Chương 17: Giant Language

Biên tập viên: Atlas Studios

In mid-air, a white figure waved his dragon wings, bringing about a whistling cold wind. Soon, he returned to the sky above the territory.

After aiming at an empty space without any servants, Garen released his dragon claw.

Bang!

The large ice crystal that was grabbed by his single claw fell and smashed a depression in the ground. The commotion attracted the attention of many Northern Ice Spirits, but when they saw that their lord had returned, they went to do their own things as if nothing had happened.

In the ice crystal, the ogre's body was lifelike, and its face was filled with fear.

Garen retracted his dragon wings and landed below, sizing up the ice crystal in front of him.

He had shown mercy to the ogre and did not kill it. He only froze it alive.

As for the reason for this, it was not that Garen suddenly liked the ogre, but that he restrained his anger the moment he spat out his breath. He recalled that ogres were grouped creatures and rarely appeared alone.

The appearance of an ogre meant that there was an ogre tribe in this area.

"Ogre tribe… This Northern Ice Fields really won't let me live in peace."

Garen did not want to wake up after sleeping and discover that his territory had been wiped out by the ogres. Then, he would be surrounded by a group of ogres and cooked in a pot with onions, ginger, and garlic.

He looked at the frozen ogre in front of him. After thinking for a moment, he controlled the ice crystal to turn into magical elements and gradually melt.

Plop… The ogre fell to the ground. There were still some traces of frostbite on its body, but its outstanding physique made it open its eyes a few minutes later and look at its surroundings in a daze.

When it looked up and saw Garen's dragon body, the ogre seemed to be shocked.

It casually threw the wooden club away and kowtowed to Garen, speaking in the Giant language that the dragon did not understand.

Garen held his chin with his dragon claw and observed the ogre kneeling on the ground in front of him, feeling a little strange.

"This ogre doesn't seem to be that stupid."

The dragon inheritance recorded the details of ogres.

What was most reminiscent of them was their rash, impulsive, and stupid personalities, as well as their strong bodies that could adapt to most climate environments.

On the Noah Continent, which was the place where Garen was, the footprints of the ogres were almost everywhere in the forest, swamp, desert, and frozen plain… It was a very common race.

After thinking for a moment, Garen spread his dragon wings and the shadow enveloped the ogre's body.

While the ogre was trembling, Garen said in the Noah Common Language, "Do you speak the Common Language?"

Hearing Garen's voice, the ogre looked up in confusion.

Looking at its reaction, Garen frowned secretly. He knew that this guy definitely only knew one language.

Since the language was different, it was difficult to ask for information about the ogre tribe. There was not much use in keeping it. It was better to give the Terror Lizards and White Hounds in the Ice River Territory an additional meal.

The ogre had a stench and an extremely ugly appearance. Garen could not eat it.

With this thought, Garen looked at the ogre with a gradually dangerous gaze.

This ogre was indeed not as stupid as ordinary ogres. It acutely saw through Garen's thoughts and its expression immediately froze as it hurriedly spoke nonsense.

When he heard some repeating words, Garen's gaze moved slightly.

"True Dragon? Spare me?"

For some reason, this was the first time he had heard the Giant language. He did not know anything about it before, but with his current environment and the many words spoken by the ogre, Garen was very sure that he understood some of the words.

He recalled the legend of the Time Dragon in the dragon inheritance again.

Any knowledge, skill, or language was a skill that belonged to the Time Dragon.

"In terms of language, I seem to have extraordinary talent."

Garen realized this and gradually restrained his killing intent.

As for why he only realized this now, it was because the knowledge of the dragon's inheritance was not completely stuffed into the dragon's mind. It was more like a treasure vault hidden in his mind. When it was triggered in a specific environment, the relevant information would naturally appear in his mind. It was a knowledge inheritance that was unlocked by conditions.

At the same time, the ogre felt the fatal danger fade and heaved a sigh of relief.

However, as soon as it stopped begging, it was stared at by Garen's sharp platinum dragon eyes and lowered its head to beg for mercy again.

After thinking for a moment, Garen stopped the ogre from begging for mercy and used his hand gestures to communicate with the little vocabulary he had just learned.

After all, it was an intelligent creature. Although the language was different, he could understand some of the general meaning through gestures and actions. Moreover, Garen had just learned a little of the Giant language.

At first, it was a little difficult, but after the ogre understood that Garen wanted to learn his own language, it slowly became simple.

Garen pointed at the ground. The ogre was stunned, then he spoke in Giant Language, "Barakhan."

The meaning was the earth.

He looked up at the sky again. The ogre understood and looked at the dark and cloudless night. "Lacas."

The sky…

Just like that, time slowly passed. Garen was like a child who had obtained a new toy as he curiously learned a new language.

He understood each word and relied on the words to interpret the sentences. He grasped more sentences and learned grammatical structures. Moreover, the more foundation he knew, the faster his learning process became.

Three days later.

Garen could already communicate simply with the ogre. Although his Giant language was still a little rigid, daily communication was possible.

Throughout the entire learning process, he did not feel impatient at all. Instead, he felt excited and happy because he had obtained new knowledge.

The joy was so good that it surprised Garen.

On the other hand, Garen was surprised by his talent in language. He had actually roughly understood a language by relying on the ogre's description.

"If I had this ability in my previous life, or even just the joy of learning new knowledge…"

Speaking of which, he had already grasped five languages.

The Noah Common Language, Dragon Language, Giant Language, Chinese, and English.

There was no need to say much about Chinese, and English was something he originally had a certain foundation in. At this moment, with the talent of the Time Dragon in language, he understood it without a teacher and grasped it at a deeper level.

Thinking of this, Garen could not help but shake his head and throw the past to the back of his mind.

After focusing his mind, Garen looked at the haggard and weak-looking ogre and said in Giant language, "Uga, how many people are there in your Bone Crusher Tribe?"

As he spoke, he waved his hand and gestured for the Northern Ice Spirits to carry a portion of food for the Terror Lizards and the White Hounds.

A basin of squirming fat Ice Field Worms.

These Ice Field Worms lived under the snow and usually relied on eating snow to survive, but the meat was still considered fat. Under Garen's guidance, the Northern Ice Spirits raised them as daily food for their pets.

As long as he did not mind that white and chubby body filled with juice, the taste was not bad.

Garen would occasionally eat it as a snack. It was cold in his mouth and the meat was delicious. There was also a fresh snow fragrance.

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