Chapter 511: Chapter 535: Reappearing Again Chapter 511: Chapter 535: Reappearing Again The Dwarf’s exclamation was not without reason. A giant rift divided the broad snow plain before them into two, with the fortress of the Frost Giant gods’ brothers towering on a cliff that jutted out at the edge of the rift. From a distance, the cliff seemed like a dagger thrust into the ground, and the fortress was the gemstone at the end of the dagger’s hilt. Attackers would have to start from the ‘dagger’s’ tip and make their way upwards, traversing a steep slope over a mile long to reach the fortress gates, all the while being vulnerable to long-range fire from the defenders.

By now, the bottom of the cliff had already gathered over a hundred Frost Giants, their cloaks and armors all marked with the blue-and-white double-edged axe emblem, which was the symbol of the Frost Giant god, Solheim. Kostcheqi’s minions, however, had completely abandoned the surrounding area, opting to hole up in the sturdy fortress, waiting at ease for the battle. Considering this was their home ground, it was a loss in terms of momentum, yet tactically, it was still a reasonable choice.

The Frost Giants amassed at the foot of the cliff seemed to be waiting for something but looked ready to launch an assault at any moment. This force, composed entirely of giants, was extremely awe-inspiring; it seemed like a scene straight out of a mythological story. Lancelot’s near seven-foot stature usually allowed him to stand out in most crowds, but even the shortest Frost Giant was as tall as three Human Knights. If their target was a fortress on an open plain, just their proficiency in hurling stones would be enough to reduce any defensive fortification to rubble.

Just then, on the northwest horizon, a squad of dozens appeared, all Frost Giants riding on massive mammoths, rapidly approaching the assembly on the plain.

Watching that squad, Lancelot’s eyebrows knitted together–because he clearly saw that riding at the front of the group was a Frost Giant with dazzling golden hair.

“Is that… the Frost Giant priestess we encountered before?” Alamir cast a puzzled look at Lancelot, “Didn’t you say that on the night we camped at the gates of Gorgiad, this female giant sought us out and was killed by you?”

“Absolutely, I even helped dig the pit and watched her body burn to clean ash,” Bruto immediately chimed in, “With such a distance, could you have confused her with another Frost Giant with yellow hair?”

“Um, I’m not sure, but she really does look alike,” Alamir shrugged, “Maybe they are related, like sisters or something?”

A spark of inspiration hit Lancelot’s mind, and he pulled out the eight-foot-long Great Axe from his Dimensional Bag, comparing it with the weapon of the newly appeared female Frost Giant.

“Look, your axe blade is crescent-shaped, hers is like a curved moon, completely different,” Bruto promptly pointed out the difference, “Don’t worry, she’s been turned to ashes. Even if Gertie is a very powerful priestess, she can’t just resurrect herself, can she?”

“But I feel it’s the same person.”

Lancelot looked again for a while still feeling uncertain, even suspecting if what Alamir said was true–did that Gertie, the Frost Giant, have a twin sister? Regardless of what the truth was, he had already taken some precautionary measures–the Guardian of the Frost Maiden was now stored in his Dimensional Bag, only taken out when needing to activate frost resistance. According to Tijana, this would significantly increase the difficulty of tracking it, and it was unlikely that believers could find their way to them just by sensing the Holy Relic.

The arrival of the female Frost Giant was met with enthusiastic cheers, and she began to deliver a speech to the gathered Frost Giants from atop a mammoth; even Lancelot, from this distance, couldn’t make out what she was saying–and even if he had heard her, he wouldn’t have understood. However, judging by the roars carried by the wind, it must have been some sort of rousing speech.

“Looks like they’re about to start fighting,” Bruto nudged Lancelot’s elbow, “Big bro, hurry up and open the door to the demi-plane.”

“What for, you want to hide in there?” Lancelot turned to the Dwarf in surprise, “We’re perfectly safe at this distance…”

“You think I’d miss that?” Bruto glared at him irritably, “I’m going to fetch a barrel of mead! Hurry up, the good show is about to begin!”

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Later, as each companion held a cup brimming with beer, the Frost Giants on the snowfield also began their charge toward the fortress atop the cliff. They formed squadrons of four, each Giant holding a Two-Handed Greatshield, advancing rapidly upward in a relatively loose formation.

Clearly, Lancelot and his companions were not the only ones keeping an eye on the situation; the Frost Giant guards loyal to the Abyssal Lord within the fortress sprang into action immediately. At least thirty Frost Giants began to hurl enormous rocks downward, each as large as a round table. Even a glancing blow could severely injure a Human Knight clad in Plate Armor, not to mention a direct hit might result in instant death, with no chance to pass their armor on to their offspring.

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Normally, Frost Giants use stones less than a foot in diameter as throwing weapons, as using overly heavy stones significantly reduces their range and frequency of attack. But at this moment, the defenders had a massive terrain advantage: they only needed to throw the stones a short distance, and gravity and slope would do the rest of the work for them.

In fact, the path leading to the fortress was deliberately shaped convex at the sides and concave in the middle to keep the rolling boulders as much as possible on the attackers’ path. The stones gathered speed on the way down, occasionally popping up due to their irregular shapes, then crashing down heavily again. By the time those stones reached the charging Frost Giants, their kinetic energy had built up to a terrifying extent.

The Frost Giants at the forefront were not foolish enough to stand still and wait. They carefully watched for the boulders rolling from above and adjusted their positions in time to dodge. In reality, the leading Frost Giants were almost entirely unscathed by the first wave of rolling boulders, but those in the middle and back of the line were not so lucky. Their vision was blocked, and by the time they realized the boulders were close, it was too late. Moreover, the relatively dense formation restricted their movement, and they had no choice but to raise their Shields, attempting to face the rolling boulders head-on.

The result was, of course, disastrous. The boulders easily shattered those Shields, with the crisp sound of breaking audible from afar, and the Frost Giants behind the Shields were reduced to an indistinct mass of flesh on the ground, akin to candles that had been rolled over by a red-hot iron ball. Sometimes, it took the sacrifice of three Frost Giants for the fourth one to barely stop a boulder, pushing it off the sides of the cliff.

“Just by the spectacle before us, this adventure was worth it,” Bruto took a big gulp of the golden honey mead, casually wiping his beard that got wet by accident, “Lancelot, shall we make a bet on how many Frost Giants will make it to the fortress gates? I swear on my beard, no more than ten!”