Chapter 97: Killing You Is for Your Own Good

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  As the morale was boosted, the Frost Giants cheered and shouted excitedly. The Beast Lord immediately led them out of the massive tent made of mammoth skin, shouting all the way as they directly faced the gigantic and majestic Castle Siegheart.

  The Castle of Xihart is different from the simple and crude Pailos Castle, even surpassing the well-defended Glacier Castle.

  The wall body with dense and countless shooting windows on the rocky cast wall, the entire city wall is a circle of shooting towers without dead ends, can accommodate at least 800 archers, squeeze a little, half more is also possible.

  On the entire city wall, forty-eight heavy ballistae were embedded, which could penetrate three heavily armored cavalry without pressure. All defensive materials such as rolling stones and logs were prepared very neatly. It can be seen that Baron Westerhawk had been waiting for this war for a long time.

  The road construction of the castle is also very solid, can accommodate four horses to run side by side. In this castle, there are more than 20,000 people living in it. In case of emergency mobilization, at least 5,000 militia will be formed. Adding the 3,000 regular army of Baron Westhardt and the 4,000 irregular army of other nobles, the entire castle is already filled with soldiers and war supplies.

  The Frost Giant walked a little further away from the castle, pointing and gesturing towards it, loudly jeering.

  Upon arriving at the city below, Zha'thik rode a majestic yak, alongside him was the pale-faced Albion priest riding a warhorse, and next to them was the Frost Giant chieftain, Kragnir, riding a mammoth.

  The two frost giants beside him and their massive mounts made the albino pastor on his white horse look even more like a martyr. His pale face had lost all its blood, without any expression that normal people would have, looking just like an icy corpse.

  The beast pointed at Castle Sieghart and said to Pastor Albi, "Take two hundred Frost Giants and sweep away the rear of Baron Sieghart."

  Pastor Albi closed his eyes, took a deep breath in and then let it out with a sigh, without saying a word, as if he hadn't heard anything.

  The beast turned its head and looked at him.

  Pastor Albi also turned his head and looked at the beast's head.

  The beast let out a sigh and said, "Are you resentful that I killed Lord Lusere?" Pastor Albi nodded firmly and said, "Not resentment, but hatred. If I had the ability, I would cut off your deceitful head right now!"

  The beast head burst out laughing and said, "Victory or defeat is just like this. You also saw the dispute between him and me. If we break up, who do you think will be the biggest loser?"

  Pastor Albi sneered: "Is it that the people of Beidi are not enough?"

  The beast's smile faded, and he said seriously: "It was Viscount Lusere. Because by then, I had no reason to hold back, and could only kill his whole family. And now, his 14-year-old son can inherit the title."

  I've seen that kid before, you know. He's not a coward, but he's definitely no hero either. Without the help of Frost Giants, what do you think would happen to him? Could he survive in this harsh Northland? I'm afraid his whole family will be torn apart by those nobles who are actually just robbers and thieves, and even his corpse will be desecrated by grave robbers."

  Pastor Albi was not good at debating. Upon hearing Beast's words, he tightly pursed his lips and did not speak.

  "So I killed Viscount Lutzer, it's really a good attitude for taking responsibility for his whole family." The beast head said leisurely.

  Pastor Albi heard this and thought it made sense, but looking directly at the premise and conclusion, he still felt a sense of being deceived. He angrily cursed: "Shameless scoundrel, how dare you come to deceive me!"

  The beast head stopped and laughed again, saying: "Are you really not aware of the Frost Giant? Or are you pretending not to understand the nature of the people of Beidi? You should know that the Frost Giant can treat humans as food. Do you believe me, with just one order from me, the entire Beidi will never see humans again?"

  "What's the difference? At least it's better than living a shameful life like this!"

  "The Beast said, "This is your idea, but not others'. Now I'm keeping you in charge of humanity, and you're keeping Viscount Lusere's son, Lusere the Second. But what if I were to replace you with someone else? Someone more capable, yet a murderous lunatic? Think about it, you and Viscount Lusere's family, what would become of you?"

  Pastor Albi didn't say anything else, he just trembled and stared ahead.

  The beast head let out a long sigh and said, "I also lived in human society for a period of time. I understand some of humanity's thoughts. Also the only one who can hold back Frost Giant."

  "So you'd better listen to me, there's no harm in that. I'm ordering the Frost Giant to sweep through the rear of Baron Westhardt, if I were to order the Frost Giant to go himself? What do you think would happen to those humans in the rear of Baron Westhardt? They'd probably all be eaten as snacks, crunching away."

  "Albi Pastor roared: 'How dare you!!!!!!'"

  The beast-headed one said indifferently, "Of course I dare. My soul belongs to the Frost Goddess, and I think she would also be very interested in this matter of spreading her prestige. She will also be delighted when she hears this news."

  Albion is also the priest of Frost Goddess, although he is just a low-ranking priest, he is also very clear about the Frost Goddess's thin and unkind, unpredictable temperament. Indeed, maybe the goddess will be happy too.

  "We frost giants only need exquisite food and living materials from humans, as for other powers and lands, we don't care about them at all."

  When this fight is over, Lord Styr and Duncan the Bastard will be dead, but we Frost Giants still have to return to the ice sheet. The summer of the Northland is just too hot for us.

  You've also read the history of the North, although the Frost Giants are stronger than other races, why can they only be trapped in the northern glaciers? It's because the temperature of the human world is not suitable for us.

  Short-term combat is still possible, but long-term residence, with goddesses above, will cost us our lives.

  After conquering the entire North Land by force, it will still be handed over to you humans.

  I did indeed kill Lord Luthor, but after the North is conquered, to whom will the giants of frost give this North? As long as you behave yourself, this North can be yours, or anyone's, whoever you want to give it to.

  At that time, we only need humans to offer sacrifices to us from time to time, and we don't need anything else. We will coexist peacefully, like well water not offending river water.

  At that time, I am the king of Frost Giants. If you are willing, you can be the king of humans. If not, then Lusere II will be the king of humans. Whoever offends you, can also ask for our help. How about it? Isn't it great?

  From now on, you humans will live a carefree and happy life in the land of Vasa. Hmm, it sounds like a fairy tale, so beautiful."

  The beast clapped its palms together, as if it had just heard a perfect story.

  Pastor Albie's breathing became more rapid, unsure whether it was from what he had just seen or the intense struggle still going on inside him.

  "The beast-headed man roared: 'We've said all we need to say!! Now get out of here!!'"

  Pastor Albi was suddenly awakened by a loud roar, and subconsciously he was like slapping a horse to make it run. The beast's head also instructed: "Also, prepare trebuchets for us! I know you have them! The more the better!"