As soon as the red-robed warlock's words landed, all the frost giants except the mountain jumped up, and they let out angry roars, beating their chests with their fists, and if anyone heard them, they would have thought that countless thunderbolts were falling from the sky, the ice shook, and the snow fell in the distance—the winter wolves on the hill who were on guard felt threatened, and first one wolf began to howl with its head up, and then the other wolves began to howl with it, sounding like a huge bagpipe being blown one after another. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The only one who didn't do anything was the mountain, the priest and the leader of the Frost Giants beside him, with their hands firmly on his knees, each the size of a human room, and his fingers like pillars erected outside the room, his gaze calm, even a little sarcastic, as if he had seen through the tricks of the red-robed warlock. The Frost Giant, the tallest and most noble, waited for a moment, and when his people were no longer so angry and irritable, he suddenly let out a loud roar, and some of the Frost Giants who had wanted to sit down jumped up again.

"A lie. Jushan said, "We've never heard of any metal dragon secrets here. He pondered, "If there were, wouldn't Grenada's Red Dragon snatch them first?"

"I've just learned the secret, too. Ostahl said, "I don't want any of the red dragons to hear about it. He lied without changing his face, "The red dragon won't leave me a single gold coin." ”

"Neither will the Frost Giant. ”

"You don't need magic tools or spellbooks, do you?" said Ostar.

"But you were still saying that this is the property of the Frost Giant. ”

"But if there is no one to lead you, you will never find the Vault. Ostal said, extending his hands out of his sleeves and showing them to the Frost Giant, a gesture of honesty and weakness, symbolizing that he had no intention of making enemies of the Giants: "I just need a little bit of what you don't want." ”

"Those are precious to human beings. Jushan said.

"With all due respect," Ostal patiently explained, "some magic paraphernalia and spell books need to be preserved by magic, or if they are damaged by a little accident, they will be worth much less than they used to be—and you will need to smelt and set the gold and gems," he said, looking around, the frost giants were not very demanding of clothing, like wild beasts, they did not like to be covered with anything, they had fur. But they love gold and precious stones, and even the most lowly giants have what should be a dizzying amount of gold. But it can be seen that these ornaments are already a certain age, the color of the gold is dull, the gems are falling off, and the patterns are blurred, "I have a caravan, a very large caravan, they have dwarves and gnomes, and they are highly skilled. He took out a disc with the fine lines and glittering color that made the frost giants let out one admiration after another, and Ostahl generously handed the disc to the nearest giant, the disc the length of Ostar's forearm was like a small round cake on the frost giant's fingers, he carefully pinched it, and after admiring it repeatedly in the sun, he handed it to the next companion who was waiting impatiently, and so it was uploaded all the way, and the disc finally fell into the hands of the priest and the mountain。

"Amazing craftsmanship indeed. "Jushan said that the giants have always come and gone in a hurry in the human world, although they occasionally rob the craftsmen, but especially the frost giants, it is difficult for humans to adapt to the harsh climate of the Far North Sea, and even if they can, the frost giants will not allow him to light the flames that make them jealous and hateful, so they can only have what to take, such as their gold chains, unless they are specially made as a small amount of hired expenses, almost all of them use their own rough techniques and amazing strength to pinch gold and silver products into rings, and then one by one they are connected and hung around their necks, and the rings are also, directly take human collars and necklaces and hang them on the wrist even if they are bracelets。

But...... sure enough, the leader of the frost giants, who not only had strength and body superior to the other giants, but also had an IQ proportional to the former, said, "You have not said yet," and he said to Ostal in an amiable manner, "what can you pay?"

"Don't the frost giants need more gold?" said Ostar.

"Of course," said the mountain, who would not say no and then anger his people with this, "but it is clear that you have to give the least of the whole thing, half a human, and you will only say a few words, and then you will take our gold." ”

The frost giants immediately became noisy when they heard this, and even in such a cold place, the stench emanating from their lips and teeth still inevitably annoyed Ostahl, but he also knew that it was not a good idea to continue to entangle with the giant mountain, the frost giant who was not quite a giant, "I use gold to buy what I need. He said.

"You have to follow us on your journey," said the mountain, "and with us, from beginning to end, when my people are in danger, you will unleash your magic to protect them and attack their enemies." ”

"There is no doubt about it. "But we have to determine in advance how much gold I am going to come up with, I could have found another tribe of frost giants," said Ostal dissatisfied, "and my gift will make them smile." ”

Jushan grinned, "I'll make sure there won't be another giant in a thousand miles who can fit this robe." He assured that with a slight threat, the caster's calculations reassured him, and if they said anything, half of the humans would agree to something, and the mountain would be uneasy, or he might just reject Ostar's offer. He pulled up the robe, the Mithril on the robe shimmered like a snow-grained glow, the silver-gray color allowed him to hide in the shadow of the snowdrift, the mountain put on the robe, it was light and warm, and as the mountain expected, the robe was just right for him, neither wide nor narrow, and after he slashed the robe a few times with the dagger, the giant's dagger, the weapon of the broadsword for humans, and the robe was not damaged in the slightest, the giants' expressions changed from bewilderment to jealousy.

"Would you like some meat?" Giant Mountain was clearly pleased with the gift, otherwise no giant would be willing to share his meat, but Ostar politely declined - but he accepted Giant Mountain's invitation to live in his son's tent. It was the youngest son of Jushan, who had a huge body that would certainly be no less than his brother and father in the future, he was well fed, and his mind was filled with too much information today, so as soon as he returned to the tent, he fell asleep, and Ostahl observed him for a while, during which there were many bugs on the giant's body, like bugs the size of a palm, who wanted to jump on the fresher and more delicious flesh, but they fell down and died before they could touch Ostar's body, and the youngest son of Jushan scratched his armpit, accompanied by a strong stench, and then clicked his mouth with satisfaction, and continued to sleep。

Ostal came out of the tent, and the giants left only two men on duty, and the other giants were asleep, and they were sleeping in their bags—these were the chests and cabinets of the giants, usually made of whale or seal skins, and in them all the giants' possessions were hidden, from axes, candles, and horns for drinking, plates, bowls, and boots (if any), stones, ropes, hides, leftover meat, etc., always covered with grease and dirt, and blood. If they were normal giants, they would have needed a blanket and flintstones, but the Frost Giants didn't need these, but they might have some pearls or shark teeth hidden inside. Their snoring was incessant, but the warlock had no doubt that at the slightest movement they would leap high like a frightened snow hare, while clutching their axes.

A winter wolf, the one that was ordered to report the news, its four legs are extraordinarily thin and long, so it is called the rabbit's foot by the first person of the winter wolf, and it looks like it is asleep, but its ears are turning, listening to the sound of the outside world, maybe even a jerboa scurrying into the valley will cause it to be alert.

Ostal walked to a hill and sat with a spell book on his lap, the warlock did not rely on the spell book as much as the mage, it was just an excuse and disguise, he waited, but what he did not expect was that what he was waiting for was not the priest of the mountain tribe, but the eldest son of the mountain.

The eldest son of the mountain, like his father, had a more majestic body than the other frost giants, and was only a head behind his father, and Ostahl stared at him for a moment before remembering an interesting thing - when the giants were feasting around the narwhal, it was the priest who sat on the right side of the mountain, and it was not his eldest son who sat on the left side of the mountain, but his youngest son. This is a very normal thing in the society of giants, after all, the eldest son of a giant is often the first to challenge his weakened father, who may have a piece of meat from his father's mouth when he is not growing up, but when he grows up he is his father's enemy.

"Spellcaster," said the eldest son of the mountain, who deliberately lowered his voice, but it still sounded like a rumbling thunder in the distance, "I want a robe too." ”

"I have a lot of robes," Ostal asked knowingly, "but isn't the frost giant not interested in clothes?"

Obviously, although the eldest son of Jushan inherited his body, he could not inherit his mind, and he shook his shoulders a little anxiously: "I want the same robe as Jushan," he said, "like armor." ”

"That's a shame. Ostal said, "There is only one one, which I present to the tribal chief, and you are not the chief, so you cannot get such a robe." The red-robed warlock said happily, "But you can get a cloth robe." ”

The eldest son of the mountain took the robe, and found that it was not only not as shiny as the one of the mountain, but that it had become two pieces with a single force, and he angrily tore the robe, threw it under his feet, stepped on it several times, and turned to walk away.

"Wait," Ostal said, "I have other gifts for you." ”

"I want a robe. ”

"Better than robes. Ostal said, taking out an axe from the dimensional pouch, the axe was as tall as an adult male, and at first glance it was for giants, it was made of stainless steel, and the blade of the axe took on an ominous blue-black color, "Be careful, this is snake venom," Ostahl reminded when the eldest son of the giant mountain tried to touch the blade of the axe, "The toxin will enter the wound that is scratched by it, and even a snow bear will not be able to run five hundred feet under the damage of this toxin." ”

"It's a good axe," said the eldest son of the mountain, pretending to be his father's cunning, "but it's still not as good as the robe." ”

"That robe has a fatal heel. Ostar said.

"What?"

"It doesn't protect your feet, it doesn't protect your neck. Ostar said.

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"I hear you. A voice said after the eldest son of the giant mountain left.

Ostar turned, and unsurprisingly, he saw the priest of the Giant Mountain Tribe.

"You are instigating him that the son of the mountain will kill the mountain. "The priest said that in the groups of humans and orcs, the priest was often the one who lived the longest, and was thin and wrinkled because of weakness, but in the tribe of giants, even the priest was so strong and powerful, and although he may be less tall than some giants, his shoulders were almost as wide as a mountain, which made him look like a square, and look as dull as a stone, but this was not the case. The mountain is smart, but the priests are even better.

"Isn't this the tradition of giants?"

"The polar day is followed by the polar night, and the overlap of power between giants should not occur at this time. ”

"Anyway, the tribe still has you," Ostal said, "isn't that enough?" He was not at all worried that the priest would say anything to the mountain, if the mountain and his son were the inevitable conflict between the mature elder and the young heir, then the relationship between the priest and the mountain had lasted for nearly three hundred years, there was a struggle for power and resentment, there was only one voice in the tribe, a hundred years ago when Ostahl first visited here, the priest enjoyed the best meat, but now, it is clear that the priest has lost the battle with the mountain.

"I can see your heart," said the priest, "that you are plotting a conspiracy." ”

"It won't do any harm to your tribe," Ostar said, "well, maybe a little, but like the tides and hurricanes, just strip down some stupid ones for you." ”

"I'll keep an eye on you. ”

"Then watch," said Ostal, "but look, I will not do anything against you, I am your friend, do not forget that." ”

"How do I remember you saying that to the mountain a hundred years ago. ”

"Wasn't that a hundred years ago?" said the red-robed warlock without a hint of shame, "and, as a priest, I believe you know better than the other giants what fate is. (To be continued.) )