Chapter 24: Four Against Fifty-Three
Vaerik stood on a hidden rocky outcrop, overlooking an open area in the valley below.
Four frost giants were throwing huge rocks, then hitting them with massive ice-rock clubs, playing happily.
"Are they playing baseball?" Vaerik quipped, but without any relaxation.
These massive creatures averaged 5.2 meters in height, their bodies covered with natural armor formed by intertwined ice crystals and rock fragments.
Just looking at their knotted muscle texture was enough to make one think of terrifying brute force.
The ice-rock giant clubs they casually swung were six meters long, and when they struck the ground, they could leave a cracked furrow.
Even more terrifying was the pale blue frost mist surrounding the frost giants, their extreme cold domain.
If ordinary people got too close, their blood circulation would slow down, and they might even be directly frozen into ice sculptures.
Fortunately, there were only four; if there had been forty, Vaerik would have had to flee with the Crimson Tide Domain overnight.
Nervous? Not really.
He had already mastered the frost giants' weaknesses and set traps in advance.