Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

Dwarves have always been a race that is not afraid of cold or heat. Their skin is as hard as stone and their muscles are as hard as steel. They can pick up unmelted ore from the fire with their bare hands. When they are forging iron, they can still brush off the dust without any damage and start over without changing their expression.

Dwarves are not afraid of ice and snow, nor are they afraid of heat, but they are afraid of pollution.

Dwarves are not a race with a firm mind and strong will. They may be obsessed with forging iron in the last second, and they may be drunk and snoring deafeningly beside the barrel in the next second...

As we all know, pollution comes from the mind and affects the mind. People with weak wills will soon lose themselves in the mumbling of evil god pollution and be assimilated into strange evil god believers.

Dwarves, who have very low racial points in intelligence and will but have a certain degree of perception, are particularly disadvantaged when facing pollution.

Even the most casual, easy-going, and muddle-headed dwarves could not accept that they or their loved ones had become another kind of terrifying monster that they could not recognize, that could only mutter and attack people.

That was no longer living, nor was it a comfortable death, but the greatest blasphemy against life.

However, after renting the mine from Lord Moyiwu, the Modoro dwarves lived the best life they could imagine.

At this time, the sky outside the mine was pitch black, the ground was covered with snow, and the cold temperature was isolated from the earth by the thick blanket of ice and snow. In the underground tunnel more than ten meters below the ground, they gathered next to the blazing iron furnace, holding oak wine glasses and drinking their own strong liquor, singing loudly.

- Rather than singing, it was more like making noise half-roaring and half-screaming.

A wild boar that had been roughly cut into pieces was roasted by the fire. This was the purified monster that the great elder Morat Modoro bought from the adventurer's ranch after he went to the city to deliver goods in the morning. The meat was tender, thick and juicy. Even if it was roasted with the roughest method and sprinkled with salt, it was a top delicacy for the dwarves.

After moving to this mine, the dwarves were finally able to mine and forge again, doing their best and favorite old business for generations. Even though they had to send a lot of strong laborers to work for the lord under the huge rent pressure and produce many strange-shaped water pipes and mechanical parts in the factory, with the dwarves' forging skills, they could do anything.

Forging armor and swords is also forging, and forging water pipes and hoes is also forging. It doesn't matter if they do the same work for an hour!

Although the second elder Molaro Modoro's faction still has a lot of opinions about this, and even claims that this is a "decision that goes against the ancestors", but then again, when have they not been full of opinions about various decisions in the tribe?

The dwarves have long been accustomed to the daily disagreements in the tribe. It is better to say that the dwarves who are chattering and making a fuss every day don't like any of their own people.

Whenever there is a consensus, it is either a matter of life and death, or the dwarf on the other side has a bigger and harder fist than themselves.

If the strength of the two parties is similar, then the reason why they pick on the other party's opinions may be simply, "I just don't like you, and I oppose everything you say. '

However, this time, with the firm support of the great elder Morat Modoro and the son of the tribe leader Momoro, the tribe leader Momoli rarely became tough, and overruled all the opposition, requiring the dwarves to gamble on the reputation of their ancestors and build extraordinary high-quality water pipes to show the lord their true strength.