Chapter 354: Chapter 330: The Hill Giants’ Javelins and an Arithmetic Lesson

Raylo placed an unprecedented level of importance on the new Giant squad that had just joined his territory.

Once armed, these walking War Weapons would become a persistent nightmare for any enemy on the battlefield.

He summoned the patriarch of the Valen Family to his study in the castle.

It was not Old Haman, but his son Harlem—the new patriarch of the Valen Race.

Old Haman was getting on in years and had stepped back, leaving the family in Harlem’s hands.

"Kado’s Wolf Fang Club is too small. It’s holding back his full potential,"

Raylo said, getting straight to the point.

"Forge him a giant Wolf Fang Club, twenty meters long. Use the best Refined Iron and Magic Materials, and make sure it’s strong."

Harlem nodded. A crude, hulking weapon like a Wolf Fang Club wasn’t difficult to forge. The biggest challenge wasn’t the smelting or Forging process itself, but rather the inconvenience of moving and hammering something of its sheer weight and size.

"Also,"

Raylo continued,

"Within a month, I want to see fifteen sets of full Plate Armor for the Giants, as well as thirty sets of heavy armor for the Mammoths. Materials aren’t an issue. If you don’t have enough manpower, hire more. If you’re short on Golden Dragons, come to me for them."

Harlem hurried away. This task was clearly urgent and presented a tremendous challenge for him.

「Three days later.」

The first batch of weapons was delivered to the Giant Camp.

It wasn’t the giant Wolf Fang Club being custom-made for Kado, but rather ranged weapons designed for the Giants: massive Javelins.

There were three hundred Javelins in total. Each was three meters long, cast entirely from Refined Iron, with a spearhead that glinted with a cold, cruel light.

Weighing hundreds of pounds, they would be incredibly difficult for an ordinary person to even move, but in the hands of these Hill Giants, they felt like perfectly-suited toys.

Kado and his kin gathered around the new weapons, letting out excited, guttural rumbles.

They each grabbed one and hefted it, feeling the heavy, metallic texture, their faces breaking into satisfied expressions.

To test the power of these new weapons, Raylo brought Ed and a group of Knights to an open hill outside the castle.

Fifteen giant, three-meter-tall targets had already been set up. From a distance, they looked like a row of silent sentinels.

The Golden Dragon, Sun, was coiled atop a massive boulder, his enormous body basking in the sunlight, his golden scales shimmering with iridescent light.

He was the instructor for this training session.

"Form a line! Target, the targets ahead! Ready!"

The fifteen Hill Giants grinned, forming a line with clumsy yet surprising speed.

They mimicked the Knights, slinging huge leather quivers—each holding twenty Javelins—onto their backs before drawing one and resting it on their shoulders.

The scene had a kind of primitive, violent beauty to it.

"Throw!"

At Sun’s command, fifteen deep, terrifying whistles tore through the air.

The fifteen Iron Spears, like black bolts of Lightning, ripped through the air with unstoppable kinetic energy and slammed viciously into the distant targets.

"THUD! THUD! THUD!"

A series of heavy impacts blended into one continuous roar, and the very ground seemed to tremble.

Splinters flew. The hardwood targets were as fragile as paper before the Javelins, instantly pierced and torn apart.

Raylo raised his spyglass, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.

Of the fifteen targets, one had been grazed on the edge, but the other fourteen were all pierced through the bullseye.

These Giants had spent years hunting in the mountains; throwing rocks at prey was second nature to them.

Now, equipped with Javelins forged from Refined Iron, their accuracy was naturally phenomenal.

A nine-out-of-ten hit rate was already a stunning achievement.

"Distance, one hundred and fifty meters!"

Sun’s voice rang out again.

The Giants stepped back, reformed their line, and threw again.

The whistling sound rose once more, and their hit rate remained quite high.

"Two hundred meters!"

"Three hundred meters!"

As the distance increased, the limits of the average Hill Giant’s arm strength and eyesight began to show.

At three hundred meters, the effects of air resistance and Gravity became extremely obvious, and the Javelins’ trajectories visibly deviated.

After that volley, only three Long Spears were stuck in the fifteen targets. Their accuracy had plummeted to a rate of two or three out of ten.

However, amidst this sparse display of results, one figure stood out completely.

Kado.

He didn’t even seem to aim carefully. He simply lifted the several-hundred-pound Iron Spear, the muscles on his arm bulging like mountain rock, and then hurled it forward.

"SWOOSH! VMMMM!"

The sound of his Javelin in flight was completely different from the others. It carried a peculiar hum, as if it were tearing space itself apart.

It was unbelievably fast, streaking through the air as a nearly straight black line and precisely hitting the bullseye of the three-meter-tall target three hundred meters away.

"BOOM!"

With a tremendous bang, the poor target wasn’t pierced—it exploded from the center, disintegrating into a cloud of splinters.

"Not bad."

A flicker of approval flashed in Raylo’s eyes.

"Sun, have Kado continue alone. Distance, five hundred meters."

Sun roared a few words at Kado.

Kado excitedly pounded his chest. He seemed to be enjoying the feeling of being the center of attention.

He drew another Javelin from his back and looked toward the target five hundred meters away, which had shrunk to a tiny dot. His eyes shone with focused light.

There was no running start, just a single, stationary exertion of force.

"VMMMM!"

The black spear of death vanished from sight once more. An instant later, the distant dot suddenly exploded.

Another direct hit!