Strictly speaking, Bestna, the frost giant standing only around twelve feet (four meters) tall, did not seem to possess an overwhelming size advantage over trolls, who averaged around ten feet.
Yet for some reason, this abruptly appearing frost giant felt even more terrifying to Kike than that mountain-sized giant troll!
With that furious roar, the entire valley seemed to tremble faintly.
The White Dragon in the cage, who had already been thoroughly worn down and listless, instantly perked up. Clawing desperately at the log bars while squeezing its head through the gap with all its might, it wailed toward Bestna like a dog:
"Mom!!! Mom! Your dragon baby, Second White, is here! Here!"
The ordinary trolls stared in that direction in stunned confusion, letting out all manner of bizarre roars.
Only the giant trolls freshly produced by the Sacrificial Ritual in the clearing, along with the troll shamans and chieftains in the valley, wore grave expressions. As they barked orders at the ordinary trolls in Trollish, they seemed to be waiting for the right chance to take down this frost giant.
Her head would surely satisfy that being, who would then grant them even greater power.
A legendary frost giant.
And a legendary frost giant who had taken up the path of a raging barbarian at that. In the past, even the trolls would have found such an existence troublesome.
That was also one reason why Bestna, with only four White Dragons unfit to grace the stage, had been able to swiftly gather many servants such as hobgoblins and ogres, securing a foothold in the Evermoors.
But now, things were different after all.
Among those leaders was a hunched, somewhat malformed troll whose gaze upon Bestna was especially greedy.
He was Annasak—the first to preach sacrifice among the troll tribes,