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Chapter 301: Chapter 300: Pulling the Firewood from under the Cauldron Chapter 301: Chapter 300: Pulling the Firewood from under the Cauldron “Gah!”

A milky roar announced the arrival of Little Dream Dragon.

Russell didn’t hurriedly mount the dragon but instead scrutinized Little Dream Dragon carefully. Despite not having eaten an Ice Soul Pearl during this period, with the nightly hunts of Snow Ghosts, it had still made considerable growth and progress.

The antler-like horns on its head still maintained three forks.

Its overall shape was still such that its head and body were about the same size. Little Dream Dragon, in its Primordial Spirit form, was destined not to grow into the likeness of a Great Dragon.

Thorns still twined around its horns, and little white flowers blooming on them hosted Flat Louses, while Sword Butterflies danced atop its head.

“Ice Cream, how much longer do you need to grow before you can erupt like a volcano?” Russell asked.

“Gah?” Little Dream Dragon tilted its head, confused, and it was not clear whether it didn’t understand or was pretending not to.

“Forget it, let’s not ask.”

“Gah!” Little Dream Dragon extended its tiny forelimb claws, pointing into the distance, its intent clear without words — it was ready for a big meal.

“Alright, let’s call Polly and set off!” Russell leaped nimbly and mounted Little Dream Dragon.

In an instant, the magic light of the Four Seasons Flower Sea Cold Spring Spot began to bloom.

The knights’ Battle Qi, Fantasy Beasts’ primordial powers, magic-powered lamps, magic tobacco, and the dim outlines of Goose-like Dragons in the flower beds all flickered with light.

Nowadays, Gloomy Dreamland had reached a radius of three hundred and twenty-five meters, nearly covering five hundred acres. Once unfolded, it completely enshrouded the entire Four Seasons Flower Sea Cold Spring Spot, even wrapping around the exterior of the courtyard.

“Gah!” Little Dream Dragon called out to the magic outline of Unicorn Polly.

The next moment, Polly entered Gloomy Dreamland in her pink pony Primordial Spirit form and greeted Little Dream Dragon, “Rush.”

Little Dream Dragon ignored her; such was the arrogance of this Great Dragon.

“Polly, let’s go,” Russell beckoned, defusing the awkwardness of Polly being ignored by Little Dream Dragon, “Tonight we hunt for Snow Demons again!”

Speeding along, Little Dream Dragon’s velocity had improved to fifty-five kilometers per hour, matching most small electric scooters. Unfortunately, the number of Snow Ghosts they found along the way was few, and they were scattered.

This was because Baron Roman had previously led the Knight Regiment in sweeping the snowfields several times.

“Gah!” Little Dream Dragon puffed with annoyance.

“There, there, no rush, it’s just a few Snow Ghosts,” Russell soothed, “Now Snow Giant Da has gone into hiding, taking the Snow Demons with him, but eventually, they will come back, and we’ll have a feast then!”

“Gah!”

“That’s the spirit! Now don’t sulk, give us a smile!” Russell had recently embarked on educating Little Dream Dragon.

Whenever Little Dream Dragon threw a tantrum, he would simply dismount and step aside.

Without riding Little Dream Dragon, neither he nor the dragon could see the Magic Light, let alone hunt Snow Ghosts.

So, after a few such instances, Little Dream Dragon became well-behaved and dared not throw tantrums anymore.

Russell also had more or less figured out his relationship with Little Dream Dragon. Although he did not know where Little Dream Dragon had come from, it was undoubtedly profoundly connected to his own transmigration. They had long since become of one mind—united for mutual benefit, divided for mutual harm.

Having understood each other’s relationship and through deliberate guidance, taming and growing Little Dream Dragon wasn’t difficult at all.

“Gah.” Little Dream Dragon bared its teeth and squeezed out an ugly smile.

“Alright, see you,” Russell waved his hand and leaped to the ground, then watched as Little Dream Dragon plunged into the darkness.

His consciousness, too, fell into chaos.

By the time consciousness reconnected, it was already the morning of the next day, and the merchant caravan was bustling with breakfast preparations, while he brushed his teeth and washed his face. Seeing that it would take a while for Katie to finish cooking breakfast, he went to the flower garden to admire the blooming tulips.

Pseudo-quail dragons were moving in and out of the flower garden, even boldly and curiously sizing up Russell.

Because Fluorescent Castle had issued a ban, everyone was forbidden from trampling the flower gardens and killing pseudo-quail dragons, so these pseudo-dragon offspring were not afraid of people.

Passing caravans also didn’t dare hunt them, for the pseudo-dragon heirs were closely related to the temperature of Cold Spring Point, making people believe they were extensions of the Shadowflame Dragon, and whoever dared to capture them would be punished by the Shadowflame Dragon.

“Pseudo-quail dragons, goose-like dragons, owl-dragon simulants…” Russell marveled at the wonders of creation.

But soon his thoughts drifted away, thinking about how all these days, they hadn’t been able to find a single Snow Demon in the snowfields.

“May’s analytical report from the Grand Scholar Roundtable suggested that it might have something to do with Snow Giant Da hiding the Snow Demons… after all, it was when Grand Duke Kunstan was ambushed by the horseback blue-skinned attackers,” Russell thought.

In the first Falling Battle years ago, Snow Giant Da personally took part in the ambush; now, in the second Falling Battle, it had learned to bury Snow Demons under the ice and conduct sneak attacks. It had even learned to retract the Snow Demons to prevent human hunting.

“This Da, with a severed arm, is growing up fast!”

Human knowledge of Snow Giants stretched back five thousand years, beginning with Abotts the Flame King, a Dragon Knight, and the struggle against the Snow Giants never ceased. They had hunted Snow Giants as well as been killed by them.

In general belief, Snow Giants were the kings among Snow Demons, capable of ordering around Snow Demons and Snow Ghosts, the source of the Snow Demons’ power, and the masterminds behind the frozen lands.

But while Snow Giants were incredibly brutal, they seemed to have low intelligence. Many of their behaviors appeared instinctual, such as ambushes, fleeing, or summoning underlings. If brute force worked, they used it; if not, they resorted to ambushes, and if even ambushes failed, they fled.

Of course.

It might be that reaching the power level of a Snow Giant no longer required the use of strategies, similar to the Shadowflame Dragon’s combat, which was also a raw head-on confrontation.

Even if it bled for a thousand miles, it disdained calling for friends to join in a mob attack.

“The battle between Snow Giants and Great Dragons resembles a clash of two powers… But this time, Snow Giant Da suffered and lost an arm, yet it has learned to cut the ground from under one’s feet… hiding the Snow Demons directly, preventing the Shadowflame Dragon from recovering.”

Russell was quite clear on the use of Ice Soul Pearls.

The Little Dream Dragon could devour Ice Soul Pearls to grow, and naturally, the Shadowflame Dragon could also consume Ice Soul Pearls to heal its wounds.

Red Castle treated Ice Soul Pearls as a measure of battle merit, surely under the directive of the Shadowflame Dragon.

And Ice Pellet Pearls could replace Gold Coins in transactions, obviously also a result of Red Castle’s continual collection, as a snack for the Shadowflame Dragon.

“Tough situation, with Snow Giant Da playing this hand, I’m in a bind along with the ice cream,” Russell had a headache; without the Ice Soul Pearls, when would the Little Dream Dragon erupt in a volcanic surge and when would he be able to ascend to a Dragon Knight.

“Sir, breakfast is ready,” Katie’s voice brought Russell’s thoughts back to reality.

“Good.”

Breakfast was not sumptuous, after all, they were en route, and everything was kept simple.

Sipping milk tea, eating bread and roast meat, Russell saw Katie bring some snacks, feeding them to the Red-eyed Rat King Jerry.

Between the human and the rat, there was now a deep bond.

“It seems that in a few days, I’ll have a female Phantom Beast Knight follower,” Russell looked forward to this.

Katie was twenty-nine this year, and to ascend to Phantom Beast Knight at that age was genius, especially since she had retrained her Battle Qi, showing her talent was indeed remarkable. If not for his arrival, perhaps Katie’s life would have been stuck in the caverns.

There must be many more undiscovered talents like Katie, buried by life.

Drinking a sip of the greasy milk tea, Russell reflected, “Now, I have more Phantom Beast Knights under my command than Ordinary Knights!”