Chapitre 367: 193. The Boundary Between Life and Death -3

Translated by A Passing Wanderer

Edited by RED

The Kingdom of Aihrance had fallen to the Jötnar.

Its verdant terrain was now gone, replaced by shifting sands, thick mud, and barren rocks. It was like looking at a barren planet with no lifeforms living on it.

There was no point in even mentioning the current state of Aihrance's capital. All the buildings there were covered in mounds of sand. The environment had been changed to one where no vegetation could ever grow.

In front of the Aihrance royal castle was the Magic Giant, Utgar, grinning insidiously at his deeds.

-If someone among you manages to lift this cat up, I shall let all of you live.-

Utgar, boasting a physique around thirty metres tall and seemingly made out of mud and tree vines, was staring at a group of humans before it.

All of them were magicians who looked emaciated and sickly. They were standing around frozen in place.