Greece brings evildoers

In the cave.

The thick stone walls isolate the howling wind and snow, and the shimmer of fluorite brings a hint of warmth. Odin's tense nerves couldn't help but relax a little, and he took a serious look at the surrounding environment.

The deeper he looked, the more surprised he became.

Not only is the environment here clean and tidy, the furnishings and utensils inside also have very fine carving traces. It doesn't look like a giant's residence, but more like a stone house carefully built by the gods.

No, even higher than the standard of living of the gods.

At best, his tribesmen only polished some simple stone tools and sewed some rough animal skins. Their aesthetics and technical level were incomparable to the son of the giant in front of them.

"Are you really of giant blood? I have never seen a giant like you who is greedy for pleasure."

Odin glanced at Lorne next to him, showing suspicion.

Lorne smiled slightly and asked:

"Then are you really the blood of a god? This is the first time I have seen a god like you who doesn't choose to fight to the death when facing a strong enemy, but just runs away."

The two looked at each other, with a tacit smile on their faces.

Well, there are always some misfits in every tribe, and these two certainly are.

After the simple test, Odin followed Lorne into the inner hall.

As soon as he walked in, the aroma of food hit his nostrils. His eyes couldn't help but be attracted by the cured meats and smoked fish on the storage shelves, and his Adam's apple squirmed subconsciously.

Lorn saw Odin's reaction and took the initiative to send out an invitation:

"The frost giant outside shouldn't be far away for a while. Let's sit down, eat something, and rest."

Odin, who was already hungry, readily agreed, sat down at the stone table, and immersed himself in tasting the dishes served by Lorne.

As soon as the food was in his mouth, Odin was impressed by the wonderful taste and said sincerely:

"Brother, your craftsmanship is really amazing! Compared with you, the food cooked by those women in the clan is just like pig food!"

Lorne humbly agreed while presenting the new dishes, and through small talk, he roughly understood the situation of the gods from Odin's mouth.

The situation was worse than he thought.

In this age-of-the-gods world intertwined with ice and fire, not only is the environment quite harsh, but supplies are also very scarce, and everything must be looted.

If you can't defeat the giant, you will have to compete with your tribe.

Due to the lack of sufficient material support and living space, the number of the gods has never been increased, and there has even been an obvious downward trend with the continuous proliferation of giants.

If this continues, I'm afraid it won't be long before gods become history.

It is for this reason that Odin, the grandson of the god Zubli, was sent out to lead a team to explore outwards to find a new habitat for the declining family of gods.

"Speaking of it, it's really unlucky. It used to be quite peaceful here, but for some reason, a group of powerful frost giants suddenly came over. It seems that all of them are direct bloodline of the ancestor giant Ymir."

Odin said, the expression on his face couldn't help but be a little gloomy.

Although he is the grandson of the god Zubuli, he is not very favored and respected because he prefers to use his brains rather than his hands. He is an outlier in the ethnic group.

Otherwise, he would not be thrown out to lead the team in dangerous exploration missions.

Unexpectedly, the task was not completed and he almost lost his life.

Moreover, when more than a dozen people left, he was the only one left alive to return home, and he didn't know how to explain to those tribesmen.

There was nowhere to vent the anguish in his heart, so Odin had no choice but to vent his energy on the food and wolf it down.

Even the two ravens on his shoulders were attracted by the smell of the food, jumped on the dining table, and happily gnawed on the shredded meat on the bones.

Lorne, on the other hand, took out the stored grain without hesitation and warmly entertained this unlucky "friend" of the Gods.

Because he was probably the one who caused the frost giant brigade with explosive combat power on the ice field.

After arriving in the Nordic Age of Gods, in order to understand the situation here, Lorne planned to go to the growing World Tree to connect with him. Unexpectedly, due to the suitable environment, it had become the nest of the giant family.

Before he could meet his old enemy Ymir, he bumped into a lot of strange giants.

Although with his excellent strength, Lorne successfully escaped and killed the chasing giants, but he was also targeted by the giant family.

In addition, after that, he successively sneaked into the giants' strongholds to explore intelligence, so naturally he would inevitably have some conflicts with those giants.

After going back and forth like this, it was reasonable for the opposite party to send a group of frost giants to cause trouble for him.

However, the fire at the city gate affected Chiyu.

Those big guys who came looking for revenge did not find the cave he had hidden with magic. Instead, they bumped into the exploration team led by Odin and vented all the evil fire on these unlucky guys.

Therefore, Odin and the others were just fooling around and were tricked by him.

Out of some compensatory mentality, Lorne even took out his treasured wine to entertain Odin, the master of suffering.

Looking at the clear and translucent amber liquid in the bowl, exuding a rich honey aroma, Odin couldn't help but curiously asked:

"What is this? It smells so good!"

"Mead! I made it as a treasure for entertaining friends. Try it first to see how it tastes!"

Lorne replied proudly, with a slightly proud look in his eyes.

Although after repeated breakthroughs, he has possessed a variety of powers and divine positions, the god of wine is still his natal priesthood.

After arriving in the Age of the Gods of the Nordic countries, he had been thinking about how to create a localized alcoholic beverage according to local conditions, so as to facilitate his future missionary work.

After all, the climate and products here are completely different from those in the Age of the Gods of Greece, and continuing to use the old method to make wine may not be suitable for the local climate.

So after continuous attempts, Loen thought of using honey instead of grapes for fermentation, and created a honey wine with a unique taste.

When Odin heard the new name "wine", he immediately became interested. He immediately picked up the bowl, raised his head and drank the amber nectar, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

First, it was slightly sweet at the entrance, with a mellow and mellow fragrance; then a hot feeling spread from the tongue into the stomach, bringing a warm feeling; finally, the floating intoxication surged into the heart, making people seem to have cast aside their troubles and gained a brief peace and bliss.

After tasting the wine himself, Odin excitedly asked for a refill:

"Good stuff, give me another bowl!"

Loen readily agreed, holding the jar and pouring the honey wine into the bowl.

Before the wine was full, Odin couldn't wait to grab the bowl, raised his head and drank the wine, then put the bowl heavily on the table:

"More!"

After several rounds of this, Odin, who felt unsatisfied, simply threw down the bowl, snatched the wine jar from Loen's hand, and drank heartily from the jar.

Looking at the future Nordic God King in front of him, Loen was not surprised at all for losing his composure over the wine.

If you want to ask which mythological system has the best wine in the world? The Nordic God Age definitely has a place. Above the wine gods of other pantheons, there are often god kings to restrain the frenzy and intoxication brought by the wine. And the Nordic wine god, in a sense, is the god king Odin himself.

Because the name "Odin" means "drunk god". And among the Nordic gods other than him, there is no content related to the god of wine.

In addition, the initial production and sacrifice of mead are also related to Odin. Almost all heroes in the Norse epics love to drink mead. If you want to become a famous king in the world, you need to build a hall for drinking mead. If a hero goes to your mead hall and drinks your mead, then he has a moral obligation to protect you with force.

So it is no exaggeration to say that in the culture conveyed by Norse mythology, wine is kingship, family, wisdom, poetry, military service, and destiny.

Considering the above reasons, Lorne naturally had to take action in advance and get the power of the Norse god of wine into his own hands to facilitate his future planning.

Seeing Odin, who was completely unaware that he was being bullied by a minotaur, Lorne felt a little guilty in his heart, so he generously moved out a few more jars of mead for Odin to enjoy.

Having just been saved and being treated so warmly, Odin's affection for Lorne exploded, and he said with emotion:

"Loki, you are closer to me than my brothers in the tribe, I really don't know how to repay your kindness."

Lorne was ashamed when he heard this.

As a person who planned to destroy the Norse God Age and seize the Fruit of Destiny, he had no good intentions whether he rescued Odin or invited the future God King to drink.

Out of the few moral bottom lines in his heart, Lorne coughed and perfunctorily said:

"Repaying a favor is too awkward, I just think I am very compatible with you. With a reasonable god like you, maybe the world will become better."

Odin, who was obviously drunk, trembled in excitement when he heard this, and he even had an impulse to meet him too late.

A bosom friend!

What do those giants and gods who only know how to fight and kill know? How can we build a good world with those reckless people?

The world can be conquered by force, but it cannot be governed by force!

Why did the Nordic world not only not get better, but was in a state of chaos after the ancestor giant Ymir and the giant clan took control of the ruling power? It was because of this reason!

The more Odin thought about it, the more excited he became, and the more eager he looked at Lorne, so he impulsively pulled Lorne's arm and announced loudly:

"Loki, I have decided to conclude a blood alliance with you and become a real brother!"

"This is not quite..."

"In the future, no matter what it is, as long as I have a share, you will definitely have a share!"

"Brother! Don't say anything, we will be half-brothers from now on!"

Lorne clenched Odin's arm, looking sincere.

If you recognize a big brother, you can share half of the benefits in the future when you meet? This is a sure-win deal. After all, Odin only said that he would share his share, but Lorne did not promise to do so.

What's yours is mine, and what's mine is still mine? How can you not agree to such generous conditions?

When Odin accepted the destiny and became the God King of the Nordic world, he had this identity protection, and it was much easier for him to dig into the corners of the Nordic world.

At this moment, hearing that his good brother had agreed to become his sworn brother, Odin, who was in high spirits, immediately held a blood covenant ceremony with Lorn.

The so-called [blood covenant] is a tradition of the gods. The specific process is to use two semicircular pieces of grass to build a large arch, place a spear in the center of the interior, and then the unrelated sworn brothers enter the arch and stab their bodies together, let the blood mix on the ground, declare an oath to the god Zubuli, and finally shake hands with each other to end, and become brothers from then on.

From then on, they will help each other like family and never hurt each other. If one of them is harmed, the other will avenge it.

This is a very solemn and sacred ceremony, and anyone who breaks the oath will be cursed by fate.

After completing the process according to the tradition of the Nordic protoss, Lorne thought, took out the golden Holy Grail from the magic array, took a full glass of mead, and dripped his and Odin's divine blood into the wine:

"From now on, our blood is thicker than water, and we are connected by blood!"

With the solemn announcement, Lorne raised his glass and drank half of the mead.

Odin immediately understood, took the golden cup, and drank the other half of the mead mixed with each other's divine blood:

"Our blood is thicker than water, we are connected by blood!"

Hearing the same oath, Lorne was completely relieved.

With the double insurance of the Nordic [Blood Alliance] and the Greek [Holy Words], it may not be so easy for Odin to default on his debts in the future.

Looking at the future God-King of Northern Europe who was unknowingly being tricked by him again, Lorne suddenly felt a little regretful, so he fetched several jars of mead to entertain this newly minted sworn brother:

"Come on, keep drinking, I still have a lot of stock here."

Odin readily agreed, pouring jar after jar of mead down his throat.

Of course, after drinking so violently, Odin soon became so drunk that he fell on the table and fell asleep.

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The next day, early morning.

A chill ran down his neck, and Odin, sensing the danger, sat up suddenly from the bed.

Looking at the curved purple short blade on his neck, Odin's face couldn't help but change, and he looked at Lorne in front of the bed with flickering eyes:

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"Just a reminder..."

Lorne smiled, casually retracted the purple short blade placed on Odin's neck, turned around and pointed at a pile of empty wine jar fragments on the ground, and gave serious advice.

"Although alcohol is a good thing, being too drunk can easily lead to problems. If I really had evil intentions against you, you might have died last night."

Hearing this, Odin shook his somewhat groggy head, feeling the intermittent memory and the strange state of being uncontrollable after being drunk, and suddenly nodded with fear.

Indeed, when he was drunk, he became an undefended target.

In this case, even a toddler could pick up a stone and kill him.

"I didn't expect that something so delicious and gentle could have such a sinister side." Odin murmured with emotion, feeling a little complicated in his heart.

Lorne shook his head and retorted with a smile: "Everything has two sides. If this [danger] is used properly, it can also become a [sharp weapon]."

When Odin heard this, his heart moved:

"Does wine also work on giants?"

"I am a giant, and you are half giant."

Lorne nodded and smiled in affirmation.

Odin's breathing was a little rapid and he continued to ask:

"What if it's the ancestral giant? Can this mead make me drunk?"

"Theoretically it's possible, as long as you drink enough wine."

"And how much mead do you have left?"

At this time, Odin's voice was trembling.

"There are still more than a dozen jars left in the warehouse." Lorne glanced at Odin, who was a little disappointed, and added meaningfully, "However, if there are raw materials, I can make as many as you want."

Hearing this, Odin jumped out of bed in excitement:

"Where are those frost giants outside?"

"We have gone far away, and the wind and snow have also weakened a lot."

"Okay! I will take a few jars of the wine you brewed back to the clan now. They will definitely like it!"

Odin tried his best to stay calm, raised his hand and patted this good brother's shoulder heavily, looking at Lorne, his sworn brother, with an indescribable warmth and kindness in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I won't treat you badly. Tell me what you like and what materials you need in the future. I will bring them all when we meet next time. All you have to do is exchange for this honey wine. I will take as much as you want! The more you have, the more you need." The more the merrier!”

"Okay, if you like it, I'll brew more."

Lorne smiled and nodded, watching Odin rush out of the cave and his figure gradually disappeared into the wind and snow.

It’s not bad, I get enlightened very quickly.

While murmuring playfully, Lorne picked up the wine glass, took a sip of the warm mead, and looked meaningfully outside the cave at the world of the Age of Gods shrouded in ice and fire.

The curtain has been drawn and the show is about to begin...