In his random thoughts, he controlled his wings with his limits, and glided down according to the instinct of the dragon...

"Ao, ao, ao..."

Flying is indeed the fastest way of transportation. The cold wind blows on your body. Before Otto can fly, the foot of the mountain is already close to you.

"Bang!"

He suddenly spread his wings and leaned at an angle against the wind. The violent mountain wind hit his wings almost vertically, and his gliding speed dropped in a few breaths.

When the speed dropped to a certain level, Otto suddenly retracted his wings and landed steadily at the foot of the mountain.

First flight, perfect landing!

"roar!"

But after calling, he couldn't be happy because the foot of the mountain was still covered with ice and snow, and it was covered in white.

Not to mention eating, there is not even a hay!
Chapter completed!