Little claws scratching frantically!
A tender dragon head poked through the ice surface, creating a hole, curiously observing the surroundings.
Ice and snow fields.
Everything was shrouded in frost, as if in the glacial epoch of ancient times!
Finally, Duncan could open the strategic map.
A vast frozen lake, the ice layer’s thickness on the surface approached a meter. In the distance, snow-capped mountains towering into the sky could be seen, stretching beyond sight.
A waterfall was frozen mid-fall, and the ice columns on both sides stretched nearly a hundred meters.
Everything was a white expanse.
Raising to a god’s-eye view showed the primeval forest amid winter, where the trees were incredibly tall, with those at the outskirts towering tens of meters high, each an ancient colossus likely over centuries old.
"It’s truly the barbaric era!"
The ice surface quivered slightly.
From a distant spot.
Duncan switched perspectives, pupils narrowing as he saw a group of giants walking from the direction of the waterfall.
——King of Frost River Giants! [Golden Skull Mark][Hostile].
——Prehistoric Mammoth [Three-star Whiteboard].
——Frost Giant Migratory Tribe [Three-Star Gold][Legendary Army][Hostile].
Hiss!
So fierce right from the start?
The juvenile dragon’s head instantly retracted; the world on the ice was too frightening!
——It’s a giant, you’d better be careful.
Duncan didn’t dare to act rashly. The giant migratory tribe had dozens of members, along with several mammoths, any of which could easily crush him. Ordinary giants were four or five meters tall, male warriors could exceed five meters, and the King of Giants was nearly seven meters tall. Just looking from afar was overwhelming.
Damn.
It’s not easy being a giant dragon either.
Duncan submerged back to the lake bottom, tracking the target from a god’s-eye view, quickly discovering a hostile marked unit.
——Prehistoric Cannibal Fish (One-Star).
Whiteboard One-Star.
Can fight!
Duncan looked at the juvenile dragon’s sharp claws and teeth, thinking it could give it a try. After all, it’s a dragon; it couldn’t possibly lose to a mere cannibal fish.
But getting close, the pressure was not insignificant.
This fish actually weighed nearly a hundred pounds!
It soon discovered the juvenile dragon’s trace, and upon seeing it, was startled, seeing a contour of fear etched in its genetic instinct, and instinctively wanted to flee.
Then, it noticed that this dragon seemed a bit small.
Can fight.
This time the advantage is mine!
The prehistoric cannibal fish opened its blood-red maw and rushed forward.
——Be careful! Use underwater roll.
A prompt from the dragon’s memory inheritance emerged again.
Roll.
Duncan controlled the juvenile dragon to dodge in an instant, and with a graceful movement, the dragon instinctively rolled in water. The force from the dragon’s wings allowed it to evade the attack easily, much like a fighter jet spinning underwater.
In a split second, a claw strike mark appeared, and Duncan’s mind followed.
Squish!
Blood spurted; the scales of the prehistoric cannibal fish were easily torn, as if they were mere papier-mâché.
The outcome was clear.
The prehistoric cannibal fish instinctively felt fear, but still opened its mouth, a cold breath spraying out, making a small circle of water seem to turn to ice shards.
"Detected Wind of Magic!"
"Ineffective!"
The juvenile dragon’s silhouette advanced rapidly, and its wings accelerated its swimming even underwater, bursting forward like an arrow, breaking through the icy shard area; the frigid breath couldn’t harm it at all. It was the true master of frost power in this era!
Tearing Bite.
Headshot.
One-hit kill!