Subduing the Giants
"Phoebe!" Mr. Delacour rushed over upon seeing his daughter unharmed, and the two embraced. He then bowed deeply to Skylar and said, "Mr. Malfoy, thank you so much. The Delacour Family owes you a debt of gratitude."
Skylar didn't seem to mind, and smiled, saying, "It's already a great honor for me that Mr. Delacour was able to lead his family's elite troops to participate in this operation. Saving Miss Delacour was simply what I should do; there's no need to mention the favor."
As everyone began cleaning up the battlefield and dispelling the Anti-Apparition Charm, Sarf and Latifa appeared in Apparition with a crackling sound.
When the dark wizards first transformed into black mist, they caught the people who were besieging them off guard. Now, many of them are injured. This is where Latifa can come in handy. She took out a very short wand and kept moving around casting spells, healing each of the wounded.
"Mr. Malfoy— " Desiree Akhahet of the Silver Spear approached Skylar and said in a deep voice, "According to your plan, we have successfully annihilated the dark wizards. What is our next step?"
"How's the battle with the Giants going?" Skylar asked. Since they had gathered such a large force and traveled all this way, it was clear that they weren't just trying to annihilate a mere twenty or so enemies; the Giants were also Skylar's target.
"Karkus is clearly defeated. I'm certain that if we don't intervene soon, he'll be dead within half an hour at most," Desiree said.
As a disciple of the knight, Desiree's judgment was naturally trustworthy to Skylar.
"Then let's wait another 15 minutes, let Latifa heal all her injured companions, and the rest of us can take the opportunity to rest, drink Potions to replenish our strength and magic..." Skylar said, "We can make our move after 15 minutes."
Standing beside Skylar, Sarf, who had followed Skylar for a long time, immediately understood Skylar intentions. She took out ten large boxes of Potions from her suitcase, including healing potions, mana replenishing potions, spirit -Invigoration Draught, stamina-restoring potions, and even cold-resistant potions to keep the body warm and resist the cold.
All of this is the result of Astoria's hard work over the past year on the Dragon Tail.
Everyone immediately felt a deep respect for Skylar. Judging from the battle just now, Skylar was not only decisive and powerful, but also a very meticulous person—the sheer quantity of these Potions alone showed how well he had prepared for this battle.
At the same time, they reassessed the power represented by this excessively young wizard—the sheer quantity of Potions before them was enough to support several large-scale battles, something the House of Malfoy alone could not possibly accomplish. Even the Silver Spear headquarters, with its large number of adventurers, did not have such a vast reserve of Potions.
"Savannah," Skylar said earnestly, looking at Savannah who was standing beside him, "This is Sarf. You two should get to know each other briefly—we're about to attack the Giants, and you two, along with Latifa, will stay by my side. Remember to protect Latifa, who can't fight directly—and Savannah, you'll also be responsible for using the Sonorus Charm to relay my messages."
"Understood!" The two women exchanged a glance and replied loudly in unison.
Karkus gasped for breath, his knees sinking into the mud. His left arm was broken, blood dripping from his skin onto the dusty ground. His people lay dead, while the Golgomath before him—that damned traitor—dragdled its massive, blood-stained warhammer closer and closer, its eyes burning with the arrogance of victory.
"Karkus, you've lost." The Golgomath grinned maliciously, revealing its fangs, and raised its warhammer, preparing to deliver the final blow.
Karkus gritted his teeth, struggling to stand up, but his body wouldn't obey him. He was unwilling to accept defeat, but at this moment he was powerless to fight back, and didn't even have a chance to struggle. His people were still fighting, but the outcome of the battle was already decided, and defeat was only a matter of time.
Just as the warhammer was about to fall, a strange gust of wind suddenly swept across the battlefield!
A violent surge of magical energy swept across the battlefield, black cloaks fluttering in the wind. Then, a calm and authoritative voice resounded throughout the battlefield:
That's enough.
Boom!
A massive fireball descended from the sky, like a meteor, striking the center of the Giants' battle. The white flames radiated an incomprehensible heat, transforming into streaks of fiery petals that scattered in Giant directions.
A large crater was blasted into the center of the snowfield, and the ice and snow turned into steam under the high temperature, with thick white smoke rising slowly.
Giants hate wizards, but they fear magic even more, especially magic they cannot even imagine!
This white flame was clearly one of the kinds of magic that was beyond their comprehension.
The roars, shouts, and clashing of weapons on the battlefield seemed to vanish at that moment, leaving only the crackling sound of the scorching air.
All the Giants were stunned.
The followers of the Golgomath stopped wielding their weapons, and the people of Karkus forgot their pain and struggle. Everyone stared in horror at the center of the burning battlefield, wondering what had happened.
Their massive bodies stiffened involuntarily as they looked around blankly, exchanging puzzled glances. The distorted heat from the flames blurred their vision, but they could sense that something was different.
At that moment, Savannah's voice, amplified by Sonorus Charm, swept across the entire area like a whirlwind. "We are the House of Malfoy from Great Britain, here for the peace of the Giants, hoping to resolve the conflict between you—"
Savannah spoke standard Giant's language, which sounded like rapid-fire Grawp, but when spoken in her consistently cold and emotionless tone, it carried an inexplicable air of intimidation.
"I demand that both of you—regardless of your reasons for fighting—cease your fighting immediately, or you will face our full-scale attack!"
"What happened?" a Giant murmured, his voice filled with hesitation and unease. Some of the slow-witted Giants still couldn't understand what had happened.
"Is it... a wizard?" Another Giant swallowed hard, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.
Skylar stood high in the sky, his black cloak billowing in the wind, his feet resting on two spinning wind wheels, looking down at the Giants below.
Although Skylar's size was insignificant compared to the Giant, the aura he exuded was more powerful than any Giant's.
The wizards who had come with Skylar had already dispersed, skillfully sealing off every direction of the Giant battlefield, wands raised high, ready to launch the next attack at any moment. The Giants, however, remained motionless. Even though their massive bodies were several times taller than these wizards, at this moment, they felt only confusion, bewilderment, and even... a faint fear.
Golgomath's face was ashen; he gripped his warhammer tightly, veins bulging on his forehead. He was just a hair's breadth away from killing Karkus and becoming the new Gurg.
He had already reached an agreement with the wizards of the Shadow of the Magic Dragon a few days ago—they promised to give him greater power and provide him with the opportunity to return to wizarding society to wreak havoc and kill.
Golgomath was considered one of the more astute among the Giants. Seeing the appearance of Skylar and his group, he roughly guessed that the Shadow of the Magic Dragon was doomed—either killed or driven away.
Thinking of what he had lost, a surge of anger rose within him, and he roared, "Wizard, this is a war of Giants, you should not interfere!"
Savannah's icy voice rang out again. "I'll say it one more time, one last time, we will not allow Giants to fight each other—look around you! You pathetic wretch, driven to this desolate wilderness, you only have eighty-odd men left, and you're still killing each other. Don't you know that if this continues, the Giants will eventually disappear from this world?"
The Giants looked around blankly and found the corpses of their own kind scattered everywhere, some even headless or missing limbs, clearly killed in an extremely brutal manner.
Giants are naturally prone to anger, and their inherent love of killing and destruction makes them unsuitable for living together. In such a confined space, they can only endlessly kill each other in order to seize food, territory, and women.
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"Wizards, this is our Giants ' problem—we are in this situation because you wizards forced us into it!" Golgomath roared in grief and indignation. "If we hadn't been constantly oppressed by the wizards, driven to this godforsaken place, and forced to squeeze Giants from several different tribes into this tiny area, why would we be fighting each other for such meager resources?"
Several of the more lucid Giants understood what was happening. As they looked at the corpses of their kin on the ground, a sense of sorrow welled up in their hearts. After counting around, they realized that only a little over forty Giants remained alive after this battle.
They all nodded vigorously at the Golgomath, then pounded the ground with their hands to vent their dissatisfaction. Some even opened their mouths and roared to the sky, their voices filled with long-suppressed anger.
Golgomath abandoned the half-dead Karkus, stood up, and forcefully hurled the warhammer in his hand toward Skylar, intending to kill this self-important wizard and seek justice for the Giants ' tragedy.
The warhammer gleamed with a faint black light, clearly a magical weapon. Skylar guessed it was either the Shadow of the Magic Dragon or a gift from Walpurgis to Golgomath.
Since it was a magical weapon, Skylar dared not take it head-on. If this thing could not be destroyed by magic, and he, a mere mortal, was hit by the force of the warhammer, he would probably be turned into a pile of minced meat.
He used Apparition to instantly teleport to another location high in the sky. Unexpectedly, the warhammer suddenly changed direction and accelerated towards Sherlin; this thing even had a tracking function!
At the same time that Skylar was attacked by the Golgomath, the wizards on the ground, led and commanded by Mr. Delacour and Desiree respectively, launched an attack on the Giants that were surrounded.
"How dare they attack Mr. Malfoy! These foolish Giants must be punished and taught a lesson!" cried Mr. Delacour.
"Don't use Stunning Spells on Giants; they have extremely high resistance to magic. Just use Conjunctivitis Curse to blind them, and then use magic to create traps on the ground!" the experienced Desiree shouted.
"If it is absolutely necessary to fight them head-on, use Blasting Curse to attack the back of their heads—they are not afraid of Blasting Curse, but the impact of the explosion can stun them."
These common-sense facts had actually been explained to them by Desiree and Mr. Delacour before they arrived at Valley of Giants. However, some of the wizards were seeing Giants for the first time. If they were to face Giants directly in a battle, they would inevitably be intimidated by Giant enormous size and strength, and it would not be surprising if they forgot some of them. That is why the two leaders patiently reminded everyone again.
Skylar snorted coldly, and a golden light shone from the Lion's Roar Bracers on his arms.
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Feeling the overflowing magic power within him, Skylar vigorously swung his wand. A spiraling tornado erupted from the tip of the wand. Skylar flicked the wand, and suddenly, the tornado roared and swelled up, expanding more than tenfold like an inflating balloon. It was also accompanied by visible purple-blue lightning power. Even from a distance, Skylar could feel a faint tingling sensation on his skin.
Skylar created his own wind and thunder combination magic – Whirling Wind, Raging Thunder!
A thunderous tornado struck the warhammer, sending it flying far away. The warhammer crashed into a distant snow-capped mountain, creating a deafening roar and triggering a massive avalanche.
Skylar descended from the sky, standing before his Golgomath. He surveyed the surrounding Giants— some unconscious, blind, or bound hand and foot with thick magical chains—and coldly said, "I'll give you one chance. We'll fight one-on-one."
Savannah read Skylar's thoughts through the telepathic connection attached to her master-slave contract with Skylar, and loudly translated Skylar's words into Giant's Language to the Golgomath.
To everyone's surprise, Golgomath was now unarmed, and from the increasingly weak shouts of his men, he could tell that their defeat was essentially certain, and they were merely making a last-ditch effort.
He sighed, shook his head, and knelt down, trembling, prostrating himself on the ground and burying his head deep in the earth, expressing the Giant's unique gesture of submission.
A hush fell over the scene.
As the thuds echoed, the remaining Giants who had been resisting ceased their movements, their weapons falling limply to the ground.
Their faces still bore expressions of resentment, but they could only dejectedly kneel on the ground like the Golgomath, surrendering without resistance.