Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Although the voice was low, the power it created was no less than the roar of the two frost giants just now. Sylvia, who was hiding in the black fog, looked even paler. Mayor Victor, who had already overdrawn his physical strength in the battle just now, had a sickly red flush rising from his neck.

Ron and Victoria looked at the depths of the cold fog in the distance with heavy faces. A sense of oppression from the depths of their souls surged into their hearts. This alertness might come from the sensitivity of the caster, or it might come from the warning of the gods.

"...It's a divine spell." Victoria reminded in a low voice, "Among giants, spellcasters are rare, and even rarer among those below the cloud giant."

"Therefore, every giant with such ability enjoys an incomparable lofty status in their respective tribes, and their own strength should not be underestimated."

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"I didn't expect to meet it here." Ron narrowed his eyes, and the preface of the weaving method kept turning the pages beside him.

"Sera, come back first."

"Wait for two seconds!" The barbarian's hoarse roar came from the front, accompanied by a green sword light that fell from the air with snowflakes dancing. Sera dragged the Canglan Grip and turned around and ran back here.

Behind them was the giant's body that fell dejectedly in the snow.

"That's what 'enough' means!" Driver's sharp laughter penetrated the cold fog from the cold wind, stimulating the thick but fragile nerves of the frost giant who had just intervened.

Since he mastered the rune magic, his rank in the tribe has risen rapidly with pure power. Until today, no creature has dared to humiliate him in public like this!

Is this humiliating him? This is humiliating the entire tribe! No, what are his kind? He is humiliating their god, the great Solem!

A goblin! Just a goblin! A jelly bean! How dare it!

"Boom--" A loud sound that shook the earth rang out from the cold fog, and a big hand grabbed the thick layer of magic mist outside from the inside and tore it to the side. A giant, a giant who was more burly and ugly than his fellow tribesmen who had just died and the brothers and sisters standing behind him, drove his big blue muscles and took steps towards the town of Fromm.

Unlike most of the tribesmen who only had a small piece of mammoth skin to cover their shame, countless metal armors or shields originally worn on other creatures were roughly mixed and spread, and after simple processing, they were assembled into a chain mail draped over his body. In his right hand wrapped in fur gloves, he held a huge axe that was several times larger than the Grip of the Blue Wave. The huge axe was not an ordinary iron weapon, and the cold aura on it showed the extraordinary nature of this magic weapon; and in his other hand, he held a magic rune suspended in the air, emitting a chilling chill.

Several wolf howls sounded beside him. Four wolves that looked like the winter wolves in Sera's story, but were actually larger than winter wolves and made of frost, galloped back and forth in the snow around their masters, showing off their power to the food that was about to be eaten.

The mere appearance of this powerful creature showed the gap between him and the two giants just now.

"Yar!"

"Yar! Yar! Yar!"

The cheers first roared from the mouths of the frost giants, and in just a dozen seconds, all the tribes, whether orcs, dwarves or humans, began to shout this word like the giants. At the same time, Ron and others could clearly feel that a series of eyes that looked like they were looking at corpses quickly fell on them, even though the owners of these eyes were still afraid of them as if they were afraid of gods just now.

"It, it just...didn't attack..." Victor closed his eyes in despair, "Ron, Victoria, run quickly, it's still in time, it, you can't beat it!"

"What is he?" Ron looked down at Victor, leaning slightly, barely heard the name uttered by Victor's lips:

"Frost Giant...Ice Shaper..."

As their title suggests, ice shapers can use the raw energy of air and water elements to shape frost ice for attack and defense in battle. They can summon ice elements in the form of wolves, shape armor made of frost ice to protect their bodies - and turn it into deadly ice fragments. These giants who are obviously stronger than their peers can quickly become the "Yar" in their cheers, meaning leader, and some of the less high-profile individuals may become advisors to the Yar, as the real hidden rulers of the tribe.

The big guy in front of him obviously did not belong to the latter. His eyes, which were shining white due to the power of frost, were slightly closed, and he glared at Sera, who was much shorter than him, and Ron, who was even shorter. He did not make any move immediately, but enjoyed the cheers of the audience before the battle like the stars in the arena - he seemed to be used to this rhythm.

In fact, it was true. He had challenged the Eternal and fought with adult white dragons. Every great feat of his was achieved amid countless cheers and shouts. He walked all the way like this, standing at the forefront and top of the tribe.

Today, he will condescend to put down his airs and stand outside this town that can be knocked down with just one kick, giving the weak who dared to resist him the most merciful death.

"I say, enough," the frost giant ice-shaper looked at Sera, his voice like thunder covering his poor common language, "didn't you hear me?"

"Who do you think you are, my mother?" Sera grinned, tilted her head and looked at the big man in front of her, "Not bad, stronger than 'Hill', you look pretty good at fighting, don't you?"

"Hill" is the name Sera gave to the hill giant in the delusion. In her opinion, her words can only be regarded as foreplay before the insult before the battle, but such a comparison is tantamount to the most arrogant provocation in the ears of the frost giant.

Perhaps it's similar to "You look smarter than the idiot in the next village, don't you?"

How can those dirty and smelly things who only know how to eat be compared with them!

"You are challenging me, woman!" The Ice Shaper stared at the woman who was barely able to wrestle with him after being affected by magic, and took a fighting posture. "Since you killed two weaklings who were a disgrace to my tribe, I can give you a chance to strike first!"

"You said it yourself!" Sera gnashed his upper and lower teeth, and his momentum rose steadily.

"Grom! Please witness it!"

In Sera's hand, the Grip of the Blue Wave made the most exciting clanging sound since it was forged! (End of this chapter)