Chapter 495: Chapter 519: Camp Reconnaissance Chapter 495: Chapter 519: Camp Reconnaissance “Encampment?” Alamir asked curiously, “Wasn’t there supposed to be an entity here that even Kostcheqi finds troublesome? How can there be a Frost Giants’ encampment?”

“That’s what we need to figure out next.” Lancelot slightly leaned out from behind the boulder, but he could only see the tops of a few tents from this angle, “We are a bit too far away; we need to get closer…”

“That might not be such a good idea,” old Reap suppressed his voice, speaking softly in opposition, “In fact, we are already within the throwing range of the Frost Giants. Unless we are sure we want to attack that camp, we shouldn’t get any closer.”

“Is that so…” Lancelot scratched his head, the ceaseless wind and snow here strongly disturbed nature’s spiritual energy, and his Spiritual Sight was not very useful at this distance.

“Well… I can transform into a bat and fly over there…” Little Isha timidly spoke up, “The Frost Giants probably won’t notice me, and even if they did, it would be hard for them to hit such a tiny bat with a thrown rock.”

“My Arcane Eye could also be useful.” Kalalin suggested another option, “Although I can only use a Fourth Circle Spell once a day, the only Fourth Circle spell I know is this one. The advantage is that it isn’t limited by distance, and I can relay the situation to you in real time during the observation, making sure we don’t miss any details.”

“Hmm, yours might be more convenient,” Lancelot nodded, “But while we focus on that encampment, we must also be cautious of our surroundings. Little Isha, could you fly up high and watch if any enemies are approaching us? Won’t it be too cold up there?”

“No problem! After all, I am an Undead, so this level of cold is nothing to me, not to mention I am blessed by the Goddess of Ice.” Little Isha gave Lancelot a happy smile, her body subtly swayed, and in a flash of fleeting light, she transformed into a tiny bat and landed on the Human Knight’s shoulder.

“If you find anything unusual, come down immediately and tell us.”

Lancelot turned his head, instructing the little bat on his shoulder, who, although unable to respond, nodded vigorously twice to show her understanding. Then, she flapped her wings and flew up into the sky, quickly turning into a tiny black dot. At the same time, Kalalin activated the spell scroll storing the Arcane Eye, summoning a magical eyeball.

The Scholar waited a moment until the eyeball became completely transparent, then began controlling it to fly toward the nearby Giant encampment.

“I’m approaching the encampment now, wow, it’s really huge!” Kalalin’s eyes were tightly closed as he described the scene to everyone, “Around the perimeter of the encampment, there’s a ring made of thick logs forming a wall, and inside, smaller fences divide the area into three sections. One of these is an animal pen, housing three very large Winter Wolves… Of course, they aren’t as large as Reap in his transformed state, nor as good-looking in terms of fur, and they seem much fiercer than Reap…”

“Cough cough!” The Werewolf coughed awkwardly twice, “I mean… thanks, but can you focus on other areas of the encampment?”

“Sorry, sorry, your transformed appearance just left a deep impression on me… Another section isn’t very large either; it has five sheds containing…” The Scholar paused for a moment, “a large number of bodies. There are those of wild beasts and… sentient beings as well. I didn’t see any bloodstains on the ground, which suggests this spot is merely a storage site, and these bodies were killed elsewhere.”

“How many bodies are there?”

“Enough to fill the entire first floor of Kai-Oine’s hall.” Kalalin looked as though a Dog-headed Plumber was working inside his stomach, “Either we have underestimated the number of Frost Giants in the camp, or these bodies are used for some other purpose. Two of the sheds are empty, and I also saw some carts, perhaps the Frost Giants in the camp drag the bodies to some other place?”

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“We’ll figure that out,” Lancelot nodded, “What about the last area? Do the Frost Giants live there?”

“Yes, the last area is the largest and situated the highest, bordered by a cliff. I saw four tents, each housing a Frost Giant… wait, there are also two smaller tents hidden in the corner, with… Ogres lying inside?”

“That’s not surprising,” Alamir commented from the side. “Giants indeed allow large-sized species like Ogres and Trolls to live with them, though these beings hold a very low status in Giant society, slightly better than slaves…”

“What about us?” Bruto interrupted, “What do Elves, Humans, and Dwarves mean to the Giants?”

“Food, thieves, despicable beings who rely on plots and schemes to steal territories from the ancient Giant Empire.” Alamir shrugged. “Giants have a unique set of moral values. In their language, there are two key words, ‘Mog’ and ‘Mote,’ used to describe whether something aligns with the Giants’ ‘virtues.’ The taller and stronger a being is, the more ‘Mote’ they are. To them, all of us under ten feet tall are utterly ‘Mog.’
“Pah, those Giants have no shame!” Bruto was quite indignant. “When they come down from the mountains to raid towns and farms, how comes they don’t feel ‘Mog’ then?”

“That’s because Giants have unique moral values,” Alamir shrugged. “Raiding is seen as very ‘Giant-like,’ so it’s considered a ‘Mote’ action.”

“What are those Giants up to?” Lancelot brought the conversation back on track, “What about their weapons and armor?”

“Three Frost Giants are sleeping, wearing armor patched together with metal plates and wild beast pelts, and their weapons are huge wooden clubs, bone Warhammers. Another is in his tent, sharpening his axe, and his equipment looks noticeably better; that Battle Axe is as big as a cartwheel…”

“Any that look like Spellcasters?”

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“No,” Kalalin immediately replied, “I’m certain of it.”

“Feels like we’re in for a fight,” Bruto grew restless upon hearing this, “Lancelot, should we raid this camp? I promise to leave you one alive…”

Just then, a loud, malicious roar filled everyone’s ears, as if several evil mouths were roaring in unison.

“What’s that?” Bruto was the first to grab his hammer, and the others reacted similarly. Lancelot’s brows furrowed deeply; the moment the roar sounded, his Spirit Perception detected a terrifying presence, its strength much like that of a nameless one under Barlow Flame Demon state, completely surpassing his sensory limit.

If someone claimed at that moment that it was Prince Kostcheqi of Wrath himself, Lancelot might have believed it.