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His arms and legs were broken, and his eyes were pecked away by the priest's vulture, but when the vulture was about to peck open his chest and pull out his entrails, the frost giant swung his stump, and the bones broke, but the flesh-attached arm hit the vulture, and it let out a rough cry and flew up in a hurry, but the mountain knew it was not flying far, it was waiting, waiting for the mountain to spit out the last breath of heat, and it could feast without fear.

But the giant mountain is tenacious, and in more than a hundred years of his life, he has been near death more than once - he remembers very well that when he was a cub, his mother, a female frost giant, refused to continue feeding him, he grabbed her ankles, bit through the flesh, pulled her down, and then crawled on top of her and nibbled on her **** He was also thrown into the ice sea by him for stealing the flesh of an adult frost giant, when the unnamed mountain struggled under the ice for a long time, when his fist was not enough to break the thick ice, the cold water filled his stomach like a bulging swim bladder, but he did not die that time, several black and white killer whales took him as a delicacy from the sky, he caught one of them, and blocked its air hole with his fingers, and sure enough, the killer whale soon took him to a place where he could see the sun, and that time he not only got his life back, but also hunted the biggest prey of the dayWhen he got the name of the mountain and could go out hunting with the adult frost giants, they also encountered a number of cold snake lizards, which were not only unpalatable but also very dangerous, and it is said that only the white or silver dragons who lived here would use them as food - the snake lizard's teeth bit through the shoulders of the mountain, and no one wanted to drag him back, but the mountain climbed back to the tribe on its own, and the priest of the tribe gave him herbs, and he came back to life.

Not to mention, the injuries he had been wounded as he fought with the other frost giants for the position of tribal leader, and the curse he had suffered—the mountain was sure that the festering flesh was a curse cast by the priest in secret, but he couldn't identify a priest unless he could find another priest to serve the god Kawuluxe for him.

The mountain prayed to the god Kawuha, promised him a thousand, ten thousand human flesh and blood, and promised him half the number of newborns in the tribe, and then all, and then all, except for the giant mountain, as long as the god Kawuha could give him blessings, he was willing to kill a hundred lives a day for Kawuha. As long as he could stand up and his injuries healed (as he had done every time before), he would let his eldest son wail for an entire polar night before he was allowed to die, but he could also forgive the priest's sins if Kawuhae so requested.

But it all needed to be heard, and the mountain muttered, his lungs probably punctured by broken ribs, every breath or shout made him feel sharp pain, and he felt the dagger he couldn't see piercing deeper. And he also had a very strange feeling, that is, cold, the frost giants should not have felt the cold easily, they had the same fat and fur as the snow bear, but he just felt cold, it was so cold, he was almost stiff with the cold-his firstborn and the priest had taken not only his gold, but also his bag, how he missed the wine in the bag, which when poured into his mouth was like a cube of melted ice, and when it reached his throat it turned into flames.

He gasped, speaking words he couldn't understand, and then the Frost Giant sensed a man approaching him.

Something was passing by, the fabrics rubbing against each other, the tiny sound of the rope was incessant, the mountain could hear it, his vague consciousness suddenly became awake, was this the response that Kawuluxe gave him? a reckless human, he tried to sniff the smell in the air, the smell of warm blood running under his skin, but he couldn't smell anything, the air rushed from his nostrils to his chest, and for a while he couldn't see anything, but he could feel the shadows approaching him- Come, come, Jushan said in his heart, he couldn't help but hate the priest and the eldest son who took the gold again, if he still wore so much gold, then this human might lose his vigilance because of greed, after all, Jushan looked like he was about to die, but Jushan knew that he could still sit up. He opened his mouth and showed his teeth, the frost giants had a sharp and hard teeth, but they also fell, and when the mountain was raiding the humans, he found that some people would replace the lost teeth with gold, and he did the same, the tooth embedded in the hollow gum was a crown, of course, now it was completely unrecognizable, but gold is gold, and when the mountain still had eyes, it could be seen shining on the ice.

When the human approached him and tried to take his teeth, the mountain would bite him, and his blood would flow down the mountain's throat, warming the mountain and making him a sacrifice to please Kawula.

For the first time, the mountain couldn't believe what he felt, and the sound of blood rushing in the frost giant's ears formed an echo or a tidal wave.

"What is this, Ostal as a little gift to me?" said the man, and the mountain "jumped" at the sound of the voice, his already hungry teeth striking each other in the air, causing a tremor that made the mountain dizzy, but then fear enveloped him, and he bit nothing.

The voice sighed, as if dissatisfied with the fact that the mountain was still "alive", and the mountain wanted to beg for his forgiveness, or ...... Something else, but his tongue was already frozen.

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The winter wolves retreated smoothly and tacitly when they saw the eldest son of the mountain bowing down// body, and for them, the dwarf was not a good meal, and there was no need to incur the wrath of the new master - and at this moment, the dwarf suddenly screamed, and his little short legs kicked the grill that had been ignored because it was too small, and the scorching grill and the pyroxene powder inside splashed half of the frost giant's face. "Fire!" the eldest son of the mountain cried out in horror, he thought that what had burned him was flames, and now even the other frost giants ran away, the priest cursed, but he would never cast a magic spell for the sake of a dwarf. The winter wolves, looking at each other, had no way of understanding the frost giant's behavior, they didn't know what their masters were pumping, and none of the winter wolves tried to catch the little thing when the gnomes slipped through their gaps.

Ostal pressed his forehead, but luckily there were two little devils by his side. Amonis and Asmodeos rose up in response, and if they didn't fight in mid-air with their tails, they could barely say that they had a tacit understanding, and the gnomes were blocked by them, and it was Asmodeeos who hovered in front of McGee with flapping their wings.

Asmodeos was about to say something, but it saw the two-headed serpent on the other side cracking open its mouth and sticking out its tongue, a smile that symbolized schadenfreude.

The little devil was knocked unconscious by a adamantite hammer tied to a rope. (To be continued.) )