Dragon, the Top of Silver

On the top of the half-withered and half-prosperous World Tree, a lonely boy sat at the top. There was no expression on his face, but that delicate and tender little face seemed to contain all the emotions in the world. The tree trunk here is very thick, which seems to be incompatible with his short stature. Under the World Tree, blood flows into a river, and the black dragon, which is completely black and blocks the sky, is bleeding and loses the breath of life. The one-eyed Odin, no, or Pompeii Gattuso, is nailed to the ground by the holy spear that can penetrate the sky and the earth - it was his own weapon, a weapon that can judge the Black King. Everyone in Kassel College suffered heavy casualties. Caesar looked at this purgatory-like scene with a blank expression. No one thought that the legendary World Tree was not at the end of the world. Instead, when Lu Mingfei was going to die, it appeared on this ice sheet where no plants could survive at all! "After so many years, brother, you are still so kind. You should be sitting here." The boy said expressionlessly, but the sadness in his words was almost overflowing, and his expression instantly became ferocious, "You rebels! How dare you! How dare you!" It wasn't until the king showed his majestic dragon body that the secret party realized that in front of the real king, all resistance was in vain. They have never fully understood the history of the Dragon Clan, and naturally they can't understand why the World Tree suddenly appeared. They finally figured it out, but it was too late. "On the day I return to the world, all the rebels shall die!"