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Huge trees, thick enough to require three or four people to wrap their arms around, massive rocks larger than houses, and a mudslide like a tsunami surged down, burying the defenseless half-orcs.
The half-orcs covered by sand and stones fell silent, unable to resist this terrifying "natural disaster."
Those lucky enough to escape disaster could not avoid Tang Lin's finishing blow. This time, he stomped with satisfaction, turning the fortunate half-orcs who surfaced into lumps of meat paste mixed with the sand and dirt.
The massacre was incredibly effective—in just two minutes, there wasn't a single living half-orc to be seen in the valley. Perhaps some half-orcs buried underground were still breathing, chalk it up to their luck.
After dealing with these half-orcs, Tang Lin didn't remain in the valley but climbed the pockmarked mountain he had dug up, leaving the valley.
Reaching the mountain's peak, Tang Lin realized that the surrounding landscape was full of mountains and deep valleys. Even at his current size, he had to look far into the distance to see any flat ground.
Unfamiliar with the land, Tang Lin didn't know which direction to take. He had to open his pocket and, using the few words he knew along with gestures, communicate with the dwarves. It took half a minute for the dwarves to understand Tang Lin's meaning, then they all pointed in the direction of the setting sun.
Looking westward, Tang Lin saw two mountain ranges stretching into the distance, with a meandering valley between them. If the dwarves traveled on their own, they would have to follow the narrow, rugged mountain paths, which would take a whole day just to cover a single mountain's distance.
But for Tang Lin, it was simple; these mountains were just slightly steeper hills for him. Tang Lin himself was in good physical condition, so even wearing slippers, climbing was not difficult.
However, the dust on the wounds on his feet was quite uncomfortable for Tang Lin. The wounds were shallow but numerous, causing waves of pain as he walked. If Tang Lin hadn't acted decisively, he might have lost his toenails.
Even transformed into a giant, the creatures of this Magic Ring plane were still quite threatening.
The dwarves stuffed in the pocket felt as if they were on a roller coaster, accompanied by the rumbling sound of mountain collapses. One curious dwarf couldn't help but stick his head out of the pocket, witnessing a startling scene. The terrain of the Mist Mountain Range wasn't low, and given Tang Lin's own height, he had long surpassed a thousand meters in altitude.
Tang Lin stood atop the mountains, his shoulders already immersed in the clouds. The mountains crumbled beneath his feet, the sharp ridges crushed into footprints composed of many squares.
In just the blink of an eye, the dwarves realized they had crossed several mountains, unable to see the valley previously besieged by half-orcs.
A chorus of cheers erupted, as the dwarves scrambled out of the pocket, eager to witness the spectacular view they'd never seen before.
The novelty overpowered the pain in Tang Lin's feet. For the first time, he touched the white clouds with his hands, finding them soft and akin to air.
With a swipe of his hands, he lifted trails of cloud, as if painting whimsically on the sky with a brush dipped in ink.
However, after playing for a while, Tang Lin got shocked several times by the static electricity in the clouds, losing the sensation instantly.
From the dwarves' perspective, the giant was catching clouds and capturing lightning, treating thunder as a toy, even more terrifying than the great dragon Smaug.
These dwarves had seen dragons before, though mostly just fleeting glimpses. Comparing the sizes in their minds, Smaug's body seemed hardly larger than the giant's calf.
With such a massive size difference, perhaps this giant really could kick a dragon to death.
The dwarves were fantasizing about Tang Lin slaying the dragon, envisioning the glorious future of reclaiming their empire, when they suddenly realized that Tang Lin, who was traversing mountains with ease, had abruptly stopped.
Even though Tang Lin halted, the rumbling sound of mountain collapses didn't cease, but grew even more intense.
Tang Lin halted not because of his injured foot but because a group of strange creatures emerged from the mountains ahead.
Human-shaped stone monsters walked out of the steep cliffs, indistinguishable from the mountain walls when still.
These were stone giants—Tang Lin remembered seeing them in the movie "The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey." Back then, a group of dwarves had just left the Elf Holy City of Rivendell and encountered two fighting stone giants in the Mist Mountain Range.
The dwarves resembled bugs, scuttling through the crevices of the stone giants. Without the Protagonist Aura, they would have certainly perished in the Mist Mountain Range.
Now, apparently by fate's design, Tang Lin and a group of several dozen dwarves encountered these huge stone giants again, but not just one—a whole bunch.
A glance showed over ten stone giants climbing out from the mountains. Their faceless stone heads all turned to Tang Lin, seemingly glowering at this intruder.
Two stone giants fighting already caused heaven and earth to shake—what about ten?
Tang Lin remarked, "Kind of cute."
He found that the stone giants, who caused cataclysmic events in the movie with just a movement, actually reached only his thigh.
Without a point of reference, it hadn't struck him, but now comparing with the colossal creatures from the film, Tang Lin realized how unfairly large he had become.
Not only was he tall, but his movements were much swifter than the stone giants'.
Each step by the stone giants took at least two or three seconds from lifting their leg to setting it down. Swinging their arms was similarly cumbersome, like a slow-motion scene.
Nevertheless, given their enormous size, each step spanned dozens of meters, far faster than a human could run on the ground.
And as for Tang Lin?
After becoming a giant, he didn't feel slow at all; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to generate a strong wind pressure by a single squat, knocking the dwarves down.
The stone giants were awkwardly charging at Tang Lin, but judging by their speed, they wouldn't reach him in less than half a minute.
Although his opponents were clumsy, Tang Lin had no intention of going into a slaughter frenzy. Even fighting the half-orcs, the size of his fingernails, had left both his feet injured.
These stone giants were much larger, being made of rock. It would surely hurt to punch one.
Moreover, there were plenty of stone giants—once entangled, it might be dangerous.
Consequently, Tang Lin casually picked up a rock and hurled it toward the stone giants.
Since arriving in this world, Tang Lin hadn't had time to determine whether the world had shrunk or he had grown larger.
At the moment he threw the rock, he finally had a clear perception.
When he threw the rock with all his might, his right hand felt a strong constraining force, as though something was obstructing his movement.
However, Tang Lin's strength was sufficient to break through this restriction. With a loud bang, the air seemed to explode. The rock in Tang Lin's hand launched an air burst as it flew at supersonic speed toward the group of stone giants.
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