The fall of the gods led to the suppression of their followers, who were hunted down, enslaved, and persecuted by the forces supported by the gods.
The once-prosperous race of giants was torn apart and on the verge of destruction due to internal strife and external threats.
It is worth mentioning that giants were very popular in the slave markets of Middle-earth, and slaves with giant blood were especially favored by noblewomen and socialites.
"Giants City, no wonder it has that name, because this is their self-built home."
Khrushchev suddenly realized what was going on and deduced the answer based on a single clue.
A group of wolf riders dug for Soul Gold and discovered a passage inside.
So, Khrush first sent someone to inform the city lord, who had gone to play in the snow, while Blood Raven led a group of people to explore further ahead.
Crystals were scattered all along the way, stunning and beautiful, radiating a soft glow.
On the ground, there were not only human skeletons, but also the remains of orcs and monsters.
Surprisingly, the surface of the remains was covered with a layer of pale golden crystals, which were carefully extracted by knowledgeable individuals.
At this moment, Khrushchev's expression softened.
He realized that the people killed by the Allied forces earlier were the descendants of the Mountain Giants.
"Found it."
Amidst the swirling snowflakes, Xiao Han, his hand enveloped in blood-red flames, surrounded and annihilated a wriggling earthworm.
"The Demon Eye cannot detect it, but based on its attributes, it must be a rare treasure of the Thunder Path."
Xiao Han was overjoyed and laughed loudly as he pocketed the terrified, worm-shaped lightning bolt.
Your luck is about to explode, and everything will go smoothly.
After a natural disaster, rare treasures were born. He stumbled upon this one-in-a-million chance, a stroke of luck comparable to winning the lottery and then being hit by a car and killed on his way to claim the prize.
"Purple Lightning and Azure Frost do not necessarily require the finest rare treasures to be combined."
"Currently, this rare treasure born from the tribulation of lightning, according to the inheritance, can be integrated into the sword-drawing technique to increase its lethality by one grade."
“Practicing sword skills and tempering one’s essence, energy and spirit will accelerate the development of the sword path seed. Once the sword aura is developed, it marks the first stage of the sword path entering the realm of perfection... As expected of the cultivation system, the realm of perfection has already emerged.”
Amidst the awe-inspiring gazes of the crowd, Xiao Han stood atop the castle's spire, his eyes flashing, lightning crackling beneath his feet, emanating a violent energy.
Although no one knows what the city lord is doing up there, he gives everyone a sense of awe and power.
Perhaps we could greet Thor and invite him to dinner.
"Elmi's swordsmanship is amazing, which is largely due to this lineage."
"If I hadn't stolen this inheritance, but instead killed him, would the inheritance have appeared on its own?"
"Wait a minute, since the lightning tribulation is a natural disaster that gives birth to rare treasures of the lightning path, then wouldn't the winter tribulation give birth to rare treasures of the ice path?"
Xiao Han pondered for a moment, then his figure disappeared above.
"Search! Keep searching! I am the chosen one (experience), and the path to immortality is within reach."
...
The sky was ablaze with fire, the clouds were ablaze with golden light, and the endless rays of the setting sun burst forth.
A misty haze hangs in the air, and towering peaks rise one after another, their verdant slopes glistening like a clear spring, flowing gently.
The mountains are covered with lush trees and shrouded in green mist, creating a dazzling and colorful landscape, as if carved from jade.
"boom!"
A clear pool of water, bathed in the glow of the sunset, is filled with lotus blossoms, which take root and bloom, releasing a misty haze.
In the next instant, the white jade bridge spanned the void, resting on the pool of water, where the blue waves rippled and the moon's reflection was hazy.
The shrine, the Twenty-Four Bridges, under the bright moon.
"call!"
A strong wind rolled in, stirring up shimmering waves on the water.
On the bridge, three figures landed on a spot on the mountain peak.
"Cough cough, I almost threw up. Mulan's driving skills are terrible."
One of them changed out of his armor, wearing a black robe, with a domineering and awe-inspiring expression.
But the next second, his composure crumbled, Xiang Yu's face changed, turning ashen. He pressed himself against a green vine tree and vomited, producing a rainbow waterfall of vomit.
"You're just too bad, little brother."
One of them wore a moon-white robe, held a white jade fan, and had a refined and calm demeanor, exuding elegance and extraordinary temperament.
Fu Qing waved his fan, narrowed his eyes, and said sarcastically.
"Let's go, Lady Ziyou is still waiting for us."
One of them was dressed in a red robe, with a kind face, but a hint of sinister ruthlessness lurked in his eyes.
He glanced disdainfully at the cardinal's robes, and his lips twitched as he met the strange looks from his two companions.
The three tidied themselves up and then went into the mountains.
Ahead, petals fall in profusion, a shower of blossoms.
A stream flows gently past the peach grove and into a small lake, with rows of thousand-year-old peach trees lining the shore.
Peach blossoms fluttered in the air, turning the entire lake pink, and the glistening petals fell like rain, creating a scene resembling a fairyland.
Of course, that's not the point.
The clear lake is adorned with cascading clouds and waterfalls, their spray shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight.
Several beautiful young women were bathing, their black hair flowing like a waterfall, their arms as white as snow, their crystal-clear bodies shimmering with luster, making them even more attractive against the backdrop of a shower of petals.
It's hard to tell whether the rain of flowers accentuates the beauty, or the beauty accentuates the rain of flowers.
"Lord Ziyou has regained his senses?!"
Fu Qing exclaimed in surprise, then his face lit up with delight.
"The painting is so lifelike and vivid. Lord Ziyou's realm has improved a lot. He should have touched the threshold of the legendary realm."
The cardinal stared at the bathing beauty, his eyes flashing with golden runes. After a moment's thought, he spoke.
“I understand what everyone means. Since this is a painting, why not go inside and experience firsthand Lord Ziyou’s mastery of painting?”
With an air of righteous indignation, Xiang Yu tore open the bushes that were blocking the three people's view and strode out.
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