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Chapter 234 Frost Dragon
North of Zhongzhou, far north of the gray mountains north of Gushan.

It is an extremely cold wasteland, covered by ice and snow all year round, and very few people set foot there.

However, on this day, a figure arrived here.

Saruman rode on the back of a fallen flying beast, flying towards the far north. The swirling snow and biting winds covered the beast in frost.

Saruman's eyebrows and beard were also covered in frost and snow.

But Saruman was completely oblivious; his thin robe fluttered in the cold wind, clinging to his emaciated body as if he felt no chill.

His deep, sharp eyes pierced through the wind and snow, looking towards a large snow-capped mountain in the far north.

Soon, the Fallen Flying Beast carried him to the front of this nameless snow mountain.

The fallen flying beast seemed to sense some great danger, and became restless and dared not approach.

"Quiet, you beast!" Saruman roared.

But the fallen flying beasts feared something and resisted Saruman's commands.

Saruman's expression hardened instantly, his voice carrying an irresistible magic, "Land in the mountains ahead!"

The Fallen Flying Beast froze, then, as if controlled, it flew blankly straight up the snow mountain.

Landing atop the snow-capped mountain, Saruman ignored the terrified fallen flying beast and, leaning on his staff, walked step by step into the depths of the mountain.

The wind on the snow-capped mountain is biting, even colder than in places further north. Even in the hottest summer, when the snow melts in the northern wastelands, this snow-capped mountain never melts.

With a clear objective, Saruman traversed the thick snow and arrived at an enormous glacial crevasse.

A cold, strong wind blew out from the glacier crevasses, instantly turning Saruman's breath into icy mist. The frost on his beard and eyebrows grew thicker and thicker, and even red marks appeared on his face from the cold.

Without hesitation, Saruman walked into the glacier crevasse, braving the chilling wind that seemed to freeze his soul.

The outer edge of the glacier crevasse is already large enough, but the further you go in, the larger the space becomes, the stronger the wind becomes, and the colder it gets.

Even Saruman felt his body reach its limit; a warm light emanated from the tip of his staff, dispelling the cold from his body.

Finally, he reached the end of the glacier crevasse.

What you see in front of you is an enormous dragon head, sleeping soundly with its eyes closed. With each breath, icy winds blow from its nostrils, forming a gale that sweeps across the entire snow-capped mountain.

It was a black, ferocious dragon, so large that Saruman could only see its head. Even a single dragon scale was larger than Saruman himself, and its entire body exuded an ancient and powerful aura!

Morgoth created the dragon race to rule the world, making them his most powerful weapon.

Among the dragons, there are two types: wingless dragons and winged dragons.

Pteranodons had no wings and walked on four legs, looking like giant lizards.
Pterosaurs are divided into bipedal pterosaurs and quadrupedal pterosaurs.

In addition, dragons are divided into fire dragons that can breathe fire and cold dragons that cannot breathe fire.

Smaug, the dragon that Dui subdued, was a four-legged, two-winged fire dragon, and was one of the more powerful dragons known to exist.

However, compared to the dragons of ancient times, Smaug is quite insignificant.

Like Glaucon, the first dragon created by Morgoth, it had no wings, walked on four legs, could breathe fire, and possessed powerful magical abilities.

During the War of Sudden Fire in the First Age, it set fire to the plains of Adgaran, and during the War of Tears, it defeated the army of the Alliance of Myzloth, and later destroyed the Elven kingdom of Nargothrond.

As the first dragon created by Morgoth, Glauron was the Supreme Marshal of Angban and an important tool for Morgoth's conquest of the world, achieving remarkable feats.

Besides Groudon, there was also Ankaragon, the first winged dragon created by Morgoth. It was the largest and most powerful of all the dragons, and it was said that when it spread its wings it could block out the sun, and the flames it spewed were hot enough to destroy the One Ring.

Even when Ankara was killed by Eyarendil in the Battle of Wrath, its massive body crashed down, causing Mount Ungolothem to collapse.

Besides fire dragons and cold dragons that don't breathe fire, Morgoth also created other dragons, such as dragons that crawl like serpents without hands or feet, thunder dragons that can breathe lightning, light dragons that emit deadly rays, and ice dragons that breathe icy air.

However, because these dragons are extremely rare exceptions, unlike fire dragons and cold dragons which form groups, and even include powerful fire dragons such as the wingless fire dragon Glauron and the winged fire dragon Ankaragon as representatives, they are little known to the public.

The dragon sleeping beneath the snow-capped mountains and glaciers is a rare frost dragon, an ancient dragon that narrowly escaped death in the Battle of Wrath.

Sensing the arrival of Saruman, the Maiar, the long-dormant dragon opened its enormous eyes, its pupils, as large as black holes, radiating coldness and evil. "Who dares disturb the great Gram's slumber?"

Facing the frost dragon, Saruman remained calm and introduced himself: "I am the colorful-robed wizard Saruman, and I have come here specifically to pay my respects to you, the oldest living dragon."

"A wizard?" The dragon Gram locked onto Saruman, who was the size of an ant before him, his sharp eyes filled with suspicion. "I smell the scent of the Valar from the West on you. You may be wearing a skin, but you can't fool my eyes!"

As he spoke, he was about to unleash a chilling attack powerful enough to freeze one's soul.

Seeing that the dragon Gram was about to attack, Saruman gripped his staff tightly and assumed a defensive stance, but his colleague quickly explained, "That was in the past. I am now cooperating with Sauron, and I am here on Sauron's behalf to discuss cooperation with you!"

"Sauron? Did he send you?" The dragon Gram stopped its attack and looked at Saruman suspiciously.

Saruman nodded and explained, “You have lived in the far north for a long time, sleeping here. You may not know that Sauron has taken over Morgoth’s cause. He has ruled the east of the continent and is now preparing to march into the west.”

However, the humans and elves of the West united to put up a stubborn resistance, and there were also emissaries of the Valar from the West who disguised themselves as gray-robed wizards, brown-robed wizards, blue-robed wizards, and black-robed wizards to assist in the resistance.

Therefore, we wish to invite you to cooperate, to use your icy chill to bring an endless winter to the west, helping us to unify the entire continent! In return, Sauron is willing to hand over the entire northern continent to your rule and give you half of all the wealth plundered!

Upon hearing this, the dragon Gram showed no sign of being moved, instead revealing a disdainful sneer:

"Hmph, even my master Morgoth failed to achieve his goal of ruling the world, and he, Sauron, dares to boast that he will accomplish his master's work?"

“He is nothing but a servant of my master Morgoth, who has gained his favor through cunning and a seductive tongue, but he is not worthy to command us dragons!”

Its eyes were fixed on Saruman, lost in ancient memories, filled with fear.

"You didn't experience that ancient war, so you don't know how desperate and terrifying it was! The earth was shattered, continents were sunk, mountains were smashed, seawater overflowed, lava erupted... the whole world was plunged into apocalypse, and countless dragons were slaughtered!"

I was there when the continent of Beleriand was sunk, and I witnessed the raging sea devour all of my fellow dragons!

I was lucky. When I was swallowed by the sea, I managed to exhale some cold air. As the seawater submerged me, it turned into ice and encased me, saving my life.

I was carried away from the battlefield by ocean currents in the ice, drifting all the way to the northernmost tip of the continent, where I landed and have survived in this mountain ever since.

"So from that moment on, I vowed never to leave this place!"

Saruman naturally knew that the war the dragon Gram had mentioned was the War of Wrath in the First Age.

However, at that time he was still Maya and did not participate in this war.

Now, seeing the dragon, he showed fear and disdain, thinking it was nothing more than a dragon terrified by war.

But Saruman knew the importance of the mission and did not give up trying to persuade him.

He then moved on to another matter.

"Speaking of dragons, I think you should know that there is a fire dragon named Smaug that has been tamed and become someone else's mount."

“Impossible!” the dragon Gram exclaimed in disbelief. “The dragon race only recognizes Morgoth as their master. No one else can make us submit, not even Sauron.”

“But that’s the truth,” Saruman said. “The one who subdued Smaug was a black-robed wizard named Duir. He caused us a lot of trouble riding that dragon, and the story spread throughout Middle-earth. He was even given the title of ‘Lord of the Dragons.’”

"Lord of the dragons? Ha, laughable! The only one in the entire world who is Morgoth, who created us, is the Lord of the dragons! How dare a wizard have such a title?" the dragon Gram said with disdain and sarcasm.

Then its eyes fell back on Saruman, and it sneered, "So you came to me for cooperation, just to have me deal with that fire dragon and that black-robed wizard, is that it?"

"Unfortunately, you've miscalculated. It's just a little fire dragon; I don't need to worry about it!"

"Alright, if you have nothing else to do, don't disturb my slumber!" The dragon Gram impatiently dismissed him.

A cold glint flashed in Saruman's eyes. This dragon was unyielding and showed him no respect. How could the proud and arrogant Saruman tolerate this?
He directly used mental hypnosis, and his voice was filled with hypnotic and seductive magic:

“Gram the dragon, ruler of the frost, please listen to me, please do not resist so much... Are you willing to just curl up here and rot away in this desolate mountain?”
Follow me, dragon Gram! I can grant you all the riches of the world! You will become as famous and dazzling as the dragons Glauron and Ankaragan of the past!
All will remember your name and tremble in fear! You will be the embodiment of extreme cold and death! Winter is coming, and you, the frost dragon Gram, will bring a long winter from the north…”

The enormous eyes of the dragon Gram fell into a trance-like hypnotic state.

Saruman's enchanting voice struck at all its resentment and desires, causing it to involuntarily expose the loopholes in its mental defenses and giving Saruman the opportunity to hypnotize and control it.

(End of this chapter)