Lord of Winter: Beginning with Daily Intelligence - Chapter 375 - 253: Massacre of the Frost Giants
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Chapter 375: Chapter 253: Massacre of the Frost Giants
They didn’t even realize how they gradually walked from the Land of Freedom into this encirclement.
As expected, most of the giants had reached the valley’s center, where thirteen rolling “soup pots” were heaped.
They swung their clubs wildly, crazily fighting for them. Many individuals bit and tore at each other, and even a blue-eyed, thick-armored type was knocked over by two fellow tribesmen by the pot, its head crushed into the stone ground.
The red-striped giant at the center roared in madness, stomping a slightly smaller fellow to death with one foot.
Then it sat down by the soup pot, audaciously reaching out to stuff the searing meatballs by the pot into its mouth, ignoring the hot oil dripping down its chin.
Just right… almost there.
On the cliff, Louis slowly raised his right hand, gloved in black.
The flag bearer stood behind him, the deep red command flag in hand unmoving.
In the next moment, Louis clenched his five fingers.
Swish—
The gold-edged red flag was raised high, flapping fiercely in the northern wind, like a burning blade pointing straight to the valley bottom!
That was the “open fire” signal.
On both sides of the valley, the heavy magic explosion bullets hidden beneath the snow finally erupted at that moment.
Boom!!!!
It was an angry thunder tearing through the sky, almost instantly ripping apart the air at the valley’s bottom.
The explosion point was set at the valley center, precisely targeting the largest gathering area around the three soup pots.
Blazing red light surged from the snow, like a volcanic eruption, swiftly turning into a dark flame mushroom cloud devouring everything.
Within a fifty-meter radius of the core, the giants didn’t even have time to struggle and were melted into charred remains on the spot.
Their skin twisted, evaporated, and exploded in the high heat, bones deformed and shattered like porcelain.
A red-striped individual even vaporized directly at the explosion center, leaving only a charred spine half-embedded in the earth, like a burnt ghost pillar.
The shock wave of the explosion cleaved the air like a sharp axe, quickly spreading outwards.
Over thirty giants in the outer circle were directly blown away, rolling to the valley’s sides.
Some had their brains splattered against the rock wall, others had their legs blown off, lying on the ground wailing, trying to get up, only able to let out mournful cries in the scorching snow mud.
“Guah-aa—ha-ooh—!”
Screams echoed one after another; these giants like beasts thrown into a boiling pot.
The shock wave spread to the cliff, cracking a fragile ice layer buried under the snow.
Crack—rumble!
The cliff’s ice layer collapsed with a roar, and twelve Frost Giant not yet in the valley fell beneath the avalanche, some crashing through the ice surface falling tens of meters into the deep valley below, bones cracking and cries of agony resounding.
Some were crushed beneath the cliff rocks, with only writhing limbs exposed.
The entire gorge had now transformed into a hellish cauldron filled with blood and fire.
Then, smoke grenades thrown from the mountaintops on all sides ignited one after another, thick black fog like ink blanketing the entire valley.
The giants’ world blurred suddenly in their eyes, with burning heat and the stench of char intersecting in the air, they lost their sight, smell, and sense of direction.
The forty or so remaining giants began to instinctively withdraw.
They ran back in terror, wailing, trampling and shoving each other, some even crashing into the valley walls, bleeding profusely.
But at that moment, the second heavy magic explosion bullet on the southwest inclined valley also began to fire.
Boom————!!!
This explosion was no longer a vertical drop, but a sweeping barrage attack.
A fiery column rolled outward like a fan shape, accurately cutting off the giants’ retreat.
The ten or so giants at the front were engulfed in flames, even flying several meters into the air before dismembering, with severed limbs and charred flesh scattering into the valley path on both sides.
A thick-armored blue-eyed individual attempting to jump was hit by the blast wave just after stepping halfway out, instantly half-charred, with even its helmet-like skull splitting open, falling onto its back, its eyeballs popping and bursting into black smoke in the high heat.
The snow instantly turned black, the surface burned as if in a hot iron pot.
The giants had nowhere left to escape, only able to wail and kneel amidst the embers and blood.
In a mere quarter of an hour, two magic explosion bullets destroyed the main force of the whole Frost Clan.
Of the original ninety-eight Frost Giants, only twenty-two remained struggling, and even they had no place to escape.
Above in the sky, fierce winds carried away the scorching stench, howling past.
The valley was still burning, embers rolling, charred flesh and black smoke intertwining, like some kind of barbaric civilization’s sacrifice.
At the moment when the formation of the Frost Giants was thoroughly shattered and chaotic, the main flag on the mountain peak was raised high.
Louis slowly lowered his arm, and the flag officer beside him shouted loudly: “Command Flag — Fly!”
The red flag waved, and the horn sounded long.
“Knight team, move out!”
In an instant, ten elite knight teams charged down the mountain paths on both wings like sharp blades, the oppressive sense of tactical squads advancing in unison enshrouding like a giant net.
They encircled in a pincer movement, needing no more words, coordinating only through flag signals and whistles.
Each group of five was equipped with lightweight magic explosion bullets, controlled by the vice-knight for precise throws into the densest areas of the enemy remnants in the valley.
“Release!” The magic explosion bullets traced sharp, whistling arcs, landing with explosive sounds!
“Boom—! Boom!!”
Three struggling Frost Giants trying to regroup their formation were lifted along with the charred snow beneath them, their flesh instantly torn by the blazing flames, their bones turning to charcoal as they rolled in the valley.
But with the explosion, a Blue-eyed Giant rose with an angry roar!
Its body burst with cold energy, the extreme cold domain expanded instantly, sweeping snow mist within dozens of meters, plunging temperatures!
One knight team approached too quickly, their warhorses neighed and halted, their armors frosted, their breaths freezing into ice beads!
“Fighting energy to repel the cold!” the team leader shouted, and the five of them ignited their fighting energy, repelling the cold with steam, forcefully breaking into the giant’s ice domain!
The Blue-eyed Giant roared, with a fierce swing of its palm it split rocks, an avalanche of snow crashing towards the knights!
But the knight formation remained unbroken, two knights charged forward to lure, while three knights attacked from the flanks, instantly severing its hind knee tendons!
The giant knelt down, its roar unfinished, when a fighting spirit longsword pierced up into its brain from its jaw, severing its nervous center, collapsing with a crash!
Another heavily armored Blue-eyed individual, also pressed hard, leaped out from the pile of corpses, its body aflame yet still trying to unleash a frost storm!
“Switch bullets!” the vice-captain whispered, three knights switched explosive bullet forms, igniting high-temperature magic explosion bullets!
“Throw!”
Three fires precisely hit the giant’s abdominal cavity, chest, and face armor, chain-exploding in mid-air!
“Boom! Boom!! Boom—!”
This Blue-eyed Giant with the strongest defense collapsed in its chest, its ice crystal armor shattering like cracks in a shell, burnt through its throat, falling like a waste furnace of scorched bronze, unable to move.
Meanwhile, the group of giants attempted to break through.
“Direction of the valley mouth—block them!”
Lines of blockade already set up and two mobile knight teams awaited there long.
“Throw the bombs!”
Three lightweight magic explosion bullets precisely hit the path of the escaping enemies, blasting up a wall of fire and rolling stones.
The giants, in a panic, turned and crashed into the knight formations pursuing from the subsidiary wings, instantly collapsing.
The last red-striped berserk type giant roared, raising its arms high, trying to break through the blockade amidst the chaos.
But before it could take three steps, a silver shadow leapt from the cliff like a meteor.
Lambert’s war spear, blazing with fighting energy, pierced through the red-striped giant’s throat with precision!
The six-meter tall monster seemed to lose its life support, its eyes lost focus, collapsing with a crash.
Blood gushed like a spring, yet only splashed outside the battle boots.
The valley fell silent, only the charred remains popped softly in the melting snow.
A knight kicked the shattered ice armor with his boot, “…Really, they couldn’t even hit us.”
Another person softly sighed: “From start to finish, it felt like they were being processed in batches. This isn’t a war, it’s a hunt.”
The Frost Giant clan was annihilated, ninety-eight bodies, not one escaped.
Louis’s side had zero casualties, with only twelve lightly injured, mostly from shock waves and scratches.
It was a classic battle of extreme tactical suppression and terrain-induced slaughter.
Louis stood on high ground, overlooking the battlefield in the valley, his gaze as calm as a mirror.
He never drew his sword, relying solely on a plan, half a day’s setup, and precise orders to turn these most dangerous enemies in the valley into a pile of charred bones.
A large quantity of remaining Frost Giant body parts in the valley were collected in an orderly manner. Louis ordered them to be boiled, crushed, fermented, and made into fertilizer.
Two years ago, Red Tide Territory had tested a batch of “giant bone fertilizer” with significant effects, and now these bodies conveniently served as raw materials for fertilizer.
As the giants fell, the River Valley Basin posed no more threats, and preparations for spring plowing immediately commenced in full.


