The ice dragon knew that he had done a lot of stupid things, but this one was definitely the most stupid of stupid.

It caught the feet of the weeping savage baby between its two fingers, and watched him swing around in mid-air, crying louder and louder, seriously considering whether or not to throw him directly at the stone.

"Please...... Please put him down. A voice shuddered and pleaded, "He still ...... It's still so skinny......

The ice dragon hung its head, and an even more skinny woman stood tremblingly in front of him, her thin arms outstretched. Her curly brown hair was tugged back with withered grass, her slightly upturned nose was the only thing that was pretty good on her long, ordinary face, her pointed chin was almost enough to poke a person to death, and she had brown eyes like Naria, but nowhere near as vivid as Naria......

- No, don't think of Naria!

Wordlessly, the ice dragon reached out its front paws and let go of its fingers, letting the baby fall into the woman's arms.

The woman clung to the baby, which seemed a little too large for her size, and immediately fled to the corner of the cave. There was also a listless ewe munching on withered grass, and two little girls who were also stunned with frightened faces.

The ice dragon fell back to the ground and continued to sulk at himself. Only this, it's getting better and better.

What the hell is it doing?

It was originally intended to throw the half-dead baby into some barbarian camp. But the barbarians' camps were far apart, and they often moved around, and they didn't know which way to look.

Eventually, it flew straight to the Giant's Spine and finally found the cavern it had found while searching for the necromancer, and even had to turn back into a human and make a fire that made the crying baby a little more bloody - and then he began to cry by the fire so much that it wanted to slap him to death.

It flew out of the burrow sulkingly, and after a circle around the boss finally found a manned camp, ready to throw the annoying ugly thing over later, and grabbed two cows to fill his stomach as he left.

It's what it deserves!

By the time it had returned to camp with the tightly wrapped baby and crying to death, the savage, of course, had already taken up his arms and was ready to fight.

But the barbarian's weapons were of little use to the ice dragon, and if it hadn't been for the shout that got into its ears, it really intended to leave the baby and go.

"It likes to eat babies!

The man who screamed so loudly probably heard the cry of the baby in the package.

The ice dragon knew it should ignore the ridiculous slander - but it couldn't.

Boundless rage ignited, and it roared and tore over cloak after cloak, snatching out the two little girls, and the lean, skinny little woman who was trembling in her arms, and flew back to the cave in a rage.

It didn't know if it was revenge or what...... But it doesn't like cannibalism at all!

As a result, it can only keep them all in the hole.

There's no dragon more stupid than it! Why doesn't it just lower its head and bite off its own neck?!.

"Shhhh Matilda patted the crying babie, comforting her softly, and let the two barbarian girls, who were no more than five or six years old, but already about the size of a ten-year-old human child, close to her. She's nothing more than a human being, with a thin body and a weak character, but here, she's the only thing these kids can rely on.

She looked at the ice dragon lying on the ground, obviously very unhappy, and wondered how long she could hold out.

She was a native of Anktan, and was only a teenager when she was snatched from the Castle Forest by the Barbarians. She tried to escape, but she didn't get far before she was caught, and then she was given to a barbarian who had died of his wife to take care of his two daughters, and he treated her well, and she gradually died - even if she returned to the forest, the girl who was snatched by the barbarians would not end well.

She had heard of the great and ferocious monster, the dragon. When she was a child, her mother told her those terrible stories, that the dragon lying on gold coins and precious stones, feeding on humans, spewed flames that could turn entire cities to ashes, until one day, a brave man in armor came from afar to slay the dragon, save the world, and live forever with the beautiful princess...... A year or two ago, the barbarian tribes began to say that there was a huge ice dragon on the ice field, which would take away the livestock and even humans raised by humans, but its shadow never passed their tents, and most people did not take the legend seriously.

She never imagined that she would one day see a living dragon, and since she was not a beautiful princess, she was probably destined to be eaten and turned into one of the white bones under the pile of gold coins.

- But there wasn't a single gold coin here. So the legend still can't be fully believed.

The ice dragon had only captured two cows when it first flew to their camp. The barbarians took up arms, but no one really thought that the ice dragon would return anytime soon.

But it's back.

She huddled in a corner of the tent with the two girls in her arms and shivered, and prayed incessantly to Anduhe, perhaps because this was the land of godless savages, and her prayer was fulfilled in the exact opposite - she, and the two girls in her arms, were caught in the claws of the ice dragon that had overturned the tent.

The roar of the roar as it flew made her feel distracted, and when she came to her senses, she was already in this dark cavern with only a pile of fire that was about to be extinguished, and the ice dragon was carrying the baby headfirst down and roasting it on the fire.

At that moment, she didn't know where she got the courage. She pounced, screaming, "Wait a minute! You can't eat him!"

The ice dragon's massive head turned towards her, its golden eyes cold with sharp anger.

"Why?" it spoke, its voice low and majestic, with a hint of impatience.

“...... Because ......" she was so frightened that she didn't know what she was talking about, "he was too thin...... He...... Not tasty......"

The ice dragon froze for a moment, and for a moment it felt like it was going to laugh - if the dragon could laugh too.

It snorted and threw the baby into her arms.

"Then fatten him!" it growled, turning and walking out of the cavern, each step heavy enough to make her heart beat with it.

She snuck to the edge of the cave to take a look, then shrank back in despair. The hole was in the middle of a high cliff, and there was no way they could escape.

When the ice dragon returned, he brought back some wood, wrapped in a few animal skins, and threw them in front of her, which looked like they had been brought from some camp. A fleeting thought made her unable to look up for a long time with guilt—she secretly wished it had eaten a few more savages, and would not want to eat her and the children again.

But the baby kept crying.

"Shut him up!!" the ice dragon roared, a loud sound rumbling like thunder through the empty cavern, fear making them hug each other and shrink into a corner. But she knew that the child was just hungry, and she mustered all the courage to make a request to the ice dragon.

"Please give me a milking ewe...... So that I can ...... Fatten this child......" she said, shivering.

The ice dragon spewed a cold breath from its nose very unhappily, but it flew out anyway, carrying back several sheep for her.

Obviously, it didn't know that the sheep would produce milk.

Luckily, one of the ewes was breastfeeding, and she thought the rest would be eaten by the ice dragon, but it just threw them out - she probably didn't like to eat sheep, she could only guess.

She doesn't know how many days have passed since then. She's even a little used to it. The ice dragon would bring her fresh meat, half a deer leg or something, probably what it had eaten - she was glad it had never thrown her a human leg, and she would have fainted.

At her request, he would also bring back grass for the sheep, a jar for milk, a knife, and an iron pot...... It was supposed to be something that was snatched from the barbarians' camp.

She had the faint hope that someone would come and save her and her children.

And of course those people will kill it—Matilda stealthily looked up at the ice dragon with its eyes closed, as if asleep. Sometimes it doesn't seem as vicious as the legend suggests, especially when no one is crying to upset it. Occasionally it would lie down calmly and watch her roast meat, or feed her children, its huge eyes that seemed to have something in it that she couldn't understand, and the firelight shining on its scales looked like glittering gems.

I don't know why...... She didn't think she wanted to watch it be killed.

But in all the stories she'd heard, it was the only end of a dragon.