"These giants don't seem to want to talk to us much. Although they have a good attitude towards us, when it comes to such secrets, they have three warnings." Zhu Rong shook his head, his eyes flashed with fire, and he said softly: "Or we can consider being more brutal and kill these giants directly. I don't believe they can't be found!" The things left behind by the God of Creation are definitely not ordinary goods. If they can get it, it will be a huge gain, and their improvement will be unimaginable. Previously, Yi and Chi You went to the world of Celtic mythology and gained a lot. After returning, they went into seclusion and greatly improved their strength. The Twelve Ancestral Witches saw this and were quite greedy. Therefore, this time Xuan Ming and Zhu Rong agreed to Di Jun's invitation to join the vanguard expedition. The Twelve Ancestral Witches do not have souls, so they cannot practice Taoism and magical powers, and the ways to improve them are very limited. Therefore, the expedition is their best chance. The ancestral witches naturally want to improve their own strength, and they cannot let these younger generations be more beautiful than the previous ones.
"Don't forget, Di Jun said that we are here to open up a base. Don't make such a big fuss like Ancestor Minghe." Xuan Ming shook his head. With the prehistoric communication interface here, she already knew what kind of commotion the Styx ancestor had made. Asgard, that is the center of the gods in the Nordic mythological world, is equivalent to Mount Buzhou of the Witch Clan. Ancestor Styx is jumping around on someone else's minefield. It is already extremely incredible to be able to save a life now. "Other than that, don't you think the situation of the Witch Clan and these Giant Clan are very similar?" Xuan Ming added at the end, and then looked at Zhu Rong. When his eyes turned to those giants again, there was compassion in his eyes. These giants possess great strength, but not the wisdom to match it. Fooled by Odin and the gods, he can only survive in this bitter cold place. Just like the Witch Clan who was rejected by Heaven, they could only hide in the Buzhou Mountains and roam the earth, but they had to worry about disputes with the Monster Clan. "That's true." "However, we are smarter than them. What we inherit is the blood of God the Father!" Zhu Rong nodded deeply, but then became proud again. The Wu clan claims to be the authentic Pangu sect, and they somewhat look down upon other innate sacred beings. Even these giants... although they are very similar to the witch clan in nature, the ancestor witches still look down upon them. "This world is not inferior to the prehistoric world opened by Father God. As the blood descendants of Father God, we should visit the God of Creation!" After Xuan Ming finished speaking, she looked at the sky, as if looking for the eyes that were watching her secretly. However, she didn't find it. That existence seemed to be in some strange state that she couldn't even peek into.
This also made Xuan Ming even more convinced that the being who had been watching her must be the ancestor Ymir. Zhu Rong heard the words, thought about it, nodded and said: "Okay, let's go see Begelmir first. Without his permission, it will be difficult for us to go to the depths of Jotunheim." Bergmir is the king of the Frost Giant clan. His status is equal to that of Odin. He is the king of giants and the master who rules Jotunheim. He is the son of Thredgemir, a six-headed giant born from between Ymir's feet. Therefore, Bergmir is also the grandson of Ymir. It is precisely because of this that Bergmir can rule the giants and is entangled with the gods until now. His strength is extremely powerful, and even two ancestral wizards working together cannot suppress him. When they first came to Jotunheim, Xuan Ming and Zhu Rong had fought against Begelmir, and the result was a disastrous defeat. In the eyes of the two ancestral witches, the strength of this giant king was almost as strong as that of Di Jiang, the leader of the twelve ancestral witches. This is also the reason why the two great ancestral witches are willing to stay in Jotunheim and do not act recklessly. "Well, don't forget the purpose of our coming here and calm down your temper!" Xuan Ming responded, not forgetting to give a warning. "Don't worry!" Zhu Rong responded carelessly. In fact, Zhu Rong didn't take it to heart. In his opinion, there were only a few giants in Jotunheim worth paying attention to. All others are ants. Seeing this, Xuan Ming had no choice but to shake his head. Without saying anything, he walked down the mountain with Zhu Rong. The ancestral witch did not cultivate magical powers and had no magical power. He only relied on his physical body to cross the mountain top and arrived at the valley where the giants lived. When the giants saw the appearance of the two ancestral wizards, they didn't feel anything special and nodded friendly. The giants are not as cruel and vicious as what is spread in the nine realms. It seems that due to the fall of the ancestor Ymir, the cruelty and ferocity passed down by the blood of the giants have all gone with Ymir's incarnation of all things. The two ancestral witches walked into the gathering place of giants. The giants just looked at the two from time to time and continued to do their own things. Xuan Ming and Zhu Rong didn't pay attention and found the Frost Giant who first received them. "I want to see your king!" Xuan Ming said straight to the point. "plz follow me!" The frost giant didn't ask why or report it, and just walked inside with the two ancestral witches. This is due to being a witch clan and an ancestral witch. In fact, the Giant Clan and the Witch Clan are indeed very similar in nature. At first, there were even frost giants who mistook Xuanming and Zhurong for the same race. …
Xuanming and Zhurong, led by the frost giant, walked to the deepest part of the valley. There was a very simple building made of dark blue ice. Although it looked simple, it was tall and majestic, as if it would reach the sky. The dark portal was like a giant beast with its mouth open, ready to devour anyone who stepped in. "Bergelmir is inside!" the frost giant pointed and said. Looking at this scene, Xuanming didn't say anything, just nodded. But Zhurong was a little suspicious, this was the frost giant's lair. Just let the two outsiders come here? However, Xuanming didn't say much, nodded to the frost giant, and then led Zhurong inside. The building was not big, but it looked very high. Even with the size of a giant, entering here would be just two tiny ants. After walking for a while, they saw a slightly old frost giant. He was sitting on a chair made of ice, with his hands on his chin, and his dark blue eyes staring straight at Xuanming and Zhurong. "You are here, the one being watched by the ancestor!" Bergelmir said.