Chapter 26 Giant Language
Brian’s white figure flapped his Dragon Wings in mid-air, stirring a gust of howling Cold Wind, and he soon returned to the skies above his Territory.
Spotting a vacant area devoid of subordinates, he released his Dragon Claws.
The large Ice Crystal he had captured fell, creating a depression in the ground. The commotion attracted the attention of many Arctic Ice Spirits, but they nonchalantly resumed their tasks since seeing their Lord return.
The body of an Ogre was the lifelike in the Ice Crystal whose face still contorted in terror.
Brian folded his Dragon Wings and landed below, scrutinizing the Ice Crystal before him. He had not killed the Ogre and merely frozen it. The Ogre was still alive because Brian had shown restraint.
The reason for this was not a sudden fondness for the Ogre but rather a realization in the moment he exhaled his breath that Ogres are social creatures that were rarely seen alone.
The appearance of one Ogre indicated the presence of an Ogre Tribe in the area.
Brain grunted, "An Ogre Tribe... This far northern Ice Field really doesn't let me rest."
He did not want to wake up from his slumber to find his Territory overrun by Ogres who surrounded and was being cooked with onions, ginger, and garlic.
He looked at the frozen Ogre, and after a moment's thought, he controlled the Ice Crystal to dissolve gradually into magical elements.
The Ogre collapsed to the ground, still bearing some frostbite marks, but his robust physique allowed him to open his eyes within minutes, groggily surveying its surroundings.
Upon seeing Brian's dragon form, the Ogre seemed terrified.
He discarded his large wooden club and prostrated himself before Brian, speaking in a Giant Language that Brian did not understand.
Brian rested his Dragon Claws against his chin, examining the prostrate Ogre with a peculiar feeling. He said, "This Ogre doesn't seem so foolish."
The Dragon Heritage contained records of the Ogre race.
Ogres were often remembered for their reckless, impulsive, and dim-witted nature, as well as their strong bodies that could adapt to most climate environments.
On the Noah Continent, where Brian resided, Ogres were found in forests, swamps, deserts, and tundras... a numerous race.
After a moment's thought, Brian spread his Dragon Wings, casting a shadow over the Ogre.
As the Ogre trembled, Brian said in Noah Common Language, "Do you speak the Common Language?"
The ogre, upon hearing Brian's voice, looked up blankly.
Brian frowned inwardly at Ogre's reaction, realizing this creature only spoke Giant Language.
With the language barrier making it difficult to extract information about the Ogre Tribe, keeping the Ogre was of little use. It would be better to use it to feed the Terror Lizard and White Hound in the Ice River Territory.
The Ogre's stench and ugly appearance made Brian lose his appetite.
With this thought, Brian's gaze towards the Ogre grew dangerous.
This Ogre, however, was not as foolish as typical Ogres and keenly sensed Brian's intent. His face stiffened, and he began speaking urgently in his gibberish language.
Hearing some frequently repeated words, Brian's eyes flickered.
Brain asked, "True Dragon? Spare me?"
For some reason, even though it was his first time hearing the Giant Language, and he had no prior understanding of it, the context and Ogre's repeated phrases helped him grasp some of the meanings.
He recalled the legends of the Time Dragon in the Dragon Heritage. ‘Knowledge, skills, and languages are intrinsic abilities of the Time Dragon.’
"In terms of language, I seem to have a talent." Brian gradually reined in his killing intent when he realized this.
The reason he hadn't realized this sooner was that the knowledge from the Dragon Heritage wasn't dumped into his dragon's mind all at once. Instead, it was like a treasure trove in his mind, naturally surfacing relevant information when triggered by specific environments. It was a conditional trigger knowledge inheritance.
Meanwhile, the Ogre sensed the lethal danger receding and breathed a sigh of relief.
But as soon as he stopped begging, Brian's sharp platinum-gold dragon eyes focused on him, making him cower and plead again.
After a moment's thought, Brian stopped the Ogre's pleading, using gestures and the few words he had learned to communicate.
Being an Intelligent Creature, the Ogre could understand basic meanings through gestures and actions, especially since Brian had just learned some Giant Language words.
Initially difficult, it became easier as the Ogre understood Brian's intent to learn his language.
Brian pointed to the ground, and the Ogre hesitated before saying in Giant Language, "Barakhan."
So, “Barakhan” meant “Earth”.
He then looked up at the sky, and the Ogre understood, saying, "Rakas".
"Rakas" meant “Sky”...
And so, Brian like a child with a new toy who curiously learned a new language as time passed slowly.
He understood word after word, extending them into connected sentences, and grasping more grammar and phrases. The more he learned, the faster his progress.
In just three days, he could engage in simple conversations with the Ogre, though his Giant Language was still somewhat awkward, it was sufficient for daily communication.
Throughout the learning process, he felt no impatience. Instead, he felt a sense of excitement and joy from acquiring new knowledge.
The pleasure was so profound that it surprised Brian.
On the other hand, Brian marveled at his linguistic talent, having deciphered a language just from the Ogre's oral explanations.
He voiced, "If I had this ability in my previous life, or even just the joy of learning new knowledge..."
He now knew five languages. Dragon Language, Noah Common Language, Giant Language, Spanish, and English.
After calming himself, Brian looked at the weary and weak Ogre and said in Giant Language, "Tancred, how many people are in your Bonecrusher Tribe?"
As he spoke, he gestured for an Arctic Ice Spirit to bring over some food for the Terror Lizard and White Hound.
It was a basin of plump, wriggling Ice Field worms.
These Ice Field worms lived under the snow, surviving by eating snow, but their meat was quite succulent. The Arctic Ice Spirits had started breeding them as regular food for the pets under Brian's guidance.
As long as one didn't mind their plump, juicy bodies, they tasted quite good.
Brian occasionally ate them as snacks, enjoying the cool, fresh, snow-water flavor.
