The giants don't have any possessions, all their precious things belong to the Gugo, and the average giant only has a shabby, rudimentary fig leaf, which is the only thing that belongs to them.

Weapons, armor, and wonderful magical items, the treasures left by the past generations of Gugo are not too much, and they are not too much, but they are clean when they are carried on the backs of two tall giants.

Ike walked in the front, and behind him was the tall horse still wearing the armor, and the greatsword and battle axe were carried in his hand, hanging to the ground, and walking slowly step by step. He was followed by two giants slightly shorter than him, each carrying a large package. After that, there are the ordinary giants. There are old and young, men and women, but all of them look miserable without exception.

Without weapons, no ordinary giant would have been given a metal weapon by the Ages. But that doesn't mean they don't have something in their hands. As they walked out of the valley, each giant reached out and plucked a tall book, and then swept away the branches and leaves on it.

That scene, what a murderous one!

But in the eyes of all the giants, Ike was the most ferocious of all the giants who summoned the golem as gigantic as the gods, and the splatters of flesh still hung from the armor of the tall horses.

Ike is not slow, he has a levitation charm and a light body charm, and he will not get tired when he floats in the air. But the route was a problem, and he had to lead the group west along the course of the Alps.

Up the hill and down the valley, it's a bit of a hassle.

Not only that, but there are probably dozens of giants in the entire giant tribe, and the demand for food is huge. They only had half a day to travel, and the remaining half was filled with hunting.

There's no way, no matter what, Ike can't make these giants go hungry.

It's hard to overcome, but that's the way it can be.

Two weeks later, they had just left Austria and entered Switzerland, and then they were going to cross the whole of France. The further back you go, the more difficult it becomes, because it won't be as sparsely populated as it is now.

If you think about it, it may be a full two weeks before you return to the UK.

It may also be longer.

At night, a few bonfires lit scattered in the valley. It's small, just for grilling.

Giants gathered around the campfire, close together, using their body temperature to resist the cold of the mountains. Occasionally, the wind blew, and their bodies could be clearly seen trembling.

Ike didn't have to suffer this crime, he and the tall horse were the only ones who could enjoy the fire and the cave alone, and there was a giant at the entrance of the cave to block the cold wind, but the high horse arranged it.

Although these are completely useless, and with the warm-up spell on his body, he won't feel cold at all, but Ike didn't refuse. It's both because he's too lazy to pay attention to it, but also because it also represents his might.

Giants are a group of people who hate wizards but yearn for magic. Murderous as they are, as long as you are more ferocious than them, then you will get a herd of meek lambs.

It's primitive and realistic.

The cold wind was blowing outside, but Ike didn't sleep. By the light of the fire, he was looking at a map of Europe. Obviously, the route they came to was not advisable, and the group could only do it under the cover of the mountains, but the reality was that the rest of the road was a flat plain.

"By the Rhine?" Ike's finger swiped across the map, and there were some small mountains on either side, which would be feasible if it was day and night, but more careful.

"Maybe another week...... "Ike sighed helplessly, calculating the distance in his heart. Slip the map back into your pocket and fall asleep at the end.

In the following days, Ike led the giants out day and night, carefully avoiding cities and villages, and slowly moving in the direction of England along the direction of the Rhine.

He gave a strict order, everyone was as light as possible, and the amount of food was limited, just to ensure that they would not be too hungry. Ike also used magic to hide the team's tracks as much as possible.

It's troublesome, but it's the only way.

A week had passed, and they were about to walk halfway, and the rest was plains, and the pace would be even slower. Ike was more careful, no matter what, he had to make sure that the group of guys was not seen by ordinary people, even though it was unavoidable, and there would always be people who were keen on exploring the wild and wandering around.

Thankfully, there is also the Oblivion Charm.

But soon, there was trouble again. Ike found his new route problematic, and if he continued along the Rhine, he would have to pass through Germany and the Netherlands, which would undoubtedly make it much more difficult.

After studying the map for a while, I gritted my teeth and simply abandoned the route and went straight across France to Calais. It's just over 30 kilometres from the UK's closest place, so you can save a lot of money.

It's just a little more effort on your own, at least to ensure that you don't reveal your whereabouts before Calais.

The giants walked more slowly, and there were no too tall mountains for them to hide along the way, so they had to lie down during the day and let Ike cast a disguised spell on them. Wait until late at night to get up and go. In fact, you can't walk long at all in a day, and more often than not, you're resting.

Stop-and-go, Ike finally led the group to Calais, which meant the hardest thing to come: as a port city, it was full of waterways and inner bays, but there were no mountains!

After waiting outside the city for a day and a night, Ike finally made up his mind: go full speed ahead!

Don't worry about that much, cast hidden magic and silencer magic on each giant, let them run from a place outside the city where there are few people, and swim directly into the water through Calais in the shortest time possible!

"Boom, boom, boom"

Dozens of giants strode and ran, and even with Ike's magic covering, the earth trembled for a while, as if there had been an earthquake. As we passed around the city, the water of the river and even the sea of the harbor were affected, and a large wave was set off.

"Quick! Faster! Ike's voice resounded in the ears of every giant, and the tall horse was the first to jump into the sea, setting off waves for several meters like a bomb. Then, like dumplings, the giants went into the water one after another, raising their arms and swimming towards the other side of the strait.

Ike was at the back of the line, maintaining the magic he had applied to the giants while using his sea control to suppress the waves. After all the giants jumped in, the waves were already very strong, and even had a slight tsunami meaning, which was never allowed to wash up on the shore.

Seeing that all the giants had swam across the Channel and set foot on British soil, Ike finally breathed a sigh of relief and moved directly to the other side. Look at the giants again, one by one, they all fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

Swimming more than 30 kilometers in one breath is not an easy thing even for giants.

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