Chapter 543 Sir Nicholas, What a Pity

Tick-tock...

Tick-tock...

The sound of dripping water came from the depths, as if the stalactites were seeping out the underground water hidden in the stone wall, and the liquid splashed again on the stone, giving rise to a slight chill for no reason. There was no light in the dim cave, and one could only use the moonlight reflected from the snow to barely identify a few feet of the road.

The stench of rancid rot lingered in the nose, as if the bloody wild boar meat that had just been slaughtered was being eaten by maggots, and the smell was pungent.

Loren and Hermione walked in along the cracks in the inner wall of the cave. The cave was shallower than they expected. After a few steps, they were blocked by two huge piles of earth and two mossy stones.

The two stoats looked at each other, and the same doubts flashed in their shiny black eyes:

We have reached the end of the cave, why don’t we see the giant?

Huh... Huh...

The air passed through the cave, and the subtle resonance made a whistling sound. Loren and Hermione looked at the source of the wind, and their pupils shrank and their breathing stagnated.

The hill-like mound in front of them was slowly rising and falling with deep breathing. It was not a mound at all, but a curved and high giant spine. The two moss-covered rocks next to it were not boulders, but two heads, covered with thick fern-colored hair like waterweed, with bruises on their cheeks. They were beaten so badly that their faces were swollen and their normal flesh color could not be seen at all, so the two did not recognize them.

The simple clothes on their bodies to keep out the cold were made of bark and animal skins, and they were already tattered. Several pieces of black and red swollen skin were exposed on the torso and shoulders, and it seemed that there was no good meat on their bodies. The two sleeping giants were not Orr, whom they saw from afar during the day. They were less injured, with almost no fatal injuries, and they slept deeply.

Loren and Hermione observed carefully. The cave seemed to be bustling since some time. Deep in the dark cave, besides the deep whistling wind and the crisp and weak sound of water drops, there was also a kind of mournful sobbing sound. The sobbing creature was huge, and it suppressed its throat when sobbing, but the vocal cords, which were thicker than drum skin, vibrated, muffled, and roared.

The two of them walked lightly, turned over two heaving mounds, and followed the direction of the roaring sobbing sound to the deeper part of the cave.

There were two much smaller giants, one male and one female, who were treating the wound on Orr's body.

The male giant was wearing a dirty brown smock, which was also sewn with animal skin and bark. One leg was coiled under his body, and the other leg was dragged by his side, bent at a completely abnormal angle. The main way of moving was to support the ground with both hands. Every time he moved, he would grit his teeth, groan after stopping, and exhale.

The intense pain gathered into cold sweat on the forehead, which fell down the cheek and onto the ground, making a light dripping sound.

The leg was broken, but it was only forced to be straightened. Even with a giant's body, it would take a long time to heal...

Loren and Hermione turned their eyes to the female giant next to them. Unlike all the giants they had seen before, the female giant was wearing neat pure animal skin clothes, with no obvious scars on her body. She was concentrating on treating the man's injuries, but her right hand was very stiff and the movement was very small. It should be a dislocated shoulder blade.

A chilling scraping sound was heard.

The sharp stone blade broke through the flesh and blood, like a rough and blunt scalpel, cutting and scraping the broken meat attached to the wound with difficulty, sliding along Orr's bones and falling under his body, making the accumulated minced meat grow a little bigger.

Orr stared at the exposed arm with a distracted look, without crying out in pain, without frowning, and no new cold sweat on his forehead. He opened and closed his lips, looking at his brother Gail and sister Mir who were busy in pain, as if he wanted to say something, but the remaining strength in his body was not enough to support him to speak.

"Woo... Moo..."

Mir wanted his brother to speak less and save energy to fight against the god of death.

From frowning and crying in pain when treating the wound at the beginning, to sweating coldly later, until gradually numb and expressionless, as if it didn't hurt, but the elder brother Orr who always loved her didn't respond to his sister's call.

He couldn't respond, he couldn't hear.

It was different from the time seven years ago when he vowed to eat the bird that shit in his hair, climbed up a giant tree to break the branches, and cut his stomach. It was different from the time five years ago when he went to the snowy mountain to pick white flowers on the cliff for her and broke his leg. Unlike the time three years ago when he challenged an adult giant four feet taller than him and was beaten so hard that he couldn't get up for a month...

This time, his brother was dying. He still had a piece of cold fat meat in his palm, but he could no longer pass it over. His eyes were closed, and his dark face was abnormally pale, without a trace of blood. All the blood in his body had seeped into the soil. Holding his muscular arms, Mir could clearly feel that the life in this brother who had aspired to become the most powerful warrior in the tribe since he was a child was slipping away bit by bit.

"Ha..."

Mir stared blankly at his brother who was slowly closing his eyes, tears sliding down his cheeks, and he opened his mouth but made no sound, but a deafening but silent shrill wail.

"Can you speak wizard language? Although I can roughly guess what your giant language means, I can't speak giant language. It's still a bit difficult for the wizard's vocal cords to make such a sound." A faint voice sounded from the depths of the dark cave.

"Witch...Wizard?" Mir and Gale, who had a broken leg, turned their heads and stared at a hanging rock, from which a pair of short young men and women walked out.

"Ha, it's exactly what I thought. Although there is no reason, I think you will say--"

Hermione tugged on the hem of his robe and urged anxiously: "Stop talking unnecessary words and help save people!"

"I didn't say I wouldn't save him, so why are you so anxious..." Loren muttered as he took a few steps forward, floated up and inspected the injuries all over the dying giant's body.

"[Fluorescence Flashing]"

The silvery white light on the tip of the wand was the same color as the disk in the sky, but not so cold. The dark cave became brighter because of this light. Even the unconscious and dying giant's eyelids trembled, and the thick aura of death seemed to Dispelled by fluorescence.

Watching the man's shadow swaying on the stone wall, Mil felt an inexplicable warmth.

The cutting spell removes the dead flesh from the wound, the floating spell cleans away the ashes and gravel according to the wizard's wishes, and the white essence is poured into the terrifying cracks in the flesh, as if hot magma is poured into the ice, and the hot breath gradually becomes cold from the body. filled the body, Al's chest beat violently, as fast as a trapped animal escaping from an avalanche.

A large bucket of raw bone spirit was poured in, and the unconscious Orr shuddered, and his mouth and nose began to breathe smoothly again. The potions professor's status as a good student played a powerful role here. Although they were all class assignments for senior students at Hogwarts, the ones that could be collected and stored were all qualified, so he poured them down so generously regardless of the amount. , even if he is bitten by the fire dragon, he can save his life.

Poor Sir Nicholas' execution was carried out so quickly. If he could have been suspended for a few hundred years, Loren might have been able to save him thanks to the slimy strip of skin around his neck.

Mir and Gale stared at him blankly for a while, hot tears falling from their eyes.

"There's still half a barrel left, so I'll give it to you." Loren shook the barrel containing the bone spirit and handed it to the giant with a broken leg.

Gale was stunned for a moment, and slowly took the barrel. During the whole process, his eyes kept drifting to his sister Mir's face. When he saw her nodding, he relaxed, took the raw bone spirit, raised his head and poured it into his mouth. His movements were like It's old Dodd who is as bold as drinking wheat juice.

Hermione came to Mill, looked up at the huge figure of the giantess, her eyes were soft: "I know you have many questions, such as who we are, what our purpose is, why we are here, we can answer these questions, But before that, maybe we should get to know each other first, what do you think?”

Loren stood next to Hermione and threw an earplug nearby to listen to the spell.

Mir looked at the two little wizards, and then at his sleeping brother over there. Without much hesitation, he spoke first: "You can call me Mir, and the one over there is Al."

Gale's face was distorted by the smell of the bone spirit, and he was still grinning when he spoke: "I...I am Gale, we are...brother and sister."

"Just call me Granger, this is Morgan..."

"I have basically taken care of your brother Al's injuries. When you wake up tomorrow morning, the bones in his body should be almost healed. Don't worry."

Loren felt that the three giant brothers and sisters seemed very different from the giants outside, so after thinking briefly, he asked directly and clearly, "The purpose of our coming here is to find two...two wizards, or hybrid giants, to compare with them." Short, but much taller than us."

Hermione added: "The giants should have visited your tribe not long ago and given you precious gifts. If you hadn't been hiding in the cave, you would have seen them."

"We did meet, even more than once." Mir looked down at the two of them, his two huge eyes full of grief, "That was a week ago..."

At that time, Giant Gugo was still a giant named Kakus. He was the ugliest and laziest person in the tribe, but he was also the tallest warrior. In the first few years when he took office as Gugo, he could always bring back the most. Prey, conquering the fiercest beasts, weighing more than two bull elephants and having skin thicker than a rhinoceros and a wild boar combined.

But in the past few years, he no longer wanted to run and hunt in the mountains. Instead, he sat in the most comfortable cave and waited for others to bring him food.

It was a sunny morning, and when Cacus was lying by the lake and roaring at people to put the dead sheep into his mouth, two hybrid giants walked down the hillside holding gifts high, a flower that would never go out, forever. The warm magical flame came all the way to Kakus' feet, bowed, and put down the gift...

"Kakus didn't know the wizard's language, so he called two giants to translate. They agreed to have a conversation the next day and bring gifts..." Mir's voice was very soft, as if he was worried about disturbing the sleeping people there. Orr, "The conversation the next day also went very well. I stood around and listened. Hagrid conveyed Dumbledore's kindness. He prevented your government from killing the last giants in Britain, which is us... Everything was fine, and they agreed to continue talking and bring gifts on the third day..."

"What happened next?"

If all goes well, Hagrid won't be stuck on the way back, and the giants won't be switching to new Gogo.

Hermione's eyes widened slightly and she asked in shock: "Did Death Eaters suddenly attack them while they were talking?"

Mir shook his head and whispered: "McNeil and Crouch, those two people found Gao Gao Ma. Hagrid said that they were both executioners who enjoyed slaughtering, so they got along very well. The two wizards encouraged Gao Gao Ma to start a fierce fight. , almost all the giants in the tribe were involved. The depression was noisy that night, and Orr asked me to stay in the cave. I only heard more and more giants gathering outside, and it became more and more chaotic when the sun came out the next day. , the snow is red, Kakus’s head sank to the bottom of the lake, Gao Gaoma, wearing his helmet, became the new Gugo..."

Hagrid and Maxim still didn't know the Death Eaters hidden behind the riots. They went to meet Gao Gaoma with the gift they planned to give to Cacus, but they were almost caught on the spot. Maxim used magic to take them with him. Escape in a hurry...

"They were unwilling to give up their original mission and planned to avoid Gao Gaoma, so they sneaked into the cave every night to talk to other giants." Mir's eyes showed sadness and he shook his head, "But they didn't expect that McNeil and Crow Qi was searching for them and discovered the traces of their night movements and cornered them in a cave the next day."

"Could it be that you..." Loren looked at the injuries on the two men thoughtfully.

Hermione looked moved.

"Hagrid and Maxim did not implicate us. They had a long stalemate with the two Death Eaters and finally escaped smoothly." Mir shook his head again. "The injuries on our bodies were caused by Gao Gaoma and others. They said it was us. Help his prey escape while he sleeps."

"Can he be your leader like this?" Hermione couldn't help but ask.

"We giants are like this. We have to fight with others every few weeks, either beating others half to death, or ourselves being beaten half to death. Men fight with men, women fight with women. If they are beaten to death, then Even if they are beaten to death, those who survive will continue to fight. Even if it is not for food, fire and spacious caves, they will still fight. In the words of your wizards, it is called cannibalism..."

"What about you?"

Loren squinted his eyes and looked at the three giant brothers and sisters in the cave, and asked softly.

Compared with other simple-minded giants, the three of them are more rational, more tolerant, know how to protect themselves, and can suppress the violent impulses in their bodies.

The eldest brother Orr will miss his injured younger siblings and set aside barbecue for them. Gale and Mir will worry about Orr. Among the savage giants, their humanity is like a torch at night, in the distant ridges and dark caves. All can see clearly.

The most important thing is that even their names are different from other giants.

"We..." Mir's eyes flickered.