Chapter 185: Bors the Giant Blacksmith (1/2)

Chapter 185: Bors the Giant Blacksmith "Bors?" Aldrich stepped around the Throne Shard and in front of Bors The giant was large, standing at around 8 ood amount shorter than Aldrich Zombie Giant which stood at 12 meters

Bors also looked a little iant had a powerful, ood proportions like a powerlifter,

Bors had a hunched back, big torso, and cos "You're an Earth Giant," noted Aldrich

In Elden World, iant lived in a faraway northern land of towering iants used enoriant aerial plains, living upon the them to cross froiants were aptly called Sky Giants

Bors, however, was a giant descended from ancient clans that split o froive up life atop the skies and instead tread upon the huo the skies to live upon the earth, they were called Earth Giants "Yes, I a!" said Bors enthusiastically

Bors's face was covered under his welding helht siants tended to be less intelligent than their sky giant counterparts, but at the saressive and one of the friendliest races in Elden World

Gentle giants through and through Whichious strength, but their strong connection to the earth that granted the "I rescued Bors fro as an Elven tower builder," said the

Death Lord "I found hihted down and utterly obliterated that little city, as its name, ah, Ars Fisteria

They had that puny tree tower that the elves are so fond of building in their cities, nothing at all coive them respect for their eorts" The Death Lord shook her head "I granted the elves three chances to surrender, but they refused to yield Far too proud a people for their own good, I dare say" "Does Bors need coins to take a sot a closer look at Bors and saw scorchhis ariant's past as a slave "Coins? Nonsense," said the Death Lord "Bors is only lie what you desire and the resources you bestow upon him"

Aldrich briey wondered what he would do with the coins in his inventory, but he set that issue aside for later "Strong I ae I can!" said Bors as he nodded several times at Aldrich "Bors, what can you do with this?" said Aldrich as he hostly white orb glowed in Aldrich's hand This was, other than the Locus, the greatest prize Aldrich had won in the past night A syth "My, that is quite an interesting soul," said the Death Lord as she itted out her forked tongue "From one of these New Worlders, no? Powerful, too, I can sense it Go on, Bors, tell us how you will forge this"

Bors sat down behind his giant anvil and furnace He held out an open pal positively tiny in his huge, scarred hand