Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

North.

The overwhelming snowstorm obscured his vision. Gerta Gaiman wiped the snowflakes off his snow goggles and watched the hot air he exhaled quickly condense into frost in front of him.

"The God of Winter is angry again." He wrapped the fur hood on his head tightly, shook the firewood on his back, adjusted his center of gravity, and continued to trek step by step in the knee-high snow.

This place is not far from his stone house, but he seemed to have walked for a century. When he pushed open the door and quickly entered the house, and used the closed door to block the roaring ice and snow outside, he felt a little relieved in his heavy heart.

He untied the belts on both sides of his shoulders, put down the firewood rack behind him, picked out a few dry ones, and threw them directly into the blazing fireplace, then fumbled with the belt behind his head, untied the anti-blindness snow goggles made of deer bones, revealing a pair of bright star-blue eyes.

He was very handsome, with the ruggedness and bravery of a northern barbarian, but his handsome face was covered with many scars.

It was called a snow goggles, but this thing was just a piece of deer antler that was ground into a slightly curved thin piece that could be placed on the bridge of the nose according to the size of the nose bridge and eye sockets, and two thin, narrow slits that could let light pass through were cut out at the position of the eyes, so that a large amount of glare reflected by the snow could be blocked from entering the eyes, reducing the probability of blindness.

On such a day of howling snow and wind, if the firewood stored at home was not about to run out, Gerta would never step out of the door.

However, the fire in the stove cannot be extinguished. This is the conclusion that the ancestors and tribesmen have reached at the cost of their lives for thousands of years. [The fire in the stove cannot be extinguished] is also the advice that the Gerta Gaiman tribe adheres to.

Gerta took off his coat that was covered with snow and had begun to get wet in the warm house, revealing his scarred body. He was a northern giant - well, to be precise, a half-blood northern giant. Among the giants in the North, who are five meters tall per person, he is only two meters and five meters tall with alien blood. This body, which is already very tall in the eyes of humans, is always as small as a child in the eyes of giants.

He didn't know what race his father was, and his giant mother didn't tell him. She just raised him silently until he grew up, and then let him leave the tribe to fend for himself. Of course, this is what he expected. The giants are not a friendly race. They seem to have endless energy and anger to vent when facing mixed-bloods. Most of the scars on Gerta's body were caused by his tribe.

Fortunately, Gerta is a smart and dexterous person. These characteristics are probably inherited from his father of unknown race, because the giants are notoriously clumsy.

He guessed that his father was probably a clever human or a handsome elf... No, it shouldn't be a dwarf, because dwarves are too ugly and too small.

He built a stone house in the lee of the foothills far away from the tribe and lived by hunting animals in the ice and snow. Although he didn't like his own people, he always kept the tribe's advice in mind for survival.

He grinned self-deprecatingly, put on clean and warm clothes, spread the firewood collected on this trip on the floor next to the stove, and pulled up the fire screen in front of the fireplace. He measured the distance and confirmed that the sparks would not be ejected to the firewood outside. The firewood was also in a position where it could be dried by the heat but not catch fire. Then he held a cup of hot water and threw a few pieces of dried bark into the cup. He sat down on the rocking chair on the other side of the fireplace, slowly exhaled a breath of hot air, and stretched his cold feet in front of the fireplace to warm them.

Life in the North is getting worse and worse.

The god who controls the North, the god of raging waves and ice and snow, the winter god in the mouths of the giants, is like a kind old father. Every year, he gives the North a kind summer in the gap between the cold winters-even if it still rains and snows in the summer here, it is a hard-won comfortable day compared to the harsh winter.

Countless animals hibernating in the severe cold should have been looking for food and reproducing in this short summer, storing food and nutrition for the long winter to come. But inexplicably, this year's summer was only a flash in the pan and then came to an abrupt end, and the storm started again. It's not even September yet, but the earth is already frozen.

Many animals that didn't have time to prepare for the winter have frozen to death in this snowstorm. Gerta picked up three hares along the way and lined them up one by one by the stove, waiting for these natural frozen meats to melt before skinning them.

Everyone is saying that the God of Winter is angry, but no one knows what he is angry about... Since someone said that a strange yellow coat floating in the air was seen near the holy mountain where the God of Winter resides, there have been more and more days of blizzards with unreasonable anger.

Some people say that the God of Winter has fallen and been polluted by evil; others say that the God of Winter is still the irritable god, and he is just dissatisfied with the offerings of believers and wants more faith; others say that the harsh winter has just begun.

He heard that many people in the nearby tribes had the idea of ​​going to the south, and he wanted to go with them, but after thinking it over, he gave up the idea.

The entire northern border was covered with snow and wind. If you want to enjoy the hot summer, you have to go further south, cross the Iris Sea, and go to the Ozeria continent.

But that sea is definitely not so easy to cross, and it is even more difficult for giants with huge bodies who are not good at swimming and sailing. Even if Gerta is just a half-blood giant, crossing the sea is still an impossible task for him.

Even though he often closes his eyes and imagines himself tasting fine wine in a place without snow and wind, enjoying the scorching sun, or even setting sail on the endless sea, he knows in his heart that dreams will only be dreams.

He took a big sip of bark tea, letting the liquid with a ginger-like flavor dispel the last chill in his body, then pushed open the door, walked into the inner room, and opened the cabinet.

There was a small shrine in the cabinet. Strangely, there was no complete statue inside, only a pile of stone fragments that could not be seen in any shape.