Chapter 222: Slaughter Until You Submit

In the skull fortress of the giant race, there was a room specially used to store gold, silver, and treasures, filled with wealth and treasures collected by the giant race when they ravaged the human world.

Although I don't know why these giants, who never used currency and for whom gold, silver, and treasures were meaningless, collected these things.

But when Geralt came to this huge treasure room, he still couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and let out a pleasant laugh.

Not for anything else, just because there were too many gold and treasures here. I don't know how long those giants ravaged the human world, robbed how many countries, and took away how many treasures of noble royal families. In this simple room built with ordinary stones, the gold piled up like a mountain was already covered with a large amount of dust.

Many statues made of gold, gold cups, gold bowls, and gold utensils were piled there. There was even an exquisite harp cast entirely of gold, which could simply be called a work of art.

But now, these had become Master Geralt's property. Master Geralt's money-making ability had been greatly strengthened.

He just walked around the room casually, appreciated it for dozens of seconds, and then patted the black money bag on his belt, wanting to let his little assistant come out to work.

After a few seconds, Vivian, wearing a cute pink pajama, poked her head out of the money bag, even wearing a cartoon hairpin on her head, looking a bit sleepy, looked around, and shouted:

"Master Geralt, Vivian is taking a nap now. If it's not an important matter..."

However, before she could finish her words, the little thing immediately widened her eyes, her sleepiness gone. She flapped her little wings and flew out of the money bag, and then flew quickly around the whole room, making a happy sound from her mouth.

"Haha! Haha! So much gold!"

"Are we going to get rich?"

"Master Geralt, is this the treasury of which kingdom? Are we going to rob the treasury?"

Vivian cheered while picking up pieces of beautiful jewelry from these treasure piles, as if she had seen her favorite treasure, drooling, holding them in her arms, not caring at all about the dust on them.

Geralt actually didn't care about these beautiful jewelry and ornaments. What he cared about was how much money these things could be exchanged for. Thus, he beckoned to Vivian. After the little thing reluctantly put down the jewelry, Geralt poked her little belly, which was exposed because she was wearing pajamas, with his finger, and said: "Vivian, exchange all the gold in this room for gold coins, leaving only the twenty most expensive and beautiful pieces of jewelry. You can also choose one as a gift from me."

Vivian heard that she also had a share of the gift, immediately hugged Geralt's finger, rubbed against it like a little cat, and said excitedly:

"Thank you, Master Geralt, I love you to death."

Vivian's work efficiency was very fast. As a special race created by the Goddess of Wealth, they were born with various special magic. It took less than an hour for all the gold and treasures in the room to be quickly exchanged for gold coins at a speed visible to the naked eye.

By the time the entire room was empty, it soon left only a treasure chest cast of gold, containing the twenty most gorgeous and valuable pieces of jewelry.

Vivian used magic to lift the box and placed it in front of Geralt, then put her hands on her hips, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said excitedly:

"Master Geralt, the gold coins have been exchanged. The treasures here are worth a total of 503,623 orens. Because they are all pure gold, they are not purchased at half price like loot. The Goddess of Wealth only charged a one percent handling fee."

Hearing this huge income, Geralt couldn't help but smile.

A huge sum of more than 500,000 orens. Even after paying off the loan, he could still have 400,000 left. This was a wealth that ordinary people could not imagine.

I am afraid that in the entire Kingdom of Temeria, only those great nobles could be on par with Geralt in terms of wealth. It was truly a windfall.

With so much money, many subsequent plans could also be carried out in an orderly manner.

Vivian, who could get a piece of jewelry, was also very happy. Although the little thing was very sensible and only picked a common gemstone bracelet, the jewelry that could be placed in this room was worth at least a few hundred orens, which was already a quite generous tip.

When Geralt returned to the hall of the skull fortress again, several captured royal guards had been rescued, and he also saw Jack, the male protagonist of the movie, who was dressed as a villager in a sheepskin coat.

However, at this time, without the magic crown and magic beans, Jack was just an ordinary person with good luck, and he had not completed the feat of saving the beauty. Princess Isabelle had no feelings for him.

This young princess just looked at Geralt, who entered the hall, with shining eyes. Clearly, the witcher who was powerful, full of mystery, and more handsome was more attractive to her.

After entering the hall, Geralt walked straight to the princess and asked calmly:

"I am going to fight the giants above. Do you want to come and watch, Princess Isabelle?"

Before the princess could answer, Elmont, the captain of the Royal Guard who had just been rescued, said first: "Master Geralt, we hope to escort the princess back to the ground now. You have already obtained the magic crown and conquered the giant race. I must report this to His Majesty the King."

"Otherwise, they might cut down the magic vine, and then we won't be able to return to the ground."

Geralt heard the hidden meaning in his words, but ignored him, and continued to look at the princess, waiting for the princess's answer.

Isabelle, who was born to like adventure, didn't think so much. Facing Geralt's invitation, she naturally didn't refuse. With a shallow smile on her face, she quickly boarded the Magic Flying Carpet, skillfully hugged Geralt's waist, and asked:

"Mr. Geralt, you already have the magic crown, why do you still want to use other means to conquer these giants?"

"What do you want these giants to do?"

The question asked by Isabelle was also what Elmont and others wanted to know. Although Geralt could choose not to answer, he was too lazy to hide it and said directly:

"Although these giants are evil existences, they are also a powerful force. And power does not exist in justice or evil; it just depends on how you use it."

After speaking, he looked at Princess Isabelle, who was thoughtful, and said calmly:

"There is another group of villains in a distant place. I am preparing to use these giants to deal with another group of evil people. Even if both sides perish together, it can be considered a good deed."

After speaking, he ignored the others, took the princess directly, flew out from the eye socket of the skull castle, and flew to the open space above the canyon where the giants were waiting.

There was not much pleasantry, and the battle between him and the giants soon began.

Facing a chance to change the fate of being treated as slaves, not all giants were willing to submit. They would also fight for their own freedom.

First on the field was the strongest one among the giants, named Pruman, who was ten meters tall. He wore iron armor that covered most of his body, held a huge mace in his hand, and even wore an iron helmet on his head. In terms of defensive power of equipment, it already exceeded most giants.

It is a pity that when he faced the Oathkeeper in Geralt's hand, under Geralt's powerful strength and agile body, the two weapons collided, his mace was directly cut off by a sword, and then his leg joints were quickly cut off. By the time he fell to the ground, the great sword in Geralt's hand had already mercilessly cut off the giant's head.

Such a scene made the giants present and Princess Isabelle, who was watching the battle, very surprised. They originally thought that Geralt was like the wizard in the story, only able to release various magical spells and not good at close combat, but they didn't expect that Geralt's own speed and strength were not inferior to ordinary giants.

Coupled with his superb swordsmanship and small body size that was good at dodging, I am afraid that if it were a one-on-one fight, no giant would be his opponent.

By the time Elmont and others climbed up the cliff and came to the viewing point, the number of people fighting Geralt had increased to five giants. The giant race no longer cared about fighting with more against fewer, frantically wanting to use the only chance to regain their freedom.

However, when facing five enemies, Geralt no longer held back. The Blink ability that appeared and disappeared unpredictably, powerful swordsmanship, amazing physical fitness, and powerful witcher signs were all displayed by him.

The five giants couldn't catch Geralt's shadow at all and had already been beheaded by Geralt from behind with a great sword, or cleanly killed by signs.

The battle ended even faster than when fighting a single giant just now, which immediately made the giants uproar, and their hearts were full of depression.

Two battles ended, and the atmosphere on the battlefield was a bit dull. Geralt boarded the Magic Flying Carpet and shouted to the giants:

"The two battles just now, fighting you on the ground, were already showing mercy."

"Now, it is the last challenge. You can choose fifty giants and give you an hour to prepare. And I will not show mercy."

"If you use fifty giants and still cannot defeat me, then you should also know that you cannot defeat me."

"If anyone dares to resist my orders and harbors two hearts in the future, I will make your entire giant race disappear from this world."

This was not an exaggeration. The total number of giants on the entire Gantua Island was only three hundred or so, some strong, some thin, some young, and some looking very old.

If they carefully selected one-fifth of the warriors and still couldn't defeat Geralt, that already explained the problem.

Soon, Geralt stood on the Magic Flying Carpet, watching the discussions of the giant race, and also recorded the giants who were slightly prestigious among them. If these giants were still alive after the battle, they would be key targets of attention.

And the giants were not fools. They knew very well that the next battle would determine the fate of the giant race. Facing Geralt's aerial advantage, these giants immediately used the power of the whole race and began to look for a large number of projectiles.

Most of them were stones of different sizes. Some found some relatively straight trees and made them into throwing spears. There were even giants who were more cunning, bringing fishing nets they used for hunting, trying to use this tool to capture the witcher flying in the sky.

However, their wish was soon dashed. Geralt did not give them such a chance.

An hour passed quickly.

This time, Geralt's flight altitude was not two or three hundred meters, a distance that those projectiles could barely reach. He stayed at an altitude of about five hundred meters, and then, under the astonished gaze of the fifty giants participating in the battle, he took out a large number of alchemy bombs.

These were made when he was practicing skills in Wyzima and had been stored for nearly a year. They were about to expire soon. This time he got such a huge wealth, he just took this opportunity to let these giants have a taste of what the power of money is, which could be considered waste utilization.

Soon, under the operation of Geralt's Igni Sign, which ignited from a distance, hundreds of alchemy bombs of various types rained down toward the fifty giants below.

There were honeycomb bombs that exploded at a touch, Dragon's Dream bombs that could burn high-temperature flames, Devil's Dust bombs that could emit a large amount of poisonous gas, and even North Wind bombs that could instantly freeze targets left over from dealing with evil gods last time.

For a time, the entire battlefield was filled with explosions, fire, poisonous gas, and frost, and the most were the desperate and shrill wails made by those giants.

Those projectiles prepared in advance were thrown by the giants with all their might toward the witcher in the sky, but such resistance was futile. Almost all the projectiles only flew to a distance of two or three hundred meters before falling powerlessly, and even smashed several of their own people.

And the battle had only started for five minutes, and nearly one-third of the giants had died in the explosions, poisonous gas, and frost.

Not only the giants on the battlefield, but even Princess Isabelle, Elmont, and other giants who were watching the battle outside the battlefield all opened their mouths wide.

Looking at the tragedy on the battlefield, they felt a strong fear of these powerful magic spells.

They had never seen bombs before and had all regarded these lethal weapons as Geralt's magic. It was hard for them to imagine that a human who looked almost the same as them could release such earth-shattering power, easily using magic to kill dozens of giants.

I am afraid that the entire army of the Kingdom of Albion would end up the same way in the face of this kind of magic.

Moreover, the other party could fly at will and had an aerial advantage, which also made the high city walls that humans relied on for survival lose their effect, instead becoming coffins that wrapped them inside.

Soon, another few minutes passed, and half of the giants on the field had died. Seeing no hope of victory, some cowardly ones were already shouting for mercy and surrender.

Hearing such pleas for mercy, Geralt had no waves in his heart. He took out a second-circle amplification scroll preserved by the legendary mage of Tesla and said in a calm tone:

"As long as you are on this battlefield, there is no choice of surrender. Only one side of us can survive."

After speaking, he ignored the desperate expressions of those giants, continued to take out a large number of bombs, continued to turn into a bomber, and began to throw them accurately, blowing those giants below into pieces and burning them into charred corpses.

Until the end, he didn't even let go of those giants who tried to escape, shooting them one by one on the road of escape with a cold expression using his Dragon-Slaying giant bow and metal arrows.

The battle ended, and the dust settled.

Geralt slowly descended in front of the remaining two hundred or so giants. He did not take out Eric's crown, just looked at them coldly one by one, and said: "Offer your loyalty to your master, servants."

"The chance has already been given to you. You should know very well the end of resisting me."

"Kneel down and accept your fate."

Although these giants were four or five times taller than him, facing Geralt's cold gaze, they all avoided his gaze in fear.

No life is not afraid of death, not to mention that the other party also held treasures they could not resist and possessed power they could not resist.

Under the leadership of some sensible giants, the remaining two hundred or so giants soon knelt down like a tide, their bodies lying very low, shouting: "Master, we will obey your orders."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 223 =====