Wizard: I am a goblin

Chapter 226 Blood of Lava

The aged giant staggered closer step by step, his thin body resembling a skeleton. If it weren't for his unusually pale skin, which hadn't seen the sun for so long, one would have thought he was a walking skeleton.

Although the giant looked thin and frail, his tall stature still exuded a sense of oppression.

Belle grabbed Geb's arm in fear and crouched down behind the goblin. Geb, meanwhile, was ready to use magic to escape at any moment.

However, the giant did not seem to have any obvious hostility. He walked to a spot ten paces in front of the two men, stopped, and looked at them with his withered, drooping eyes, like a dying elephant, sadly at the two uninvited guests who had intruded into his territory.

"Goblins—and human wizards. Servants of Magnubier and Ogmar. If you have come to condemn the failures of our giant race, you are perhaps millennia too late. You may curse the cruelty of Altom and mock the incompetence of the giant race, but only silent skeletons will answer you."

The giant spoke in a strange goblin dialect. Geb was astonished; this guy actually knew his own language—

It is an ancient dialect spoken only by old shamans during sacrificial rites.

Having said that, the old giant raised his hand and touched the cave ceiling. Through the magical light, Geb saw within the obsidian of the ceiling, a giant's skull frozen in a gesture of outstretched fingers. One dead, one alive; the two giants, separated by a thin layer of black mirror, their fingertips touching.

"What should we do?!" Belle texted Geb.

"Leave it to me, and don't say a word," Geb replied. Then he cleared his throat and respectfully addressed the giant, "Our trespassing into your territory was purely accidental, and we had no intention of offending you. We would never dare to insult the great god of destruction, Altom, nor did we intend to disturb your people. Please forgive us, and if possible, please show us a way out so we can leave immediately."

"Even if it's offensive, so what?" the giant said slowly, his voice as rough as sandpaper. "His wrath cannot be swayed by the will of any living being. Offense or flattery, Aldom's response is only undiscriminate destruction."

"Since you haven't attacked us, can I assume that you don't consider us a threat?" Gebu asked cautiously. "We have no intention of attacking you, please rest assured."

The giant lowered his eyes, his face showing only weariness and indifference.

"It makes no difference whether you hurt me or even kill me. The giant is dead, and this remaining broken shell of mine is merely a distant echo left behind in the lingering void by that great race that has passed away—no one can leave this tomb alive."

Death, or eternal imprisonment, is our fate. And your fate too, goblins, and human wizards.

"What do you mean? Is there no way out of here? Are we trapped or doomed?"

"Those who gave up first were the wisest of the tribes, who knew this torment of loneliness would never end. So they gave up their lives, returned to the rocks, and became part of this tomb, this prison—"

Looking at the giant skull faintly visible within the obsidian, Gebu understood what the giant meant. This old fellow, judging from his appearance, had been trapped here for thousands of years, watching his people give up one by one, until only he remained—how pathetic and pitiful.

Judging from his appearance, he probably doesn't even care about his own life or death.

Thus, Geb was no longer afraid. The long years had worn away the giant's aggressiveness; now he was just an empty shell, full of confusion and helplessness.

"Altom doesn't seem to care much about the survival of his followers, but as the god of destruction who represents the wrath of nature, it's only natural for him to do so."

The old giant slightly raised his eyelids; Geb's words seemed to have touched something deep within his long-numbed heart.

"Our gods have abandoned us, just as Magnubi abandoned His subjects. To the gods, we are but dust, the mortar that builds His fortresses and walls."

"Excuse my bluntness, but you speak in such refined language, you don't sound like an uncivilized and barbaric giant at all. And how did you learn goblin language?"

Faced with the goblin's question, the giant showed no impatience, but said emotionlessly, "We giants are not the savage race the wizards speak of. It was they, the bearers of Ogmar's selfish will, who, yearning for the mysteries flowing in the blood of giants, ruthlessly slaughtered us, the oldest masters of this continent—but they will never get what they want."

"The mystery of the giant's bloodline?"

Geb and Belle blurted out the question at the same time.

,

The mourning giant did not answer. He placed his withered fingers on his chest, and through his pale, bloodless skin, a faint red light emanated from his shriveled chest—the same light that emanated from the obsidian obelisk, only much weaker.

Even from a distance, Geb could feel the molten, magma-like magic emanating from the giant's heart. This was a primordial power that transcended the understanding of ether by the path of wisdom, completely different from any etheric flow Geb had encountered before.

This power was both strange and familiar. The goblin wizard had sensed this power from the chaotic power in the ruins of the ancient gods. It was part of that chaotic magical power, carrying a primal greed and destruction.

"You carry this powerful magic—why are you still trapped here?"

"I asked cautiously."

"This power originally belonged to all the giant race. Every giant possessed a portion of Aldor's primal devouring power. The magma of the Titans' maws flowed in our veins, and having traversed the peaks of the World's Ridge, the giants were the original masters of this continent—but Aldor was tamed, deceived by the selfish Ogmar, the brutal Magnubieer, the treacherous Raven Queen, the cunning Azir—and the unpredictable Lord of Chaos, stripped of his divinity. His wrath, his desires, his insatiable hunger became the prison that bound him to himself."

Geb was stunned by the sheer amount of information contained in that statement. If it was confirmed that Aldom (or Altom, if pronounced in Dwarven language) was one of the six evil gods [the Devourer], then the giants' claim that the ones who united to defeat Him must have been the other five evil gods.

Oghma, Magnubier, the Queen of the Ravens, Azir, and [the Traveler].

Ogmar is a hoarder of knowledge and mysteries.

Magnubier was a vengeful and resentful person.

The Raven Queen is a shadowy figure hiding in the shadows.

This Azir was someone Geb had never heard of before. According to the giant's description, He should be the [Teasing One].

There's also Geb's old friend, the leader of the curly-haired weirdo, the traveler.

So, all the named gods in this land used to be evil gods?! Not a single one of them was any good!

Speaking of which, Magnubie, the god of the goblins, is surprisingly high-class! Goblins are no less powerful than humans, and our main god is quite a figure! Gob felt inexplicably proud.

"Having lost our connection with the gods, the magic within us became a curse that scorched our bodies and souls. We vented our unbearable emptiness and thirst on each other's flesh and blood, slaughtering one another—the giants' tribe grew weaker and weaker, driven from our mountains by the vile dwarves, and the last of our people were exterminated by the wizards—one by one, the beating hearts of lava were extinguished, leaving only my flickering candle, shining alone in this dark and sunless underground—"

The old giant murmured, no longer looking at the two people in front of him, as if talking to himself.

Geb obtained incredible information from the giant, but this knowledge couldn't help him escape this place. He opened his mouth to ask a question, but felt something pinching his thigh.

"Ouch! What are you doing!"

The goblin turned his head and saw Belle looking at him very nervously.

"Gebu————"

The girl whispered using a teleportation spell. She seemed to have forgotten that giants couldn't hear teleportation messages, so there was no need to whisper.

"What's wrong? Why are you acting so coy? Are you in a hurry to pee?"

"You're the one who needs to pee!"

The girl got annoyed and blurted out her name.

A coquettish voice echoed through the cave. Geb looked at the witch as if she were a fool.

Belle realized she had shouted it out and blushed instantly. She quickly changed the subject using telepathy: "—I think I've heard of the secrets of the bloodline the giant mentioned earlier."

"Seriously?"

"Professor Imint taught me the ritual to open the Altom Shrine; the Alchemy Seed is—"

"What is it? Why are you keeping me in suspense?"

"The twenty-five words of the communication spell have arrived. I take a breath—it's the heart's blood of the giant!"

have to.

Geb slapped his forehead and turned to look at the old giant who was still talking to himself.

So, you're going to finish what the wizards of the Arcane Empire didn't do a thousand years ago?