Chapter 68 Humans
Beneath the Ice Cliff Dragon's Lair, under the bright and gentle golden sunlight, Tancred the Conqueror's face was filled with excitement as he clutched two humanoid beings in his hands.
Brian had already landed, his eyes wide with astonishment.
He rubbed his eyes to ensure he was seeing clearly.
Upon closer inspection, he confirmed that the two terrified humanoids clutched by Tancred were indeed two young children, appearing no more than six or seven years old, with innocent, harmless faces.
"Children? How could they appear in the extreme north ice field?" Brian wondered, but before he could think further, his eyes lit up and his breath slightly quickened.
After his initial shock, his attention was drawn to numerous magical items radiating elemental light. Most notably, a fiery red staff at Tancred's waist shone brilliantly, its tip surrounded by dense fire elements. Within the crystal at the tip, clusters of flame-like liquid danced, both mesmerizing and mysterious.
Additionally, the two children wore robes etched with runes, exquisite necklaces, bracelets, and boots—all magical items, subtly glowing with elemental light.
At the same time, the two children turned pale, gazing in fearful awe at Brian's enormous dragon form.
His dragon wings cast a shadow over them and the Ogre, blocking the sunlight.
Dragon... even six-year-old children had heard that.
On the Noah Continent, adults often told stories of five-colored evil dragons eating people to warn children not to wander outside at night.
Besides the five-colored evil dragons, there were also tales of benevolent dragons traveling amongst humans, leaving behind stories of friendships that people aspired to. Dragons were the most revered and feared creatures among humans on the Noah Continent.
Brian extended his dragon claws, pointing toward the fiery red staff.
Tancred immediately released the two children on the cold snowfield, then raised the flaming staff with both hands, respectfully offering it to Brian.
In the True Dragon's territory, there was no way these young children could escape, so he no longer needed to hold onto them. Brian glanced at the two human children without saying anything.
Immediately, he turned his attention back to the fiery red staff, examining it closely. He then asked Tancred in the Giant Language, "Where did you capture these two humans?"
Tancred promptly recounted the events to Brian.
Finally, he licked his lips, as if remembering something, and said to Brian, "Master, human meat is very delicious, especially young children's. Please eat them quickly before they freeze to death, as they won't taste as good if they're dead."
Brian was speechless.
He asked, "Have you eaten humans before?"
"No, no, I heard it from the old Ogres, but those old Ogres heard it from even older Ogres…"
Tancred shook his head awkwardly. It was rare to see humans in the extreme north ice field—ordinary people could not survive in this barren, frigid land.
Brian turned his head, playing with the fiery red staff in his dragon claws, looking at the two children.
The little girl, with her fair skin and thick golden hair, was biting her lip, not daring to say a word, her head bowed to avoid Brian's gaze, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Meanwhile, the little boy beside her, moved a step forward to shield her when Brian stared at her, raising his head defiantly to meet Brian's gaze.
Brian paused, intrigued, as he looked at the boy.
The platinum dragon's eyes were sharp and dangerous. As he focused his attention on the boy, a faint Dragon's Might naturally emanated from him.
The terrifying sensation of being watched by a top predator pressed down on the boy, turning his face pale and making him sweat cold beads even in the winter, slowly lowering his head under the pressure.
Brian, satisfied, withdrew the trace of Dragon's Might.
He did not like it when creatures he deemed inferior dared to look at him directly.
Courage? The courage of the weak was worthless. If he released his full Dragon's Might, it would shatter their minds. Their courage was insignificant.
"Where are you from, and why are you in the extreme north ice field?" Brian asked, looking down at the two children, speaking in Noah Continent's common language.
Since he had withdrawn the Dragon's Might, the defiant boy held back his fear of the five-colored evil dragon. He looked up at Brian, trembling as he spoke. "Eat me if you must, but spare my sister. She's silly and stupid, she would probably taste bad."
As for the girl, she stood motionless, as if paralyzed with fear, her pupils slightly dilated.
Although she was the boy's older sister, her temperament was far weaker. Or rather, her reaction was more typical of a young human faced with a large dragon.
Brian's voice deepened as he calmly said, "Answer my question."
The penetrating power in the dragon's voice further whitened the pale-faced boy's complexion, making him look like water-soaked paper, ready to tear at the slightest touch.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, the boy clenched his fists, a spark of determination appearing in his eyes. Slowly, he recounted all he knew to Brian.
Listening to the boy's tale, Brian contemplated silently. The southern human nations were at war… it even reached the extreme northern ice field.
"What are your names?" Brian asked.
"My name is Amos Tulip, and this is my sister, Lilith." the boy answered honestly.
Brian didn't speak further, continuing to play with the fiery red staff, contemplating how to deal with the two young humans, who were descendants of a high-ranking mage.
On the other hand, Amos, despite his fear, mustered up the courage to say, "Honorable True Dragon, if you like my grandfather's staff, it is now yours."
Brian's eyes darkened slightly, inclining his head just so. "You seem to misunderstand. It is already mine, as are both of you."
