msmithbooks Chapter 84 Cyclops
Chapter 84 Cyclops
Some energy crystals and metal ores were not enough to fill Thor's stomach. After getting rid of the hag, he was soon plagued by hunger again.
People say that red dragons have a preference for delicate human girls and elves, but how many of those dozens of kilograms of meat would a red dragon need to eat every day to satisfy its appetite?
Alternatively, as a magical creature, a true dragon can directly absorb magical elements to obtain energy. When its physical growth stagnates and it no longer needs a large amount of resources to fill its body, its appetite will also decrease.
Thor circled above the hills and mountains, his mind racing with these thoughts, and suddenly he began to miss the taste of the giant horned bull.
This place was so desolate that he couldn't even find a large animal. He flew for more than ten minutes without finding any suitable prey.
Should we hunt down an evil creature to try? Like an ogre, an orc, or a harpy?
Damn it! These guys never seem to take a bath, they all stink worse than wild animals, just thinking about them makes me want to vomit.
Thor now strongly suspects that these wicked creatures have made themselves so filthy in order to avoid becoming food for some top hunters.
After a brief moment of thought, he changed direction and flew south towards the mountains and hills.
I learned from the old hag that the south is the territory of the Cyclopes, and if I remember correctly, these tall humanoid creatures are herders.
The mountain ranges rushed past Thor, his broad wings casting large shadows on the ground.
When the evil creatures hiding in caves or corners saw the crimson dragon shadow flying overhead, their entire bodies trembled involuntarily, as if their heartbeats had skipped a few beats.
This is a red dragon! A powerful and tyrannical red dragon!
When did such terrifying creatures appear in Greystone Ridge? It seems this place is not safe to stay any longer; we must leave immediately.
Some of the wary evil creatures immediately began packing their bags, and some even abandoned their own tattered belongings and fled.
Thor had no idea that his simple flight would cause such a small commotion.
When flying at high speed, his speed can reach hundreds of kilometers per hour, and in just over an hour, the end of the southern mountain range appeared in front of him.
The terrain there gradually flattens out, the underground rocks disappear and are replaced by thick soil, thus forming a grassland mixed with shrubs and weeds.
A flock of mountain sheep strolled in small groups on the grassland, occasionally lowering their heads to nibble on grass leaves or tender branches of shrubs.
They are a little over a meter tall at the shoulder and about one and a half meters long. Their bodies are covered with coarse, stiff, grayish-brown fur, their limbs are short and thick, their hooves are hard, and they have a pair of scimitar-like horns on their heads.
These goats in front of us, the adult individuals can weigh more than 100 kilograms, which is undoubtedly a high-quality food in this barren hilly and mountainous region.
But they had an owner. Thor glanced to his left and saw a huge creature, over 4 meters tall, lying on a sunny hillside.
This is a mountain cyclops with rough, grayish-brown skin, messy, dark brown hair, a large sheepskin around its waist, and a huge, yellowish-brown single eye embedded in its ugly face, which provides it with 360-degree vision.
Without a doubt, this is an extremely powerful creature, said to have the blood of an ancient giant god flowing through its veins, and once created a magnificent civilization.
However, due to arrogance and internal strife, the entire civilization gradually disintegrated, and eventually even its intelligence began to decline. It forgot the skills of its ancestors and became a savage herder in the wilderness.
Thor's ability to see through objects and his wide field of vision, granted by the giant eye on his forehead, allowed him to spot the Cyclops, while the Cyclops also noticed the red dragon in the sky.
The Cyclops rolled over and got up from the ground, grabbed a giant club weighing over a hundred kilograms, and roared angrily at the sky.
"My ranch... Red Dragon... Get out of here!!"
A halting mix of Giant's language and Common Language spewed from its mouth full of yellow teeth, spitting out saliva and carrying a strong stench of bad breath.
Thor looked down at the Cyclops below, ignoring the Cyclops' warnings, and instead began to accelerate his dive.
This made the already irritable Cyclops even angrier. He reached into the sheepskin at his waist with his free hand and pulled out a simply polished stone.
As an intelligent being, the Cyclops would certainly use tools, and its level of intelligence was probably similar to that of primitive humans in the Stone Age.
It gripped the basketball-sized rock tightly with its five fingers, its arm muscles bulging, and threw it forcefully into the sky.
The hard stone ball shot out like a cannonball, cutting through the air with a whistling sound, heading straight for Thor in mid-air.
If hit by this attack, even a young white dragon would probably break several ribs.
However, a hint of mockery flashed in Thor's eyes. It was just a monster of challenge level 8 or so, yet it dared to be so presumptuous in front of him.
It suddenly stretched its thick forepaws forward, its five fingers spread wide like a winnowing basket, the cushioning tissue on its palms covered with a layer of tough, dense scales, and its nails gleaming with a bright metallic luster, as it forcefully pulled forward.
The stone thrown by the Cyclops was caught precisely in his claws. A piercing sound rang out, and bright sparks flew everywhere. With a forceful squeeze, the entire stone was instantly crushed into pieces.
"Your strength is not bad, but it's still far inferior to mine."
"Foolish giant, you're quite good at herding sheep. Submit to me, only then can you avoid being burned to ashes!"
Seeing that his attack was so easily blocked by the red dragon in the sky, the Cyclops below immediately widened the huge yellowish-brown eye on his forehead.
Its relatively low intelligence prevented it from understanding overly complex language; it simply repeated what it had said before.
"Leave...leave my pasture, these are my sheep!"
Seeing this, Thor couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment. He thought he would meet a good subordinate, but he didn't expect him to be a brainless idiot.
Let's take it down!
There's definitely more than just this one Cyclops at the southern end of Greystone Ridge; maybe the next one we'll encounter will be a smarter one.
Thor, suspended in mid-air, began to inhale deeply. His chest and abdomen, covered in crimson scales, gradually swelled up, and a molten lava-like light shone through the gaps in the scales.
A large amount of magic flowed into his throat through his basal vessels, and the earth and fire elements mingled and merged, eventually forming five orange-red fireballs that he violently spewed down at the Cyclops below.
Those fireballs, no bigger than a fist, expanded rapidly after leaving Thor's mouth. By the time they reached the Cyclops, they had grown to the size of a wheel, completely sealing off every corner of it.