The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 938 - 67: How Many Giants Are There for One Meal?_2

Chapter 938: Chapter 67: How Many Giants Are There for One Meal?_2

"I don’t think so."

The Old Frost Giant shook his head and responded faintly,

"Thousands of years ago, the Frost Giant Clan, the Mountain Giant Clan, and the Fire Giant Clan took advantage of the Divine War between the Asa Divine Race and the Warner Divine Race to jointly attack Midgard, seeking to take back control of the world. But in the end, they were utterly defeated, and even the Fire Giant King Surtr was sealed away."

"How could this happen?" The Young Frost Giant was astounded.

"Because of one person."

As the ancient memories surged in his brain, the Old Frost Giant’s eyes revealed traces of fear, and he muttered, fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"His name is Loki, the God of Fire and Deceit, as well as the Blood-brother to Odin. It was because of him that even the combined forces of the Frost Giants, Mountain Giants, and Fire Giants couldn’t break through Midgard and march into the Immortal Palace."

"Sss, that legendary Giant Slayer?"

Upon hearing this name, the Young Frost Giant couldn’t help but suck in a breath of cold air.

Although he was born too late to have met the Fire God Loki himself, he had grown up listening to terrifying stories about this Evil God.

Legend has it that this Giant Slayer was more ferocious and gluttonous than the Black Dragon King Nidhogg, consuming three hundred Frost Giants, three hundred Fire Giants, and three hundred Mountain Giants a day; and when in a bad mood, he would add a Giant King as a side dish to his drink...

"It is said that he has recently returned. A while ago, he went to the Dwarf Country, slew over a thousand dragons, brought disaster to the Dwarf King’s son and daughter, and even broke the legs of the Poetry God Bragi."

Hearing the Old Frost Giant’s sinister reply, the Young Frost Giant couldn’t help shivering.

"Who’s there? Come out!"

The Old Frost Giant who was casually chatting suddenly bellowed, raising his Long Spear towards two small figures that approached unnoticed from the wilderness.

The Young Frost Giant next to him was startled, frantically brandishing his Long Spear and converting ice and snow into Armor to wrap himself tightly.

"Don’t be nervous, we come in peace. We heard that Lafei Your Majesty has recently taken the throne and have come to visit today. If it’s convenient, please deliver the message."

A gentle voice came, seemingly carrying a calming power within it.

The Young Frost Giant subconsciously nodded, ready to return to the city, but was held back by the Old Frost Giant’s hand.

Such a disgrace...

The Old Frost Giant internally scorned the greenhorn for completely losing his judgement due to overreacting, then, drawing upon the composure and dignity of a veteran, looked down imperiously at the two visitors who had reached the City Gate, preparing to first ascertain their identities before deciding how to handle the situation.

However, as his gaze fell on the face of the male visitor among the pair, the Old Frost Giant’s pupils dilated sharply, with his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.

A moment later, he solemnly patted the Young Frost Giant’s shoulder, forcing a stiff smile on his aged face:

"Keep an eye on them, I’ll handle the notification."

Having said that, without waiting for the Young Frost Giant to respond, he dashed towards the Royal Palace like an arrow released from a bow at a speed rarely seen by the Young Frost Giant.

As that figure rapidly vanished from sight, the Young Frost Giant, confused, scratched his head and then looked at the couple before him with curiosity:

"Are you humans?"

"Hmm, from Midgard."

Luo En smiled and nodded, admitting it quite naturally.

Both he and Brynhild had human lineage, grew up in the Mortal World, and thus belonged to humanity, quite naturally.

Upon confirming the visitors’ race, the Young Frost Giant relaxed a bit, straightening his back somewhat, and neck sizing the two of them up:

"Being able to push through the Jotunheim’s blizzards and strong winds to make it to Etheregar City alive, you do have some strength."

Luo En smiled noncommittally and gradually found out about Thor’s situation by asking about the recent state of Etheregar City.

——As expected, nephew had a mishap...

Luo En was not surprised to learn of this outcome.

The Giant Clan is one of the oldest races of the Nordic God Era, once world dominators. Although their power has been diminished over many iterations, and they’re not as strong as before, a starving camel is still bigger than a horse. The Giants still have many masters capable of arm-wrestling with the Asa Divine Race.

Even Odin at his peak would have to think twice about wiping out the Giant Clan, not to mention Thor, whose strength is still far from his peak.

But a mishap might be for the best.

This kid just got a bit capable and dared to charge into the Giant Country alone, claiming he would level the Frost Giant Clan, plain crazy. Letting him take a hit and temper his temper a bit will mean less trouble in the future.

As Luo En was quietly pondering, the clanking sound of Armor Plates screeching like waves approached.

Thousands of Frost Giants clad in Frost Armor, wielding great axes, staffs, Long Spears, and Bow and Arrow, crossed the empty streets en masse, reaching the City Gate in a formidable array, setting up their Shields, drawing their Longbows, and constructing Spells, presenting themselves as if faced with a formidable enemy.

Leading them was the previously dispatched Old Frost Giant to deliver the message.

"What’s all this for?" The Young Frost Giant, seeing such a lineup, couldn’t help but be bewildered.

But the Old Frost Giant ignored the youngster, strode out of the City Gate, swallowed hard, and reverently said:

"Lafei Your Majesty invites you to the Royal Palace."

Luo En smiled and nodded, following the Old Frost Giant towards the Royal Palace alongside Brynhild.

As the three figures receded into the distance, the surrounding Frost Giant Soldiers let out a long sigh of relief, their hearts still racing as they relaxed their defensive stance.

Seeing this, the Young Frost Giant felt somewhat puzzled: