So I am still a literary youth?

After returning to the ice cave, Baihe reflected for a while.

When he saw Angdalamo appear, Baihe found that he was a little bit stupid.

Being neurotically stupid regardless of the occasion is a typical attribute of literary youth. Baihe thought he was a loser, but he didn't expect that the literary youth disease was just stimulated by loneliness and he couldn't help but emerge.

Wait a minute, where is the conflict between literary youth and loser? As a composite attribute, it overlaps perfectly.

A young beast with no self-protection ability, standing on the top of a high mountain, singing loudly and venting emotions wantonly, what else is this?

If you do this on Earth, at most the neighbors will call the police, but if you do this on the Great Glacier, you are lucky to be able to get away with it.

Be vigilant.

Baihe patted his head. Forced to dispel the chaotic thoughts.

The current question is, can this place, as a sphere of influence for predation, stay for a long time?

Although the mother dragon Angdalamo drove it out of the nest, she did not mean to kill it all. No matter what her intention was, if the mother dragon wanted to make Baihe die, there was still a way.

However, Baihe was more inclined to believe that the mother dragon was too busy raising her children to take care of him. Once this period of time passed, it was really hard to predict what changes would happen.

What made Baihe even more uneasy was the two unknown dragons who were obviously not of the same species as him. Their nests were close at hand, but he didn't know what they would think of him?

The scale of the glacier was incredible. Baihe realized this many times from the tall glaciers hidden in the fog in the distance. The mismatch between dndol's map and this place also made Baihe understand that he did not simply travel to the game world. This glacier was just a drop in the bucket under his feet.

What are the dangers outside? Maybe it's time to leave the mother dragon's territory.

Maybe it will be warmer in the south when the spring comes, but where should I go south?

After a break from the days of sucking blood, Baihe was able to taste fresh meat. The snowworms tasted soft and greasy like cotton, and to be honest, they were not very easy to eat. Here he had to learn from Erha - use the cold breath to freeze the worms into a popsicle, and chew them like a popsicle. The taste seemed to be much better, but the fishy smell was stronger.

If it is not raw meat of sashimi grade, it is better to roast it as much as possible.

We still have to go south, Baihe thought silently.

He filled his stomach lightly, and the stomach's jerky reaction to raw meat reminded him that it seemed to take some time to adapt to this kind of food. It did not rest directly - hibernation in the larval stage means long-term inability to move. Baihe has clearly realized this. He restrained his appetite and carefully controlled the time of hibernation and movement.

In the next few days, he waved his wings and Erha to bypass the mountainous area where the crystal dragons appeared, and circled half a circle along the territory of the mother dragon Angda Lamo, migrating towards a place that he vaguely sensed to be warmer. He thought it was the south, but there was no map to tell him whether it was correct.

Food in warm areas is more abundant, but Baihe is more alert. Not only that, at the border of the mother dragon Angda Lamo's territory, Baihe did not continue to move forward, but carefully built a temporary station under an ice cliff.

Baihe's caution is justified. He has seen the mother dragon hunting, greedy and ferocious, completely in line with the definition in the dndol rule book. Such a greedy and ferocious predator dared not move a step in this direction when hunting. There must be a reason.

Baihe didn't want to go in other directions at all. There were only icebergs in those places.

Bailong wanted cute girls, spring flowers, a fresh world and delicious barbecue, not just icebergs.

His patience and caution allowed him to avoid the great danger that might be caused by recklessness. Less than three days later, he knew what the danger was.

…

A group of tall humanoid creatures walked on the ice. They had faces carved out of rocks, with raised eyebrows and cracked mouths that looked particularly ferocious. The strong muscles under the light gray skin were knotted, showing the explosive power contained in them.

They walked in groups, about seven or eight gathered in a pile, sparsely walking on the ice field. It seemed that they did not need fur coats that did not completely cover their bodies to keep warm in the cold wind, nor did they need tools to walk briskly on the iceberg. The huge long-handled axes and big-headed nail hammers were stained with undried blood. The taller ones wore black animal horn helmets, surrounded by a terrifying light, which made Baihe feel awe-inspiring at a glance.

They were not human.

This was not Baihe who was observing silently and was engaging in racial discrimination, but a very straightforward rational cognition.

Because no human can grow to more than four meters tall, even if there are some typical ones, it is impossible for the entire population to be so tall.

This is a group of frost giants.

Baihe's heart jumped, and he immediately understood why the white dragon did not dare to approach this direction.

The white dragon is the tyrant of the glacier, but the frost giants have no reason to be afraid of the white dragon. As one of the best fighting nations in the Great Glacier, ordinary white dragons are definitely not the opponents of the frost giants. From body shape to number and organization, they are all completely defeated, and their melee and spellcasting abilities may not be better than the opponent.

Counting the number of frost giants under the ice, Baihe decided to be a turtle for a while.

But why did so many frost giants enter the depths of the glacier?

Soon the sound produced by the actions of the frost giants gave Baihe the answer to this question. For a day and a night, Baihe heard the angry dragon roar and the sound of glacier collapse in that direction, and he couldn't help but secretly mourn.

This group of frost giants really came for the white dragon.

Two days later, the hunting team of the frost giants returned from the north. Baihe could easily see the bloody mother dragon being dragged on the ground by the frost giants with iron chains. The sharp and huge iron hooks were deeply embedded in the mother dragon's shoulder blades, and blood kept flowing down.

Several healthy cubs were also tied up with iron chains and locked in cages. They could only cry helplessly, mixed with the screams of their mothers. The scene was surrounded by a miserable atmosphere, which formed a clear contrast with the jubilant frost giant tribe.

An unknown emotion rose quietly in Baihe's heart. When he reacted, Erha had roared several times beside him.

"Don't make noise!"

Baihe hit Erha hard with his claws, and suddenly fell into a high degree of tension. At this time, he suddenly found something strange. At the entrance of this ice cave that seemed to be the most hidden, comfortable and easy to observe in the nearby area, a frost giant cub appeared there at some point and fell into Baihe's sight.