In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.
On a sunny day, garen had just eaten a barbecued ice blade Wolf, a strength mammoth frozen in ice crystals, and a fifteen-meter-long Icefall snake that was full of energy and magic.
During this period of time, he had been focused on studying spells and had not gone out to hunt.
All the food was contributed by the Arctic ice spirits and ogres, which saved garen a lot of energy. In his opinion, this was the biggest benefit of having followers.
As for the battle power and growth rate of these followers, they were negligible to him.
After eating and drinking to his heart's content, garen came to an ice field with a radius of a few hundred meters.
There wasn't a trace of snow here, and the dark brown, hard frozen earth was covered with traces of various spells.
Black from the burning, white from the freezing, cut marks ...
