Lancelo, who was sitting on the sled, suddenly looked moved, his mouth moved without making any sound, but the giant wolf running wildly on the sled immediately began to slow down.

"There are enemies?" Bruto was no longer surprised by this situation and immediately pulled out his hammer.

"There are two groups of frost giants fighting in front." Lancelo nodded, "Let's take a look."

After advancing for a while, everyone heard the sound of fighting from the wind and snow. There were both the roars of the Frost Giant they were familiar with when fighting, the howling sound of the huge rocks flying quickly through the air, the muffled sound of blunt weapons and armor colliding, and some strange sounds they had never heard before.

The sled stopped in front of a small mountain bag, and everyone carefully climbed up to the snow-covered top and looked downward.

In the valley below, about twenty frost giants were fighting fiercely. From the outside, they could easily distinguish the camps of both sides. One of them was wearing patchwork armor and holding bone or stone weapons. The frost giant robbers that everyone encountered a few days ago were mostly dressed in this way; the other group was much more exquisitely equipped. They were wearing chain armors that fit the figure of the giant, holding metal-cast battle axes or giant swords, and most of them also had blue and white double-edged axe emblem on their equipment.

Among these melee frost giants, there are several quite special existences. Their naked bodies are covered with ice-blue rune tattoos, rhythmically hitting the small drums on their waists with their hands, or hitting another shield with their weapons, and recite some rhythmic long poems loudly in the giant's language as the rhythm is.

Lancelo's spiritual senses showed obvious magic fluctuations, and the Frost Giants were obviously also affected by the chanting sound. They seemed to be faster than normal, stronger, more physically strong, and more tolerant of pain, which made the overall battle more bloody and cruel.

"Those who are better equipped should be loyal to the God of Frost Giant." Old Rep had turned back to human form at this time and whispered to everyone, "Did you see the logo of that double-edged axe? That is the emblem of Solem."

"What's going on with those guys who are reciting poetry on the battlefield?" Bruto pointed, "Can this make them live longer?"

"Those are Sikode, the bards of the Frost Giant. As representatives of the gods and the lords of the abyss, they play the role of priests and bishops in the Frost Giant's society." Alamir, who was standing by, explained that the elves also had a wealth of knowledge about the giants. "They can use magic to speak and sing, and can inspire partners, weaken enemies, and even control other people's hearts. As a result, you can also see that under their influence, other Frost Giant fights like crazy, without fear of death."

"Can sound be used to cast spells?" Lancelo couldn't help but ask, he was really surprised.

"Of course, the bard releases supernatural powers by controlling the melody and rhythm. The principle is similar to that of mages chanting mantras, but this is an impossible skill for individuals without talent." Alamir replied with a smile, looking at the dwarf with a meaningful look, "You must have heard of various creation myths, right? Most of them have similar statements: the world was originally a pure chaos, and the gods created basic concepts such as upper and lower, light and darkness with words, allowing the multiverse to be formed. The bards believe that the "Sacred Word of Creation" still echoes everywhere in the void, and their skills are a kind of control of this echo, weaving it into corresponding spells and powers."

"This... sounds a bit incredible." Lancelo subconsciously wanted to refute, but then he thought, did the small bamboo slips left by Han Tianzun also describe the characteristics of the advanced cultivator resonating with the Great Dao and speaking out the Dharma?

"Theory certainly does not equal the truth, but it is true that there is magic in the voices of the minstrels." Alamil shrugged, "If there is a minstrel among the enemy, you must find a way to kill him first, even if there are mages or warlocks, because as an opponent, their voices are sometimes really, very annoying."

"I understand." Lancelo nodded, and the little Isa lying behind him was nodding at the same time. To talk about head-on combat, she might have only fought Karalin, but the young wanderer has reversed the situation more than once in the battle, and is no less important to the team than any other member.

"What the hell are they talking about?" Bruto narrowed his eyes and observed the battle below. "Damn it, I've even taken the Giant Language class, and I've returned it to the teacher..."

"Just just now, they were singing praises to the great achievements of Solem and Koschurch." Alamil shrugged, "and now boasting that the angry prince stole the warhammer from Solem's hand, while the other was insulting them as Mog, who was even less humble than the smelly troll."

"It can be seen that both sides are very angry. Look at that, they keep playing with their brains..." Bruto shrugged, "Which side do you think will win?"

"Of course it's the side that is loyal to Solem." Lancelo replied decisively.

"Why?" The dwarf turned slightly in surprise, "The angry prince's men have an advantage in numbers..."

"But their opponent has an excellent commander." Lancelow pointed to a special figure in the melee, "It was the female frost giant. The front on her right side was defending with all its strength to hold down more enemies, while the front on her left was quickly killing the opponent with the advantage of equipment when the number of people was similar. Coschurch's minions were falling down at a faster speed. Once the number of people on both sides approached, the battle would end in a one-sided manner, and at most a few more minutes..."

"Female Frost Giant?"

Everyone was only interested in Lancelo's first sentence. Following the direction of Lancelo's finger, they saw a slightly shorter (but 19 feet tall) female warrior of frost giant. She had bright long golden hair and dark blue eyes, a necklace that seemed to be made of wolf teeth, and her face was beautiful even by human standards. She was wearing a very comfortable wolf leather cloak on her shoulders, and a long leather skirt suitable for sports. Her exposed waist proudly showed off her clear-lined abdominal muscles, and a pair of leather boots with light blue aura on her feet made her pace extremely light.

Under the gaze of everyone, the female frost giant roared and swung the double-blade axe in her hand fiercely towards the enemy in front of her. The battle axe made a loud thunder sound when it hit the opponent's weapon, and a dazzling electric arc burst out from the axe blade, which hit the opponent with a bang, and flew backwards to the Frost Giant who was one head taller than her.
Chapter completed!