#68. The Food Grew Legs and Ran Away

#68. The Food Grew Legs and Ran Away

The outskirts of the giants' village, where an endless wasteland stretched out before them.

One by one, farmers began to gather on the barren land, where only icy winds blew.

Water Dragon Thalassion.

Aria, the Green Tower Master.

Eleanor, the Sun of the North.

And even Tarkan, the Grand Chieftain who had once ruled over more than twenty thousand orcs.

Under the Grand Duke of the North's noble resolve to keep his people from going hungry, the continent's strongest monsters had willingly prepared to get covered in dirt.

“I'll never stand by and watch the taxes my people worked themselves to the bone to earn flow out of the territory—not while I'm still alive!"

Kylan declared as he looked down over the frozen land...