Chapter 34: The Patriarch's Trouble

Cecil, a strong being in the Legendary Realm, is titled"Heart of Frost".

Managing a large tribe of Frost Giants with a population of tens of thousands also made him troubled.

Far away from the Frost Giant Tribe, there is a Frost Lair, in which lives an old White Dragon named "Frost Wing".

The Frost Giant Tribe and the White Dragon are both the overlords of the ice field, they have hated each other since the beginning times, they preyed and killed each other.

Both are strong in the Legendary Realm, so Cecil and Frost Wing naturally can't do anything to one another

But the talent of the White Dragons was ultimately better than that of the Frost Giant.

Even the most inferior White Dragons, as long as they can survive to become older, they'll easily reach the strength of the Legendary Realm.

However, when Frost Giants grow up, they still have to rely on their own talents.

Not many Frost Giants can grow into the Legendary Realm like Cecil.

Therefore, if the individual's strength is below the Legendary Realm, the Frost Giant is inferior to the White Dragons.

This is what gave Cecil a headache. In recent years, White Dragons have often kidnapped and hunted Frost Giants while ordinary Frost Giants would bully underdeveloped Dragon Beasts at most.

He couldn't take action himself because once he took action to teach the White Dragon a lesson, Frost Wing would never let it go.

Although the probability of a White Dragon hatching into a real dragon is low, There's still a good probability that a nest of five eggs could hatch a real White Dragon.

But the reproduction rate of Frost Giants is lower, and as semi-element life forms, they need more sleep in their lives than the White Dragons.

No, Cecil received bad news just after waking up from a deep sleep.

The White Dragons of the Frost Lair came out of the nest while he was asleep, and captured many Frost Giants who were hunting outside.

This is undoubtedly bad news for the sparsely populated Frost Giants.

Cecil had to think about how to rescue the captured Frost Giants.

The trouble is that these White Dragons will never go out again after they return to their lair after taking the Frost Giants away.

The gate of the Frost Lair was locked tightly, and Cecil had no way to capture some White Dragons in exchange for his clansmen.

It's impossible to exchange it with a Dragon Beast, White Dragon wouldn't care about such mentally handicapped children.

Cecil rubbed the center of his brows, his cold heart felt a little anxious.

The longer the time dragged on, the more danger would happen to the Frost Giants that were captured.

Just when he was at a loss, a Frost Giant broke in and said.

"Master Patriarch, there is a visitor with a Frost Token."

"Oh?" Cecil thought for a moment and said, "Invite them in quickly, I just have something to discuss."

The Frost Token is a token he gave to some Legendary Realm powerhouses or those who are expected to become Legendary Realm powerhouses during his tenure as patriarch.

Although Frost Giants are favored by ice and snow and have a long lifespan and powerful talents, they don't know magic like transfiguration.

They can't leave the northern ice field.

Therefore, although Cecil has been the patriarch for many years he hadn't distributed many Frost Tokens.

The existence that can obtain the Frost Token and survive to this day had definitely reached the Legendary Realm by now.

This gave his plan to save the tribe better hope!

There was anticipation in Cecil's eyes.

The priest received instructions from the patriarch to bring the two dragons, Osmond and Ansair to where Cecil was.

Entering the hall carved out of ice and snow, Ansair saw a Frost Giant more than 30 meters tall sitting behind a huge ice table.

He was sitting on the Ice and Snow Throne and was wrapped in a huge White Dragon suit.

It is estimated that his size may be close to old age.

Cecil and the priest looked at each other, the priest bowed respectfully and stepped back.

"Two distinguished guests, please sit down."

Cecil casually pointed at the ground, and two chair-shaped ice cubes appeared behind Ansair and Osmond.

"Then I won't be polite."

Osmond sat on a chair with his arms folded.

Ansair hesitated and sat down, after all, this chair is really a bit cold to his ass.

"Forgive us Frost Giant for having a poor memory. May I ask who you two are?" Cecil asked.

"Cecil, I'm Osmond. You can't even remember me after a hundred years, are you sleepy?"

Osmond obviously knew Cecil very well, and his tone was not polite.

"Osmond..."

Cecil pondered for a while, and suddenly remembered an adult Golden Dragon that came to the northern ice field a hundred years ago.

That Golden Dragon was about to fight him when he just met him. Although he was already in the Legendary realm at that time, the Golden Dragon insisted on fighting him all day with his thick skin and thick flesh.

They didn't know each other, but because the Golden Dragon was also the White Dragon's enemy and after he defeated the Golden Dragon, Cecil didn't kill him. Instead, he took a fancy to his strength and gave him a Frost Token.

That Golden Dragon is Osmond.

"It turned out to be you. Fifty years ago, a human bard who came here mentioned that you had become a Legendary Realm powerhouse. I didn't expect you to come back to see me after so many years."

Cecil laughed and teased.

"I just came to visit, although it's empty here with only a vast expanse of whiteness with no treasure whatsoever."

Osmond bluntly answered.

The northern ice field is indeed not very attractive to dragons, there are very few gemstones and minerals here.

Cecil had a headache when he heard his words. He knew that Osmond was a Legendary Realm powerhouse and wanted to ask for his help, but the Frost Giants had no treasure, so how could he invite a Legendary Realm powerhouse for help?

It is already good enough for the Frost Giants to eat enough every day and not be killed by wild beasts on the ice field, who cares about the treasure?

Cecil had no choice but to change the subject and ask, "And who's this?"

"Oh, my nephew, Ansair. We are here this time to let him learn a lot and borrow the Frost Magic Circle."

Osmond went straight to the point and clarified his purpose.

Ansair finally knew why Osmond brought him to the northern ice field, presumably because of the "Frost Magic Circle", but he didn't know what effect it had.

Upon hearing the "Frost Magic Circle", Cecil's eyes lit up, and he finally found a way to mobilize Osmond to save his people.

"It turns out that you came here to borrow the Frost Magic Circle. It seems that you have found a good seedling who can inherit your body training secrets."

Cecil praised Ansair calmly.

"Haha, of course, my nephew's cultivation talent is the strongest I have ever seen, stronger than the Sword God among humans!"

Osmond proudly raised his head and praised Ansair.

He was speaking from his own heart, he felt that Ansair's growth rate was too amazing.

"Is that so, congratulations."

Cecil echoed disapprovingly, he just thought that Osmond was exaggerating the facts about his nephew.

"Don't worry about the Frost Magic Circle, anyway, the magic circle is in the tribe, so it won't run away. We haven't seen each other for so long, how can we not have a drink and a meal?"

Cecil arranged, with a warm and hospitable look.

As a Frost Giant who has lived for countless years, he certainly knows that drinking is the best way to talk.