Chapter 61 Bango Festival
"If the White Dragon Mother had taken the Fourth and Fifth Circle scrolls with her when she left the nest, it wouldn't have been so easy for me. At the very least, my time powers would have been more quickly depleted."
Mid-level spells could harm a young dragon.
The White Dragon Mother had underestimated Brian, not expecting him to have the strength to defeat her.
Transferring all the magical Gemstones to the Ice Crystal bed, Brian adjusted his position and laid down. Due to the hardness of dragon scales and their low sensitivity to external objects, the angular Gemstones made an ideal bed for a dragon.
The only downside was that the number of Gemstones was still too few to cover the Ice Crystal bed completely, leaving something to be desired.
Lying on the Gemstone bed, Brian closed his eyes contentedly.
This time, he didn't choose to consume the magical Gemstones directly. A sufficient number of Gemstones gathered together had a great effect in attracting elemental energy. Considering the long term, keeping them around was the best choice.
Brian was no longer so weak as to be impulsive in his actions.
Acceleration State, Plunder Time Breath, Time Stop... just these three Time Dragon abilities were enough to handle most enemies. In this icy, snow-covered far northern ice field, Brian felt he was close to being invincible, not needing to reach adulthood.
Even achieving the normal abilities of a Newborn Time Dragon would be sufficient.
At that point, it would be time to leave the far northern ice field and explore the broader continent, seeking knowledge and the unknown.
He coiled his tail, curled his body, tucked in his dragon claws, and entered a short, nap-like sleep.
The surroundings returned to their usual silence, with no changes except for the ownership of the Ice Cliff Dragon's Lair.
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A week later, the storm gradually ceased.
The weather in the far northern ice field began to change.
Besides the storm stopping, the night sky that had shrouded the far northern ice field lightened significantly, resembling the pre-dawn twilight.
The night was still present, but soon, the eternal night would end, giving way to six months of continuous daylight.
Temperatures would rise, and during the warmest period, the ice and snow would melt for a while, bringing a hint of life to the usually cold far northern ice field.
At the top of the Ice Cliff Dragon's Lair, a thousand meters high, Brian spread his dragon wings wide, gazing deeply at his territory.
What once belonged to the White Dragon Mother was now officially under Brian's control.
After waking up, Brian hadn't been idle.
He flew high-speed around the perimeter of the Ice Cliff territory, marking the borders with his dragon scent, declaring his sovereignty.
The small settlement by the Winding Ice River had now been relocated to the Ice Cliff territory.
The Arctic Ice Spirits were currently building new dwellings not far from the Dragon's Lair.
Under Brian's instructions, they were not only constructing houses but also setting up hidden posts and designating farming areas.
Life was gradually becoming more civilized from its primitive state.
Relying solely on hunting was inefficient for obtaining food, so Brian imparted some knowledge about farming to the Arctic Ice Spirits.
Though he didn't know much himself, just some bits and pieces from his previous life, the Arctic Ice Spirits were intelligent creatures. As long as they were shown a path, they could figure out the rest without much oversight from Brian.
However, everything was just beginning and would take time to develop.
In fact, if the Arctic Ice Spirits hadn't been elemental beings that didn't need flesh for survival, they likely would have already developed farming techniques.
As for the Ogres, Brian didn't have them move to the Ice Cliff territory.
Gathering all his treasures in one place wasn't a wise decision.
Moreover, the Ogre Basin had a unique terrain and a newly built mountain-side Dragon's Lair. Abandoning it would be wasteful, especially since the Bonecrusher Tribe had lived there for nearly a thousand years.
Brian's demands on the Bonecrusher Tribe were minimal.
They were currently required to provide Brian with at least one medium-sized magical creature each week.
Brian's size when he was expelled from the Dragon's Lair was considered medium for a magical creature.
This demand would have been difficult for the Ogre Tribe in the past, but now, with a few strong dragon-veined Ogres, it was a reasonable request.
Tancred felt fortunate for his choice, seeing the thriving Bonecrusher Tribe and believing he had chosen the right master to follow for eternity.
Brian gazed into the distance, his eyes piercing through the sparse snow, using his long-distance vision to look south.
The outline of the Southern Mountain Range resembled a dragon lying on the Earth, with mountains, hills, and forests forming its heavy spine, stretching and undulating, separating the far northern ice field from the fertile southern lands.
"What kind of scene lies beyond that mountain range?"
Recently, Brian often pondered this question.
No matter where he was, as long as he was in the sky, looking south without any obstructions, he could see the silent, winding Southern Mountain Range.
This piqued Brian's curiosity.
The far northern ice field, covered in snow and ice, was beautiful but too desolate, with a pitifully low density of species and highly repetitive scenery.
After two years here, Brian yearned for the outside world.
After a few minutes of silent gazing, Brian retracted his gaze, flapped his wings, and descended from the top of the Ice Cliff, heading toward the Arctic Ice Spirit settlement.
The previous day, Roy had bravely approached Brian, inviting him to attend a traditional festival of the Ice River Tribe, the Bango Festival. It was a grand festival of the Ice River Tribe.
Of course, "grand" was relative to their daily lives. Due to the low desires and needs of the Arctic Ice Spirits, the Bango Festival was quite simple.
The festival's name was an onomatopoeia in the Noah Common Language.
It represented blessings and prayers for the birth of life and hopes for a better future.
From Roy's description, Brian understood the specifics of the Bango Festival and, while outwardly calm, was inwardly astonished.
In Brian's understanding, the Bango Festival was essentially a twenty-year group procreation event for the Arctic Ice Spirits.
Imagining the possible scenes at the Bango Festival, Brian, with a mindset of exploring different species' customs, accepted Roy's sincere invitation.
