Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 721 - 508: Sometimes Legends Are Not Just Legends_3

Chapter 721: Chapter 508: Sometimes Legends Are Not Just Legends_3

"Within those enlarged human bodies, a Giant soul had been merged. If one could find a way to absorb this soul for one’s own use, they could transform into a true Giant and give birth to offspring of Giants."

"Are there any Giant skeletons found here? Giant ruins or Giant tombs of any sort?" Never disregard those seemingly absurd legends.

Many legends are not merely tales, but the true essence of events, especially when the consistency of such legends is remarkable. What remains is to carefully verify the truth.

"There aren’t many Giant skeletons or Giant tombs, but the presence of Giant ruins in the Giant Run Mountain Range is an undeniable fact. There, numerous Giant Steps exist, each one 1.2 meters high, and there’s also a massive Giant Palace. However, the actual number of Giants in the vicinity is quite scarce, and we’ve never truly encountered them. Regarding the Giant Run Mountain Range, there’s a legend about it too, but this legend is not widely spread, and its accuracy..."

"Just speak, leave judgment to me."

"As you wish, the legend states that the Giant Run Mountain Range was originally inhabited by a large number of Stone Giants, and they were the ones who built those Giant Steps and the Giant Palace.

They, however, waged a war with the Dwarves from the Troll Mountains, and that war ended with a victory for the Dwarves.

To escape the Dwarves’ slaughter, those Stone Giants fled to the Dark Domain beneath the Giant Run Mountain Range and there established a new Stone Giant Empire. Sometimes, they would send people to the surface to capture the enlarged slaves and transform them into Undead servants.

Utilizing the armies of these Undead servants, they retaliated against their arch-enemies, killed them all off, leaving only the deserted Dwarf City. Now, a group of intelligent Trolls occupies this Dwarf City, where they have established a Troll Kingdom called the Wailing Dwarf."

Kainheim Village.

A name floated up from the depths of Gaven’s memory.

Without even waiting for the Hobgoblin Giant to finish speaking, Gaven was fairly certain that a large part of this legend was true.

In his past life, he had dealt and conflicted with Duokong, the Chieftain of the Undead Stone Giants, and the council he led, the Council of Death Chiefs.

However, that contact was made through the Dark Domain and had nothing to do with the surface.

Therefore, he had not been able to connect the two immediately.

Fate truly is mysterious, after twists and turns, some people are destined to intersect, even fated to become adversaries.

If he was not merely passing through the Giant Plains but planned to undertake actions here, a conflict with them in the future was inevitable.

For the Council of Death Chiefs indeed controlled a vast army of Undead Giants.

In his past life, not understanding the unique situation of the Giant Plains, he had simply assumed they were transformed from Half-Giants, but now it seemed they bore a higher resemblance to these enlarged ordinary races of the Giant Plains.

Their threat is a matter for the future, not within today’s considerations. Therefore, Gaven simply ran it through his mind and didn’t intend to delve deeper into it.

After nodding to Thomas to sit down, Gaven turned his gaze back to Blood Claw and said, "Tell me about that Troll Kingdom."

This time, the two sides had maintained close contact, and as for the situation on the Giant Plains, they had a clear understanding of the big picture, yet details were somewhat lacking.

"The Troll Kingdom is called the Wailing Dwarf because it was named after the Dwarf City they occupied. After these trolls grew in size, they not only obtained much larger bodies but also higher intelligence. They proclaim themselves as Noble Giant Trolls and enslave ordinary trolls and other races."

Their size originally wasn’t particularly large, with only about a dozen Noble Giant Trolls ruling over several hundred trolls and a few thousand vassals from other races.

However, when we were sweeping through the Giant Plains, they seized the opportunity to grow stronger, swallowing up all the fleeing and weaker Monster Tribes.

"The number of Noble Giant Trolls should now exceed sixty or seventy, with over a thousand ordinary trolls and four or five thousand vassals from other races, or even more," reported Blood Claw, giving a truthful account of the intelligence he held.

"What is your view on them?" Gaven consulted.

Without hesitation, Blood Claw responded, "Even if we set aside the hatred between us, to obtain more resources for survival and to retain these newly gathered monsters, these Noble Giant Trolls would surely attack us."

"We’ve got a good understanding of the situation now," Gaven said as his gaze swept over those present, "What thoughts or questions do you have? Let’s discuss."

"May I ask, how tall are these Noble Giant Trolls on average? Are they one full size larger, or like these Hobgoblin Giants, only half a size larger?" Veranika, who had recently been promoted to Gaven’s chief of staff, was busy writing and sketching, gathering further detailed information.

"Half a size larger. They have simply grown from the initial stage of large size to advanced large size, with an average height of four and a half meters, and have not reached the super-large size," replied Thomas.

"What about their equipment? Have they gotten any equipment from the abandoned Dwarf City? What kind of ore was chiefly mined in that city?"

"Their equipment mainly consists of crude iron weapons. That abandoned Dwarf City seemed to primarily contain iron ore, but these trolls are not skilled in mining, let alone forging. Fire would inhibit their regenerative abilities, so they naturally fear flames. The Troll Mountains are most famous for a type of mysterious gemstone that can further enhance the trolls’ regenerative abilities, known as Troll Gems or Regeneration Gems."

"How much can they enhance?"

"I’m not very clear about that because those Noble Giant Trolls rarely leave the Troll Mountains, and it’s also unclear who wears the Troll Gems."

"Are there any friendly race’s villages or powers nearby?"

"I’m not sure about that; they have been too busy avoiding us to notice."

Veranika closed her notebook with a serious expression and said, "Our original plan to rely on flank wagons and tower wagons to form a wagon fort and crush the enemy on the Giant Plains must be abandoned. We need to formulate a new plan."

Facing trolls averaging over three meters tall, with astonishing regenerative abilities and strength, our flank wagons do not hold an advantage. Moreover, with Noble Giant Trolls close to super-large size, they possess the ability to either step over or flip the flank wagons, breaking through the wagon formation.

If only a small number of trolls break into our military formation, even if we ultimately emerge victorious in battle, the casualties among the migrating civilians will be extremely severe, meaning our migration plan would fail."

Gaven nodded and said, "I have the same thought; do you, Chief of Staff, have a good plan for consideration?"

"I do," Veranika declared astonishingly, "Choose a site to build a city."