The Cloud Mist Spell could create a cloud of mist that confused visual perception and blocked some magical detection abilities. It was a spell-like ability that white dragons could master in their juvenile stage, perfect for concealing their presence and movement. Garon had comprehended it even when he was still a hatchling.
Of course, his current size was in no way inferior to that of a normal juvenile white dragon, and even slightly surpassed it.
Without dispelling the Cloud Mist Spell, Garon circled above the Bonecrusher Tribe for a moment, carefully observing the situation of the tribe.
More than ten minutes later, he nodded almost imperceptibly, confirming that the number of adult ogres here was indeed as Ugga had said, without any exaggeration.
After thinking slightly, Garon turned and left, but he didn't return directly to the Ice River territory. Instead, he used the Bonecrusher Tribe as the center and searched back and forth in the surrounding area within a twenty-mile radius.
He didn't fly fast, his gaze carefully overlooking the ground, scanning the various terrains of the ice field.
Garon was looking for a suitable ambush location.
Although dragons were naturally powerful, they didn't like to expose themselves directly and engage in head-on confrontations. On the contrary, dragons liked sudden attacks, such as descending from the sky or bursting out of the ground.
Despite having scales and wings, many of a dragon's characteristics were more like those of felines than reptiles.
Time passed bit by bit. After about an hour and a half, Garon's body paused, and a look of joy appeared in his eyes. He folded his dragon wings, dispelled the surrounding mist, and swooped down.
Soon, Garon landed on an incredibly smooth ice surface, his neck turning as he looked around.
Under his feet was a frozen lake covered in ice crystals, occupying an area of several miles in circumference.
In the extreme northern ice field, due to the low-temperature environment, still water lakes like the one under his feet easily froze. Only during the brief warmest period of the year would the ice crystals melt, revealing the lake water.
This kind of place was the most suitable ambush location for a white dragon.
Because there hadn't been a blizzard recently, the snow on the ground wasn't thick enough to hide a dragon's body. Ambushing in the water was out of the question since ogres hated water. Attacking from under the ice became the best choice.
After landing on the ice, Garon cautiously moved his body and surprisingly found that the ice surface could support his weight.
Initially, he thought it was because the ice layer was thick enough, but after walking and even running around more nimbly for a while, Garon realized he was wrong.
He could move freely on the ice layer without much impact, mainly relying on his dragon body.
The moment Garon's dragon claws touched the ice surface, a peculiar force was generated to support his body, and the scales and claws increased friction, allowing him to move freely on the smooth ice, even faster than moving on ordinary ground, coming and going like the wind.
Ice Walking... a unique ability belonging to white dragons.
Unique abilities referred to abilities that were completely unaffected by magic and unaffected by anti-magic or no-magic zones. Garon's Ice Walking was mainly due to his unique physical structure, similar to abilities like Super-Distance Vision and Darkvision, rather than magic or supernatural power.
After sliding and playing on the ice for a while, Garon flapped his dragon wings, soared into the sky, and returned to the Ice River territory.
The round trip had taken him several hours in total. If the ogre Ugga Bonecrusher had wanted to take the opportunity to escape, he should have long since left the Ice River territory and disappeared without a trace.
However, when Garon looked down from high in the sky, he still saw the familiar tall and sturdy figure.
Ugga Bonecrusher was sparring with the Arctic Ice Spirit Roy Ice River, roaring loudly and charging towards Roy Ice River like a tank, causing the ground to tremble slightly with his movements, his momentum not weak.
A look of anthropomorphic apprehension appeared on Roy Ice River's ice crystal face.
He stretched out a hand, and the elemental power in the surrounding space instantly fluctuated and gathered. A series of ice cones shot out from his palm like a machine gun, many times stronger than the Cold Dagger he had shown Garon more than two months ago.
Unfortunately, the dense ice cones landed on Ugga Bonecrusher's skin, only causing him to grit his teeth in pain and leaving white marks on his rough dark skin without actually breaking through.
An ogre's skin was very tough, incredibly meaty.
The ice cones shot by Roy Ice River couldn't leave any truly effective wounds.
A few seconds later, Ugga Bonecrusher strode up to the Arctic Ice Spirit, grabbed Roy Ice River with one hand, laughed loudly, and said in Giantish, "Little one, I won! You're far from being able to defeat the future leader of the Bonecrusher Tribe!"
Roy Ice River didn't understand Giantish, but judging from his expression, he roughly guessed the meaning of Ugga Bonecrusher's words.
Although he had lost, he was delighted by his increasingly powerful abilities after becoming a dragonblood creature.
He knew that before this, if he saw an ogre, he would have difficulty even thinking about fighting and could only detour to avoid it, but now he could barely put up a fight.
Not admitting defeat, Roy Ice River, whose entire body was made of ice crystals, only said with distress, "Put me down, I surrender."
The ogre's strength was great, carrying things weighing several tons was like playing. Held in its hand, Roy Ice River felt like he could be crushed into ice shards at any moment. Although Arctic Ice Spirits wouldn't die if shattered before their magic power was exhausted, it was still not a good experience.
Ugga Bonecrusher proudly raised his head, not understanding Common and not knowing what Roy Ice River was saying, only continuing to laugh loudly.
Roy Ice River was about to make some gestures to make the ogre understand when suddenly his face lit up with joy, and he looked behind Ugga Bonecrusher with a face full of reverence.
Ugga Bonecrusher's face stiffened as he saw the shadow extending from behind and covering his own shadow. He slowly released Roy Ice River, then mechanically turned his neck and slowly looked back.
"Great True Dragon, you're back."
A smile squeezed out on Ugga Bonecrusher's ugly face.
He was shocked internally, finding that although the true dragon's body was huge, it could descend without making a sound.
Garon's face showed no expression at all. "You seem to be getting along well with my familiar."
Ugga Bonecrusher scratched his head, embarrassed, "The other ogres in the tribe are too stupid. Your familiars are as smart as Ugga. I like communicating with them."
Although they didn't share a language, even just communicating with gestures made Ugga Bonecrusher feel that the Arctic Ice Spirits were easier to communicate with than the ogres in the tribe.
He even had the idea of learning Common, strongly wanting to communicate with other intelligent creatures.
Garon ignored the ogre and looked at Roy Ice River, encouraging him, "Although you are not yet the ogre's opponent, you still have a lot of room for improvement. You won't be weaker than it in the future, keep up the good work."
A simple word of encouragement made a strong look of gratitude appear on Roy Ice River's face.
Encouragement from a true dragon was not a common occurrence.
Immediately, Garon's claw clamped onto Ugga Bonecrusher's shoulder. Under its puzzled gaze, Garon flapped his dragon wings and took off, carrying the ogre's several-ton weight like a toy, quickly taking it to the high sky while it trembled.