The undead creatures that were transformed in a hurry swayed left and right with the clicking sound of their bones, Ajia's figure walked towards a smelting factory in the Black Times Factory with his living guards.

After nearly a night of busyness, it was not just about fighting and killing. Ah Jia also gathered some Yin Fulite. They were originally his employees, and their loyalty was slightly guaranteed.

These Yinfulites were all strong men with wide shoulders and strong body, and their muscular bodies were covered with blood. They were actually very tired this night, but Ah Jia didn't leave time for them to trim.

They carried a huge copper pot, which was found from the smelting plant, and hundreds of runes had just been carved on the curved side walls. Many of Yin Fulite were descendants of the Fire Giant Spirit, even if they were not like A Jia

Such talent is so talented, but most of them also have some sorcerer talents and are capable of simple jobs such as etching spell inscriptions.

There is a heavy and gorgeous lid on the copper pot that seals the contents inside. The lid of the pot is cleverly withered with four demon heads with open mouths, and a wisp of fine smoke is coming from the mouth and eye sockets of the demon head.

The bird rises.

Under Ajia's order, Yinfulite and others carried the cauldron to the aisle in the middle of the factory. With a harsh clang, the cauldron fell to the ground. Yinfulite and quickly retreated outside the branch factory as part of the preparations

Those who have an estimate of the danger of this copper pot in their hearts.

At the same time, Ajia took off a bag of fine spell casting materials from his belt and began to scatter a glowing energy ring along the giant container. This time the magic pattern was simple and crude, but it not only shaped the effect of the spell.

, and it can also increase its effectiveness a hundred times at the same time. When everything is ready, Ajia walked to the pot, pressed his palm on it, and then began to chant the spell with a low and resentful voice.

The spell gushed out from the mouth of the warlock Yinfulith. He recited it for more than ten minutes until the entire factory was filled with ominous energy. A low hissing sound came from the depths of the pot, and the copper wall kept coming back.

The rising heat began to shine. Ajia's hands turned into two balls of flames, and wisps of blue smoke came out where they came into contact with the copper pot. Then, his chanting accelerated, and his words became more and more intense, spitting out the fire.

His eyes focused on the hot crucible and the things inside it.

The gas emitted from the head of the copper demon began to slowly appear as a bright but morbid yellow-green. It became more and more solemn, spreading through the lid of the pot and rolling on the ground of the tunnel like a group of snakes. The steam was astonishing as it was.

The speed expanded into a torrent that surged out, rolling at the feet of Ajia who was on standby, and then under the guidance of the warlock, he "flowed to" the skeleton soldiers who were constantly entering the factory.

Its touch made the bones mottled, the steel was dimmed, and the spear handle and shield faded, while the dead were indifferent.

The power of Ajia's spell became stronger and stronger, and the smoke turned into fog, as if reacting to his gloomy and powerful voice.

After a while, the fog kept surging like a tide, rising to the height of the skeleton warrior’s knees, and began to soak their bones from the outside to the inside.

Suddenly, Ajia leaned his head back and roared out a series of mysterious syllables. A gust of cold wind swept over, as if a painful soul was howling. He drove the solemn mist into the heads of the skeleton soldiers and turned them into

The magic flames in the eye sockets were dyed yellow.

...

In many human races of material planes, in the accounts of war, fighting against giants like Frost Giants, the battlefield will appear particularly barbaric; fighting against undead creatures, the war will become cruel. If they are based on this

In a way of understanding, the war between the Frost Giant and the Undead must be both barbaric and cruel.

"Is everything going well?"

A magical aura shone on the enchantment bracelet with long-distance information transmission function, and a voice sounded in the ears of the leader of the Frost Giant mercenary and the veteran of the Blacksmith Guild.

"The situation is not very good. If you still expect to catch Ah Jia completely before dawn, don't be fooled with me..."

The elder of Frost Giant replied gloomyly. He considered the movement from the factory in the black time; the outside of the factory was already occupied by the Frost Giant warriors who might have been brave enough to fight, but there were still many hidden hidden in those factories.

The undead creature.

For the Frost Giant, the space in those factories was somewhat cramped. This veteran did not want his subordinates to blindly enter the danger surrounding the group - especially the undead creatures whose soldiers were consumables, and his subordinates did not want to be blindly involved in the dangers of the group.

Most of them are from relatives from their hometown tribes.

"...Bring people to your factory. This is your industry. I have knocked off the hardest shell for you, and the acceptance work inside will be done by you."

After saying this, the elder of Frost Giant took the initiative to cut off the call. At this moment, he suddenly smelled some strange smells in the air, not the smell, nor the smell that they often appear in the factory in the casting area.

The smell of coal tar is a strange smell that makes it feel uneasy after it smells.

He stood up straight. As the leader of these frost giants, he was over 20 feet tall - the normal frost giant was about 15 feet tall. His height was even similar to some cloud giants and storm giants - making his sight easy

Go past the black wall of time and see what is happening in the factory.

A yellow cloud like yellow sand, wrapped in a group of skeleton soldiers who were also stained with burnt yellow, walked out of a factory building and strode towards the Frost Giant mercenaries who were building positions in the square in front of the factory.

"Not good!" The elder of Frost Giant suddenly felt a bell in his heart. Without even the messenger shouting, he picked up his double-edged battle axe, used the battle axe front as a drum hammer, and smashed it towards a huge door-shaped shaped one without even calling.

Gong on trusses.

Bang, bang, bang...

The deafening gong sounded throughout the street, and even the frost giants who were fighting with the undead creatures could hear the sound.

"Retreat!" The elder of Frost Giant roared at the top of his throat while ringing the gong.

Because he inhaled a sip of strange air, he felt his throat burning. This shows how bad the frost giant in the black time factory is - they may not have realized it yet because they are trapped in a "crazy battle"

The Frost Giant in the middle is likely to ignore the pain on his body, but the clear-headed Frost Giant veteran knows that he must not let his subordinates fight with the enemy under the yellow smoke.

"Where is the shaman? I order you to cast [neutralizing toxin] to every warrior who withdraws from the battlefield." After giving the order to withdraw the troops from the Jin Dynasty, he found a shaman who could use giant spells, so that he could use the magic of giants.

Pray to Osaiya, Annan, or Solem, the god of the Frost Giant, to remove toxins that may be hidden in his body for his soldiers. Even if the giant is strong, it is a bottomless abyss that can kill them.
Chapter completed!