Now, with the Wolfheart Clan and their massive pack of wolves still unable to resolve the situation, Garon was curious to know when such a formidable force had emerged on the northern ice fields.
With the situation in the prime material world being unstable, he could not proceed to the Lava Demiplane with peace of mind.
After receiving Garon's response, the Winter Wolf curled its lips into a somewhat ferocious smile.
It bowed its head, low and quick to reply, "Master, after integrating more than twenty tribes of winter wolves, the Wolfheart Clan has become unprecedentedly powerful. Therefore, the chief of the Wolf Evil decided to venture deeper into the northern ice plains in the opposite direction, while also expanding territory in all directions."
"But after venturing more than five hundred kilometers north, something unexpected happened."
Venturing five hundred kilometers further into the north means encountering even harsher climates, with temperatures dropping to extreme lows and fewer living creatures. However, undoubtedly, those who can survive in such places would be formidable.
Garon remained silent, waiting for what came next.
Without pause, the Winter Wolf continued, "There, the winter wolves of the Wolfheart Clan encountered a tribe of frost giants again."
"Their numbers were fewer than the tribe you destroyed, totaling just over twenty, with only half being adult frost giants, and they had some ogres and trolls as slaves."
"Such a force was not a match for the now-strengthened Wolfheart Clan. Knowing your disdain for giants, the pack devoured this smaller tribe and then continued deeper into the north."
"What we did not anticipate next was that there were not just one, but sixteen frost giant tribes in that area, spaced not far from each other, watching and supporting one another."
"The Wolfheart Clan is your claw, meant to clear enemies for you."
"So, the chief of the Wolf Evil mobilized a large portion of the clan's strength, wanting to deal with them."
"You had just returned to the northern ice fields, and the chief of the Wolf Evil did not wish to trouble you to act personally."
"But the combined strength of those frost giants was too formidable, and with many tribes united, I fear the Wolfheart Clan might suffer heavy losses, even being pursued here, posing a threat to you."
The Winter Wolf is a highly intelligent magical creature, each capable of independent thought.
The leader controls the clan, but cannot control their independent thinking.
Feeling that the leader's actions might lead to serious problems for the Wolfheart Clan, this Winter Wolf pondered deeply for a long time before deciding to seek help from the great Eternal Dragon.
After hearing the events, Garon did not speak, his face showing contemplation.
Deep in the north, there were so many frost giants. Dragons and giants are natural sworn enemies. Since his birth, Garon's most ruthless command was to kill every frost giant in a tribe, from the youngest to the oldest, without exception.
Given the choice again, he would do the same.
What surprised him was the alliance formed among those frost giant tribes.
This situation likely arose because a powerful individual emerged among the frost giants, commanding enough respect to unite the tribes.
Given the nature of frost giants, such natural alliances are rare.
"By the way, we discovered two young white dragons among those frost giant tribes, acting as scouts for the giants in the sky."
The Winter Wolf added cautiously, watching Garon's reaction.
Garon was slightly taken aback.
Then, his gaze suddenly darkened.
Living among frost giant tribes, there's only one possibility for true dragons.
They were domesticated, enslaved.
No true dragon would accept enslavement.
Garon's dragon nest guards, strictly speaking, have a subordinate relationship with him, but it's a limited-time subordination, not slavery, and their status is much higher than ordinary dependents.
Slavery, even in death, proud true dragons would not agree to.
Even just-born dragonlings!
True dragons never serve as slaves!
The white dragons enslaved by the frost giants must have lost their minds, turned into beast-like creatures by the giants.
One side is kin, the other, a sworn enemy. Garon's eyes slowly filled with a dangerous light.
"You, go to the ice cliff, notify the Red Dragon Roel, the Red Dragon Gresha, and two human spellcasters, let them come here together."
Garon's voice was calm, word by word.
The northern ice fields were seen by Garon as his own white garden. Although vast, it should not accommodate even an inch of giant territory.
Their very existence was a threat to him.
Frost Giant Alliance? Since they've united, then all at once, they shall be eradicated.
Hearing the decisiveness in Garon's words, the Winter Wolf nodded, "Understood!"
After speaking, the Winter Wolf swiftly turned around, its agile body racing through the snow.
Garon retracted his gaze, looking around the mine.
There were very few Winter Wolf overseers here, including the one that had just left, totaling only five, three of which were still not mature. The wolf pack that used to surround the area was also much smaller now.
The Wolf Evil took away ninety-nine percent of the Wolfheart Clan's combat power, intending to try to resolve the frost giants with the clan's strength, planning to seek Garon's help only if absolutely necessary.
Thunderous tremors. The ground shook continuously, with large web-like cracks spreading, as if a behemoth was rolling and surging beneath the earth.
Garon looked towards the source of the commotion.
At the most violently shaking place was the nest of the Cold Forest Serpent Dragon, which preferred to build its nest underground.
Besides the Cold Forest Serpent Dragon, there was now also a Stone Tomb Serpent Dragon.
The current commotion was caused by their activities.
"Are they fighting or mating?"
Garon shook his head lightly.
He had thought of calling the serpent dragons, but seeing them now fully engaged in the instinct of propagating their next generation, he dismissed the idea.
Whether the serpent dragons participated in the battle or not didn't matter much.
With him, now fully stepped into legend, sitting in, the frost giants couldn't stir a single wave.
After understanding the power and abilities brought by this growth, Garon had enough confidence to surpass the vast majority of legendary creatures.
Then, Garon flapped his wings, his body rose and turned back, finally landing on the peak of a snowy mountain. His sharp and powerful dragon claws clutched the rugged steep rocks, the silver dragon bathed in wind and snow, with his platinum dragon eyes clearly reflecting the affairs within and outside his territory.
After a while, two figures, as if aflame, appeared in Garon's vision.
It was Roel and Gresha.
Following the two imposing red dragons, Fred and Krichens, wrapped in elemental aura, also arrived closely behind.
Soon, the red dragons and the high-ranking spellcasters flew to a place not far from Garon.
"Those damned giants, daring to provoke our noble true dragons, ignorant of death!" Gresha huffed heavily, nostrils exhaling bunches of flames.
"Before going to the Lava Demiplane, just right to warm up with these giants."
"Lord, when do we depart? I can hardly wait to turn those giants into ashes!"
Roel, with a cruel look in his eyes and an excited expression on his face, said to Garon.
As for the two human spellcasters, they didn't say much, just silently standing by, listening to the conversation between dragons, waiting for Garon's response.
The red dragons spoke in Dragonic, but as high-ranking mages, they had a bit of understanding of Dragonic and could roughly understand the red dragons' words.
Krichens could even speak very pure Dragonic, communicating with true dragons without barriers.
On the other side, Garon's gaze was deep, looking towards the cold northern sky.
"Now."
As his voice fell, a gust of wind rose from beside the dragon wings.
Whoosh, the silver dragon left the snow peak, his body quickly rising, flying into the thousands of meters high sky. The two red dragons exchanged a glance, their wings fanning flames, eagerly following, with the human mages flying up as well.
Due to the same-origin aura on them, Garon could roughly sense the location of his dependents.
The Winter Wolves, being stronger and carrying a richer true dragon aura after their draconic transformation, allowed Garon to determine their position.
High in the sky, the dragons soared swiftly, leaving trails in the clouds that lingered for a long time.
Deep in the northern ice fields.
Waco Canyon.
Rows of ice and snow mountains stood tall on both sides, undulating, covered with thick perennial snow, like silent white giants sitting on the earth, leaving only a treacherous passage in the middle.
The cold wind passing through the canyon, infused into the special terrain, created a howling sound echoing between heaven and earth, like ghosts wailing and wolves howling.
For terrestrial creatures, this is a natural dangerous path, very dangerous, just the middle's knife-like harsh cold wind makes many creatures unbearable, it also serves as a barrier from heaven, as if a giant axe from the sky split the northern ice fields in half.
On one side of the canyon, at the waist of a large snow mountain.
Several snow-white wolves lay low, closely hugging the ground, their backs already covered with a layer of snow, blending with the snow mountain as if one, their position very concealed, at first glance, it's hard to detect a pack of wolves lying in ambush here.
These white wolves, only slightly larger than ordinary wolves, do not stand out in appearance or size compared to the many predators of the northern ice fields.
But in their eyes lies wisdom, and magic resides within their bodies.
If they hadn't restrained their power, stopped the operation of magic, and hidden themselves, elemental auras representing magical creatures would also envelop their surroundings.
These are the winter wolves of the Wolfheart Clan.
In some hidden pits, besides the winter wolves, there are also many other wolves, both magical wolves and ferocious wolves in significant numbers, currently under the command of the winter wolves, maintaining silence, lurking in wait.
Time silently passed, the snow falling heavier, the wind howling more mournfully, while the winter wolves, like the calmest hunters, patiently waited for the prey to enter the trap.
Not too long after, just a few minutes later.
Rumbling footsteps came from outside the canyon.
A group of twelve winter wolves, leading a total of more than six hundred differently shaped and colored wolves, ran at their fastest speed, their fur tightly pressed against their bodies due to the strong winds caused by rapid running.
Elements condensed into ice beneath the winter wolves' feet, significantly increasing their running speed.
However, these winter wolves were in a rather embarrassing situation.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Huge blocks of ice were thrown into the sky from behind, tracing dangerous arcs, falling towards the winter wolves running at full speed under the force of gravity.
The winter wolves, not large in size and quick in movement, agilely maneuvered between the falling boulders, yet to be hit.
However, not all wolves led by them were as strong as the winter wolves.
Some wolves failed to dodge in time, hit by the falling boulders, instantly suffering severe injuries, broken bones, and limbs, dying in painful howls.
The boulders hit the ground, splattering blood.
Behind, several tall figures, at least five meters tall, ran with large strides, the ice blocks and boulders thrown by them.
Pale blue rough skin, rugged and ferocious appearance, strong limbs like tree trunks, frost giants running, their speed not slower than the winter wolves.
Beside the frost giants, there were some ogres and trolls, generally less than three meters tall, wearing simple leather armor, wielding weapons.
This group of frost giants was not large, only about a dozen.
"Little wolf cubs, where can you run to!"
A nearly seven-meter-tall adult frost giant laughed viciously, his right hand glowing with icy blue light, condensing into a thick and sharp giant spear.
Running, the adult frost giant leaned back, his arm raised high, aiming at a winter wolf.
Next second, his arm muscles bulged, like wrapped roots.
Swoosh! The ice spear instantly left his hand, with a piercing sound, shooting straight at the winter wolf.
The targeted winter wolf's heart tightened, the feeling of death looming, its back aching.
The ice spear arrived in an instant, the sharp and large spearhead approaching the winter wolf, at this distance, at this speed, the winter wolf had no time to dodge.
Just then, whoosh, a black ferocious wolf, about six meters long, leaped up, knocking the winter wolf aside, its own body pierced by the giant spear.
The tumbling winter wolf steadied itself, glanced at the dying ferocious wolf, and let out a low growl.
Without pausing, it continued towards the canyon amidst the falling boulders and giant spears.
On one side of the canyon's snow mountain.
The lurking winter wolves' eyes sharpened, ears twitching, listening to the approaching sounds of the winter wolves running and the frost giants chasing.
The winter wolves' hearing is exceptionally sharp, the howling sounds of dying wolf pack members entering the ears of the Wolf Evil, its eyes cold, silent, continuing to wait.
The united frost giants, numerous in number, but not as mobile as the winter wolves.
Under the command of the Wolf Evil, a large part of the Wolfheart Clan ambushed, while a smaller part acted as bait, harassing the frost giants with guerrilla tactics, drawing out one of their hunting teams.
The Wolf Evil's plan was to rely on the agility of the winter wolves and the strong encircling ability of the wolf pack to weaken the frost giants' combat power gradually, like boiling frogs in warm water.
Facing them head-on, the wolf pack was no match for those frost giants.
Such a small hunting team, they could completely devour.
And these winter wolves used as bait to lure the frost giants, one had already died.
Quickly, the winter wolves slowed down slightly, letting the frost giants think they could catch up, then led the remaining wolves into the canyon.
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