The ice giants bowed to Lann, like a subject paying homage to his king, or like a believer praying to the Supreme Being.
But no matter what, everyone knew that the Skellige ice giants would no longer be a problem for the Skellige people.
Harold had just woken up with a dazed look in his eyes. He couldn't believe his eyes. If someone told him that Easter had killed the ice giant to save him, he might have doubted it. What's more, the ice giant was bowing to Lann now?
Easter waved his hand to let the guards around him put away their weapons. Even he had to take a few deep breaths to calm down.
The servants and soldiers of Cintra expressed their respect and emotions in the most direct way. They bowed down to the Duke of Lannister together, as if they wanted to compete with the ice giant in their loyalty to their sworn master.
The expressions on the faces of the demon hunters, druids, and sorceresses were even more interesting, and their emotions were surging and difficult to describe.
“Gurgle—”
At this moment, a charred oak statue suddenly rolled out from the ice giant's leather armor that had just been burned into tatters by the flames.
The statue looked like a bear and a human, with its teeth bared and claws waving. It should have been enough to send chills down one's spine, but now, after being burned by the flames, it was completely unrecognizable and no longer had any strange features.
There were many people present who were keeping an eye on all directions. Their sights were already focused on the ice giant. Now when they saw the statue rolling out from the ice giant, their minds suddenly became clear.
Stringed together.
Fetov had a complicated expression, as if he was lamenting or relieved: "I think I know where Atis went, the traitor to the way of nature, the last believer of the Svablo sect..."
He looked at the ice giant who cast the druid spell, saw the other party's respectful expression towards Lan, shook his head, and swallowed the rest of the words.
Then the ice giant seemed to feel uncomfortable in the kneeling position, so he slightly adjusted his posture, and with a "bang" he stepped on the burnt oak statue and crushed it into the mud.
…
Lann naturally saw the appearance of the statue. There was no record of an ice giant who could use druidic magic in either the game of his previous life or the history of this world, so he had already guessed about this phenomenon.
It was not until he saw the oak statue of Svalblod that his guess was confirmed.
But Lann was not worried at all, because just as he was recaptured the ice giant, system prompts sounded one after another -
[Mission - Glacier's Fury - Completed]
[Mission - Silent Rage - Completed]
[Quest level increased by +1]
The two tasks were completed in succession. The former appeared when Easter invited Lann to fight the ice giants together, but it was shelved later because the king selection plan was changed. Lann thought there was no chance to complete it again; the latter appeared when King Bran proposed the "whoever destroys Svalblod will become king" initiative, but it was shelved because the cult was not wiped out thoroughly enough.
Unexpectedly, these two tasks were completed at the same time by chance. At the same time, because these two tasks were almost at the level of the main tasks, they filled up Lan's experience that had just been used up and allowed him to level up again.
The joy in his heart was beyond words, and at this moment, as Lann looked at the system panel of the Ice Giant, his pride was even greater.
【Follower: Yotun
Gender: Male
Race: Ice Giant
Level: 1
Talents: Ice, Magic Source
Experience value: 0/1000
HP: 32000/32000
Mana: 4400/4400
Inventory: None
Skills: Ice Blood, Mountain Bloodline, Fast Metabolism, Overlord's Command, Low-level Druid Spells
Mission: None]
[Shared Follower Talent: Magic Source]
[Magic Source: Increase total magic power by 100%]
Just looking at the basic attributes of this system panel is enough to make people feel refreshed.
With a health point breaking four digits, the strength and defense that comes with it are definitely enough to form an army by oneself. This is also the combat power that the Skellige people have verified with countless years of defeats against the Frost Giants.
A unique dual talent, as for why this situation occurs, everyone knows. Although the mana value is much lower than the health value, it is already higher than most spellcasters, at least stronger than the female night demon Nanomi that Lann had contracted before.
At the same time, Lann also noticed that there was no suffix in brackets after the name and race of the Frost Giant, unlike Bill's transformation, which would be displayed in the form of [Skellig Giant Bear (Human)]; at the same time, there was no [Berserker Transformation] in the Frost Giant's skill column.
It seems that Atis is indeed dead. Lann can now basically reconstruct the other party's behavior. All the previous turmoil is probably a grand sacrifice dedicated to the evil god Svalblod, the purpose of which is to turn Atis into an unprecedented ice giant berserker.
One has to admire the audacity of this plan and the horror behind it: a super monster that can dominate Skellige for a thousand years with its physical body alone, possessing the spellcasting talent and complete spellcasting system of a magic source-level druid. Just thinking about it makes one tremble with fear.
But now it seems that there was something unexpected in this process. According to East's description, the size of this ice giant was once again raised to more than ten meters. This was obviously the effect of Attis's strengthening. He used the evil god and his own magic to try to create a body that is unparalleled in the world.
But now, not only did Atis's soul fail to occupy the giant's body, but it was also useless. Even his intelligence and spellcasting abilities were not inherited by this monster.
This can be seen from the panel. Although the Ice Giant has a huge amount of magic power brought by the [Magic Source] talent, the [low-level] druid system spells are simply not enough to unleash the power of this huge magic.
Apart from the ability to summon blizzards, which is the innate ability of the ice giant, Lann estimated that the only spell this monster knew was the spell to turn oak into a long stick.
I don’t know if this guy can learn magic in the future, or I’ll just leave him to Mossak…
By the way, how many things does Mossak have on hand now?
…
Kolgrim was very brave. He ran over quietly, thought for two seconds, and finally couldn't help but pat the ice giant's calf out of curiosity.
The touch was like a layer of dragon leather wrapped around a thousand-year-old rock, hard yet resilient, and at the same time emitting a slight chill like ice. Kolgrim, who had already chopped off the ice giant several times in the previous battle, would never doubt the defensive power of this muscle.
The action of the snake-faction witcher seemed to have pressed a switch. The druid, sorceress and the remaining witchers gathered around. Some out of pure curiosity, some with the intention of academic research, they all looked up and down at this powerful monster, the only one in the world.
There was only one exception, and that was Gede.
After the bear-faction demon hunter looked at the ice giant with surprise, he did not start to do anything like the others, nor did he start discussing collecting tissue samples like the sorceress and druid - he just took two steps back.
"After rescuing Lord Harold and recapture the Ice Giant, can we go back?" Gede asked Lann.
He seemed to be eager to return home: "I had originally planned to retire, but I didn't expect that I would be able to participate in such a legendary battle in the end - Hey, Ice Giant!"
As he spoke, Gerd began to laugh.
But Lann frowned slowly.
Lann was not uncomfortable with Gede's words. He knew in his heart that he was powerless to change Gede's intention to retire. Although he was reluctant, he still sent his blessings.
But he suddenly remembered that he almost failed when he made the contract with the ice giant just now.
At that time, after a whole level of experience was used up, the Ice Giant's consciousness of resistance was still very strong. If it were not for the sudden increase of a small level of experience at the critical moment, then Lann might have gained nothing.
In this case, the experience increase was naturally due to the followers. At first, Lan thought that Ace, who was on the island of Thanedd, had done something tricky, or that the cat-faction demon hunter Kaiyan in Novigrad was working diligently, but when he took a quick glance just now, he found that Svanrige, who was stationed on the island of Little Skellige, had suddenly increased in level.
Could it be that this young man received a task of the main quest level just a few days after becoming a servant, or did he take the initiative to learn from other "lion group" members and start to help the weak and fight against the strong without Lan's teaching?
Thinking of this, Lann opened Svanrigi's follower panel. After seeing the attributes and tasks displayed on it, his face changed immediately.
[Follower: Svanrigi Ann Tursek
(slightly)
HP: 187/230
(slightly)
Mission: Defense of Tursek]
…
In Svanregi's original expectation, his uncle (Easter) and cousin (Lane) would go to support the Todaloch family, and then his father would lead the army to encircle and suppress the ice giants that had plagued the entire Skellige for thousands of years. This whole process would take at least a month.
Before leaving, Bran asked Thorgeir to take good care of Svanrige. It happened that there were certain things in the castle of the Tuersek family that Svanrige tried hard to avoid, so the future heir of the Tuersek family simply moved into the castle of his elders.
Thorgeir had not been involved in political affairs for many years, but Easter and Bran had both studied with him when they were young. Therefore, whenever something happened on Little Skellige during this period that required the lord to step in, Svanrigg would humbly ask Thorgeir for his opinion and respect his ideas.
Svanrej felt that he had gained a lot. He had rarely communicated with Bran before, after all, Bran was out at sea all year round, and most of the time he followed Birna to learn etiquette and social courses.
Thorgil was surprised to find that this little guy who used to follow his mother had insightful views on many things, was quite skillful in leading his subordinates, and had a high level of execution. Gradually, his relationship with Svanrigi became better and better, and he often sent his private army to follow Svanrigi to handle affairs in the territory.
However, on this day, when Svanrige led his soldiers back from exploring an area said to be haunted by water ghosts, before they approached the castle, they suddenly heard deafening shouts of killing.
He walked quickly forward, and what came into his sight was an extremely arrogant Black Sun flag and hundreds of elite soldiers wearing Black Sun armor!
Nilfgaardians! Why now? When almost all of Skellige's forces are concentrated on Udvik Island, when the defense is the most vulnerable!
Thorgeir himself was an independent lord who had broken away from his family, and he had no more than a hundred guards around him. The Skellige people were able to face enemies several times their number on the sea, but their fighting power on the plains was mediocre.
"That's Svanrigg, the prince of Skellige!" As soon as Svanrigg appeared, the Nilfgaardian soldiers saw him. The outsiders didn't know what had happened in the archipelago during this period, and didn't know that Easter had been crowned as the new king.
"He is the son of a pirate! Let him pay off his father's debt first!" A part of the Black Sun soldiers immediately separated and fought with Svanrej. Fortunately, Thorgil was really sincere to Svanrej, and the guards he sent to follow were all elite, which kept him safe for a while.
“Svanrej, hurry up!” Seeing his junior being dragged into his own battle, Thorgil, who was not far away, shouted anxiously, “They are just lambs from the Golden Tower City. I have robbed them countless times before. They will be fine!”
Hearing Thorgeir's shout, the eyes of the Nilfgaard soldiers turned red and their weapons became more powerful. Even some of the soldiers who had originally besieged Svanrigi turned back.
"Retreat to the castle quickly, don't fight hard! I'll find a way to contact the Druid Master to recall some of the troops! Nilfgaard is no longer the same as it used to be. They have swept across most of the north and are Lann's formidable enemy!"
Svanrige was not as confident as Thorgil. Birna had been paying attention to the movement of the noble class on the continent for many years, and naturally brought back a lot of intelligence. Svanrige learned from it and knew that Nilfgaard was no longer what it used to be.
In response to Svanrige's words, the loyal guards around him kept falling down during the attack on the Black Sun flag. Thorgil seemed to be suddenly awakened from a dream, looking at these well-equipped and fearless enemy soldiers in front of him.
"Really? Nilfgaard... has become a giant?" Only then did Thorgeir realize that the people in front of him were no longer the lambs who cried out in pain when they were plundering them.
"But even if I face a giant, I can still cut something off!"
Thorgeir laughed.
“Woo——”
A dull horn sound suddenly rang out, and the sound made Svanregi shudder.
Sure enough, immediately afterwards he heard an exaggerated sound of breaking wind, as if a typhoon was heading towards the coast, and even the sunlight above his head was blocked for a moment.
When he looked up, he saw stones larger than humans flying at the speed of arrows towards the castle where he had lived for several days. With a loud "boom", a huge gap suddenly appeared in the castle wall.
Then came the second, third, and fourth boulder, each one biting off a piece of the castle wall like a piece of cake. Svanrej watched helplessly as half of the castle collapsed like a sand castle hit by a wave.
What made him furious was that Thorgeir was still under the castle! He was buried by the dust and stones!
At this moment, the Nilfgaardians and the island soldiers were still fighting, and many Black Sun soldiers were affected by the attacks of these catapults, but their morale was even higher. The injured people on the ground were still shouting in a voice that could not be heard from behind:
"One more round! Turn this castle into complete ruins and raze it to the ground! Let these pirates also have a taste of what it's like to lose their homes!"
Svanrej's eyes suddenly turned red. There was no need to consider retreating at this moment. Regardless of whether Thorgil was dead or alive, the islander's honor and his responsibility as a junior would not allow him to retreat even a single step.
He roared, and all the martial arts he had learned from his swordsmanship training appeared in his mind and merged into his muscles. He strode into the battle group from the rear protected by the team, and for a moment he actually cooperated well with the guards, killing several Nilfgaardian soldiers in succession.
But although there were only a hundred Nilfgaardians, the number of islanders was even smaller. In addition, most of them were killed or injured in the previous catapult attack. As a result, Svanregi's team was getting smaller and smaller, and their formation was as precarious as a sailboat in the waves.
"Torgeir is dead. Capture the pirate's son! Let the Pirate King have a taste of losing his son!"
The Nilfgaardians became more and more excited and surged forward like a tide.
Then, they saw an emerald light suddenly glowing on Svanreji’s body.