The mountain wind howled, passing through the steep and jagged rock walls, emitting bursts of wailing.
The once silent Giant Rock Mountain Range was now frozen with an atmosphere of desolation. Although sunlight spilled from the sky, it seemed to have lost all warmth.
Led by the Mountain King, as grand and imposing as a mountain, the entire Giant Legion was already on high alert.
They stood silently on the ground, appearing from afar like hills imbued with a sense of power.
Among them, the largest and most muscular Hill Giants stood firm on the front line.
Their tough skin, as if weathered for millennia, blended almost perfectly with the surrounding environment. In their hands, they gripped giant wooden clubs as thick as large beams or massive axes honed to a sharp gleam, casting shadows with an oppressive presence.
Slightly back were fewer other giants standing.
