You and Me Under The World Tree

There are actually very few giants in Midgard. After all, Midgard is a world dominated by humans. It is different from Jotunheim, where the giants are almost closed to the outside world, and Wat'al Alheim, where the dwarves live. This place belongs to the gods. 'Back Garden', this is the world created by the gods using the corpse of the ancestor giant Ymir.
And humans are a species created by the gods. They use war to create the 'warriors' they want. The atrium is like a continuous arsenal to them. They can allow giant dragons and various creatures that can threaten humans to roam. Live here, but you will never allow a certain party's strength to gradually expand.
Among these strictly controlled giant groups, Grin lived a very prosperous life. He once occupied the Jura Mountains on the border between the Netherlands and the Goths, developed his own underground power here, and then dispatched his troops. Going to the border areas to rob homes and homes is within the scope allowed by the gods.
Looting the supplies of those 'bugs' and then killing them, this is what they have always done. The rest of the time, they nest in the Jura Mountains, strictly controlling the limits, although they seem to be dancing around the limits of the gods' tolerance. , but quite safe.
He knows where the bottom line of the gods is. They don't need to occupy such fertile land. They just need to nest in places like the Jura Mountains. They don't need to grow food or graze, because Midgard will never lack war. All you need to do is carry out plunder regularly and attack surrounding fortresses and villages.
Sometimes, they can even be 'bought' to participate in wars within a period of time, or to attack and harass the other party. They have been doing this for hundreds of years, and with the acquiescence of the gods , he has already won over many compatriots, expanded the size of his underground town, and finally even named this large giant kingdom after himself: Grinheim.
He spent every day like this. For hundreds of years, he watched the rise and fall of various kingdoms. He even witnessed with his own eyes the children of Odin who deliberately stayed in the mortal world fighting each other. If he had the leisure, he could even go there. North Sea.
But until one day, this leisurely life without threats was broken, and everything changed...
A human like a ghost walked all the way into his underground kingdom. He was obviously wearing a heavy armor for a human, but there was no sound when he walked, let alone the sound. It was obvious that the entire Jura Mountains There were many fellow giants underneath, but no one of them noticed this man. He just sneaked in and came into contact with his slave, the slave named Regin.
Then the nightmare began. It was obvious that he was just a maggot who was completely vulnerable in front of the giant. The giant was obviously a group that even gods weighed, but in front of that human being, almost everyone was vulnerable. He Every sword he struck could cut off the limbs of his compatriots, and Grin just watched his compatriots fall one by one.
The man was like a precise killing machine, holding a sword in his right hand and casting rune magic in his left hand. He just stepped on the corpses of his compatriots and walked out of Grinheim.
Although Grin himself did not want to admit this, the bloody facts told him: if he had not had a giant sword that was forged by the dwarf named Regin with all his strength, he would have been mercilessly killed by that human. To kill him, he saved his life entirely by relying on his superiority in weapons and the giant's natural strength.
He was just a human, but he directly killed the entire giant kingdom. This was definitely a shame in Grin's long life and a shadow that would never go away.
His psychological shadow was so great that he did not even dare to leave his Grinheim. He could only rely on the magic of the giants to preserve the bodies of his people and then resurrect them one by one. This was the only thing he could do. It was waiting, waiting for decades, waiting for the Netherlands to be destroyed and the man's voice to completely disappear from this land, before he dared to show his face.
 But I didn't expect that voice to still echo...
 "Giant Grin, you really don't have a long memory at all."
"Impossible, is he actually still alive? The Kingdom of the Netherlands has obviously changed hands!" Grin couldn't help but gritted his teeth after hearing the voice coming from top to bottom, from far to near.
His gaffe couldn't help but be conveyed to his friend who was also a giant in front of him, and he couldn't help showing a puzzled look: "Grin, what's wrong with you?"
The giant warrior in front of him was named Ike. He was here as a guest. He and Grin could be said to be old friends, and they had known each other hundreds of years ago. But what he didn't expect was that in just over a hundred years, , everything seemed to have changed, and now, what he saw on the face of a giant warrior was panic that he should not have seen.
"It's him...this voice is him!" After hearing the voice, Grin, who was still a little depressed, suddenly became impatient and even panicked, "He's here again!"
Having said this, he couldn't help but grit his teeth, and his eyes were just focused on a giant stone statue next to him...
 "What else does he want to take away from me this time!"
"Calm down." Looking at his friend who was clearly showing symptoms of PTSD in front of him, Ike couldn't help but try to dissuade him.
Although from his point of view, being defeated by humans is not really a shame, because sometimes, there are always a few guys with extraordinary blood among these so-called humans, but he really can't stand the Grin. This performance now.
In his eyes, the giant Grin should also be a warrior. It is really outrageous to be so afraid of a human being!
 But he was not a friend, so Ike couldn't scold him much.
"You should understand the lifespan of human beings. You who live in Midgard can understand this better than us who live in Jotunheim. For more than forty years, this period of time is definitely a qualitative change for human beings. , even if he was not taken away by the god who took a fancy to him, it is time for his physical strength to run out. "
However, Grin obviously did not listen to his words. The former giant king just held his heavy sword tightly, and the excitement on his face did not change at all.
"That's all." Looking at Grin's appearance, Ike also knew that this situation could not be changed for a while.
 And instead of seeking changes in this area, why not...
"You don't look like you are ready. Let me go and meet the enemy for you." He said.
The giant picked up the sharp sword placed next to the huge seat, and then slowly walked out of the slightly dilapidated underground palace.
"Who can make Grin so afraid? Let me see..."