corner.

Yes, maiden, like all the people of the White Land, she had skin and hair as white as snow, but unlike the roughness of the others, her whiteness was more crystal clear of ice than merely the roughness of the cold wind.

"He's the daughter of Grand Chief Arturo?" Brock Khan snorted and glared at the four chiefs, "Grand Chief Arturo died thirty years ago, and she doesn't even look like she is twenty years old, and you actually say she's the daughter of Grand Chief Arturo?"

The people of the White Land were all echoing Brock Khan, and they did not believe that this girl could be Arturo's daughter.

"Don't judge until your eyes see the truth, Brock Khan. Fireeye narrowed his eyes and stared at Brock Khan, the wisdom in his eyes made Chief Witherbear a little worried about whether his words were rash, "Just as you know that Grand Chief Arturo died thirty years ago, you should also know that the Wind Caller family has dragon blood, and they are the only remaining dragonborns of the White Lands! Keep your eyes open and take a closer look at her, and then you will know that our ancestors have not taken back their gifts to us, and the new dragonborn is right in front of your eyes!"

All the white people subconsciously looked into the girl's eyes, and sure enough, as the fire eye said, the girl's eyes were different from the ordinary white people, her eyes were red snake eyes, and even the strong chieftain would shudder when she matched the linear pupils.

Dragonborn ......

Brock Khan couldn't help but mutter, and with just a pair of eyes, they could tell that this was indeed a dragonborn.

However, this also does not explain her age. ”

Brock Khan still didn't give up his doubts.

"As I said, she is the last Dragonborn, and the most powerful Dragonborn ever, because ......" Fireeye paused, looked at the girl, and deliberately bowed her head slightly, "She was born from a dragon egg. ”

"What......"

All the white chieftains were in an uproar, they had never heard of such a story.

"I can't believe it, Chief Fireeye, I want to see proof. Brock Khan remained unrelenting, "We can't believe such a ridiculous-sounding story just because of your words. ”

The girl, who had been silent all along, surrounded by many white chieftains, suddenly took a breath, her pink lips opened slightly, and a few syllables came out of it.

"Vos-Lo-Da"

She gently exhaled these few syllables, and then an unstoppable force suddenly took shape, sweeping directly towards Brock Khan.

Brock Khan sensed the movement and quickly turned around, but he didn't even have time to react, and he collided head-on with the terrifying force, as if it really hit the dragon's breath, and Brock Khan was suddenly torn apart and turned into a blur of flesh and blood.

"Now,"

The girl's voice was so soft that it was impossible to imagine that she had done the cruel act just now.

"Who else has objections?"