"I, Di Polo, are you not a god from the dark camp?" Downton was startled.
"Nonsense, if I were from the dark camp, how could I teach you the divine magic?" The cheap god rolled his eyes in his heart, thinking that Downton was too stupid.
"That's right. I heard that the Thirteenth Cardinal Chamber of the Holy See and the Inquisition are institutions for punishing heretics and fallen knights, and their torture methods are top-notch." Downton remembered Elaine's introduction. When he mentioned these organizations, even women
The officiating priests were very uncomfortable, as if they were some kind of man-eating demons.
"Eight hundred souls, no more." The cheap god finally found the opportunity to rekindle the divine fire and would not give it up no matter what.
"Since you know their language, you should also know the origin of this native, right?" Downton did not agree immediately.
"Of course, with his red skin, long hair, and pupils, plus the fact that he speaks a language derived from the ancient Titan language, you don't need to guess to know that he is a Krupp Titan."
The Cheap God is a god after all. Even if he is not an encyclopedia like Homer, he still possesses very vast knowledge. There is no problem in being called a polymath.
"Giant?" Downton chuckled, "Although this guy has decent muscles, he is 1.5 meters tall and weighs at most 50 kilograms. He is as heavy as a bean sprout. You actually call him a giant? I think calling him a dwarf is more like it.
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"I feel ashamed of your ignorance. Although the Krupp giants are not pure blood, they still belong to the direct bloodline of the Titan giants. Their clan was the undisputed king of the entire Western Continent in the era of giants hundreds of thousands of years ago.
If it hadn't been for the wise Elf Queen leading the Elf clan to overthrow the rule, you would still be their food now."
Having been 'blackmailed' by Downton all this time, the cheap god has long been furious. Now he finally found an opportunity to ridicule him. Naturally, he won't let it go.
"Rations? They eat people?" Downton was startled, but he didn't care at all about the cheap god's sarcasm.
"What's the point? To giants, humans are like pigs and sheep, food that can satisfy their hunger, because your intelligence is too low-level." The Cheap God revealed the ancient secret, "By the way, you started with
When you’re wearing animal skins and hunting and struggling to survive, you’re not even qualified to be an elf’s slave.”
Downton nodded. In fact, this is also the case now. For some races, other races are food. This has nothing to do with wisdom and morality, but is the inheritance of tens of thousands of years of life.
"It seems that the crystal wall system of this lava secret realm is very stable, has very few connections with other planes, and has always remained independent. Otherwise, there would be no Krupp giants left."
The cheap god sighed with emotion, it can be said that the indigenous boy in front of him is a living fossil.
"What do you mean?" Downton knew that the outermost layer of a plane is the crystal wall. The more stable it is, the more complex plane laws it contains, and the more stable the plane is.
Even if gods from other planes enter, if their divine power is not enough, they will be naturally suppressed by the laws of the plane. This seems to be the situation that Homer encountered.
Because the altar of the cheap god exists in the dimension space of the grimoire, it avoids being suppressed by the law. Otherwise, there would be no chance to talk to Downton.
"This is a branch of the Titan. Let's not talk about how precious his bloodline is. His own bones and blood are one of the best magic materials. They are used to make weapons, at least of the perfect level." Cheap common sense.
, "In the Western Continent, he is the rarest research material. As long as you bring him back, even those scepter-level magicians will be alerted and rush to buy him."
"What are you talking about?" Seeing Downton talking to himself, Thiessen, who was ignored, couldn't help but interject and asked, thinking that Downton might be a madman.
"Hey. This tribe is finished!" Downton shook his head. For adventurers looking for money, once they recognize these Krupp giants, crazy plundering and killing will inevitably follow. They are simply
It’s just a personal vault!
"Yes, but adventurers must also be prepared to suffer huge losses. He is a Krupp giant, and his single-body combat power is definitely the highest in the Western Continent."
The God of Cheap is not just bragging. The various footprints left by the era of giants all prove their strength and dominance.
"You are so skinny, but you don't look very powerful?"
Downton saw that Thiessen was too tired and his legs were weak, so he simply stopped, took out the beer can, unscrewed it, and gave him a sip of wine to soothe his throat.
The sweet taste exploded on his taste buds. Thiessen's eyes lit up, he bit the mouth of the bottle, raised his head and poured it into his mouth.
"I, Di Polo, drink less!"
Downton slashed Thiessen on the neck with a knife, causing him to cough and loosen his teeth.
"It's delicious, give me some more." Thyssen couldn't help shouting. The Krupp giant who lives in the secret realm of lava has a love for any spring water, fine wine, and nectar that is ingrained in his bones.
"Don't even think about it!"
Downton is a good man, and he believes in not offending others unless they offend him. What's more, Thiessen is a young boy, and he can't do it if he is allowed to abuse him.
"He is still a teenager. When he participates in the tribe's adult ceremony, you will know how terrifying he is." The cheap god became impatient, "I tell you so much, but it is still worth a thousand souls, right?"
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"How about I give you the soul remains of the Flame Centipede, teach me the Krupp language, and at the same time double the blessing effect of the basic three divine arts?"
"At most, twice as much, Downton, only the magic gained through hard training is your own!" The cheap god gave a rare and sincere persuasion.
Of course, she would never admit that she made the excuse because she didn't want to waste her divine power.
"Okay, the deal is established!"
As soon as Downton finished speaking, a white translucent holy light arrow shot out from the ring, drew an arc and shot into the center of his eyebrows.
Dizziness hit him immediately, and Downton briefly lost consciousness. He felt countless words pouring into his mind, giving him a headache.
Seeing Downton's body trembling and his eyes losing focus, Thiessen subconsciously prepared to kill him with a headbutt, but as soon as he leaned back and made a move, the opponent's head turned around.
"Don't force me to kill you!"
Listening to this very blunt sentence with an unknown accent in Krupp's language, Thiessen was stunned and subconsciously swore, "Are you a lava man? Then don't pretend to be an intruder to scare me?"
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"I'm a Western native!" Downton rolled his eyes, "Can you stop being so stupid? Even if my clothes can be disguised, my race, living habits, and body movements can all be used to identify me, right?"
Thiessen's entire face turned red from embarrassment. Fortunately, his skin was already red, so there was no clue.
"Tell me, have you ever eaten human flesh?" This is Downton's taboo. If Thiessen had eaten human flesh, then I'm sorry, he would have no choice but to die.
"You are the one who eats human flesh!" Thiessen countered. He was surprised to find that Downton's words were slipping more and more. "How do you know our language?"
"I won't tell you." Downton showed eight white teeth and a hearty smile, "Tell me, give me some information in exchange for your freedom."
In the dark cave, Downton sat across from the giant boy and looked through the backpack he found. As expected, he found a map in the possession of one of the patrollers.
"I will not betray the tribe!" Thiessen looked at Downton fiercely. The boy did not beat him, nor did he look like other intruders who were eager to squeeze out every bit of value from him. He thought he would join the crowd.
Different, I didn’t expect him to be a villain as well.
"The patriarch is indeed right, the intruders are all bad guys." Thiessen cursed unbridled. The giant's character is so upright, and he will never hide anything he says.
"I don't like human trafficking. It's useless for you to tell me the location of the tribe. I'm just asking about potions, mineral veins and other information." Downton hated the slave trade. He sold ogres before because these natives were cannibals.
, he did not treat them as intelligent creatures.
Thiessen stared at Downton, wondering whether his words were true or false.
"I saved you, you can't let me go away empty-handed, right? Or are the Krupp giants just villains who repay kindness with hatred?" Downton was testing Thiessen's character. After all, he had been a postman for three years, but he was not.
The kind of dumb guy who doesn't understand anything.
"Fart, our giant family has the most important promise. If you let me go, I will repay you!" Thiessen was anxious, and the veins on his neck bulged.
"Then let's go to the location of the mineral vein first and consider it as a meeting gift!" Downton joked, and then picked up the largest leather backpack.
"Don't move, that's my backpack." Thiessen rushed over, but was kicked down by Downton.
"Don't force me to kill someone. Besides, it's my trophy now." Downton opened his backpack and clicked his tongue, "Your tribe is very poor."
"It's not poor, at least it's better than the Storm Dragon people." Thiessen retorted, but this sentence was a bit stubborn. During the past few days of escape, he also killed the invaders who were chasing him and got some trophies.
, those breads, cheeses and wines are indeed very delicious.
"Are you still talking about poverty? There are no other fabrics except leather." Downton picked up a roasted smoked plant, "It looks a bit like a mushroom, and you guys eat this? No wonder you look like bean sprouts!"
"Fart, after the adult ceremony, I will become a real giant and the Krupp of the clan!" Thyssen roared.
"Keep your voice down, you'll attract others." Downton teased, "By the way, your tribe is not short of iron, right? Do you want to trade with me? I'll exchange it for fine wine!"
Thiessen was silent, and Downton did not urge him, but carefully searched every place in the backpack.
"You...how do you know the current situation of my tribe?" Seeing that Downton didn't speak, Thiessen couldn't hold his breath. In addition to being surprised that Downton's judgment was accurate, he was also surprised that he was about to find the piece sewn on the leather sandwich.
in the map.
"Secret!" Downton shrugged his shoulders, and the smile on his face almost made Thiessen angry to death. He wanted to punch him twice, but he couldn't care less, his voice almost rose to his throat, because Downton was getting closer and closer to the map.