Damn, it's coming soon!

It's almost there, and it's a hundred meters away!

James ran forward in embarrassment, and kept cheering himself up in his heart.

Behind him was a leopard-shaped creature that was less than five meters from his buttocks, and James could even smell the fishy smell in its mouth.

The leopard-like creature is huge, at least six meters long, and its limbs are also long, which gives it a height of four meters.

It is a fierce beast that has entered the realm of the strong, and it is in the midst of extreme anger.

After any beast has been harassed many times, its temper will skyrocket, even if it has a strong level beast with a high IQ.

Originally, it was very docile.

But while it was taking a nap after a full meal and enjoying the afternoon, a small figure intruded into its territory.

The strength is not good, the cowering probe probes the brain, almost amused it, this little ant thought that he could hide his whereabouts, but he didn't think that the smell had already betrayed his position.

It had just eaten enough, so it mercifully spared the little ant.

But changed his mind after a few minutes.

When the little ant spotted it, it turned around and ran, and its embarrassed movements made it almost laugh. But after a while, the little ant actually came back, threw stones at it, and howled at it.

The small stone smashed on the body, it didn't hurt or itch, and even scratching it was too weak.

But this is a provocation!

Damn it!

After becoming a fierce beast at the level of a strong man, it has never been provoked like this.

Even if it's a giant who lives not far away!

I don't know if I'm alive or dead!

It rushed out, chased after the little ants, chased over the rubble, crossed the creek, left the edge of the territory, and entered the great forest......

And then it died.

At the same time, it was pierced by spears made of several small tree trunks, and then in a groan of pain, it was smashed on the head by a giant who rounded the trunk, and the world before it entered eternal darkness.

It was killed by four giants, who gathered around the corpse, gulping for blood.

A small man who was completely disproportionate to the giant also squeezed in.

This is James, who is almost exhausted and has regained some strength by drinking raw blood.

When his stomach felt a little full, he pulled out the two straight knives on his back and plunged them into the beast's back, one left and one right, allowing himself to lie on it like a spider.

He was to hitchhike, and when the giants had drunk their blood, he would carry the carcass of the beast back to the tribal territory.

Serving as bait for the giants' prey, this thrilling life has been going on for a month.

James rolled over his prey and looked at the clear sky in a daze, and a few white clouds thoughtfully floated over, shielding him from the harsh sunlight.

In the south of the sun, the sun is always shining, and the sun makes people's bodies ache.

A month ago, when he stood in front of the giant with the eggs of a two-legged wyvern, he thought he was going to serve as an attendant to the old man of the god of fire. But the giants let him go.

Maybe it's because his body, which is shorter than the calves of the Giants, doesn't have much flesh, or maybe the old man of Vulcan doesn't need people to take feces and urine, anyway, he became a prisoner of the Giants and survived.

As for the egg of that bipedal wyvern~

Forget about it, it's been crushed and eaten alive by the giant's children.

It was a tribe of giants of more than twenty people, eight adult males, seven adult females, and an old man and a few children. Well, even the youngest child of the Giants is much bigger than him.

In the beginning, he became a toy for the giant's children.

But when he had defeated them many times, the giants had him participate in the hunt.

To be precise, it became a bait for hunting.

He has no room for resistance, every adult giant has the strength of a strong man, and his intelligence is not inferior to that of the human race.

He didn't want to rebel either, because he liked this kind of life.

Almost all of the prey of the giant clan are fierce beasts that have stepped into the realm of the strong, and he is fortunate to participate in it, isn't it the best way to walk on the edge of life and death under the protection of a group of strong people, and stimulate the rapid growth of his divine veins to break through the shackles?

Isn't this the opportunity to come to the South of the Sunshine to find it?

Although he was reduced to a captive and used as a bait for hunting, he was already in a good situation.

James told himself.

Use the giant's prey as bait every once in a while, play a game of life and death with the fierce beasts of the strong level, and fall asleep in the giant's tribe at night without worrying about safety.

Occasionally, when the giants have enough food, he can also participate in the games of the giants.

The giants would draw a circle of 100 meters and wrestle with each other to vent their energy that had nowhere to put it, while James would stage a farce with the giants to shoot fleas.

The flea is James, and he has to be quick to dodge the wooden sticks that the giants have struck.

This kind of life is very effective in increasing his strength.

I'm soon in the realm of the strong.

He was so firm in his convictions.

As for becoming a demigod, that is not a human category, and James has no hope at all.

Humans have only given birth to a demigod since then.

Having been with giants for a long time, the giants have come to regard him as a member of the tribe, and he can chat with any giant at will, climb on the shoulders of any giant at will, and treat them as foot strength. For his sake of improving the efficiency of the tribe's access to food, the giants regarded him as a friend, promising him absolute freedom to return to his homeland at any time.

A kind and simple big man.

So, James started calling them that.

The giant's name was too long and too awkward to read, and he always mispronounced it, so he didn't bother to memorize it.

It was the giants who spoke of freedom that made James homesick.

He wondered if the old man's hair had grayed back again, and if he had spent his days in the toil of establishing the Knights of the Cathar; He also wondered if his father, Lange, was still planning the future of the family in the case every night.

What he misses most is his wife and two lovely children.

I wonder if they have adapted to life in the elves, if the little hands holding small bows and arrows or small wooden swords have grown calluses, and if they have seen him in their dreams at night.......

It's been almost half a year, I want to go back, it's good here, but it's not home.

James looked at the white clouds chasing each other in the sky, his aqua blue eyes full of longing and loneliness.

Time flies, spring goes to summer.

When the cool breeze brings the scent of autumn, the giants are finally ready to go home.

To be precise, they want to return to the birthplace of the race, a large river basin nearly thousands of miles away.

This is what the old giant told him two days ago.

The old giant is the leader of this tribe and the head of this extended family.

The tribes of the giants were made up of families, and once the population exceeded thirty, new tribes were divided.

Because they all have great appetites, too many people gather in one territory to find enough food.

But every winter, all the tribes carry food back to the great river valley further south for a grand sacrifice to their ancestors.

The elders would exchange messages with each other and sing old songs.

The lads will find their beloved girls at the party and breed hope for the future of the race; And the little ones will be baptized on the altar, receive the blessings of their ancestors, and grow up healthy.

The old giant extended an invitation to James to be the first human to travel to the Great River Valley.

But James refused.

He also has his own home, and he misses it too.

James sincerely thanked the giants for their kindness, and said that he would work harder to be a good bait before the giants set off, so that they could more easily prepare food to go home.

So for the next month, James was tired like a dead dog every day.

He didn't even have the strength to climb onto his prey and hitchhike, and every time he returned from hunting, he was carried back by the giants, like a chicken.

When the first autumn rain moistened the earth, the giants finally set out.

The completely disproportionate body couldn't hug goodbye, so each giant reached out a finger and gently rubbed James's back. The old giant crouched in front of him, his bearded face smiling softly goodbye, but the loud sound still made James feel like his ears were about to be deafened.

"Sturdy little man, you are a good person who helped the giants get food beyond imagination, so you also gained the friendship of the giants. I'm Balon, the Baron of Rock Bones, and that's what my race calls me. If you need help one day, please use this name to come to me in the Great River Valley. ”

"Kind and simple big man, you are also a good person, and so is your extended family, if I need help one day, I will definitely bring a gift. My home is further north in the Forest of Whispers, and if you need it, please tell the little green-haired ones and they will relay it for you. I'm Einske with red hair. ”

"Take care."

"The same goes for you."

..........

James stood on the moor, watching as the giants carried or dragged all sorts of dried pieces of beast flesh away until they disappeared into the dense woods.

At his feet were two eggs that were larger than his head.

One is a parting gift for the giants, and the other is a bipedal wyvern egg that compensates for being eaten by the children.

James didn't know what beast the two eggs came from.

But from the streaks of blue light flowing on the surface of the eggshell, it can be seen that they have an extraordinary origin.

The two eggs had been there before he had come to the Giant Tribe, but they didn't emit the stench of being bad.

He buried his two eggs in the gravel, and he didn't have time to think about whether he could hatch or not, because he had more important things to do.

He wanted to go home.

But before he goes home, he has to be strong.

During these days, he clearly felt the divine veins in his body stirring, often turning into warm currents and surging towards his heart.

He knew it was a sign that the veins were about to close the loop.

or to be born, to win the admiration of all beings; or die, and be turned into dust between heaven and earth.

The fateful moment is finally coming.

James didn't want to die, he wanted to go home.

He still remembered the experience of the old man's transmission: let the body guide the divine vein closed loop by itself, rather than subjectively controlling the divine vein closed loop.

So he set his sights on a small hill five miles away, where a strong-level fierce beast lived.

At his request, the giants did not hunt it.

It's not that James is kind, but he needs this beast as a stepping stone and an opportunity for him to break through the shackles of the strong - to stimulate the potential of his body under the threat of death, so that the divine vein can spontaneously complete the closed loop.

Fifty miles is not far for James, a half-step powerhouse.

Soon, he stood on the edge of the strong-level beast territory, smelled the urine of its marked territory, and muttered.

Here I am, my stepping stone.