In the crimson land, eight hundred kilometers west of the God of War Post.

This is a desolate and wide plain, with iron-red ground and no water. Even those extremely drought-tolerant weeds grow dying, and they may die in the crimson land at any time. This place is called the withered plain.

But life, especially intelligent life, is always stubbornly amazing. Even in this place, there is still a powerful dark race called the "Iron-eating Giant".

As the name suggests, these giants feed on iron. The rust-colored soil in the withered land is filled with a large amount of iron elements. This is the food that these giants cannot take.

These giants are more than three meters tall, mostly dark red on their bodies, with metallic luster on their surfaces, and natural magic runes grow on their skins. These runes can give their skin extremely powerful magic resistance. In addition to the powerful power of these giants, no one is willing to provoke these powerful iron-eating tribes on their own initiative.

In fact, on the withered plain, these iron-eating giants are the absolute overlords!

While Rollin was sweeping away the beasts around the post, Ertumen, the messenger of the God of Frantic, came to a low point in the withered land.

This trough is a gathering place for a tribe among the Iron Eater Giants. There are at least a thousand giants living here, and there are 700 giants that can be regarded as warriors. Almost all the tribes fight. This is a very powerful force, enough to make the abyss giant beasts intimidate.

There were many sharp red stone pillars at the entrance of the trough. Behind the stone pillars were two giant guards. The guard had no weapons in his hands, because his body, which was several times stronger than steel, was his most powerful weapon.

He obviously knew Etumen, the messenger of the God of Franticism, and was well-known in the Crimson Land.

"Music tube, who will Lord Kaus be ready to let us destroy this time?" The guard smiled, and stood up straight at the same time, bent body like an ordinary big stone.

"A new invader sentry appeared in the east. The adults were very unhappy. Naturally, I would like to share my worries." Ertumen put away his wings and shrugged his shoulders, looking helpless.

Compared to the hateful werewolf, these iron-eating giants are really humble gentlemen. They will not get angry for no reason, nor will they lick your face with their tongues and will not allow you to wipe off the saliva on them.

In fact, as long as they don't move their food, these giants will never attack you. This is definitely a weird flower in the abyss of active and irritable abyss. Of course, if you anger them, you can inform your friends to restrain your remains for you, but your friends may not be able to recognize you from your corpse that was trampled into meat sauce.

The guard laughed and stepped forward and pulled open a sharp stone pillar, opened a small hole in the stone pillar fence, allowing the Ertu Gate to enter their nest: "The leader has long hoped you have come, you know, we miss the meteorites you provide very much, it is a rare delicacy!"

"Don't worry, you will never disappoint." Ertumen walked into the trough.

Under the guidance of a giant, he met the leader of the giant tribe. The giant was four meters tall, a little taller than other giants and a lot stronger. The color of his body was not dark red, but pure black, which looked unique.

When Ertumen saw him, he was rubbing two large round iron balls in his hand. The iron balls were made of meteorite and were absolutely delicious in the eyes of the iron giant. It was a priceless delicacy. Being able to keep such delicious food in his hands is definitely a privilege that only the leader giant has.

The giant leader saw the Etumen and laughed. His voice hit like a golden iron: "Etumen, what good news did you bring to me?"

Ertumen gave a deep gift and smiled and said, "Captain, I have brought you some gifts of meeting."

As he said that, Ertumen took out an iron block as big as a fist, which was dark green. There was a layer of air ripples on the surface. As soon as it appeared in the air, the giant leader and the surrounding giants immediately took a breath, and then stared at the iron block in Ertumen's hand that could not be turned away.

The smell tells them that it is absolutely delicious, even more delicious than meteorite.

When the giant leader saw that the giants around him had to breathe, he immediately glared at him. Only he was qualified to smell this delicious smell. It was his reward for others to smell it. It was a great disrespect to him when he kept doing this.

The giants immediately stood up straight, stopped inhaling, and their noses remained motionless, but their breath was still much thicker than usual.

Ertumen was funny, but he didn't dare to show it. In terms of food, he didn't dare to joke with the giants. These iron guys liked to be crazy about food the most.

He held the iron block in both hands and walked up step by step, respectfully presenting the cold iron to the giant leader: "I have brought two gifts. This cold iron is the first gift I have given you, and the second gift is countless times more precious than the first one."

The giant leader had his eyes unable to leave after he got the cold iron. He stretched out his tongue covered with sharp barbs and licked it carefully. A series of thin scratches appeared on the hard cold iron, which showed that the barbs on the tongue of the leader were powerful.

With just licking this, the giant leader suddenly showed an intoxicated look. Compared with this thing, the two pieces of meteorite in his hand suddenly became ordinary people, and almost couldn't raise his appetite.

Hearing the words of Ertumen, his eyes slanted towards him, and his meaning was obvious. Say it quickly, don't talk nonsense.

Ertumen hurriedly said, "I got a message that there is a whole cold iron ore vein in the invaders' camp in the east!"

"What!"

"What!"

"How is this possible!"

The giant leader and his guards both exclaimed, the news was so shocking! The entire mineral vein was full of such deliciousness. What is this concept? This is definitely enough to bet on the fate of the entire giant clan.

"Are you saying true?" The giant leader stood up with a fanatical expression. His originally dark black body showed red light, and flames were jumping wildly in his eyes.

"Natural. In fact, the piece of cold iron I gave you was picked up near the ore vein. There, such a magical cold iron is like no money, everywhere!" Ertumen opened his arms exaggeratedly.

"Oh" the giants all let out a trembling audacity, which sounded like a woman's slap. If this is true, it would be paradise, no, even more heaven than heaven!

As for the invader sentries on the mine veins... it would be enough to crush them into meat sauce!

It took a long time for the giant leader to wake up a little and return to some sanity. Although he hated the invaders' posts, he also knew that the posts had powerful power. The last time he did this, his tribe lost nearly two hundred warriors, which almost exceeded his tolerance limit.

But the attractiveness of the cold iron ore veins was too great, and he immediately made a promise: "Etumen, go back and tell the adults that we will definitely erase the sentry."

Ertumen smiled slightly and gave another message: "Chief, I also know that the post is preparing to deal with the terrain demon dragon Lord Montegen. I have told Lord Montegen that he is willing to cooperate with you to deal with the invaders. All he needs is his corpses of those invaders. He wants to eat all those corpses."

"This is good news!" The giant leader laughed. With the powerful abyss beasts joining, they can reduce many casualties. What's even better is that there is no conflict of interest between them and Lord Montgen.

"So, I won't say much about how to cooperate. You must have more experience than me, the leader."

"Of course. Don't worry." The giant leader's mind had all flown to the cold iron ore veins. His mind was spinning quickly and he began to think about how to obtain the maximum profit with the smallest loss.

Well, since the other party is ready to deal with Montgen, he must have a post. Without the protection of the high city walls, they can definitely crush those flesh people into meat paste in the wild.

"I hope Montgen will like these meat paste." The giant leader laughed.

Seeing him like this, Etumen smiled. He believed that the place that claimed to be the God of War sentry would inevitably die, just like the last time, the last time. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!