Two days after arriving in Elbaf, the Giant King still had not received Longinus and Giandor.
However, this was not because the giants were neglecting them.
According to their customs, receiving guests after the sacred ceremony of the Tribal Assembly was the highest form of respect.
Naturally, Longinus followed the local customs.
These two days also allowed him to witness the courage and ferocity of the giant warriors.
The most popular sport among the Giant Race was wrestling, but their wrestling was clearly not as gentle as the ordinary kind.
They would mark out an empty arena and place a sharp-tipped boundary stone in the center. The two contestants would then forcefully push each other onto it.
Unless one side achieved an overwhelming victory, both fighters would end up covered in blood, regardless of whether they won or lost.
The giants watching from the sidelines would then shower both the victor and the loser with enthusiastic cheers.
It was precisely this nearly brutal form of competition that had forged the giant warriors' madly tenacious wills.
They would attack their enemies without regard for anything, forgetting fatigue and injuries until one side fell.
Even Longinus had to admit that these giants' persistence in battle was terrifyingly stubborn.
No wonder the World Government and Marine Headquarters had always wanted to build a giant army. If such an army appeared on the battlefield, it would undoubtedly deal a devastating blow to the enemy's morale.
As time passed, the two days quickly went by.
Giants from the various tribes gradually appeared in the royal court. The enormous figures visible everywhere made Longinus realize with some alarm that the total number of giants in Elbaf might well exceed ten thousand.
To other races, ten thousand might be a relatively insignificant figure, but to the Giant