"These spell scrolls... If Bai Longniang takes all four and five rings with her when she leaves the nest, I guess it won't be so easy. At least the power of time will be consumed.
More."
The mid-range spell has a killing effect on young dragons.
Bai Longniang still underestimated the enemy, but she didn't expect that Garen really had the strength to defeat her.
After transferring all the magic gems to the ice crystal bed, Garen adjusted his posture a few times and moved his body to lie down on it. Because dragon scales are hard and less sensitive to foreign objects, gems with edges and corners are best for dragons.
Bed making things.
The only drawback is that the number of gems is still too small to cover the entire bed of ice crystals, which is not satisfactory.
Lying on the bed of gems, Galen closed his eyes quite comfortably.
He did not choose to swallow the magic gems directly this time. A sufficient number of magic gems were gathered together, and the effect of attracting elemental energy was very good. It was best to take a longer view and keep them by his side.
Now that Galleon is not so weak, he no longer has to do things like fishing for water.
Accelerated state, plundering the breath of time, stopping time...... Just these three abilities of the Time Dragon are enough for him to face the vast majority of enemies in this icy and snowy Far North.
In the ice field, Garen felt that he was not far away from being invincible and there was no need to become an adult at all.
Even, as long as it can reach the normal ability of the Time Dragon Hatchling, that's almost it.
At that time, it will be time to leave the Arctic ice sheet, go to a wider continent, and start exploring knowledge and unknowns.
He curled up his tail, rolled up his body, thrust his dragon claws, and fell into a nap-like sleep.
The surroundings have returned to the same silence as before. Except that the owner of the Ice Cliff Dragon Nest has changed, there are no other changes.
.....................
A week later, the storm gradually subsided.
The weather in the far north ice sheet has ushered in a change.
In addition to the cessation of the snowstorm, the night sky that has always shrouded the Arctic ice sheet has become much lighter, and the sky has a feeling similar to the dim light in the early morning.
The night is still there, but soon the polar night will disappear and the polar day will last for half a year.
The temperature is about to rise, and the ice and snow will melt for a period of time during the warmest period, allowing the Arctic ice sheet to regain some vitality in the cold state most of the time.
At the top of the ice cliff dragon's nest, at the highest point of the thousand-meter-high steep ice cliff, Garon's pair of dragon wings stretched out towards both sides, scanning his territory with a deep look.
The territory that originally belonged to Bai Longniang has now been officially taken over by Garen.
It's not like he didn't do anything after he woke up.
Garen flew around the perimeter of the ice cliff territory at high speed, making several circles and leaving his dragon aura on the edge of the territory, declaring the sovereignty of this place.
Then, the small gathering place that was originally located on the winding glacier has now moved to the ice cliff territory.
Today, the Arctic Ice Spirit is building a new residence not far from the dragon's nest.
Under Gallon's instructions, in addition to normal houses, they also had to set up some hidden sentries to circle off the breeding grounds.
Life gradually changed from primitive primitive life to more civilized life.
Just relying on hunting, the efficiency of obtaining food is really low.
So Garen gave the Arctic Ice Spirits some tips on breeding.
In fact, he himself doesn't know much, only a little knowledge from his previous life, but the Arctic Ice Spirit is an intelligent creature with a high IQ. As long as he can point out a clear path for them, they have the ability to draw inferences from one example and don't need to worry too much about Garen.
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But everything has just begun and it will take some time to accumulate.
In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the Arctic Ice Spirits are elemental beings and do not need flesh and blood to survive, they would most likely have developed corresponding breeding techniques.
As for the stupid big ogres, Garen did not let them move to the ice cliff territory.
He knew very well the principle of the cunning rabbit's three burrows, and putting all his forces together was not a conscious decision.
Moreover, the terrain of the Ogre Basin is quite special, and there is also a mountain wall dragon nest that was just built not long ago. It would be a waste to just abandon it, and the Bone Broken Tribe has been living there for nearly a thousand years.
Garleon doesn't ask much from the Bonecrusher Horde.
What they currently need to do is mainly contribute at least one medium-sized magical creature to Galleons every week.
Garen's approximate size when he was expelled from the dragon's lair was a medium-sized magical creature.
This requirement was difficult for the ogre tribe in the past, but now that there are several stronger dragon-veined ogres, it is a suitable requirement that is not excessive.
Uga Bone Broken feels very lucky for his original choice. Looking at the prosperous Bone Broken tribe, he thinks that he has chosen the right kind master to follow forever.
Garen looked far into the distance, his eyes penetrated the scattered snow, and his long-distance vision penetrated the space, looking towards the south.
The outline of the southern mountain range is like a long dragon lying on the earth. Mountains, hills, forests... many terrains make up its thick dragon spine, which is undulating, isolating the Arctic ice sheet and fertile land.
The land of the south.
"What will it look like on the other side of this mountain range?"
Recently, Garen often thought about this question in his mind.
No matter where he is, as long as he is high in the sky and looks towards the south, he can see the silent and winding southern mountains without any obstruction in the middle.
This made Garen curious.
Although the snow-white and silver-covered Arctic ice sheet is beautiful, it is too desolate, the density of species is pitifully low, and the scenery is highly repetitive and devoid of anything new.
Garen stayed here for two years, and developed a yearning for the outside world in his heart.
After quietly gazing into the distance for a few minutes, Garen withdrew his gaze, waved his dragon wings, and landed from the top of the ice cliff, while moving towards the gathering place of the extreme northern ice spirits.
Yesterday, Roy Glacier boldly took the initiative to find Garen, hoping that Lord Garen could come to a traditional festival of the Glacier Tribe.
Bangor Festival.
A grand festival of the Glacier Tribe.
Of course, this grand meaning is only compared to their daily life. Since the various desires and needs of the Arctic Ice Spirits are very low, the Bangor Festival is actually quite simple.
The name of this holiday is a direct onomatopoeia of Noah's lingua franca.
It represents blessings and prayers for the birth of life, as well as yearning for a better life in the future.
Through Roy Glacier's description, after Gallon figured out the specific content of the Bangor Festival, he remained calm on the surface, but he was filled with a strong sense of surprise in his heart.
In Garon's understanding, the Bangor Festival is simply a group human-creation banquet held by the Arctic Ice Spirit every twenty years.
A large-scale reproductive act.
Thinking about various scenarios that might happen at the Bangor Festival, Gallon accepted Roy Glacier's sincere invitation with a learning mentality of exploring the customs and habits of creatures of different races.