Looking around and seeing no other creatures nearby, Garon turned his body, his noble dragon rear facing the freshly dug pit.
Next, he rested his thorned chin on a dragon claw, his gaze deep as he looked towards the flawless night sky in the distance, exerting a slight force while contemplating the dragon life.
Poo!
Dragon excretion was like an arrow shot from a drawn bow, powerful and forceful.
After a thunderous sound, a comfortable expression appeared on Garon's dragon face. He ate a lot, and after absorbing the essence and nutrients, there was also a lot of waste accumulated in his body.
A few minutes later, Garon left behind precious dragon dung that would make white hounds ecstatic.
He coughed lightly, didn't turn his head, and with a sweep of his dragon tail, covered the precious dragon dung with a large amount of snow.
"Sigh, there's no toilet in the wilderness. I'll just have to make do."
Proper evil dragons would occasionally "high-altitude excrete" during flight, sometimes even hitting a lucky few, giving them the chance to get close to the aura of a true dragon.
However, although Garon had become a dragon, he still had a tiny bit of shame in his heart.
He felt it was somewhat inappropriate to solve his physiological problems in the wild, and high-altitude dropping was something he couldn't bring himself to do, but he didn't have a better way now, unless one day he could survive without eating blood food, relying only on devouring time essence or elemental energy.
Solving it in the glacier river was the least conspicuous and safest, but Garon didn't want to find them in his own lair one day.
Having relieved his bodily burden and feeling refreshed, Garon prepared to leave here and return to the location of his glacier river territory.
Before leaving, he suddenly felt an aura approaching from behind. His gaze immediately sharpened, and he turned his head to look.
A nine-foot, roughly three-meter-tall, sturdy humanoid creature was stealthily approaching him. After being discovered by Garon, their eyes met. It still maintained its striding approach, and the atmosphere froze for a moment.
.....
Ugga Bonecrusher was an ogre from a small ogre settlement of about forty individuals, the Bonecrusher Tribe.
He had just come of age and needed a powerful prey to prove his courage and strength, to show off his muscles to other ogres, to gain a higher status in the Bonecrusher Tribe, and the right to choose a mate.
Ugga Bonecrusher had always thought he was smart.
Except for the Bonecrusher Tribe's leader, the two-headed ogre who could use magic, no other ogre was smarter than him.
Among a group of not-so-bright ogres, Ugga Bonecrusher always felt out of place.
As for the smarter leader, Ugga Bonecrusher thought it was because it had two heads, while he only had one, so it was acceptable that he couldn't compare.
One day, watching the two-headed ogre leader, who could freely connect with female ogres and boss around other ogres, a bold idea arose in Ugga Bonecrusher's heart.
If Garon knew his thoughts, he would describe them with a suitable phrase.
"A true man should take his place."
After this idea appeared, it grew like wildfire in Ugga Bonecrusher's heart.
According to the Bonecrusher Tribe's tradition, adult ogres had the opportunity to challenge the leader. After defeating the leader, they could take his place and become the new leader.
However, the two-headed ogre leader was the most powerful leader in the Bonecrusher Tribe's history. It even had a throne made of the skulls of challengers.
Ugga Bonecrusher wouldn't be as reckless as other challengers. He planned to wait until the leader grew old and weak before issuing a challenge.
But before that, Ugga Bonecrusher needed to prove that he was a true adult ogre and complete his coming-of-age ceremony.
"Humph, strong Ugga can even hunt dragons."
Ugga Bonecrusher boasted to his tribe members, and then, under the worshipful gazes of other ogres, he strode away and stepped onto the ice field outside the tribe.
Along the way, Ugga Bonecrusher relied on his ogre's strong body and a mind much smarter than that of ordinary ogres, either setting traps or ambushing, killing many hunters on the ice field.
But he wasn't very satisfied.
Because the two-headed ogre leader had killed an ice storm serpent nearly ten meters long and as thick as a bucket, more powerful than all his prey.
Until just now, after leaving the Bonecrusher Tribe for a hundred miles, he actually saw a little white dragon defecating!
Ugga Bonecrusher deeply knew the power of true dragons, even if the other party was the weakest of them, a white dragon.
Turning around and leaving, pretending he hadn't seen anything, was the best choice.
But thinking of his bold words having a real chance of success, imagining the scene of ogres crowding around him, thinking of the favor of fat and bloated ogre beauties.
He decided to use the thick wooden spiked club he carried to sneak attack the little white dragon in front of him.
As long as the sneak attack succeeded, he would have a chance to realize his dream!
"The history of the Bonecrusher Tribe will record my name, Ugga Bonecrusher, because I hunted a true dragon in my adulthood!"
Ugga Bonecrusher fantasized in his mind while stealthily stepping forward, cautiously approaching the little white dragon.
But he had just had this thought, and before he could take a step, he saw the little white dragon suddenly turn its head, its eyes full of piercing killing intent.
Ugga Bonecrusher froze, and then his mind was filled with various records about evil dragons, and he became terrified.
He squeezed out a forced smile on his face and said awkwardly to Garon, "Honorable True Dragon, Ugga Bonecrusher was just passing by here and had no malicious intent."
While saying this, he secretly hid the wooden spiked club behind his back, but it all had a rather obvious air of trying to cover up something.
.....
Garon turned his head, his dragon body also turning, facing the creature in front of him.
Nine feet, nearly three meters tall, humanoid, dark and rough skin, a sturdy and powerful body covered in muscles, black pupils and black sclera, a stench of fish, a mouth full of fangs, wearing simple, roughly tanned animal hides, and holding a large black wooden spiked club still stained with dried blood.
After seeing that he had been discovered, the ogre mumbled something in a language Garon didn't understand.
The Dragon Inheritance only contained Dragon Language and Common. This large humanoid creature, an ogre, spoke Giantish. Garon didn't know Giantish, so he didn't understand.
After speaking, the ogre even squeezed out an extremely ugly smile on its face.
"Smile, smile your mother!"
The last time Garon was this angry was the last time.
His face showed no kindness. In an instant, he flapped his wings and approached menacingly, opening his mouth and unleashing a head-on blast of frosty breath.
Many people believed that dragon breath was a common ability of dragons, a means of consumption, similar to a sweeping tail, flapping wings, and some true dragon spells.
But this was a misunderstanding.
A dragon's breath was not an ordinary skill but a very powerful and difficult-to-resist attack, something that any creature had to take seriously, equivalent to a major move.
Even adult dragons couldn't continuously spew dragon breath for very long.
Garon started with his trump card.
In the other party's horrified gaze, the cone-shaped frosty breath instantly covered the ogre's body, freezing it in thick ice crystals.