"Roar--"

The Terradragon let out a dull roar and rushed directly into the burning camp.

These hill giants were much taller than ordinary humanoids, but they were still vulnerable to the charge of these hill-like dragon beasts.

"what!"

"It hurts!"

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

"who are you?"

"Why, intrusion, tribe!"

The hunchbacked hill giant elder holding a wooden staff was filled with shock and anger. For tens of millions of years, they had lived a beastly life in the mountains, just eating and reproducing like savages, but they also had the most basic wisdom.

These giant elders are often the wisest among them. They actually know a few basic common language words and asked such questions.

Lived in Caterpa for many years.

The hill giants already knew how terrible the humans in the south were, and would never take the initiative to attack, but would only greedily eat all the creatures around them.

Although they have not developed their own culture, they will try to imitate the behavior of certain creatures before eating them.

However, it is just a simple imitation, and they don't even think about whether their body size is suitable for doing so. Once a tribe of hill giants collectively imitated the elves and lived in trees, which resulted in all the trees in the forest being crushed.

This time, the emergence of a new enemy broke their thousands of years of tradition and left the hill giants at a loss.

The Hobgoblin Count stood up on the back of the Drake, looked down at the hill giant not far away, and laughed wildly: "Who are we? Who are we?"

"We are the Empire's expeditionary force!"

"We will bring utter death and destruction here! Just because you are pests breeding on the Empire's territory!"

Jesse originally wanted to throw his spear and kill the hill giant elder, but after thinking for a moment, he took out the pistol from his waist with a grin, quickly raised it and aimed.

"Foolish fellow, taste the wisdom of the empire."

"boom!"

With a gunshot, a blood hole suddenly appeared between the eyebrows of the hill giant elder, and his huge body fell down with a bang.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Good baby!"

Jesse blew away the thin smoke from the muzzle of the gun and put it back to his waist with care. He felt great satisfaction every time he fired.

Having experienced the war against the "Eternal Frost" tribe, the Empire's army has a lot of experience in slaughtering giants.

They worked in groups of two or three, divided and surrounded the battlefield, and launched attacks from different directions, always making sure these clumsy guys were shot to death before they could find the enemy.

The sound of gunfire, the sound of the claws and hooves of the ground dragon beasts, the wails of the hill giants, and the shouts of the imperial soldiers intertwined on the battlefield.

The smell of blood and gunpowder filled the wilderness.

Facing the well-trained imperial infantry and lancers, these barbarian, unruly hill giants had no chance of winning - even with their huge size and strength.

The hobgoblin lieutenant also rode on the back of the earth dragon beast and trampled a hill giant lying on the ground to death. He shouted to Jesse from a distance: "My Lord Earl, there seem to be some cubs in the cave!"

Jesse's face suddenly turned cold and he said in a stern voice: "Don't leave any one alive, kill them all." Although these hill giants were little cubs, they were much taller than ordinary people. The shortest of them was two meters tall. They huddled deep in the cave, shivering.

Under Jesse's command, the hobgoblins threw bundles of firewood into the cave. Several wyverns landed on the ground, blocked the cave entrance, and spewed flames into the cave.

Suddenly, the firewood caught fire, and flames and thick smoke poured into the depths of the cave. The hill giant cubs could not bear the smoke and burning, and they fled wailing, trying to leave the cave.

But before they could take a step out of the cave, the hobgoblin infantrymen who had been waiting in a row at the entrance of the cave for a long time pulled the trigger in unison, and the rifles in their hands made loud noises.

"boom!"

"Bang! Bang!"

The entrance to the cave was filled with charred corpses that were no longer recognizable, and some of them were riddled with bullet holes.

"Sir, the nearby hill giants should all come from here. We have already cleared this place out."

"Very good, these damn guys actually dared to attack the hunting party we sent out and ate a hobgoblin. This is what they deserve."

Jesse crossed his arms, sniffed the smell of gunpowder in the air, and felt the beauty of this war.

Hill giants are considered harmful creatures and cannot become citizens. This is the result of discussions among the top leaders of the empire.

Unlike their lawful evil cousins, the frost giants, hill giants are purely chaotic evil monsters with extremely low intelligence.

In addition, there is a hidden factor that "cannot be told to outsiders". These hill giants are extremely similar to ogres in appearance, habits and blood.

In the complex social system of giants, ogres are below all other giant classes. Due to this nature, ordinary ogres will do almost anything to satisfy the requirements of a giant.

Although the intelligence of the Empire's ogres has been greatly improved and they are no longer bound by the giants, they do not want races with overlapping ecological niches to seize their position.

What's more, after evaluation by the Imperial think tank, the cost of transforming these hill giants into "valuable imperial citizens" would far outweigh the benefits.

Combining the above reasons, Frost Giants can still become a slave race of the empire, while Hill Giants are only worthy of being eliminated as pests.

Jesse took a few steps forward, stepped on the huge head of the hill giant, and then casually kicked it away.

"Bart, is there any movement from the Thracian Kingdom? After they burned down the original castle."

"My Lord Earl, in the past two days, the Red Scale Conqueror discovered scouts from the Thracian Kingdom on the border. However, after our observation, we found that they were just some insignificant ragtag troops."

"Their elite God-born troops have all been transferred to the south to resist the offensive of the Kingdom of Cassander."

Jesse frowned slightly and said rather unhappily: "Arrogant! How dare these Thracians send out scouts?"

"It seems they still don't know how powerful the Empire is!"

The hobgoblin lord drew the pistol from his waist, held it in his hand, feeling its cold texture, and aimed into the distance.

"If it weren't for His Majesty Cassius' concern for the livelihood of the people, our army of the Burning Empire would have marched straight in and conquered the so-called 'City of the Rising Sun' Augusta!"

"It's good enough that we didn't cause any trouble. Who gave them the courage to test us?"

The hobgoblin lord narrowed his eyes, turned his head and looked to the south, and asked coldly: "How far are the areas where those scouts are stationed from our current position?"

"Very close, just sixty miles to the southeast."

Jesse fired several shots to the south and shouted, "Everyone, we will set off immediately to make these Thracians realize the reality and the power of the empire!"

"For the Empire!" (End of this chapter)