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 previous battle, even had a sickly red color surging upwards from his neck.

Ron and Victoria looked towards 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 vigilance might come from the sensitivity of the caster, or it might come from a warning from 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 level."

"Therefore, every giant who possesses such abilities enjoys an unparalleled high status in their respective tribes, and their own strength should not be underestimated."

"I didn't expect to meet you here." Ron narrowed his eyes, flipping the pages of the book "Preface to Weaving" beside him.

"Sera, come back first."

"Wait for me two seconds!" The barbarian's hoarse roar came from the front, accompanied by a green sword light falling from the sky where snowflakes were flying. Sera dragged the Canglan Grip, turned around and ran back here.

Behind them was the corpse of a giant lying dejectedly in the snow.

"That's what you call 'enough'!" Driver's sharp sneer penetrated the cold mist in the cold wind, irritating the strong but fragile nerves of the frost giant who had just intervened in the situation.

Ever since he mastered rune magic, his rank in the tribe has risen rapidly with pure power. Until today, no creature has ever dared to humiliate him in public like this!
Is this a humiliation to him? This is a humiliation to the entire race! No, these people of his are nothing! He is humiliating their god, the great Solem!

A goblin! Just a goblin! A jelly bean! How dare it!
"Boom boom—" A loud earth-shaking sound came from the cold fog, and a big hand grabbed the thick layer of magic fog from the inside and tore it to the side. A giant, a giant who was more burly and uglier than his fellow tribesmen who had just died and the brothers and sisters standing behind him, drove his big blue muscles and took a step towards the town of Fromm.

Unlike most of the tribesmen who only had a small piece of mammoth skin to cover their bodies, countless metal armors or shields originally worn by other creatures were roughly mixed and spread out, and after simple processing, they were assembled into a set of 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; in his other hand, he held up a magic rune suspended in the air, emitting a chilling chill.

Several wolf howls sounded beside him. Four wolf howls that looked like the winter wolves in Sera's story, but were actually larger than winter wolves and elemental creatures made of frost, galloped back and forth in the snow around their master, 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!"

"Yal! Yar! Yar!"

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

"It, it just... didn't make a move..." Victor closed his eyes in despair, "Ron, Victoria, run quickly, it's still not too late, it, you can't beat it!" "What is it?" Ron looked down at Victor. He leaned forward slightly and barely heard the nouns uttered by Victor's lips:

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

As their title suggests, iceshapers can use the raw energy of air and water to shape frost for attack and defense in battle. They can summon ice elementals in wolf form and shape armor made of frost to protect their bodies - and can turn it into deadly ice shards. These giants who are obviously stronger than their peers can quickly become the "Yar" they are hailed as, meaning leader, and some less high-profile individuals may become advisors to the Yar, serving as the hidden real power holders 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 influence of frost, were slightly closed. He glanced at Sera, who was much shorter than him, and Ron and others who were 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, this is true. He once challenged the Eternals and fought with adult white dragons. Each of his great achievements was accomplished amid countless cheers and shouts. He came this far and stood at the forefront and top of the tribe.

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

"I said, enough," the frost giant ice-shaper looked at Sera, and his voice, like thunder, covered up his poor common language. "Didn't you hear me?"

"Who do you think you are, my mother?" Sera grinned and tilted her head to look at the big man in front of her. "Not bad, stronger than 'Hill'. You look like you can fight, don't you?"

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

Maybe something like "You look smarter than that idiot from the next village, don't you?"

How can we compare them with those dirty, smelly things that only know how to eat!

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

"You said it yourself!" Sera gritted her teeth, her momentum rising.

"Glom! Please bear witness!"

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