"I will eat you all!"
A fervent roar echoed from the slope.
The towering figure, over five meters tall, with rough, brown skin, wielding a large tree as a weapon—still smeared with soil—draped in crudely stitched animal furs, sweat dripping onto the putrid hide, emitting a strong stench—that was a Hill Giant.
Hill Giants were selfish and dull-witted savages, often residing in hills and valleys and gathering in woodland camps or shanties.
They hunted, foraged, and pillaged everything in their path to gain more food. Prone to hunt prey over hills and forests with all their might, bullying the weak. If not for their massive frames and unending strength, the lazy and slow-minded Hill Giants would have likely gone extinct long ago.
But now, it seemed food had delivered itself to their door.
The Hill Giant licked its lips, foul-smelling saliva dripping from its mouth.
