War in the South

After hearing Garen's words, an overjoyed expression appeared on his face. His mood was really fluctuating like a roller coaster.

A few minutes later, Garen carried out the process of transforming them using the dragon blood. He transformed a total of six ogres, including Uga Bone Crusher. Apart from Uga who was three meters tall, the other ogres were about 2.829 meters tall and were the biggest guys of the Bone Crusher Tribe.

Garen wanted to see what the Dragon Blood Ogre was like.

However, the effect of the dragon blood transformation would not appear immediately. The few ogres were all sleepy now. After they slept in a dragon-like manner and woke up, they would be considered genuine dragon blood creatures.

Without staying any longer, after Garen instructed some small matters, he flapped his dragon wings and stirred up a violent wind before disappearing into the sky in the blink of an eye.

After flying under the starry night sky for a period of time, Garen returned to the Ice River Domain.

The Ice River Domain, which was missing a Northern Ice Spirit, was as usual. No Northern Ice Spirit cared about the whereabouts of the one taken away by Garen.

After becoming servants of a colored dragon, they were already mentally prepared for many things. As the lord of this place, Garen was actually quite benevolent. At the very least, he did not abuse his servants for no reason or directly kill them for fun.

The word servant sounded good, but in fact, it was only another term for slave. Garen had the right to kill them.

Coincidentally, the Northern Ice Spirit had just returned with a hunting team formed by Terror Lizards and the White Hounds.

There were many injuries left behind by frost or fireballs on the bodies of the three Giant Feet Yaks. They still had a weak breath left as they were respectfully sent to Garen by the hunting team.

The White Hounds whimpered and ran to Garen's side intimately, rubbing his hanging dragon claws.

These hounds had ice-blue fur mixed with some black stripes. They were round in appearance, but they were not cute. They had extremely huge mouths containing sharp and oppressive canine teeth, and the power of their bites was very powerful.

Apart from that, the White Hound could also spit out cold wind and master a spell-like ability. Its strength was weaker than the Terror Lizard, but there were more of them.

They could give birth to four to five in a litter and were often in heat. Their reproduction ability was considered alright. In just two months, the number of White Hounds in the Ice River Territory had increased from more than 50 to more than 100. They were the main force of the hunting team.

This magical creature that was relatively common in the Northern Ice Fields was the nightmare of many ordinary beasts, but in front of Garen, it was like a domestic pet.

He stretched out his dragon claw and carefully scratched the White Hounds' upturned stomach. Looking at their panting tongues, Garen tore off a piece of flesh and threw it out.

When he stroked the White Hounds' smooth fur, if he was not careful, he would probably cut open their stomachs.

"Go eat."

A few White Hounds wagged their tails and pounced forward, biting at Garen's reward.

Garen used the Frost Dragon Breath to freeze a Giant Feet Yak in the ice crystal. After eating the other two, he chewed the ice crystal mouthful by mouthful and swallowed it whole.

This was a method he liked.

In the past, these three Giant Feet Yaks could make Garen feel a certain sense of satisfaction.

However, his body was just short of energy and nutrients to fall asleep. It was as if he had not eaten anything and was still craving food.

The other hunting teams had not returned yet, so Garen could only think of a way to obtain the last bit of nutrients.

He retracted his dragon wings and jumped under the flowing ice river.

The originally calm meandering ice river suddenly became turbulent. The undercurrent surged, and a white shadow wreaked havoc below, chasing after the natives in the ice river and groups of two to three-meter-long Ice River Sharks.

In Garen's ruthless hunt, how could the pitiful little sharks escape alive?

As the delicious Ice River Sharks entered his stomach, the sleepiness in Garen's eyes gradually became stronger.

Time passed bit by bit. The ice river was still surging. Countless crystal water splashes overflowed to the shore, attracting the curious gazes of some Northern Ice Spirits.

About an hour later, the manic river finally calmed down, but there was a faint crimson color in it with a faint bloody aura.

Garen swallowed the last shark and felt that it was a pity.

There were not many of these Ice River Sharks, but they tasted delicious. He had always wanted to keep them for sustainable development, but soon, the Ice River Sharks here would go extinct.

If not for the fact that he was even more sleepy after eating a few Giant Feet Yaks and did not want to take the risk to hunt magical creatures, he would not have paid attention to the Ice River Sharks.

Due to the faint guilt, Garen thought that he could help the sharks in the future.

Before he could think too much, the surging sleepiness slapped Garen's mind like a tide.

He realized that it was time to sleep.

Shaking his body, Garen was as agile as a fish and quickly entered the dragon nest at the bottom of the river.

"I hope this sleep can allow me to obtain a new time ability…"

He hugged the broken armor and rusty sword in his arms and lay on the ice bed, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

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While Garen fell into a deep sleep and grew, hundreds of kilometers south of his dragon nest, across steep mountains, through the dark and deep dense forest, and over the continuous Impassable Mountain Range, one could see a magnificent city capital after walking hundreds of kilometers south.

There was no extremely bright environment here. It was daytime.

Coincidentally, the sunlight shone down, as if it had sprinkled a layer of golden powder on the magnificent city.

If it was in the past, this scene would be as beautiful as a dream.

The tulip flag of the Walker Duchy would rise up under the sun.

However, it was different today.

This was because this magnificent city was filled with debris. Wailing and pain could be heard continuously. Elite soldiers in fine steel armor rode tall war horses and were equipped with excellent weapons as they walked through the ruins and flames of war. They waved their swords and slaughtered the citizens.

Bloody flowers fell to the ground and were trampled by the cavalry, turning into sinister and strange patterns on the ground.

It was clearly a sunny day, but the Walker Duchy, which was being ravaged by the flames of war, seemed to be in a dark purgatory. No citizen of the Walker Duchy felt warm and comfortable.

The invaders came from further south, from the Mosha Duchy.

The Walker Duchy and the Mosha Duchy both belonged to the Kingdom of Timo. They were ruled by Grand Duke Tulip and Grand Duke Thorn respectively.

This was because the Kingdom of Timo was declining day by day and was coveted by hunters like a giant whale that was about to die. Every inch of flesh and blood on its body was secretly redistributed and priced. The duchies that had long harbored ill intentions were restless and could not wait to eat the flesh and blood of this aging beast.

After the Chief Legendary Mage of the Kingdom of Timo died, some duchies took the initiative to start a war and started war with the others that were still loyal to the Kingdom of Timo.

In the originally calm south of the Noah Continent, because of the fall of the kingdom, the smoke gradually swept through the entire southern continent.

Grand Duke Tulip of the Walker Duchy belonged to the loyal prince's faction. In the battle with the Mosha Duchy, because the other party had invited the help of a Red Dragon, he was no match for the other party on the high-level battlefield and fell into a disadvantage. His defeat continuously accumulated, and in the end, it was like a landslide. Today, his city capital was directly broken.

A thousand-man team of Mosha cavalry stepped through the streets and gradually approached the castle of Grand Duke Tulip under the lead of two high-level mages.

However, before they could take the initiative to attack, an old mage surrounded by fiery red elemental spiritual light rushed into the sky with a duo of man and woman who were filled with panic and fear.

The [Seal the Sky] spell that he had set up in advance did not work on the old mage.

The two high-level mages of the duchy immediately cast spells to pursue.

Between chasing and escaping, the few of them gradually entered the north.