Greece brings evildoers

Tens of days later, Odin came to visit again.

As soon as he entered the cave, he gave his newly acquainted blood brother a big hug, and the excitement on his face was beyond words:

"Loki, what you brewed is great! The jars of mead I brought back to the clan were all taken away by the clan members who had tasted the sweetness. As soon as the snowstorm stopped, they I collected what you wanted and begged me to come over and exchange it with you!”

As Odin spoke, the spear in his hand drew several rough lines on the ground and struck lightly.

Salt and frost from the Kingdom of Mist, ores from the Kingdom of Fire, skins and flesh of Warcraft, bones of giants, etc. A large number of unique products from the Nordic Gods and some materials needed for brewing poured out from the illuminated magic array, almost piled up. It filled the small half storage room in the cave.

There is even a small bottle of milk from the original cow Odembra.

The exchange of such precious things is enough to prove the popularity of mead among the gods.

Lorne's eyes flashed and he looked troubled:

"You gave me too much, and I'm afraid there isn't enough mead in my storeroom."

Odin heard this and laughed heartily:

"It doesn't matter, just use these ingredients to brew it. When the mead is ready, I will bring someone to pick it up!"

As he spoke, he became more and more satisfied with his blood alliance brother.

Not to mention saving his life, he was not greedy when it came to the property all over the floor. Instead, he was afraid that he would suffer a loss and directly handed over the money. He was indeed a person worthy of deep friendship.

Thinking of this, Odin took off a silver pendant from his chest and put it into Lorne's hand:

"This is my share. You saved me last time and treated me to drink so much mead. I haven't formally thanked you yet, so I'll just treat this as a thank you gift."

Seeing that he couldn't refuse, Lorne had no choice but to accept and looked down at the gift.

The main material is mithril, and the shape is also very unique. Three intersecting arcs form three overlapping and linked shapes like blades of grass (similar to the sacred symbol on Mjolnir).

Three-curved branch rune?

Recalling the occult memories accumulated in his mind, Lorne looked at the nameplate in his hand with a hint of surprise.

This is a sacred symbol used widely in Nordic culture, often for protection and blessing.

In addition, the three-branched rune has also been interpreted as a symbol of the Trinity. Especially after the revival of Celtic culture in the 19th century, it became a symbol of Christians. To Christians, the three-curved branch represents the Trinity: one God and three persons.

This highly symbolic thing was given to him by Odin, and Lorne's feeling was a little unspeakably subtle for a moment.

And as he continued to look down, he made new discoveries.

"What's this?"

Lorne pointed to the three runes engraved on the three-petal grass blade and couldn't help but curiously asked.

Said to be runes, they are actually rough and primitive divine lines.

After all, the current Nordic Gods are still very old. Odin has not yet understood the complete runes from the World Tree, and the Nordic rune system is naturally incomplete.

In response to his good brother's inquiry, Odin also answered calmly:

"Speaking of which, this is all due to you. My grandfather and father were very satisfied with the mead I brought back. Not only did they not blame me, they also gave me a new god's name and protection."

"Can I give you this thing again?" Lorne was a little surprised.

Odin nodded and replied in a deep voice:

"For gods, names are not only identities, but also a manifestation of power. They represent different essences."

Lorne listened and nodded thoughtfully.

In ancient times, names were often related to a person's profession, identity, and ability. For example, among the giant parents living in Lorne's mouth, one symbolized thunder and the other symbolized the giant tree.

Through continued questioning, Lorne also learned the pronunciation and meaning of the three gods' names from Odin.

They are Odin, Willy, and Wei. The three are integrated into each other and together constitute the complete identity of the future Nordic God-King.

Among them, Odin means sacred; Willy means spirit; and Wei means will. This obviously means that God Zubli and God King Baur hope that the family of gods will move towards a sacred and glorious future under the leadership of Odin.

It seems that the two leaders of the gods have recognized Odin's status as the successor in a sense because of the mead he brought back, and each has given him strong authority and expectations.

However, this inexplicable sense of déjà vu reminded Lorne of the future famous Trinity theory.

Coupled with the three-curved branch rune in his hand that was inextricably related to him, his mood became more complicated.

Originally, the plan was just to set a trap for the Nordic Gods, so that the Nordic Gods and the Giants would merge.

Fortunately, this time, the fire has not yet shown signs of growth. Instead, the future Nordic God King Odin received a big boost and was directly integrated into a trinity of concept gods.

Moreover, this change seems to be an inevitable necessity consistent with historical facts.

I am afraid that behind this is mostly the fate of the Nordic world at work.

Gee, why is it so hard to think of something bad?

While Lorne was muttering to himself, Odin mistakenly thought that his good brother thought the gift was too expensive to accept, so he patted Lorne generously on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"Take it, if it weren't for your help, I might not even be able to go back alive, let alone get the approval of my grandfather and father. I hope this amulet containing divine power can protect you from any evil!"

Hearing Odin's sincere words, Loen nodded with a dry smile and had to change the subject:

"I will make the mead you want as soon as possible, and I will notify you when it is completed."

"How about 30 days? I will bring people to pick it up then?"

"Are you in such a hurry to start?"

"Yeah..."

As soon as Odin opened his mouth, he suddenly realized that something was wrong and laughed dryly with a stiff face.

"What are you talking about?"

"Hehe, I made the mead. When you asked me if this wine could make Ymir drunk, I vaguely guessed what you wanted to do with it. Do you really think you can hide it from me?"

Lorne shook his head and sneered, while looking at the silver amulet in his hand, he smiled slightly,

"Besides, a few jars of mead will not make God Zubli and God King Baoer suddenly have high hopes for you and give you great rewards. It must be that some of your decisions are related to the rise and fall of the entire clan of gods, and they will completely change their attitude towards you."

Odin heard this, his face was a little uncertain, he looked at his blood brother vigilantly, and his right hand unconsciously clenched the spear.

Lorne rolled his eyes at this "good brother" and snorted unhappily: "Why are you so nervous? If I wanted to tell on you, I wouldn't have agreed to brew wine for you."

Odin's tense body relaxed in an instant after these words came out. He looked at his good brother with half relief and half fear:

"You almost scared me to death! If you really planned to tell on me, I'm afraid only one of us would survive today."

Lorne smiled and didn't comment.

Then, Odin, who gradually calmed down, looked at his blood brother, frowned and asked the puzzled question in his heart:

"Why do you want to help me?"

"Who made us drink blood wine and swear not to hurt each other or betray each other?"

Lorne answered unhappily, seeming to regret it.

"I can't just watch you die, can I?"

Odin was embarrassed when he heard this, and a strong sense of guilt surged in his heart.

Originally, he and the other party signed a blood alliance and became brothers, but it was just a momentary impulse after being drunk, and there was really no real friendship in it.

However, he did not expect that the son of the giant in front of him really treated him as a brother, and even though he knew that he was going to attack the original giant Ymir, he did not tell him.

Impulsively, Odin slapped his thigh, turned around and walked out of the cave:

"Brother, stop talking! I'll go back to my grandfather and father and tell them that you're not here and that mead can't be made. We'll talk about how to deal with Ymir and those giants later."

Lorn grabbed Odin's arm and asked coldly:

"Then can you withstand the wrath of God Zubli and God King Bauer?"

"..."

Odin's steps froze, a trace of fear appeared in his eyes, and he smiled bitterly with regret,

"If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have been so smart and told my grandfather and father about the idea of ​​using mead to deal with Ymir and the giants. Now it's good, it makes it difficult for both of us."

"You won't do it if it's difficult? If you delay it any further, your clan of gods will be exterminated. Okay, don't say anything, I will make the mead as soon as possible, but how effective it is on the ancestor giant Ymir, you just have to try it yourself."

Lorn patted Odin's shoulder, looking like he was willing to stick his neck out for his brother.

Odin felt even more guilty when he heard this:

"What will you do if we attack Ymir?"

"I am your blood brother. Will you treat me badly if the gods take over?"

"Absolutely not!"

Odin was inspired by this and immediately patted his chest and promised,

"As long as I am here, there will be a place for you in the gods!"

As an honest Norse god, he had never seen such a high-level green tea from Greece, and he was completely defeated at this moment.