This time, the White Dragon Mother only divided the prey into three portions, giving them to the three little dragons and none to Garon.
The three little dragons were overjoyed and simultaneously looked at Garon triumphantly, as if saying he had fallen out of favor and would go hungry.
Garon paid no attention to the gazes of the three little dragons, but his heart tightened, knowing that the White Dragon Mother was already considering banishing him.
Fortunately, he had prepared in advance. Otherwise, being suddenly banished without any preparation would have led to a very dangerous life of wandering.
Sure enough, three days later, on an ordinary snowy day.
When Garon finished hunting and was returning to the dragon nest, he was blocked by the White Dragon Mother standing at the edge of the dragon nest cave, preventing him from entering.
"Garon, you already have the ability to survive independently. It's time to leave my territory."
The White Dragon Mother coldly watched Garon, speaking in Dragon Language.
So, White Dragon Mother, you can speak... Garon paused slightly, looking at the beautiful yet terrifying and cold giant beast, a rather complex feeling arose in his heart.
The first sentence in Dragon Language he heard from the White Dragon Mother was a cold and merciless word of banishment, devoid of any warmth or emotion.
It seemed that to the White Dragon Mother, he was already an enemy to be wary of.
After all, they had lived together for more than a year. Garon wasn't a truly heartless evil dragon; his emotions weren't that indifferent, and he still had some feelings for the White Dragon Mother. Unfortunately, the White Dragon Mother didn't reciprocate, treating Garon at this moment as a threat to her position.
"Leave my territory. If you ever appear in this territory again, I will consider you my enemy."
Seeing that Garon didn't move, the White Dragon Mother angrily slammed her dragon claw, the immense force shaking the dragon nest floor and causing many cracks.
This was already a threat and a warning.
If Garon still didn't leave, she would take action to drive him away.
Garon sighed, flapped his dragon wings, and his body rose directly, crossing the ice cliff and continuing north, flying swiftly towards the nesting site he had already chosen.
During the flight, Garon's mood was complex, filled with annoyance and disappointment at the White Dragon Mother's ruthless banishment, unease at leaving her protection, but also a faint sense of excitement at surviving on his own.
In such a complex mood, it wasn't long before he left the dragon nest and arrived at the small glacier river under the night sky of the polar night.
Looking down at the winding river water, Garon flew down, startling a group of terror lizards living nearby.
Terror lizards, despite being called lizards, looked very much like crocodiles, and were large crocodiles about four meters long and weighing two tons when fully grown. They were covered in thick scales, had sharp claws and teeth, were quite intelligent, and rather cunning.
There were a total of thirty-three terror lizards in this group.
The largest terror lizard leader was already five meters long, only slightly shorter than Garon in terms of body length.
As soon as it saw Garon, the terror lizard leader led a group of terror lizards to surround Garon, raising their heads high, flicking their long and agile tongues, hissing, and their pupils narrowed into vertical slits.
Garon's gaze was calm, his platinum dragon eyes shining brightly.
His dragon wings suddenly spread out, their eight-meter wingspan obscuring the moonlight, forming a huge shadow on the white ground, completely overwhelming the terror lizards in size.
Whoosh!
Coordinating with the movement, an invisible Dragon Might emanated from Garon, sweeping across the group of terror lizards in an instant.
One terror lizard after another became flustered and agitated. The terror lizard leader barely resisted Garon's Dragon Might, but under Garon's silent and calm gaze, it gradually began to retreat repeatedly.
While retreating, it roared and spat out a ball of bright fire, but it was swept away by Garon's dragon wing, exploding into sparks. Garon's dragon wing didn't have the slightest damage, as if he had swept away not an exploding fireball, but a gentle breeze with ease.
A dragon's magic immunity was quite terrifying.
If it were a pure white dragon, it would have a high degree of immunity to cold damage and be quite afraid of fire damage, not daring to face it head-on. But Garon, as a Variant Time Dragon, had a high magic immunity to almost all elements.
On that fireball, Garon only felt a little warmth.
This attack exhausted the terror lizard leader's last bit of courage. It slowly lay down on the ground, whimpering softly, not daring to look at Garon again.
The other terror lizards had already lain down earlier, some even urinating in fear, either trembling or motionless.
After withdrawing his Dragon Might, Garon beckoned to the terror lizard leader.
The crocodile-like terror lizard leader was stunned for a moment, then with heavy steps, its body like an armored vehicle cautiously approached Garon, lowering its head covered in terrifying horns.
Garon reached out a dragon claw and stroked the terror lizard leader's head as if teasing a pet.
The texture was rough, with a sandpaper-like feel, and it felt surprisingly good when coiled around.
And the terror lizard leader didn't resist at all, happily enjoying Garon's touch.
For a true dragon, subduing familiars was a very simple matter.
Once Dragon Might was unleashed, it could basically make the opponent give up resistance.
Sometimes, even creatures of the same strength level found it difficult to resist Dragon Might. It wasn't just an aura but a supernatural ability.
Some creatures would even actively seek out the traces of true dragons, considering it an honor to become a true dragon's familiar, mainly kobolds, creatures with extremely thin dragon blood in their bodies, a humanoid race with blind worship for true dragons.
After the terror lizard leader submitted, the other terror lizards also stood up one after another, surrounding Garon and hissing with lowered heads, seemingly offering oaths of loyalty to Garon.
This group of terror lizards was already Garon's familiars.
They were lackeys, scouts, and also emergency rations when necessary.
Not long after, Garon followed suit and subdued a group of more than forty white hounds nearby as familiars.
The place where he was located was the middle and upper reaches of the small glacier river. Garon planned to build his nest inside the glacier river, so he didn't plan to let go of any nearby creatures, either killing them or taking them as familiars.
A white dragon with an eight-meter wingspan soared in the sky, moving along the glacier river, its platinum dragon eyes overlooking the white world below.
A few minutes later, Garon's gaze paused, and a look of doubt appeared on his face.
He saw a rather strange tribal gathering of creatures.
After pondering slightly, Garon flapped his dragon wings, his body carrying a gust of wind, and sped towards the place he saw.
Below, creatures with translucent silver-white bodies, as if made of ice crystals, raised their heads, looking at the approaching giant dragon with a hint of fear.
Thump!
Garon landed on the ground, carefully examining this humanoid creature clan living near the small glacier river.
Accurately speaking, it was an elemental life clan.
In front of Garon was an area with about seventy ice houses rising and falling, crudely and simply made, but because of this, they were full of a rugged beauty.
And the residents of these ice houses were humanoid creatures.
They were between one and two meters tall, looking like ice blocks that had come to life. Their facial features – eyes, nose, ears, and mouth – were three-dimensional and distinct, as if carved by someone, yet they could strangely make subtle expressions.
Their appearance was very delicate and beautiful, with an androgynous beauty that was difficult to distinguish between male and female.
"Water elemental life?" Garon pondered.
When he saw these guys, he immediately recognized them as water elemental life, but upon closer inspection, they were completely different.
The bodies of water elemental life were mostly semi-fluid, but these lives were solid ice crystals.
"Probably mutated water elemental life."
Because there was no record of such creatures in the Dragon Inheritance, Garon gave them a name: Arctic Ice Spirits.