"If only there was a Frost Giant, maybe I could have him help me shepherd the winter." Gu Shanhai looked at the growth progress of the Fimbulwinter, somewhat dissatisfied.
To blanket the entire New World, it would take at least half a year.
After all, it's already worn out, just a bit of residue remaining.
Moreover, with the flames of the burning world eyeing from outside, the high temperature makes it difficult for the Fimbulwinter to grow effectively.
"Where did you hear that Frost Giants could shepherd the winter? They merely survive in the cold." Mimir said helplessly, always feeling that Gu Shanhai's thought processes were peculiar.
"Can't they?" Gu Shanhai felt a bit disappointed.
"Perhaps Beigelmir could." Mimir said.
Beigelmir, the Frost Giant ancestor, was the grandson of the giant ancestor Ymir.
Given the current situation, the Frost Giants should have it the worst, just wanting a better living environment, like something warmer.
