"Once we cross the hills, another two days or so should bring us to Windless Canyon—we're getting closer to our destination."
Tang Qi marked the map he had found earlier, estimating the journey ahead.
He instinctively stroked his feather beard, only to remember that it had vanished three days ago while they were traveling. "Now that we've confirmed Butcher is the red dragon, there's no need to rush. The only thing we still need to watch out for is the 'Overlord' that Halahar's father drew into this region all those years ago..."
That creature was an enormous tyrannosaurus mutated by a magic surge. Its bite was terrifyingly powerful; even the cyclopes were unwilling to clash with it.
Otherwise, they would never have dubbed it the "Overlord."
As he pondered, the footsteps beside him grew increasingly heavy. He turned to find the Gulu Family arranging the five hill giant corpses together.
At Gulu Gulu's signal, his youngest son fetched an enormous guillotine blade from their house. For some reason, that cottage seemed to be the only building the giants had left untouched.
Even the distant wine cellar's outer structure had been crushed to pieces beneath the giants, leaving only an enormous, indestructible barrel that kept producing mead.
Like seasoned butchers, the cyclopes lined the giants up. The son chopped off their fingers and toes in a single stroke of the blade, while the daughter brought a bucket of clean water to wash away the blood on the ground...
Experienced hands. This definitely wasn't their first time.
"Do all giants have such strange tastes? I went over and sniffed them just now, and their feet reeked of shit and sweat... They actually like collecting those things?" Butcher couldn't help asking.
"I think deliberately sniffing their stinking feet is pretty strange too."
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