It's a world of snow and ice, covered in snow and covered in snow. Everything here is huge, and any tree that comes into view is at least more than twenty meters wide in diameter and hundreds of meters high. But Wen Jiming is not a botanist, so he is not interested in how tall the tree is.

Wen Jiming relied on the second compass he created, and flew north from home. After finally leaving the territory of Great Xia, fly through a strait hundreds of kilometers wide, and a huge mountain range behind the strait with an altitude of at least 10,000 meters or more, and enter this ice and snow world.

The air here is thick and heavy, and you can see a noticeable flow of air with every breath. Since entering this world three days ago, Wen Jiming felt that his divine power cultivation speed had increased geometrically, and it was many times higher than the original cultivation speed in Great Xia. When I looked at the bronze mirror this morning, the triangular mark on my forehead had turned silver, and the priesthood level had increased by a small level.

At this time, Wen Jiming was staring at a huge creature twenty meters in front of him, analyzing what he should do next. This is a creature more than five meters tall that looks like a domestic chicken, and its huge eyes are currently staring at Wen Jiming, as if it wants to attack, but it has a little scruples.

Finally, the chicken moved, only to see its head a little, and with a grunt, a huge ice spear went straight to Wen's front door. But that's all there is to it, Wen Jiming flashed in front of the chicken that came directly, a Juhe slash, the knife light flashed suddenly, the throat of the chicken was cut, and the blood instantly stained the snow on the ground.

"Holy! A huge that can do magic, oh or maybe a female. Wen Jiming felt very excited, but also a little hungry, and walked up to the chicken and began to pluck the feathers. Suddenly, a very loud greeting came from behind and above, Wen Jiming had never heard but understood the meaning: "Good day!" Little. ”

Wen Jiming turned around when he heard this, and was immediately stunned. I saw a young giant who was more than twenty meters tall, with sea-blue shawl hair, leather armor on his upper body, a pair of shorts on his lower body, and muscular hairy legs, carrying a huge wooden stick and looking at him with a smile.

Wen Jiming shook his head, let himself come back to his senses, took a few steps forward, and saw that he could just see the other party's calf, so he raised his head and said hello. Say something that is also familiar to you: "Hello! Oh, my God! You're so tall! After saying this, Wen felt a little ashamed.

Because he was too tired to look up, Wen Jiming flew into the air and rose to the height of face to face with the young giant, the boy also learned to rise a little higher, Wen Jiming rose again, and when he saw that the boy was going to do the same again, he hurriedly stopped him: "Don't you think that we have more respect for each other when we talk face-to-face like this?" In addition, my name is Wen Jiming, how do I call you, um I mean do you have a name? ”

The boy smiled understandingly and said: "That's right, it's good to chat like this, my name is: Joe Gula Sandra Srodes Makeev Novasvichsky. ”

Wen Jiming tried it and shook his head: "It's too long, it's better for me to call you Da Qiao." ”

Da Qiao agreed: "I think it's also very long, Da Qiao's name is good, well, it sounds domineering." Oh yes, you know what, the chicken you killed is the most famous Hanshan chicken, the most delicious chicken. It tastes best when eaten within three hours of death. At this time, the meat is the most delicious and tender! With that, Da Qiao wiped his saliva.

Wen Jiming felt like he had returned to his original big eating country at this time, and was discussing with a gourmand how to properly enjoy the delicious sense of déjà vu.

Big Joe continued: "You see, you're a little man. As he spoke, Da Qiao gestured with two fingers to compare the size, without any discrimination, just to clarify the facts.

"This chicken is too much for you, you know, after three hours it won't be as delicious as it is now, so what a pity. Why don't we both eat it together! What do you think? ”

Wen Jiming nodded solemnly: "Well, this idea is great!" ”

Big Joe was visibly happy: "Great, I propose that you go and dispose of that chicken, and I'll chop firewood." I think this division of labor makes sense, because if you go to chop wood, it's too long. ”

Wen Jiming continued to agree: "Yes, it's very reasonable, let's start doing it now." ”

Soon after, Da Qiao came back with a bundle of huge branches that seemed to be firewood and Wen Jiming looked like giant trees. At this time, Wen had already used the spell to clean up the chicken, and the two foodies began to barbecue.

"This fire is a little smaller, it should be bigger, well, that's it, it will take another 1,200 breaths to make a small fire." Da Qiao gave a giant-style barbecue guide next to Wen Jiming, Wen Jiming could only listen, no way, he had never barbecued such a large piece of meat. As for why he knew the hours, but not the seconds and minutes, Wen Jiming thought that maybe the minutes and seconds were not very important to the giants.

"Oh, these spices you've added are great, they smell so good, and those two are even better." With that, Da Qiao handed over a large pot of seasoning that smelled like cumin and a dried chili pepper the size of a meter. Wen Jiming was overjoyed when he saw it!

"Do you have any smaller varieties of peppers like yours?" Wen Jiming inquired.

"Yes, but those are too small, it's inconvenient for me to hold, if you want you, I'll give you some, both for you!" Hearing this, Wen Jiming immediately felt that classmate Da Qiao was very good and amiable. It's worth associating.

Finally, the chicken was roasted, and the two began to enjoy the meal. Not to mention, the taste is really great, the population is tender and smooth, and it leaves a fragrant taste in the mouth after eating.

"It would be nice to have alcohol, but unfortunately my father said I was still young. But I'm four hundred and thirty years old, so why do I have to be five hundred! Big Joe complained a little. I think life is still a little unsatisfying.

Wen Jiming asked while eating: "What do you ethnic group call you, I mean what outsiders call you." ”

Big Joe took a huge chicken leg and bit off a piece of meat, and then said, "We call ourselves Titans, because we were created by the Titan Father, and the old people say so." Outsiders call us Ice Giants or Thunder Giants. Because we are born with thunder spells. ”

"Titans?" Wen Jiming was stunned.

"You've lived on this land since ancient times?" Wen Jiming was curious.

"Oh, probably not, I heard it seems to come from there, it's far away."

"It's funny, why don't you tell me a story about the Titans?"

"Oh, hehe, you know I'm not an adult yet, so the old people don't tell us that, they don't talk about it until they are adults." Big Joe explained embarrassedly.

This is an honest child, Wen Jiming admired. However, this legend of the Titans really aroused Wen's curiosity. After a while, the two of them finally had their fill, Da Qiao deliberately left a chicken leg, then wrapped the uneaten chicken, and invited Wen Jiming: "Come to our house as a guest, my brother must like you too." Wen Jiming readily agreed to Da Qiao's invitation.