Dragon Who Controls Time

Chapter 50: Banto Felday.1

Translator: 549690339

“These magic scrolls … If the White Dragon Maiden had taken the four-ring and five-ring soul masters with her when she left the nest, it wouldn’t have been so easy. At the very least, she would have used up more time power.”

A mid-level spell had a killing effect on young dragons.

The White Dragon Maiden had underestimated her opponent. She did not expect garen to have the ability to defeat her.

After shifting all the magic gemstones onto the large ice crystal bed, garen adjusted his posture a few times and moved his body to lie on it. As the Dragon scales were hard, they were less sensitive to foreign objects. The gemstones with edges were the best bed material for Dragons.

The only flaw was that the number of gemstones was still too small, and it was unable to fill the ice crystal bed.

Lying on the bed of gemstones, garen closed his eyes in satisfaction.

This time, he did not choose to swallow the magic gems directly. When enough magic gems were gathered together, the effect of attracting elemental energy was very good. It was best to keep them by his side in the long run.

Now garen was not that weak, he did not have to do the thirsty thing anymore.

Accelerated state, plundering breath of time, time stop … Just these three abilities of the time Dragon were enough for him to face most of his enemies. In this ice field of the extreme north, garen felt that he was not far from being invincible, and he did not need to become an adult at all.

In fact, it would be more or less the same as an Ordinary Time Dragon Whelp.

That would be the time to leave the icy Plains of the extreme north and head to the vaster continent, to begin exploring knowledge and the unknown.

He curled up his tail, curled up his body, and used his dragon claws to fall asleep.

The surroundings returned to their usual silence. Other than the ice cliff Dragon Nest changing owners, there were no other changes.

……………..

A week later, the blizzard gradually stopped.

The weather of the ice plains of the extreme north experienced a change.

Apart from the blizzard that had stopped, the dark sky that had been shrouding the icy Plains of the extreme north had become much fainter. The sky was now at a state similar to the first light of dawn.

The night was still there, but it would not be long before the polar night disappeared, and the polar day that would last for half a year would come.

The temperature was about to rise. At its warmest point, the ice and snow would melt for a period of time, allowing the ice plains of the extreme north, which had been in a cold state for most of the time, to recover some of its vitality.

At the top of the ice cliff Dragon’s Nest, at the highest point of the thousand-meter-high steep ice cliff, garen’s pair of dragon wings stretched out to both sides, and his eyes scanned his own territory.

The territory that originally belonged to the White Dragon Maiden had now been officially taken over by garen.

It wasn’t that he didn’t do anything after he woke up.

Garen flew around the ice cliff territory at high speed and circled a few times, leaving his Dragon-type aura at the edge of the territory to declare his ownership.

After that, the small gathering place that was originally located on the winding Ice River had now been moved to the ice cliff territory.

The current Arctic ice Spirit was building a new residence not far from the dragon’s lair.

Under garen’s instructions, in addition to the normal houses, they also had to build some hidden sentries and circle out the breeding ground.

Life had gradually become more civilized.

The efficiency of only relying on hunting to obtain food was really low.

Hence, garen gave some pointers to the ice spirits of the extreme north regarding some knowledge of breeding.

In fact, he did not know much about it himself. He only had a smattering of knowledge from his previous life. However, the Arctic ice Spirit was an intelligent creature with a higher IQ. As long as he could point out a clear path for them, they had the ability to infer many things from one fact, so garen did not need to worry too much.

However, this was just the beginning. It would take some time to accumulate.

In fact, if it wasn’t for the fact that the Arctic ice spirits were elemental lifeforms and didn’t need flesh and blood to survive, they would have most likely developed the corresponding breeding techniques.

As for the ogres and the rest of the big, stupid ones, garen did not let them move to the ice cliff territory.

He knew that a cunning rabbit had Three Burrows. Putting all of their forces together was not a decision that he had made.

Moreover, the terrain of the ogre basin was special. There was a Dragon Nest that had just been built not long ago. It would be a waste to give up on it. Moreover, the broken bone tribe had lived there for nearly a thousand years.

Garen did not have many requirements for the broken bone tribe.

What they needed to do now was to contribute at least one medium-sized magical creature to garen every week.

Garen’s approximate size when he was expelled from the Dragon’s Nest was that of a medium-sized magic creature.

This request had been difficult for the ogre tribe in the past, but now that they had a few powerful dragon vein ogres, it wasn’t too much of a request.

WUGA shattered bones rejoiced at his choice back then. Looking at the prosperous shattered bones Tribe, he felt that he had chosen the right generous master to follow for life.

Garen looked into the distance, his gaze piercing through the scattered snow, his long-distance vision piercing through space, and looking towards the South.

The outline of the southern mountain range was like a long Dragon lying on the ground. Mountain ranges, Hills, forests … Many terrains formed its thick and heavy Dragon spine, undulating continuously, separating the Arctic tundra from the fertile land of the South.

“What’s the scene on the other side of the mountain range?”

Recently, garen had been thinking about this question.

No matter where he was, as long as he was high up in the sky and looked towards the South, he would be able to see the silent winding mountain range in the South without any cover.

This made garen curious.

Although the snowy-white tundra was beautiful, it was too desolate. The density of species was pitifully low, and the scenery was highly repetitive. There was nothing new.

Garen had stayed here for two years, and he had developed a yearning for the outside world.

After quietly looking into the distance for a few minutes, garen retracted his gaze and flapped his dragon wings. He descended from the top of the ice cliff and moved towards the gathering place of the Arctic ice spirits.

Yesterday, Roy Glacier had mustered his courage and took the initiative to look for garen, hoping that Lord garen could attend a traditional festival of the glacier tribe.

Banger day. 1

It was a grand festival for the ice River Tribe.

Of course, the meaning of ‘Grand’ was only in comparison to their daily lives. Since the various desires and demands of the Arctic ice spirits were very low, the banger Festival was actually quite simple.

The name of this Festival was a direct onomatopoeic word in the common language of Noah.

It represented the blessings and wishes for the birth of life, as well as the yearning for a better life in the future.

Through Roy Glacier’s description, after garen understood the specific content of the banger Festival, he did not show it on the surface, but deep down, he was filled with shock.

In garen’s understanding, the Banto Festival was simply a group birth banquet for the Arctic ice spirits that happened once every twenty years.

It was a large-scale reproduction. 1

As he imagined the various scenarios that could happen during the Bangar Festival, garen accepted Roy Glacier’s sincere invitation with the intention of exploring the customs and practices of different races.