The white dragon mother had been underestimating Garon from the beginning, and even after many events, though she recognized Garon's strength, his true power was still far beyond what she imagined. After all, she only judged by appearance and knew nothing of Garon's temporal abilities.
Meanwhile, the white dragon mother fell silent for a moment before scoffing mockingly, "Solve it alone? That's delusional."
"You look stronger, but to think that you alone can take on an entire tribe of frost giants—do you think they are some weak, low-level creatures?"
"Garon, your size has grown, but your wisdom seems no different from other fledglings."
Her tendency to mock without considering the actual disparity in strength was a poor trait that made it remarkable she had survived to nearly adulthood.
Garon was used to the white dragon mother's almost instinctive provocative remarks and did not take them to heart.
He responded indifferently, "I have enough confidence, regardless of what you think."
Pausing, he looked down at the white dragon mother and said seriously, "To thank you for the information, I will give you some scraps after I succeed."
The mining of the magic gemstones inevitably produced some fragmented, lower-quality pieces.
These fragmented magic gems, while not aesthetically pleasing and less effective in gathering elemental energy, were still valuable as magic gems.
Garon decided to give the white dragon mother some of these broken gems as a return favor.
He disliked owing favors; since the news came from her, sharing some broken gems with her was only fair.
The white dragon mother was somewhat reluctant and said, "The frost giant tribe includes a giant at least four hundred years old, plus so many adult and prime frost giants. You trying to take them on alone is surely biting off more than you can chew."
She looked up at Garon and invited again, "Think it over. Even with your current strength, you can't handle such a tribe of frost giants."
Garon decisively shook his head and refused, "I've thought about it enough, no need to reconsider."
He smirked and said, "As for you, if there really is an elder frost giant, even if you find a few more true dragons to join without me, you still won't be a match for the frost giant tribe."
Like dragons, giants have a lifespan limit, but their brain and body functions do not weaken with age; instead, they grow stronger.
If they live long enough, their power reaches unimaginable levels.
Ancient giants and ancient dragons alike were the pinnacle beings of the continent, and an ancient being that has lived long enough could even challenge a deity's avatar.
However, such beings are rare, and breaking through the barriers of life and death is not easy.
It's uncertain whether there is an ancient giant or dragon on the Noa continent.
Garon's resolute demeanor showed he was unwilling to discuss further, and the white dragon mother, after opening her mouth, ultimately didn't continue her invitation.
Frustrated that her purpose for coming to the Ice Cliff territory was unmet, she turned and left in a huff, striding out of the dragon's lair.
Garon watched her leave, hoping she would depart quickly to avoid further annoyance.
However, as the white dragon mother reached the edge of the nest, she suddenly turned her head, looked at Garon with a peculiar gaze, puzzling him as she asked, "Garon, what kind of food do you usually like?"
Garon was taken aback, unsure why she would ask such a question.
But it was not a secret, and he pondered before answering, "Polar rampage bears, ice armored serpents, blood-crowned barbaric bulls."
He listed some high-quality magical creatures, which apart from Garon himself, only the ferocious frost tigers occasionally hunted for him.
These magical creatures were strong, with few natural enemies in the polar ice plains.
The stronger the magical creature, the more magical energy their flesh contained, and the tastier they were.
"Why do you ask?"
After answering, Garon casually asked.
But the white dragon mother, upon getting his response, flew away, leaving behind only her graceful figure as if she hadn't heard his question, without replying.
Garon shook his head, discarding the white dragon mother's last question from his mind.
Not dwelling on things he couldn't understand, especially the fickle and unpleasant nature of the white dragon mother, was challenging to decipher.
Once the white dragon mother completely disappeared from his view, Garon refocused his mind, continuing with his spell model construction.
The frost giant tribe could wait a few more days, after he mastered a few fifth-circle spells.
The vein wasn't going anywhere; it wouldn't grow legs and run away in just a few days.
He closed his eyes slightly, using his mental strength as a pen, meticulously inscribing the magma fireball spell model in his
mind.
This fifth-circle advanced fireball spell was twice as complex as those of the fourth circle, making it not easy to successfully inscribe.
However, after three days of intensive work, Garon's proficiency in inscribing had increased.
Perhaps because he relaxed his mind for a moment after being interrupted by the white dragon mother, he finally overcame the last difficulty without any problems, smoothly succeeding in the inscription.
Feeling the lifelike spell model of a magma ball in his mind, Garon slowly exhaled.
He opened his eyes, a smile appearing on his face.
"Mastering a fifth-circle spell in three days, I'm making good progress."
In terms of spells, his foundational knowledge wasn't vast due to limited reading.
The content of the Morden's notes, which were relatively advanced and esoteric with many personally stylized terms, was not easy to understand.
Garon's ability to learn the spells from the notes alone relied on the exceptional talent of a time dragon for knowledge.
For Amos, who obtained the notes, unless he had similarly extraordinary talents, it would be difficult to transform the contents into his own power without expert guidance.
Luna's effort to exchange a dragon soul stone for the notes was likely in vain, a sad waste given for the sake of a friend's descendant.
In a good mood, Garon decided to continue learning the storm spell.
This spell, first seen used by an ettin, had once sparked Garon's admiration for the brilliance of spells.
The sight of dark clouds covering a hundred meters, with rolling, thunderous lightning, was still vivid in his memory.
As a fifth-circle spell, the curse school's storm spell was much simpler than the energy-shaping school's magma fireball.
This wasn't typical; it was because the spells developed by Morden were more complex than other spells of the same level.
To achieve extreme power, these high-circle fireball variants contained a vast number of energy-shaping school runes, far beyond ordinary spells, making them among the hardest to learn at their level.
Since the curse school and the energy-shaping school used fundamentally different sets of basic runes, like two different language systems, even though Garon had mastered the more complex magma fireball, he still couldn't master the storm spell in one go.
For this, Garon, as an immortal dragon, had ample patience.
What he had in abundance was time, and besides, his speed at mastering spells was already much faster compared to other spellcasters.
Under the dark night sky, Garon focused intently on his work.
A day passed in the blink of an eye.
By now, Garon could inscribe the storm spell model in one go over eighty percent of the time, and he wasn't far from success.
Compared to the complex magma fireball, learning the storm spell was considerably easier.
At the same time, a long, clear howl that could almost reach the clouds rang out, its unique tone like the roar of a fierce wind and the sweep of a blizzard.
This was the howl of a winter wolf.
Hearing the sound, Garon looked up and sensed the presence of his kin not far away.
But to his surprise, it wasn't just the winter wolves that had come to the Ice Cliff territory.
The ferocious frost tiger, out hunting, had unexpectedly returned with them. The three winter wolves and the ferocious frost tiger, along with two fierce wolves, were close by, rapidly approaching the location of the Ice Cliff dragon's nest.
This was the first time the winter wolves had come to the Ice Cliff territory; Garon had only told them where it was and let them find their way.
Stretching his somewhat stiff body, Garon stepped out of the lair and landed on the snow-covered ground.
It had been lightly snowing recently, accumulating a neat layer of snow that reflected a jade-like luster under the moonlight.
Two fierce wolves dragged sizable prey, slowly approaching Garon under the lead of the winter wolves.
The wolf leader lowered its head and spoke in Common, "The Wolfheart clan is honored to present you with this prey."
Garon glanced at the prey they brought, which was substantial and strictly comprised of powerful magical creatures, as per his requirements, not ordinary prey.
Beside him, the curious ferocious frost tiger looked at the fierce wolves, stretching out a paw to touch one of them.
That fierce wolf seemed fearful and remained motionless.
The ferocious frost tiger, now twelve meters long and heavier than Garon before his growth during hibernation, presented a striking visual impact.
The fierce wolves, over six meters long and slender, paled in comparison to the robust ferocious frost tiger, looking like toys next to it.
Although Garon now had the winter wolves, the ferocious frost tiger remained his top subordinate; the wolves were slightly less powerful.
It, too, had brought prey for Garon.
A large shark crocodile, its body shimmering with a metallic luster, had its spine bitten
through at the neck, not yet dead but completely immobilized.
Garon withdrew his gaze and looked at the strongest of his subordinates, asking, "What happened on the way to the territory? You all have injuries from your own kind."
The winter wolves, fierce wolves, and ferocious frost tiger bore various injuries—frostbite and lacerations—as if inflicted by the same enemy.
The white dragon mother had been underestimating Garon from the beginning, and even after many events, though she recognized Garon's strength, his true power was still far beyond what she imagined. After all, she only judged by appearance and knew nothing of Garon's temporal abilities.
Meanwhile, the white dragon mother fell silent for a moment before scoffing mockingly, "Solve it alone? That's delusional."
"You look stronger, but to think that you alone can take on an entire tribe of frost giants—do you think they are some weak, low-level creatures?"
"Garon, your size has grown, but your wisdom seems no different from other fledglings."
Her tendency to mock without considering the actual disparity in strength was a poor trait that made it remarkable she had survived to nearly adulthood.
Garon was used to the white dragon mother's almost instinctive provocative remarks and did not take them to heart.
He responded indifferently, "I have enough confidence, regardless of what you think."
Pausing, he looked down at the white dragon mother and said seriously, "To thank you for the information, I will give you some scraps after I succeed."
The mining of the magic gemstones inevitably produced some fragmented, lower-quality pieces.
These fragmented magic gems, while not aesthetically pleasing and less effective in gathering elemental energy, were still valuable as magic gems.
Garon decided to give the white dragon mother some of these broken gems as a return favor.
He disliked owing favors; since the news came from her, sharing some broken gems with her was only fair.
The white dragon mother was somewhat reluctant and said, "The frost giant tribe includes a giant at least four hundred years old, plus so many adult and prime frost giants. You trying to take them on alone is surely biting off more than you can chew."
She looked up at Garon and invited again, "Think it over. Even with your current strength, you can't handle such a tribe of frost giants."
Garon decisively shook his head and refused, "I've thought about it enough, no need to reconsider."
He smirked and said, "As for you, if there really is an elder frost giant, even if you find a few more true dragons to join without me, you still won't be a match for the frost giant tribe."
Like dragons, giants have a lifespan limit, but their brain and body functions do not weaken with age; instead, they grow stronger.
If they live long enough, their power reaches unimaginable levels.
Ancient giants and ancient dragons alike were the pinnacle beings of the continent, and an ancient being that has lived long enough could even challenge a deity's avatar.
However, such beings are rare, and breaking through the barriers of life and death is not easy.
It's uncertain whether there is an ancient giant or dragon on the Noa continent.
Garon's resolute demeanor showed he was unwilling to discuss further, and the white dragon mother, after opening her mouth, ultimately didn't continue her invitation.
Frustrated that her purpose for coming to the Ice Cliff territory was unmet, she turned and left in a huff, striding out of the dragon's lair.
Garon watched her leave, hoping she would depart quickly to avoid further annoyance.
However, as the white dragon mother reached the edge of the nest, she suddenly turned her head, looked at Garon with a peculiar gaze, puzzling him as she asked, "Garon, what kind of food do you usually like?"
Garon was taken aback, unsure why she would ask such a question.
But it was not a secret, and he pondered before answering, "Polar rampage bears, ice armored serpents, blood-crowned barbaric bulls."
He listed some high-quality magical creatures, which apart from Garon himself, only the ferocious frost tigers occasionally hunted for him.
These magical creatures were strong, with few natural enemies in the polar ice plains.
The stronger the magical creature, the more magical energy their flesh contained, and the tastier they were.
"Why do you ask?"
After answering, Garon casually asked.
But the white dragon mother, upon getting his response, flew away, leaving behind only her graceful figure as if she hadn't heard his question, without replying.
Garon shook his head, discarding the white dragon mother's last question from his mind.
Not dwelling on things he couldn't understand, especially the fickle and unpleasant nature of the white dragon mother, was challenging to decipher.
Once the white dragon mother completely disappeared from his view, Garon refocused his mind, continuing with his spell model construction.
The frost giant tribe could wait a few more days, after he mastered a few fifth-circle spells.
The vein wasn't going anywhere; it wouldn't grow legs and run away in just a few days.
He closed his eyes slightly, using his mental strength as a pen, meticulously inscribing the magma fireball spell model in his
mind.
This fifth-circle advanced fireball spell was twice as complex as those of the fourth circle, making it not easy to successfully inscribe.
However, after three days of intensive work, Garon's proficiency in inscribing had increased.
Perhaps because he relaxed his mind for a moment after being interrupted by the white dragon mother, he finally overcame the last difficulty without any problems, smoothly succeeding in the inscription.
Feeling the lifelike spell model of a magma ball in his mind, Garon slowly exhaled.
He opened his eyes, a smile appearing on his face.
"Mastering a fifth-circle spell in three days, I'm making good progress."
In terms of spells, his foundational knowledge wasn't vast due to limited reading.
The content of the Morden's notes, which were relatively advanced and esoteric with many personally stylized terms, was not easy to understand.
Garon's ability to learn the spells from the notes alone relied on the exceptional talent of a time dragon for knowledge.
For Amos, who obtained the notes, unless he had similarly extraordinary talents, it would be difficult to transform the contents into his own power without expert guidance.
Luna's effort to exchange a dragon soul stone for the notes was likely in vain, a sad waste given for the sake of a friend's descendant.
In a good mood, Garon decided to continue learning the storm spell.
This spell, first seen used by an ettin, had once sparked Garon's admiration for the brilliance of spells.
The sight of dark clouds covering a hundred meters, with rolling, thunderous lightning, was still vivid in his memory.
As a fifth-circle spell, the curse school's storm spell was much simpler than the energy-shaping school's magma fireball.
This wasn't typical; it was because the spells developed by Morden were more complex than other spells of the same level.
To achieve extreme power, these high-circle fireball variants contained a vast number of energy-shaping school runes, far beyond ordinary spells, making them among the hardest to learn at their level.
Since the curse school and the energy-shaping school used fundamentally different sets of basic runes, like two different language systems, even though Garon had mastered the more complex magma fireball, he still couldn't master the storm spell in one go.
For this, Garon, as an immortal dragon, had ample patience.
What he had in abundance was time, and besides, his speed at mastering spells was already much faster compared to other spellcasters.
Under the dark night sky, Garon focused intently on his work.
A day passed in the blink of an eye.
By now, Garon could inscribe the storm spell model in one go over eighty percent of the time, and he wasn't far from success.
Compared to the complex magma fireball, learning the storm spell was considerably easier.
At the same time, a long, clear howl that could almost reach the clouds rang out, its unique tone like the roar of a fierce wind and the sweep of a blizzard.
This was the howl of a winter wolf.
Hearing the sound, Garon looked up and sensed the presence of his kin not far away.
But to his surprise, it wasn't just the winter wolves that had come to the Ice Cliff territory.
The ferocious frost tiger, out hunting, had unexpectedly returned with them. The three winter wolves and the ferocious frost tiger, along with two fierce wolves, were close by, rapidly approaching the location of the Ice Cliff dragon's nest.
This was the first time the winter wolves had come to the Ice Cliff territory; Garon had only told them where it was and let them find their way.
Stretching his somewhat stiff body, Garon stepped out of the lair and landed on the snow-covered ground.
It had been lightly snowing recently, accumulating a neat layer of snow that reflected a jade-like luster under the moonlight.
Two fierce wolves dragged sizable prey, slowly approaching Garon under the lead of the winter wolves.
The wolf leader lowered its head and spoke in Common, "The Wolfheart clan is honored to present you with this prey."
Garon glanced at the prey they brought, which was substantial and strictly comprised of powerful magical creatures, as per his requirements, not ordinary prey.
Beside him, the curious ferocious frost tiger looked at the fierce wolves, stretching out a paw to touch one of them.
That fierce wolf seemed fearful and remained motionless.
The ferocious frost tiger, now twelve meters long and heavier than Garon before his growth during hibernation, presented a striking visual impact.
The fierce wolves, over six meters long and slender, paled in comparison to the robust ferocious frost tiger, looking like toys next to it.
Although Garon now had the winter wolves, the ferocious frost tiger remained his top subordinate; the wolves were slightly less powerful.
It, too, had brought prey for Garon.
A large shark crocodile, its body shimmering with a metallic luster, had its spine bitten
through at the neck, not yet dead but completely immobilized.
Garon withdrew his gaze and looked at the strongest of his subordinates, asking, "What happened on the way to the territory? You all have injuries from your own kind."
The winter wolves, fierce wolves, and ferocious frost tiger bore various injuries—frostbite and lacerations—as if inflicted by the same enemy.
