Chapter 123 The Behavior of the Scoundrel Dragon
Within the Ice Cliff Territory, the scene had become much livelier compared to the desolate aftermath of the war with the human army.
Two massive white dragons, Arctic Ice Spirits, Ogres, Kobolds, numerous Magical Creatures, ferocious beasts, Savage Beasts, and the lowest-ranking Minotaur Tribe, Ironback Clan...
Once the miners were ready, Brian's thoughts drifted towards the White Crystal mine vein still located in the Frost Giant tribe.
White Crystal, a cold-attribute magical gemstone.
They are semi-transparent, pristine gems, crystal clear like ice. When light passes through and reflects off the White Crystal, it illuminates the surroundings with dazzling colors, making it the favorite gemstone of cold-affinity creatures.
The first magical gemstone Brian consumed in his dragon life was a White Crystal, borrowed from the White Dragon Mother.
The sensation of the cold surge of magic flowing through his body after consuming the White Crystal, along with the constant tension and vigilance for the White Dragon Mother's return, remains vivid in his memory, as if it happened just yesterday.
Due to his partial white dragon bloodline, Brian has a preference for White Crystals.
When he learned about the White Crystal mine vein from the White Dragon Mother, he was determined to take it all.
The Ogres of the Bonecrusher Clan are now gathered in the Ice Cliff Territory to prepare for the upcoming seizure of the mine vein.
The Winter Wolves are currently in the Snowridge Pine Forest because it is located to the east, closer to the Frost Giant tribe.
Brian sent them to scout the Frost Giant tribe. Their small size and considerable strength make them difficult to detect as spies, and since the Frost Giants have a tradition of hunting with Winter Wolves, being discovered wouldn't directly provoke a conflict.
According to Stewart, a Frost Giant once approached the Wolfheart Clan to establish a cooperative relationship, but was refused.
The Frost Giant, after being rejected by the Winter Wolves, did not fly into a rage but calmly returned to their tribe. They rarely visit the Snowridge Pine Forest afterward. There are quite a few Winter Wolf clans in the extreme northern Ice Field, and the Frost Giants had no intention of fixating on a single clan.
However, although the followers had gathered and prepared, Brian did not act immediately.
He planned to learn another Six-ring Energy Fireball, Blaze Fireball, to let those blue-skinned Frost Giants taste the power of Flame.
True Giants and True Dragons are mutual arch-enemies, with hatred etched in blood and soul. Having accepted the Dragon Heritage, Brian harbors no goodwill towards them either.
Not only in the Prime Material Plane.
In the Astral Plane or other dimensions, Ancient Dragons and Ancient Giants have never ceased their battles, engaging in almost mortal combat upon meeting.
However, the six-ring fireball spell, especially Morton's refined variant, is quite challenging to learn. Brian felt it would be difficult to master in a short time.
He decided that if he couldn't grasp Blaze Fireball within a week, he wouldn't wait any longer.
Meanwhile, a familiar Dragon's Might swept across, causing the creatures within the Ice Cliff Territory to simultaneously look up. Upon seeing a glimpse of a white dragon, they nonchalantly lowered their heads and continued with their activities.
Inside the Dragon's Lair, Brian sensed the Dragon's Might and couldn't help but feel a slight headache.
Soon, a graceful and delicate white dragon walked into his Dragon's Lair.
The White Dragon Mother had brought Brian his favorite prey again. As she gracefully walked over to Brian, she curiously asked in a crisp dragon language, "Are you planning to make a move against the Frost Giant tribe?"
Having visited Brian's territory multiple times, she was quite familiar with the gathering of his followers and could see their preparations for the upcoming battle.
Brian nodded and unceremoniously accepted the prey brought by the White Dragon Mother, starting to eat it right in front of her.
He happened to be a bit hungry.
Since the White Dragon Mother had been visiting almost daily these past few days, Brian had grown accustomed to her comings and goings.
Normally, Brian should have sternly and directly refused the White Dragon Mother's gift-giving behavior.
But the problem was, the prey she brought was exactly the kind he liked.
Since those prey were top-tier hunters in the extreme northern Ice Field, even Brian's followers, including the ferocious frost tigers and winter wolves, found it difficult to bring him one every day.
The White Dragon Mother had to put in quite a bit of effort to catch such prey daily.
Brian himself would also need to spend a certain amount of time and energy to catch them, which was far less comfortable than having them delivered directly.
Faced with this kind of sweet temptation, Brian ultimately decided to maintain a cold attitude, eat the sweet coating, and reject the hidden agenda, hoping she would give up on her own.
Given the White Dragon Mother's personality, she wouldn't persist for long before giving up.
"In a few days, that mine vein will be mine," Brian said, munching on the frozen large prey, his dragon language somewhat muffled.
The White Dragon Mother ground her dragon teeth, her dragon tail restlessly slapping the icy ground.
She said unhappily, "Can't you take me along? I'm an Adult Dragon after all. Dealing with a few Frost Giants is no problem. You just need to give me some White Crystals afterward."
Brian shook his head, swallowed the food in his mouth, and said, "The strength of my subordinates is already sufficient. I don't need you."
The White Dragon Mother's strength wouldn't be of much help against the Frost Giants.
After a pause, he looked at the White Dragon Mother's smooth, unblemished scales and said, "Besides, strictly speaking, you're just a Young Dragon. Don't consider yourself an Adult Dragon."
The White Dragon Mother's eyes widened, and her breathing became heavy, clearly unhappy.
Brian buried his head and continued eating, enjoying the food without saying another word.
Next to him, the White Dragon Mother looked at the indifferent Brian, snorted coldly, then moved her Dragon Claws to snatch away the half-eaten prey, saying angrily, "No more food for you!"
With a cold expression, she grabbed the remaining prey, flapped her Dragon Wings, and flew away from the Dragon's Lair without waiting for Brian to say anything.
Brian had no intention of stopping her.
Inside the Dragon's Lair, he watched the departing White Dragon Mother.
On one hand, he felt that the White Dragon Mother, having been deliberately treated coldly by him, was probably giving up now and wouldn't continue to have any strange thoughts about him, which was a relief.
On the other hand... he felt a slight regret for losing his daily feast.
"After taking the White Crystal mine vein, give her some as a reward for this period," he thought.
