Chapter 131 Clarifying Attitudes
When the battle between the dragon and the giants ended and the devastated Frost Giant tribe gradually returned to calm, a small white figure wobbled over.
The White Dragon Mother, carrying significant injuries, flew near Brian and stammered, "Th-thank you for rescuing me this time."
From her awkward expression, it was clear that such words of gratitude were difficult for her to say.
Brian looked down at the White Dragon Mother and said in his usual calm tone, "My goal was the White Crystalmine vein. I just happened to save you along the way. Don't think I came specifically to rescue you; you were just lucky."
After a pause, he added seriously, "You gave me a lot of prey before, so let's consider it even this time."
"You don't need to send any more. My followers are capable enough to hunt for me."
"You should take better care of Hill and the others. Don't waste your energy on me."
Brian said righteously, "I am not an adult yet! I have no such considerations, so don't get any ideas."
The White Dragon Mother was slightly taken aback. Seeing Brian's firm rejection, she said a bit unwillingly, "But you already look like an adult dragon. Age isn't..."
Brian interrupted her, his face stern, and repeated, "I'll say it again, I have no intention of finding a mate."
In everyday situations, Brian wasn't a difficult dragon to talk to, but when he got serious and his face turned stern, a natural pressure emanated from him, making it hard to ignore.
Facing such a serious Brian, the White Dragon Mother felt her breath catch, shrank her head, and said weakly, "Alright, alright, I understand."
When it came to choosing a mate, Brian's philosophy was to rather have none than settle for less.
No matter how attractive the White Dragon Mother was or how interested she was in him, he couldn't accept such a strange and complicated relationship.
Seeing that the White Dragon Mother seemed to give up, Brian felt a sense of relief.
But he hadn't relaxed for more than a few seconds when the White Dragon Mother, still unwilling to give up, mustered the courage to add, "Then when you become an adult, if you..."
Brian's face darkened. Without a word, he chanted a spell, and several small fireballs emitting high heat floated up and down in front of him.
The White Dragon Mother's face stiffened, and she quickly stepped away from Brian, closing her mouth sullenly.
"A bit of a masochist, doesn't listen to reason, only responds to threats."
Brian exhaled.
Several fireballs shot into the sky, exploding into bursts of flames like brilliant fireworks.
At the same time, under the briefly brightened sky, in the blood-scented tribe, wolves and two white dragons swept back and forth, killing every hiding or fleeing juvenile Frost Giant.
If it were other creatures, Brian might have considered trying to subdue them.
But giants... Dragons and giants are mortal enemies. Generations of battles have ingrained a deep-seated hatred in their bloodlines, irreconcilable and unending.
Overcoming instincts and suppressing dragon nature was not Brian's wish, so he had no intention of subduing them and decided to annihilate them completely.
Then, Brian ignored the White Dragon Mother and flew alone to the White Crystalmine vein. He took a deep breath of the gem-scented air, closed his eyes, and slowly fell asleep.
For dragons, sleep is always the best way to restore energy and spirit.
A dragon spends the majority of its life in sleep.
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A month later, in the now-destroyed Frost Giant tribe, the tall houses had been torn down and rebuilt. Kobold Spellcasters, in collaboration with Minotaur Shamans, constructed a variety of new dwellings—nests, stone houses, caves—according to the preferences of different followers.
Near the peak of a small snowy mountain, a brand-new, deep Dragon's Lair was situated.
Brian had added another Dragon's Lair to his collection. At this moment, he was there, observing the mining progress of the White Crystalmine vein.
Near the White Crystalmine vein below, Minotaur Shamans communicated with the spirits of the Earth, carefully breaking through the soil and rocks to form a gradually deepening mine tunnel. Ordinary minotaurs, under the supervision of Winter Wolf overseers, transported the surrounding waste and rubble.
The kobolds, skilled in mining, had already entered the mine with pickaxes and shovels, following the Minotaur Shamans.
From time to time, natural White Crystal ores were extracted, then the Minotaur Shamans cleared the soil and rocks from them, revealing smooth, bright, irregular White Crystals, which were ultimately delivered to Brian's Dragon's Lair by Winged Kobolds.
Deep within this new Dragon's Lair, a small pile of White Crystals had already been placed, with the surrounding cold elemental energy extremely active.
In addition, there were gems, tools, books, and other items looted from the tribe.
Most of the books were useless, but some were clearly spell inheritance books. Unfortunately, Brian could only speak Giant Language and couldn't understand their writing.
The Ogre Tribe was illiterate, and the Wolfheart Clan could only speak but not write, so Brian hadn't mastered the written form of the Giant Language.
Compared to the towering, sky-high Ice Cliff on the plains, this snowy mountain Dragon's Lair was less conspicuous. Moreover, due to the mining activities, it had gathered a large number of his followers, making its defensive strength much greater than that of the Ice Cliff Territory.
However, staying here temporarily was just for the novelty; it wasn't a case of abandoning the old for the new.
Brian preferred the open, bright, and boundless view, so he still favored the Ice Cliff Dragon's Lair.
Once a sufficient quantity of White Crystals had been mined, he planned to take them to the Ice Cliff Dragon's Lair. The Wolfheart Clan was there, and the two White Dragon Guards were still guarding the Dragon's Lair in the Ice Cliff Territory for him.
Inside the snowy mountain Dragon's Lair, Brian breathed in the element-rich air, feeling his spirits lift.
He was now lying on his back next to the sparkling White Crystals, extending his Dragon Claws to pick up a handful of White Crystals. Then, he slightly spread his fingers, letting them slip through the gaps, producing a crisp, tinkling sound.
