Mage Joan

On the ground, including General Jumonville, everyone's attention was attracted by this big ship sailing from the remote quicksand lake in the south. I didn't pay attention to the sky and a pair of sharp eyes stared at myself.

In fact, this is irrelevant.

Now that the warships from Black Castle have arrived on the battlefield, it is only a matter of time before the fall of the Fortress of Nisesi. No matter how thorough the intelligence work on the side of Alfheim can't change this destiny.

After the magic warship stopped, a handrail was dropped on the starboard side. A group of fire giant samurai dressed in black armor and sloping giant swords disembarked in sequence along the escalator.

These aborigines from the southern volcanic area of ​​Musbelheim were the giant fire mercenaries specially invited by General Jumonville.

The color and eyes of the fire giant are dark red like carbon fire, and the hair is mostly bright orange, with an average height of 16 feet and an weight of more than 7000 pounds.

In contrast, even if the human soldiers on the opposite side are riding on horseback, they are barely flush with the waist of the fire giant, and their weight is 30 to 40 times different. The difference between the comparison is like a strong man for young children, it is no wonder that fire The giant mercenaries showed a hint of contempt in the eyes of the group of "dwarfs."

"Fire giants" naturally love hot environments, and most of them live in volcanic areas where lava flows. Their special physique ensures that they will not be scalded even if they take off their clothes and bathe in lava.

Out of love for flame and steel, the Fire Giants generally have two traditions.

One is advocating forging craftsmanship, especially good at building armor and weapons; the second is advocating advocating martial spirit and ****.

Based on such a national tradition, the widely respected class in the Huoju society is the "craftsman" who creates weapons and the "warrior" who uses weapons. If they do not work as blacksmiths, they will serve as mercenaries.

The aristocrats who are at the top of the ranks in the Hulk society mostly have superior talents in the two fields of "artisan" and "warrior". They can forge exquisite armor and sharp swords with a pair of clever hands, and they can also When necessary, equip your forged armor and weapons to fight the enemy, otherwise it will be difficult to convince the crowd.

The fire giants have passed on from generation to generation not only the superb craftsmanship, but also the prestigious martial arts.

Unlike other low-order giants who advocate primitive wildness-such as "Frosty Giant" and "Hill Giant"-Fire Giants advocate order and are extremely self-disciplined.

With natural strength and strength, even without professional training is enough to bully other weak races. However, the fire giant regards this concept of unpredictable and old-fashioned as depravity and shame.

All fire giants, men and women, must regularly participate in militarization training from the beginning of their memories. They have been practicing their martial arts for many years. At the same time, they have been instilled in the barracks the **** thought of unconditionally obeying military discipline and unconditionally executing superior orders.

Most of the fire giant warriors who came out of the "Scout Training Camp" like this have become a "tool of war" for a thousand people, siege and destroy the high-efficiency machines that kill and plunder.

There are more than 300 such "war tools" under the command of the "Lord of the Black Castle", Bilester, and one-third of them followed him on a magic warship to the Brass Pass to accept the employment of General Jumonville.

One hundred fire giant mercenaries got off the battleship, and separated into two teams guarding on both sides of the ramp, squinting expressionlessly, like a group of cast iron statues.

At this time, heavy footsteps came from the deck, and a tall and burly figure appeared on the escalator.

This person is taller than other fire giants, also wearing black steel breastplates, but not wearing a helmet, with a hair color of gold and red, as if the rising sun is shining, I don’t know whether it is intentionally burned or born, every hair They are all curled like springs, draped over their shoulders, fluttering in the wind, quite chic.

This fire giant mercenary leader who claims to be the "Lord of the Black Castle" has been in Mosbelheim for half a century.

The life span of the fire giant is much longer than that of humans, and it can live to about 350 years on average, so it is difficult to speculate its age through appearance.

If it is measured by human standards, Biester looks no more than 30 or 40 years old. His angular face is filled with a fiery red bushy beard, giving the impression of being savage and wild and energetic.

"I didn't expect you to come in person, Your Excellency Billister. It was a great honor." General Jumonville greeted the gangway and bowed his greetings.

Bi Lei proudly nodded his head, and the following words showed anxiety in his heart: "Lord General, did you bring that good thing we said?"

"Of course, Your Excellency, please." General Jumonville took a sheepskin scroll from the storage bag and passed it.

The Lord of the Fire Giant stretched out his hand and seemed to be worried that his scorching body temperature would damage the scroll. Then he withdrew his hand again, took out a pair of black gloves woven from some unknown material and put it on to isolate the body temperature. Afterwards, he took the scroll and unfolded it carefully.

The sheepskin scroll is about a foot wide, and it is particularly small in the giant palm of the fire giant.

Bilister took a closer look at the map depicted on the scroll, his eyebrows clenched, and his eyes were angry: "General Jumonville, why is this map only half!"

"The other half is here with me. When you help me destroy the fortress, you will get all the maps of the Fafnir Cave. Then you can go to the depths of the Nitaiheide desert and look for the ancient magic dragon guard. Treasure." General Jumonville replied quietly.

The mercenary leader snorted with a sneer and pressed down with displeasure, turned to look at the fortress on the hill pointed out by General Jumonville, his eyes changed from curiosity to contempt.

"Your Excellency, you invited us far away, just to demolish this poor...I don't bother to call it a "fortress", at best it is just a shack."

"That fortress may be vulnerable in your eyes, but yesterday it caused a lot of trouble for my troops." General Jumonville smiled bitterly.

"My Excellency Biester, I heard that the Fire Giant mercenaries are the best at siege. In your experience, how long will it take to take down the fortress where the enemy troops are stationed?" Antonioni couldn't help but interject. .

Biester smiled sneerly and didn't answer his question, as if he thought it was too naive to be taken seriously.

Calling a mercenary, he whispered a few words, and then turned back to General Jumonville:

"The next thing will be handed over to my men. If you are willing to help, collect some stones suitable for throwing. The weight is preferably about 100 pounds. If you are too lazy to intervene, go back to sleep!"

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