Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

These strange adventurers suddenly knocked on the door of Gerta Gaiman's stone house last night and chanted to him in unison: "We are believers of the ancient world elves. Mother's mother, father's father, the beginning of all things, the destination of the soul, the great world consciousness sent us to help you survive this severe winter."

Gerta Gaiman blinked and looked down at this group of strange guys carefully. Some of them are humans, and some are frost jackal orcs. The strange thing is that the two can actually live in peace and are even familiar with each other like relatives and friends.

You know, those orcs hate humans very much!

In addition, these humans are wearing slightly thin clothes, and even if their faces are blue with cold, they don't feel how cold it is.

Although he thought these people were very strange, Gerta Gaiman had indeed heard the voice of the world consciousness and heard that there were adventurers coming to help him. The half-blood giant nodded and opened the door: "Do you want to go in?"

The adventurers looked at the slightly simple stone house and waved their hands: "We won't go in. Do you have any tasks for us?"

"Task?" Gerta repeated in confusion.

"That is... do you have any wishes that you need us to fulfill for you?" said a human male adventurer with black hair and black eyes.

"Oh, that's quite a lot." Gerta said, "I haven't eaten vegetables and fruits for a long time, and I'm almost done with bark tea... So, in fact, I don't have much meat left."

"I see, I need food," the adventurer nodded; "What else?"

"Firewood, a lot of firewood." Gerta stepped back a little, the cold wind at the door made him uncomfortable, "Maybe some dwarf-brewed liquor to warm up the body, fur is also OK."

"Do you want cotton? Cotton-padded jacket and bedding?" another adventurer asked, "You look a little cold."

Gerta looked speechlessly at the guy who was still wearing short sleeves in this blizzard, and then looked at himself who was tightly wrapped in fur but still shivering in the cold wind: "Yes, I'm cold. I'm going to close the door."

"Hey! Wait a minute!" The first adventurer stopped him, "We can deliver everything you want tomorrow morning. I say, can we use the vacant land near your house?"

"Yes, use it as you like. It's all unowned land in the wilderness." Gerta said, and closed the door.

He shook his cold body and continued to warm himself in front of the stove.

"Weird people." He muttered, "Even if they are sent by the world consciousness, I don't believe they can find those precious supplies in this cold place overnight."

He slept in front of the stove for a night - this was the only warm place in the stone house. Early the next morning, he was awakened by a knock on the door.

Gerta Gaiman got up angrily and opened the door.

It is well known that giants have bad tempers, and cold mornings are often the worst time for them to get up. The temper of the half-blood giant is only a little milder than that of the giants, well, a little bit that cannot be seen by the naked eye.