Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 446 100 The Giant Attacks (2)

The long ship traveled across the sea at extremely high speeds, but there was no sail raised on the top of the ship, and no oars were extended around the sides of the ship.

In his shock and anger, Duke Earle had no time to think about the question "Why can this ghost thing move in the sea?" If something goes wrong, it must be a monster. Years of survival experience told him that when a vision he couldn't understand appeared,

Don't be curious, don't hesitate, don't hesitate

The right thing to do is to run away immediately!

Duke Earle could understand the Viking language spoken by the giants, and he also recognized that this thing seemed to be a frost giant drawn in ancient books. But when a real ancient god appeared in front of him, under the terrifying psychic pressure, he was so frightened that he vomited and urinated, unable to move at all.

What's even more terrifying is that on the coastline not far behind them, there are more blue-skinned giants walking out of the sea. As soon as they land, they start to stretch out their big hands to grab the maids, chefs, and black-skinned slaves running on the beach. .

Once you catch it, pop it into your mouth and enjoy it!

What is this!

No matter what it is, brothers, run away!

The first person to start running was the black slave on standby. This group of vigorous hunters from the Black Desert were sold by their chief to the French nobles as servants. Although they were doing servant jobs here, their survival instincts and tenacious survival in the Black Desert were not lost.

They stepped forward with two thick black legs and tried their best to escape from the pursuit of the giant behind them.

But after all, the powerful ancient gods cannot be compared to the jackals and hyenas in the black desert. After landing, he opened his arms and blew gently at the escaping crowd. A layer of light blue ripples spread out like ripples. When it spread to the escaping people on the beach, it quickly condensed into a foot-long layer. Frost!

The servants who were still running hard were immediately frozen to the ground, unable to move even half a step.

The excited frost giants chuckled. They broke off the quick-frozen ice sculptures one by one from the frozen ground, stuffed them into their mouths, and chewed them like crisp apples.

King Oran, you feel so comfortable!

Silently pushing away the screaming maid, Duke Earl didn't even bother to dress properly, and ran barefoot towards the butler hidden behind him wearing only a pair of silk shorts.

Just thirty meters away, he felt extremely far away. Just after running half the distance, a low buzzing sound suddenly came from behind.

The voice sounded somewhere between a beast and a human. What came into view when he turned around while trembling was a dark blue giant over 10 meters tall.

He was carrying a Viking longship on his shoulders and was crouching behind him, staring at him with a pair of giant orange eyes as big as a wheel.

A large amount of saliva was secreted from the corners of his mouth like a waterfall.

"Master Alfred is hungry!"

"I have been without food for several months, and have been traveling under the sea for more than ten days. If I don't eat something, my people will starve to death on this beach!"

"Although we promised the Duke not to devour humans when we walked out of Jotunheim, we are really hungry now."

It was only then that the trembling Duke Earl saw a strong figure jumping off the longship.

Glancing contemptuously at Earl's white flesh, Alfred stretched out his big hand and grabbed his greasy neck.

"Looking at you, you should be at least a duke!"

"Tell me, how to call your flying dragon army?"

Everything happened so fast that Duke Earle's thinking was still in extreme confusion. Alfred glanced at "Avalanche" Olan behind him without any trace, turned his back, and hugged him.

"Listen, my dear French friends, don't pretend to me that you don't understand English!"

"What you eat, what you wear, and what you use are all obtained by harvesting us English leeks! So you must be able to understand our language."

"Listen to me. Actually, I'm here to help you! Only the fire-breathing dragon can defeat these lawless ancient gods. Tell me quickly why the Flying Dragon Legion called. They came early. Maybe you and I can still hug each other. Stay alive!”

Earl stretched out his hand stiffly and pointed to a few exquisite wooden boxes in the corner of the beach. In the wooden box, several firecrackers made by Tang craftsmen protruded from it. Alfred smiled and nodded, and then pierced Earl's heart with a sword!

"Thank you."

"That's all, let's start with this soft fat guy."

Although the giant dragon is delicious, it has been a long time since I enjoyed a living person, so it’s not bad to come here once in a while!

10,000 years!

It has been 10,000 years since I tasted this slightly salty, fresh flesh. Praise Laufei, praise Farbuti!

Haha, don’t worry, there are many more to come!

Master Alfred once promised us that this time we will have endless dragons to enjoy! These living beings are nothing more than hors d’oeuvres.

Large groups of blood foam and bone fragments flowed out from the corners of their mouths, and the humans whose consciousness had not yet disappeared would even howl in their mouths. The white and silent beach was quickly covered with bright red blood.

"Remember to thank me when you go to hell. At least you old man still has a whole body left behind!"

Quickly shaking off the fat on his broadsword, Alfred strode towards the fireworks. He must immediately summon the French dragon to fulfill his promise to the Frost Giant King.

The gap between ancient gods and humans was nakedly displayed before Alfred's eyes.

In the Pantheon, it is not that he has never seen the old gods recorded in the archives and books. Most of them are survivors of the "Disaster of World Destruction" or the "War of the Gods". Only three or five people in the group who survive are considered lucky.

Even if there is a single ancient god living in the ruins in the wilderness, the Royal Academy of Sciences or the Holy Bishop will send thousands of troops to encircle and suppress it.

Alfred couldn't imagine how much damage 2,000 frost giants could cause.

Therefore, he must fulfill his promise immediately.

the reason is simple

The fighting ability of this group of blue-skinned giants is much stronger than I imagined!

On the dock of Dragon's Breath Plateau, after he and Alice Eller threw away all the food prepared for the giants, they were greeted by a group of people whose eyes were red with hunger. Alfred stepped forward and personally promised the Frost Giant King "Avalanche Oran", saying that he could lead them to a place where the dragons could eat endlessly.

The entire frost giant family immediately walked out of the mountains and "walked" all the way to the bottom of the sea.

It was only then that Alfred discovered that these powerful monsters didn't seem to need to breathe.

You are floating alone on the sea in a long boat. Giants are walking on the bottom of the sea, pulling the anchor of the long boat in their hands.

In this way, just like flying a kite, Alfred arrived in the English Channel in just three days. When they saw the fully armed merchant ships patrolling the sea, before the French navy had time to say anything, they were solidified into a lump of ice by the giants on the seabed, including the men and the ship, and were dragged like a lump of ice into the seabed.

He needed to summon the dragon of France immediately.