Ashen Dragon-Chapter 424 - 347 The Destruction of the Tribe

Chapter 424: Chapter 347 The Destruction of the Tribe

“Roar—”

The Land Dragon Beasts let out a deep roar and charged directly into the burning camp.

These Hill Giants were far taller than ordinary humanoids, but they still appeared powerless against the charge of these mountain-sized Dragon Beasts.

“Ah!”

“It hurts!”

These crude giants were trampled underfoot and smashed into pulp, letting out screams and wails.

“Who… are you?”

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“Why, invade, tribe?”

The hunched-over, staff-wielding Hill Giant Elder was both shocked and angry. They had lived beast-like lives for millennia, only concerned with eating and reproducing, but possessed basic intelligence.

The Hill Giant Elders, usually the wise ones among them, knew a few basic common language words and asked this question.

They had lived in Cartapa for many years.

The Hill Giants already knew the horror of the humans from the South and never took the initiative to attack, only greedily devouring the nearby creatures.

Although they never developed their own culture, they tried to mimic the behaviors of the creatures they ate.

However, it was mere mimicry; they didn’t even consider whether their size suited such actions—once, a tribe of Hill Giants collectively imitated elves and lived in trees, causing the entire forest to collapse under their weight.

But this time, a new enemy appeared, breaking their age-old traditions and leaving the Hill Giants bewildered.

The Goblin Earl stood up on the back of the Land Dragon Beast, overlooking the nearby Hill Giants, and laughed wildly: “Who are we? You ask who we are?”

“We are the expeditionary army of the Empire!”

“We bring total death and destruction here! Simply because you are pests breeding on Imperial territory!”

Jesse originally intended to throw a spear to kill the Hill Giant Elder, but after a moment’s thought, he grinned viciously and pulled out the handgun from his waist, swiftly aiming it.

“Ignorant fool, taste the wisdom of the Empire…”

“Bang!”

With a gunshot, a blood hole suddenly appeared in the Hill Giant Elder’s forehead, and its massive body fell with a thud.

“Hahahahaha!”

“What a treasure!”

Jesse blew the thin smoke from the gun barrel and lovingly placed it back in his waist. He felt immense satisfaction every time he fired.

Having experienced the war against the “Everfrost” tribe, the Imperial army had learned much about slaughtering giants.

They cooperated in groups of two or three, encircling and dividing the battlefield, launching attacks from different directions, always managing to shoot these clumsy giants before they even realized where the enemy was.

Gunfire, the sound of Land Dragon Beast claws, the Hill Giants’ wails, and the Imperial soldiers’ shouts filled the battlefield.

The scent of blood and gunpowder permeated the wilderness.

Against the well-trained Imperial infantry and rifle cavalry, these wild, disorganized Hill Giants stood no chance—even with their enormous size and strength.

The Goblin Adjutant, also riding on the back of a Land Dragon Beast, crushed a Hill Giant lying on the ground and shouted from afar to Jesse: “Lord Earl, there seem to be some young ones in the cave!”

Jesse’s face instantly turned cold, and he said harshly: “Leave none alive, kill them all.”

These Hill Giants’ so-called young ones were much taller than ordinary people, with the shortest being at least two meters tall. They huddled in the depths of the cave, trembling with fear.

Under Jesse’s orders, the goblins threw bundles of firewood into the cave. Several Bipedal Wyverns landed on the ground, blocking the entrance and simultaneously breathing flames into the cave.

Instantly, the firewood ignited, and flames and thick smoke surged into the cave’s depths. The Hill Giant offspring couldn’t stand the smoke and fire, wailing as they tried to escape the cave.

But before they could step outside, the Goblin Infantry, waiting at the cave entrance, pulled the triggers of their rifles in unison, producing deafening sounds.

“Bang!”

“Bang! Bang!”

The cave entrance was piled high with charred corpses, unrecognizable in form, with some riddled with bullet holes.

“Lord, it appears the surrounding Hill Giants all came from here. We’ve cleared this place entirely.”

“Excellent, these damned creatures dared to attack our hunting party and even ate a Great Goblin. This is their deserved fate.”

Jesse crossed his arms, inhaling the scent of gunpowder in the air and savoring the beauty of war.

The Empire classified Hill Giants as pests, unfit to become citizens, a conclusion reached by the Imperial leaders.

Unlike their Lawful Evil kin—the Frost Giants—the Hill Giants were purely Chaotic Evil monsters with extremely low intelligence.

Additionally, there was a hidden, “unsuitable for outsiders” factor: the Hill Giants closely resembled Ogres in both appearance, habits, and bloodline.

In the complex giant societal structure, Ogres were at the bottom, naturally inclined to do anything to please a giant.

Although the Empire’s Ogres had achieved significant intelligence, freeing themselves from giant control, they nonetheless didn’t want a competing race encroaching on their ecological niche.

Moreover, the Empire’s think tank assessed that transforming these Hill Giants into “valuable Imperial citizens” would cost far more than the benefits.

Considering all these factors, while Frost Giants could still become the Empire’s slave race, Hill Giants deserved only to be eradicated as pests.

Jesse took a few steps forward, stepping on the enormous head of a Hill Giant and casually kicking it away.

“Bart, any movements from the Kingdom of Thrace?—since they burnt their old castle.”

“Lord Earl, in the past two days, the Red Scale Conqueror spotted scout units from the Kingdom of Thrace on the border, but based on our observations, they were merely some inconsequential ragtag troops.”

“Their elite Divine Descendants have all been deployed to the South to resist the Kingdom of Cassandra’s offensive.”

Jesse frowned slightly, feeling quite displeased: “Arrogance! These Thrace people dare to send scouts?”

“Looks like they still don’t understand the might of the Empire!”

The Goblin Earl pulled out the handgun from his waist, feeling its cold texture in his hand, and looked into the distance.

“If not for His Majesty Cassius’s concern for the well-being of the citizens, our Ashen Empire’s army would have long since marched in and taken the so-called ‘City of Sunrise’ Augustus!”

“It’s already good that we haven’t caused trouble; who gave them the courage to test us?”

The Goblin Earl squinted his eyes slightly, turned his head to the South, and coldly asked: “How far is the area where those scouts are stationed from our current position?”

“Very close, just sixty miles southeast.”

Jesse fired several shots to the South and commanded loudly: “Everyone, we move out immediately, let these Thrace people… face reality and understand the power of the Empire!”

“For the Empire!”