Chapter66 Little Snacks
Two days later, the Dragon's Lair by the river was silent, the river flowing peacefully, with the white dragon below still asleep.
Meanwhile, in another part of the Ice Cliff territory, the three hundred Arctic Ice Spirits, following Brian's instructions before he left, stayed peacefully in the territory. Some trained White Hounds and Terror Lizards, while others taught the newborns various knowledge, creating a harmonious scene.
However, in Brian's third territory, the Ogre Basin, the tall and strong Tancred, standing at nine feet like a small giant, was getting restless.
In recent days, he led four other dragon-blooded ogres to hunt medium-sized or larger magical creatures for Brian, but couldn't find suitable prey. The vast northern ice field had a low density of creatures, and magical creatures were even rarer.
With bad luck, it was possible not to encounter a single magical creature for a week.
After many fruitless attempts, Tancred was worried, having only caught one magical creature so far.
Although he viewed Brian as a kind and compassionate lord, he knew Brian wouldn't keep a group of useless dependents who couldn't accomplish simple tasks.
To avoid being abandoned by the rapidly growing true dragon lord, Tancred decided to head further south to hunt enough magical creatures for Brian in one go.
magical creatures were more abundant in the southern regions.
"Uhammer, Uno, Jonar... you come with me. We must capture prey that will satisfy our master!"
Tancred called four dragon-blooded ogres from the tribe, carrying a black spiked hammer wreathed in blood light, and strode southward.
The five dragon-blooded ogres, each at least nine feet tall, muscular, and exuding a menacing aura, moved across the ice field. As time passed, they gradually left the Ogre Basin, heading further south.
Along the way, they encountered several magical creatures, but unfortunately, the medium-sized magical creatures they encountered had high senses and fled quickly upon noticing the approaching ogres.
Ogres were strong and fierce but were not known for their speed. They helplessly watched their prey escape.
Creatures surviving in the harsh northern ice field were highly alert and cautious.
"At this rate, we'll be abandoned by the master..."
Brian's requirement was at least one medium-sized magical creature, but Tancred didn't want to only meet the minimum requirement.
Feeling heavy-hearted, Tancred, amidst light snowfall, continued to lead the other ogres, constantly scanning for suitable targets.
Unlike Tancred, the other four dragon-blooded ogres were less concerned, following reluctantly and slacking off.
Ogres were generally lazy and didn't think too much. Tancred, diligent and thoughtful, was an exception.
Tancred knew his tribe's nature, trying many methods to change them, but it wasn't easy to alter a creature's nature. He could only turn a blind eye, hoping to gradually influence them.
As silver snowflakes fell, the dragon-blooded ogres reached an ice plateau.
From the top, they had a broad view, with the cold wind whipping against their exposed skin.
Below was a gentle slope, leading to a plain in the distance.
The northern ice field had plateaus, basins, hills, and ice valleys, but mostly endless barren white plains.
At this moment, the dragon-blooded ogres was not in the mood to admire the bright and expansive ice field scenery.
In their sight, on the gentle slope ahead, two white, tender human children were staring up at them in shock.
They were a boy and a girl, both wearing exquisite robes inscribed with mysterious runes.
The cold wind of the northern ice field was blocked by an invisible barrier emitted from the robes.
They also wore shiny accessories on their wrists, necks, and fingers, glowing faintly and attracting elemental energy.
Most striking was the red staff the boy carried.
The red staff was three feet long, covered in flame-like patterns and emitting heat. It had a beautiful diamond-shaped crystal at the top, containing liquid flames. It was clearly not an ordinary item.
After a brief moment of surprise, Tancred was filled with joy and excitement.
He remembered all of Brian's orders, including the true dragon lord's desire to adorn the Dragon's Lair with magical gems.
Having awakened spell-like abilities after his dragon-blood transformation, Tancred could now identify magical items. He eagerly eyed the two human children.
He said happily, "Thank you, Nature, for this gift."
Tancred growled in Giant Language. "Capture them!"
Leading the charge, he ran toward the children like a tank, with the other ogres following, roaring.
"Run!"
The boy, pale-faced, grabbed the girl and ran.
They couldn't defeat them, as they were unusually strong and powerful.
The children moved quickly and nimbly, like snowfield monkeys accustomed to surviving in the northern ice field, clearly enhanced by spells.
"You can't escape, tasty little snacks! Don't run, I'm going to eat you," an ogre drooled, shouting excitedly.
The ogre knew humans were very delicious.
Tancred smacked the ogre's head, scolding, "These human snacks are for the master, fool! Stop drooling!"
Amos and Lilith couldn't understand Giant Language, but the ogres' malicious expressions were clear, needing no words to understand their intentions.
A few minutes later, Amos and Lilith were surrounded by the dragon-blooded ogres, their faces pale.
A bowl-shaped flame shield surrounded them, keeping the ogres at bay.
One ogre curiously poked the shield, before yelping and blowing on his reddened, steaming finger.
Having inherited the white dragon's bloodline, the dragon-blooded ogres shared his low resistance to fire, and the high-quality red staff required little magic to activate a powerful defensive spell.
Seeing this, Tancred was even happier, realizing the children were young spellcasters.
The former two-headed ogre chief loved spellcaster flesh, and Tancred believed Brian would be pleased with the offering.
With this thought, Tancred slowly raised his black spiked hammer.
His arm muscles bulged, and the hammer glowed with blood light, making Amos's scalp tingle.
"Little ones, you're my trophies now!"
Tancred grinned, swinging the hammer down.
In Amos and Lilith's terrified eyes, the flame shield burst into sparks, cracking.
After the first strike, a barrage of heavy blows fell on the shield, spiderweb-like cracks spreading.
Soon, Amos's magic was exhausted, his face pale as paper.
