Crossing the true dragon realm, and you call me Little Locke?

The sky is like a vast dome, covering the boundless plains. Vast and boundless, dotted with cattle and sheep.

Compared to the Taqi Grassland in the Far East, the Yunshang Grassland, located directly north of the Muyun Mountains, is not very large.

To its south lies the Muyun Mountains, which protect the Faroese Plain, while to its west, the desert hills and forests block the vast sea of ​​sand.

To the east are cloud-covered plateaus and gray mountains, and to the north are frost-covered hills and large glaciers.

It is surrounded by mountains and nourished by snowmelt from the high mountains.

So although this place is dry, cold and desolate, the pasture is extremely lush, allowing large numbers of livestock to graze.

Humans and elven barbarians, orcs, and centaurs have occupied the southern grasslands of the Muyun Mountains.

The conflict over water and pasture continues unabated.

The relatively desolate northern grasslands of the Frosthills are the domain of the Frost Giants.

These are huge blue figures, nearly ten meters tall.

Although they were all losers driven out of the Frosthills and Great Glaciers, that did not stop them from crushing the smaller races of other races.

Even though it was a giant dragon, it was only the smallest and most disgraceful juvenile white dragon.

They would also be hunted and domesticated like livestock.

So Shuoyang, who had trained DouDou for more than a month in the southern grasslands, had evolved DouDou into a balloon cat.

The final training objective was set on these frost giants.

He soared through the clouds, the little balloon cat hidden in his mane, its chubby little paws gripping his colorful mane tightly.

To prevent it from being blown away by strong winds and turning into a real balloon.

With the dragon's far-reaching vision, far surpassing that of an eagle.

Shuoyang hadn't flown far when he found a tribe of frost giants stationed by a lake.

This tribe was neither too big nor too small, consisting of more than twenty frost giants, dozens of mammoths, and hundreds of moose.

Shuoyang observed the situation with his eyesight and discovered that it was quite a coincidence.

In this tribe, there is also a captured young white dragon and five or six domesticated winter wolves.

A wicked smile crept across his lips.

So he stopped, pulled the balloon cat out of its colorful mane, and smiled at it, saying, "Your task this time is very simple."

He pointed to the frost giant tribe, "If you can make all the big guys, including that white dragon, cute, you can last half an hour against them."

"Our training is now complete, and we can go back."

"San San~?"

Upon hearing this, the Balloon Cat glanced at the Frost Giant tribe.

Because it didn't have Shuoyang's extraordinary eyesight, it could only make out a rough outline and thought it was the orc tribe it had previously dealt with and toyed with.

So when it heard that it could go back after finishing this job, eat well, sleep well, and have fun, it no longer had to worry about being suddenly thrown into a monster horde by Shuoyang.

Its round eyes lit up immediately, and it exclaimed joyfully, "Three! Three!"

Seeing that it had taken the bait, Shuoyang's smile deepened.

So he took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

In an instant, the wind rose and the clouds surged, the sky and earth changed color, and a raging storm swept across the entire grassland.

This is Shuoyang's magical ability as a Heavenly Dragon: controlling the weather.

As a hybrid of a Celestial Dragon and a Bronze Dragon, his weather control is stronger than that of other Celestial Dragons, and his weather control range is wider and more frequent than that of other Bronze Dragons.

He can now use this type of spell twelve times a day, and each time it lasts for two hours.

In other words, he could control the weather in an area permanently if he wanted to.

The main reason he used this ability was to protect Balloon Cat and ensure its safety.

After all, an entire Frost Giant tribe is still quite dangerous for Balloon Cat.

Furthermore, to save resources, Shuoyang has not yet subdued it.

Therefore, when it is dying, it cannot teleport back to the Poké Ball and enjoy the dying protection provided by the Poké Ball.

That's why Shuoyang used this kind of magic.

He manipulated the winds to send the balloon cat into the Frost Giant tribe.

Under the cover of howling winds and deafening thunder, the winter wolves patrolling the camp did not spot the balloon cat.

Logically speaking, at this point, Balloon Cat should be the safest option.

Be careful to ambush any lone frost giants; this task will be completed soon.

Because of the strong winds and lightning generated in Shuoyang.

Fearing that the heavy rain would scatter the livestock, the Frost Giants drove the mammoths and moose into their enclosures before returning to their tents to take shelter from the rain.

Unfortunately, this balloon cat is not a well-behaved elf.

As Shuoyang had expected, it braved the headwind, evaded the winter wolf's sight, and headed straight for the animal pen.

This is its usual tactic.

Previously, when invading those orc tribes, this balloon cat liked to release all of their cattle and sheep first.

Then, taking advantage of their small size and speed, they caused a great disturbance and toyed with the orcs.

So this time, it still headed straight for the animal enclosure.

As a result, Balloon Cat sneaked into the enclosure and saw mammoths and moose that were several times larger than cows and sheep.

It was dumbfounded, "Three!?"

Looking at these fluffy big guys, Balloon Cat rubbed the pink paw pads on its cheeks.

It fell into deep thought, wondering why this was different from before.

But when the time came, it made a snap decision: forget it, I don't care anymore.

It rose with the wind, flew to the back of the tallest mammoth, and then used its skill—Super Candy.

It flung out a pink, candy-shaped energy ball.

The energy, carrying a sweet fragrance, crashed into the herd of beasts, causing them to bounce and leap.

Each collision triggers a small explosion.

The mammoths and moose were fried until their skins were torn and their flesh was ripped open.

The mammoths panicked, and the moose scattered and ran away, colliding and trampling each other.

The candy ended up at the animal pen fence.

With a "bang," a small pink mushroom cloud rose up.

The fence was breached, and the herd of animals charged into the camp like madmen, rampaging wildly.

"What's going on?"

Upon hearing the sound, the Winter Wolf leader immediately stood up.

These pure white magical predators are the size of adult horses.

They are fluent in Common and Giants' Language, and most are even more intelligent than the young white dragons.

So when the leader asked the question, the Winter Wolf's second-in-command, who was gnawing on a mammoth's leg, responded.

He immediately looked up and replied in Giant's tongue, "I don't know."

Then it lowered its head and continued to ponder how to gnaw on it.

How can you eat the marrow inside this big bone without damaging your teeth?

Upon seeing this, the Winter Wolf leader felt utterly exhausted.

It glanced at the young white dragon, who was fast asleep not far away and chained up.

The Winter Wolf leader had a strong suspicion that they might have gotten too close to the white dragon, causing its minions to be infected by it.

They are the most fearsome beasts in the North.

It is a creature incorporated into horror stories, capable of frightening even two-legged cubs.

How come you can't even handle a bone now?

The winter wolf leader couldn't bear to watch its lieutenant struggle to gnaw on the food.

So they began to impart their experience, asking, "Is that white dragon inside your head?"

"You need to freeze this bone with your breath."

"Wouldn't it be easier to chew if it became crispy? What a waste of your good teeth."

Upon hearing this, Winter Wolf's second-in-command suddenly understood, "That's right!"

While flattering him, it said, "He truly lives up to his reputation as the leader; he's far superior to those big blue idiots."

It exhaled freezing air that shimmered with a deadly blue light, freezing the mammoth's leg solid.

Then, taking a bite, "crunch!"

Its teeth slipped, and the frozen mammoth leg bone, slippery and hard, became even harder to gnaw on.

The Winter Wolf's second-in-command, whose tooth had been broken, raised his head and looked at the Winter Wolf leader with resentment.

Seeing this, the Winter Wolf leader turned his head away somewhat guiltily.

Despite being in the wrong, he arrogantly ordered, "Stop eating, go and see what's going on."

Upon hearing this, Winter Wolf's second-in-command suppressed his grievances and left the wolf den.

The winter wolf leader waited until it had gone a little further away, then immediately approached the mammoth leg bone and tentatively took a bite, only to find that it was indeed impossible to chew.

Then, looking puzzled, it fell into deep thought. "That shouldn't be the case?"

"I ate the venison leg the same way last time, and it fell apart in one bite. What went wrong?"