Chapter 408 Fire Giant Mercenaries

On the ground, including General Jumonville, everyone's attention was attracted by the big ship sailing from the quicksand lake in the far south, and they didn't notice that there was a pair of sharp eyes staring at him in the sky.

In fact, it doesn't matter anymore.

Now that the warships from Fort Black had arrived on the battlefield, it was only a matter of time before the fortress of Nissei fell. No matter how thorough the intelligence work of Alfheim's side was, it could not change this fateful outcome.

After the magic warship came to a complete stop, an escalator descended from the starboard side, and a group of fire giant warriors in black armor and slanted giant swords got off the ship one by one along the escalator.

These aborigines from the volcanic area south of Muspelheim are the fire giant mercenaries specially invited by General Jumonville.

The skin color and pupils of the fire giants are dark red like carbon fire, and the hair is mostly bright orange-yellow. The average height reaches an exaggerated 16 feet, and the weight exceeds 7000 pounds.

In contrast, even if the human soldiers on the opposite side were riding on horseback, they were barely at the same level as the fire giant's waist, and their weights were 30 to 40 times different. There was a hint of contempt in the eyes of the giant mercenary looking at the group of "dwarves" opposite.

"Fire giants" love hot environments by nature, and most of them live in volcanic areas where lava flows. Their special physique ensures that they will not be burned even if they take off their clothes and take a bath in the magma.

Out of love for fire and steel, fire giants generally have two traditions.

One is advocating forging technology, especially good at making armor and weapons; the other is advocating martial spirit and fighting spirit.

Based on such a national tradition, the widely respected class in the fire giant society is the "craftsman" who creates weapons and the "samurai" who use weapons. If they are not blacksmiths, they make a living as mercenaries.

Most of the aristocratic class at the top of the order in the fire giant society have superior talents in the two fields of "craftsman" and "samurai". They can not only forge exquisite armor and sharp swords with a pair of skillful hands, but also When necessary, equip your own forged armor and weapons to fight the enemy, otherwise it will be difficult to convince the crowd.

The fire giants have passed down from generation to generation not only the superb craftsmanship, but also the well-known martial arts.

Completely different from other low-order giant races who advocate primitive wildness—such as "frost giants" and "hill giants"—fire giants advocate order and are extremely self-disciplined.

With their natural physique and strength, even without professional training, they can bully other weak races. However, the fire giants regard this concept of not thinking about making progress and eating their own money as a decadence and shame.

All fire giants, regardless of gender, have to participate in military training regularly since they can remember, honing their martial arts for many years.

Most of the fire giant warriors who came out of the "boy scout training camp" like this have become "tools of war" that are unique to thousands of people, efficient machines for attacking cities, destroying formations, burning, killing, and looting.

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

A hundred fire giant mercenaries disembarked from the warship, and stood in two teams on both sides of the gangway, with expressionless faces and unwavering eyes, like a group of cast steel statues.

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

This person is taller than other fire giants, also wearing a black steel breastplate, but not a helmet, and his hair is golden red, shining like the rising sun. They are all rolled up like springs, draped over the shoulders, blowing in the wind, quite chic.

The fire giant mercenary chief who called himself "Lord of Blackcastle" had been in Muspelheim for half a century.

The lifespan of fire giants is much longer than that of humans, with an average lifespan of about 350 years, so it is difficult to guess their age from their appearance.

If measured by human standards, Beilester looks only thirty or forty years old, with a sharp-edged face and a thick red beard, giving people the impression of being fierce, wild and energetic.

"I didn't expect you to come here in person, Your Excellency Billest. It's a great honor." General Jumonville greeted the gangway and bowed.

Bi Lester nodded arrogantly in return, and the next words revealed the anxiety in his heart: "Your Excellency, General, have you brought the thing we agreed upon?"

"Of course, please have a look, Your Excellency." General Jumonville took out a sheepskin scroll from his storage bag and handed it over.

The fire giant lord stretched out his hand to take it, as if he was worried that his scorching body temperature would damage the scroll, so he withdrew his hand again, took out a pair of black gloves made of unknown material and put them on to insulate the body temperature, took the scroll afterward, and unfolded it carefully.

The sheepskin scroll is about one foot wide, and it looks very small in the fire giant's wide palm.

Billest looked carefully at the map depicted on the scroll, his brows were frowned, and anger appeared in his eyes: "General Jumonville, why is this map only half!"

"The other half is here with me. When you help me destroy that fortress, you can get all the maps of Fafnir Cave. Then you can go to the depths of the Nitaiheid desert to find the ancient dragon guard treasure." General Jumonville replied calmly.

The mercenary leader snorted coldly, suppressed his displeasure, and turned to look at the fort on the hill that General Jumonville pointed out, his eyes gradually changed from curiosity to contempt.

"Your Excellency, you invited us all the way here just to demolish this poor... I don't even bother to call it a 'fortress', it's nothing more than a shack."

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

"Your Excellency Billest, I heard that fire giant mercenaries are best at attacking cities. Based on your experience, how long will it take to capture the fortress that the enemy is stationing?" Antonioni couldn't help but interjected. .

Billest smiled coldly and didn't answer his question, as if he felt that this kind of question was too naive to be taken seriously.

He beckoned a mercenary, whispered a few words, then turned around and said to General Jumonville:

"Let's leave the next thing to my subordinates. If you are willing to help, go and collect some stones suitable for throwing. The weight should be around 100 pounds. If you are too lazy to intervene, go back to sleep!"