eurekapd Chapter 110: The Ancestor of the Frost Giants
Chapter 110: The Ancestor of the Frost Giants
"Alduin Frostbeard, the most powerful frost giant on the Spine of the World.
It is said that he has lived for at least tens of thousands of years, and I strongly support this view.
After all, the last time I saw him, the High Elves' Misdren had not yet been destroyed."
On the high wall of the North District Sect’s base stood an old man and a young man.
The druids in the station are no longer surprised by this configuration.
The weird orc girl who is prone to fainting and the neurotic old skeleton with mysophobia, for some reason, suddenly became familiar with each other.
"It's incredible that a mortal creature can live longer than me."
The orc girl Luna looked at the sunset in the distance, acting as a mouthpiece for Ms. Morgan in her mind.
An old skeleton was watching Frey Starsong playing with Lian and the others in the woods, as if the scene made him very happy.
"Alduin is the most powerful frost giant I have ever seen. If we talk purely in terms of strength, some weaker gods would not be his opponent."
"Then why doesn't he light the divine fire himself, instead of that neurotic Auril..."
"Little guy," the old skeleton turned his head, and the soul fire in his eyes penetrated the soul of the young orc, and seemed to shine directly on Morgan's face.
"How long have you been on the throne? A thousand years? Ten thousand years?
If you were not dozing off when you became a god, you should be very clear about what the things that gods cannot do are..."
Luna listened carefully to Ms. Morgan's voice transmission, but after a long time, the goddess in her mind did not respond.
"What about you? Why did you choose to give up your position as God?"
This was the question Luna herself wanted to ask. Her face turned red, as if she felt it was a bit abrupt to interrupt the conversation between the two gods.
"Hahahaha, kid, it's still too early for you to explore this kind of question."
……
In the underground corridor of the Spine of the World, Alvin rested at a crooked place.
At least four hours had passed since the levitation technique was released.
Although the spell was still taking effect, the impact on Ivan's head was really painful.
As usual, he summoned his [Rubber Stick Technique]. The green short stick glowed particularly brightly in the darkness.
And the buzzing sound too.
"I don't know how long it will take. The nearest one took so long, so the priest and his men arrived much later than me..."
He cast [Treat Minor Injuries] on his forehead, howled a few times wantonly in the dark corridor, and then cast [Floatation] on himself, drifting forward staggeringly.
After an unknown amount of time, Alvin finally saw light ahead.
He ran forward excitedly... but apparently the spell was not that powerful. It only increased his speed from walking to running.
After a series of scrapes and collisions, Alvin finally flew out of the suspended hole and crashed into something cold and slippery.
"Ow—"
This was the wail that Alvin made as he landed on his butt.
"Roar--"
These were the angry roars of several creatures he had hit.
"I'll go, what is this?"
When Alvin came to his senses, he immediately stood up on the spot, stretched out his hand forward with quick reaction, and prepared to launch a magic machine gun.
The ones roaring in front of them were several dragons covered in white scales, with ferocious faces and huge bat wings... Western dragons!
If a five-clawed golden dragon appeared in front of him, Alvin would be very excited and would go forward to say a few words of greeting.
After all, you can't say for sure, that person might really be an old acquaintance from where you came from.
These big reptiles in front of me are ugly and drooling, with asymmetrical eyes. They are obviously very smart.
Just as the warrior Alvin was preparing to fight the evil dragon head-on, a heart-throbbing whisper was heard, interrupting Alvin's spell and making the white dragons crawl on the ground, trembling.
"Fus Ro Dah!"
Shaken by the sound that seemed to have been heard there, Alvin saw a figure taller than the white dragon slowly appearing in front of him.
……
"There are only 23 people left in the entire Frostbeard tribe now?"
Bol looked at the tall figure in front of him in disbelief. He didn't quite understand what kind of fierce conflict would reduce the number of Frost Giants to such a small extent.
Hejia didn't look back. She looked far ahead for a while, as if trying to determine the next direction.
"I thought you were used to seeing life and death down there, my half-blood brother."
After determining the direction, Hejia moved her long legs again, and Bol behind her jogged for several steps before she could barely catch up.
"Now you understand why I made it sound like the Frostbeard clan was going to be extinct...
Because that’s the reality.”
"I thought it was just..."
"Just what?"
Hega suddenly turned around and squatted, putting his huge head close to Bol's forehead, scaring the half-giant who ran down the mountain decades ago.
"If it was just a simple conflict, would Grandfather have sent me down the mountain to find you?
Do you think I would be so obedient if there wasn't any other way out?
Patiently play the ice hole digging game with you?"
It seemed that the anger that had been suppressed by this tall frost giant female warrior for decades completely erupted at this moment.
"Paul, I don't care what your last name is now, but don't forget...
It was Kimir who bullied you, causing you to run into the encirclement of the winter wolves alone;
It was Kimir who lifted the tents everywhere and finally brought a large group of people to rescue you!
Frostbeard doesn't just bully you, he also protects you!
I really don’t understand why my grandfather insisted that I bring you back after you ran away…”
Bol was still for a moment, and he didn't show any intention of moving until Hejia walked a long way away.
According to the time of the hybrid species, Bol is no longer a young man who has just reached adulthood.
Decades of druid career have enabled him to see and understand many things.
But he was unwilling to recall those things that happened to him.
It’s not that these memories are so unbearable, but there are some stories in them that I am afraid I don’t want to face now.
Suddenly, a horn sounded in the distance, like the roar of the earth. The low sound waves even caused the snow to resonate.
"This is……"
Although he had not returned to the Spine of the World for decades, Bol still recalled bit by bit what the horn meant.
"Hejia!"
Bol let out a loud cry, but Hejia obviously understood the message of the horn better than he did.
The frost giant warrior had already drawn his giant axe and rushed towards the Frostbeard clan.
The low horn sounded again, and this sound completely reminded Bol of its meaning:
The enemy has entered the settlement, let the young frost giants retreat first!
Paul threw away the half-broken wooden stick in his hand and began to unbutton his cloak one by one.
If it were in the past, a short mixed-race guy like me would be doomed to be of no help.
But that’s not necessarily the case now.
"You bastard, if I am fine this time, I will definitely find you first..."
Throwing his cloak on the snow, Paul quickly recited a syllable, and the muscles on his back began to swell and bulge, growing hard scales.
Then, two huge wings stretched out into the sky!