There are a total of eight Hill Giants.
They are all adult males, with no won or children, not even the old, weak, sick, or disabled.
Hegel stood beside Duncan, seeming to ponder, using his brain, and said solemnly, "They are all warriors!"
Fanny was treating him beside Hegel; this Love Priest seed a bit taken by his heroic presence.
The injuries on Duncan’s body were not very visible because his regeneration ability was taking effect, slowly restoring the life bar bit by bit, and it was now nearly two-thirds restored.
"Hmm." Duncan nodded faintly, wiping the blood and brains off his grandfather.
Others were moving things out, all loot snatched from the hands of Dwarves and humans, including an altar at the very back, which dedicated a Demigod Giant’s Shen Kan, already shattered by Duncan’s axe.
Hegel suddenly turned his head, gazing at Duncan, and said, "Quinn, you are the smartest among us."
It was the first ti he actively praised the human form.
Hegel pondered for a while, looking hesitant, and slowly said, "Are we nearly killing off all the Hill Giants here?"
Duncan looked up in surprise at the words, his expression even sowhat bewildered.
He never expected that Hegel would actually use his brain! Even able to think of such deep questions!
A mont of silence.
Duncan sighed softly and said, "They shouldn’t be all dead, but the last warriors are probably here."
"The old, weak, won, and children may have already migrated to other places."
In past life gaming, doing RPG tasks.
In such situations, a certain race in a region usually suffered a devastating blow, and whichever side the protagonist group helps gains an absolute advantage. Hegel’s reputation lies with the Hill Dwarves, but if he had good relations with the giants, it might be a group of barbarians helping the giants repel the dwarves.
But doing so would an facing even stronger Dwarf defenders.
Upon hearing this, Hegel fell silent. He didn’t know what he was thinking, appearing to ponder like a sage, and slowly said, "When I was fighting it, I felt its fighting spirit."
"Full of hatred, unwillingness, anger, and despair!"
"Like a Northern Land wolf about to starve to death."
Duncan stood up and patted Hegel on the shoulder, worthy of being a pre-Mythical hero, with such rapid growth. Barbarians never think much before cutting people, but he had learned to think independently.
The so-called glory is actually slaughter and conquest, not really about good or evil.
Because the victor defines good and evil.
Barbaric Era.
Good and evil weren’t so absolute back then; everything was for survival. Human territories were wrested during the Dark Ages.
Slaying dragons, slaying giants, slaying lizardn, slaying toadn, slaying snake-n, slaying dark creatures, slaying ancient monsters, and so forth.
Mythical Era heroes expanded territories, leading to the present human realms.
anwhile.
In the distance from the Grizzly Hills, on a desolate land, a Giant tribe of thirty to forty mbers was migrating to the northern tundra. The leading Giant Shaman was very old, hunched over, holding a bone staff akin to obsidian.
Suddenly, the bone pendant in its hand emitted a whooshing wind sound, and the aged Giant froze on the spot, then silently grasped the ancestral ritual artifact.
A desolate murmur rang out.
The Giant Shaman chanted an ancient epic of the Dark Ages, a funeral song, from when giants once dominated the earth, and their only enemies were powerful giant dragons. Countless Giant heroes yearned for the title of ’Dragon Slayer.’
"Gael is dead..."
"He was killed by a group of Barbarian warriors from the Great Snow Mountain to the north."
This Giant Shaman shook his head and sighed; he couldn’t persuade the young heroes to accept the changes of the era because heroes themselves never yield to the era.
Heroes only die on the path of battle!
The other giants also issued a series of mournful lants; a younger Giant hunter reached out to take the staff passed to him by the Shaman, becoming the leader of the entire Giant tribe from now on.
He was to lead the remaining tribesn to the distant tundra and root them to survive there.
Dark Ages.
The heroes sung in Giant epics once fought like human heroes, conquering the whole world to create a large territory. But now, maybe only the last Sea Giant kingdom still survives, constantly harassed by the Sea Demon Fish and Deep Sea Giant.
Southern Hill Giants gradually faded.
As the Stone Thrower Gael was slain, the last Legendary hero of this Hill Giants perished, and their surviving tribesn would flee this land, which would beco the domain of humans and dwarves in the future.
After the death of the last bloodline of the Demigod Giant Earth Splitter Dogos, His divine seat also began to waver.
The tribe weakened, the bloodline perished.
The exiling Hill Giants could no longer maintain their worship of Him; maybe He could rise again, but He would most likely beco a divine-like power crushed by the current era’s torrent.
When He becos weak, wolves in the wilderness will swarm!
This is a grand era of contention, a hundred races vying for supremacy.
The end of the Dark Ages was carved out by the alliance of humans, elves, and dwarves.
The formation of the adventurer party’s Triangle was an ancient contract from the ancient era.
Kings of humans, kings of dwarves, and elven forefathers forged an ancient agreent to end the Dark Ages under the witness of the gods.
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