Greece brings evildoers

Asgard, the Fairy Palace.

With the colorful light of the Rainbow Bridge, Lorne stepped out from the Atrium World.

"Lord Loki, you are back!"

The two guards of the Fairy Palace saluted respectfully, their tense bodies relaxed slightly, and a touch of joy from the bottom of their hearts surged to their eyebrows.

Lorne nodded and asked in a deep voice:

"Where is your majesty?"

"Still in the Golden Palace..."

"How long has it been?"

"Half a year..."

The two guards answered with a wry smile, and their faces were shrouded in gloom.

Ever since the God King went to pay homage to the three goddesses of Norn, he came back and went into the Golden Palace without saying a word, staying alone in the hall drinking day and night, drunk all day long, neither accepting anyone's request to see him nor paying attention to the affairs of the Fairy Palace.

During this period, even if there were several giants trying to pass through the Iron Forest in the atrium and invade Asgard, the Majesty did not care, as if nothing in the outside world could interest him.

If it weren't for Lord Loki who had been guarding the Midgard world and repeatedly drove the giants who had sneaked into the Iron Forest back to Jotunheim, the consequences would be disastrous.

But even so, without Odin, the god king in charge, the Asgard, which had lost order, gradually became a mess, and the Aesir gods were also panicked.

"Lord Loki, it's good that you are back. Please persuade His Majesty."

"Yes, you are his blood brother. I'm afraid that only your words will be listened to by His Majesty."

The two Asgard guards cast their hopeful eyes on Lorne and made a sincere request.

Lorne nodded slightly, without saying much, got up and left the Rainbow Bridge and came to the door of the Golden Palace.

As if to seek peace and quiet, the gate was blocked from the inside by several runes, and ordinary Aesir gods had no ability to enter it.

However, this certainly did not bother Lorne, who also mastered the runes.

He curved his fingers in front of the door, untied the rune restriction on the door, and stepped into it.

As soon as I entered the door, the strong and nauseating smell of alcohol hit my nose. The huge palace was almost covered with broken wine vessels, making it impossible to step. On the cold and hard throne, a figure with messy hair and beard and wine stains on his loose robe was sleeping soundly against the back of the chair.

Half a year later, the figure who was once full of fighting spirit became hunched, with gray hair and a heavy atmosphere around him. From a distance, he looked like an old man who was about to die.

As if sensing the arrival of outsiders, Odin on the throne opened his sleepy eyes and looked at the people in the hall. He turned over lazily and muttered vaguely:

"Loki? You came at the right time. Do you have any newly brewed mead? Bring me another 100 jars!"

"A few waves of giant spies almost broke into the Asgard. Do you know?"

Lorne asked in a low voice.

Odin yawned and said nonchalantly:

"It doesn't matter, come if you want, just don't disturb me drinking."

Then he stood up from the throne, staggered down the steps, leaned over to pick up a broken pottery shard with some residual wine on it, and wanted to drink a few more sips to satisfy his craving.

However, a divine power came and knocked the pottery shard in his hand away, and a faint cold snort sounded in the hall:

"Is this how you act as a god king?"

"A king whose career is destined to be destroyed?"

Odin sneered and shook his head, with a mocking look in his one eye.

"The Asgard will prosper in my hands, but it will also perish in my hands. This is the fate I got from the three goddesses of Norn. Anyway, the ending has been determined, why should I work hard for a world that is bound to be destroyed."

Lorne stared at the decadent Odin in front of him and asked faintly:

"So you created Asgard just to witness its destruction? Is this the answer you got from fate?"

"What else? Continue to struggle for this doomed divine cause? Everything is meaningless..."

"There has never been any real immortality in this world! So is life! So is the kingdom! So is the divine cause!"

Lorne couldn't help but raise his hand to interrupt Odin's self-pity and snorted coldly.

"If everything is meaningless, then you shouldn't have rebelled against Ymir!"

"If everything is meaningless, then you shouldn't be sitting here now!"

"Open the gate of Asgard, kneel down at the feet of the giants, and let them rule the nine kingdoms. Wouldn't it be better?"

Odin was provoked by this, his face flushed, and he was a little angry:

"Then what can I do? What should I do? I asked the three goddesses of Norn, and the fate of [Ragnarok] cannot be defied!"

"Fate cannot be defied? Bullshit!"

Lorn once again rudely interrupted Odin's self-pity and asked back in an unbearable way.

"What is the ending that has not yet happened?"

Odin's body shook when he heard this, and an exciting light burst out in his gray eyes.

That's right! How can an ending that has not yet happened be a destined thing!

"Can fate really be changed?" Odin's voice trembled a little.

"Before reaching the end, everything is just a possibility. When the process you write deviates too far from the answer, the ending may not be interpreted in a different way!"

Lorn paused and continued to ponder meaningfully.

"As I said, there is nothing truly immortal in this world. This is true for divine deeds and destiny! If you don't give it a try, how would you know that the divine deeds you have worked so hard to build will be defeated by a few lines of destiny?"

At this moment, after listening to Lorne's words, Odin's rickety back instantly straightened up and he laughed loudly:

"Loki, you are right. How can the divine fortune I have created be lost to a few words of destiny! If they want it, then they can get it based on their ability!"

Looking at Odin who had regained his fighting spirit, Lorne maintained a smile on the surface, but felt a little complicated in his heart.

As someone who has personally overturned destiny, he undoubtedly has the most say on these issues.

But at the same time, these were the last words he should say.

But many times, emotion often breaks through the limitations of reason.

Just as Lorne was secretly feeling annoyed, Odin, who had lost his sense of decadence, stepped forward and asked:

"Speaking of which, how are the humans in the atrium doing?"

"They have learned how to hunt in groups and use flames to cook food, as well as build houses on the land and open up wasteland to grow food. They are now basically self-sufficient. After a few more generations, they should be able to form a certain combat effectiveness."

Lorne, who came back to his senses, answered truthfully, and couldn't help but feel a little complacent in his tone.

Because of his experience in managing human groups, he was naturally comfortable taking up the post in Northern Europe this time.

Hearing this good news, Odin couldn't help but feel happy:

"Really? Then I have to go and see these little guys on the ground. As long as they can grow stronger and protect the atrium world, our plan to unify the nine kingdoms can be advanced step by step."

"It just so happened that the wheat in the field was ripe when I came, and they were preparing to use this harvest to offer sacrifices to the gods."

Lorne glanced at the fragments of wine jars scattered on the floor of the hall, and a hint of teasing appeared on his face.

"New wine brewed from grain has a unique flavor."

When Odin, who was addicted to alcohol, heard this, his mouth was filled with excitement, and his face was filled with eagerness to try:

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go!"

Immediately, the Asa God King couldn't wait to grab Lorne's arm, walked out of the Golden Palace, and headed straight for the Rainbow Bridge.

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Atrium World, Heather Island.

Two figures, an old man and a young man, walked out of the colorful light belt and looked around.

Nearby is a vibrant wilderness, with lush flowers and grass growing on both sides of the road.

In the cultivated fields, the mature wheat ears have become plump and golden. The breeze blows by, setting off a wave of golden wheat waves, and carries the fragrance of wheat grains and earth.

Odin couldn't help but look fascinated. He subconsciously went to the edge of the wheat field, grabbed a few plump ears of wheat, twisted them in his hands, and then stuffed a handful of shelled orange wheat kernels into his mouth and chewed them.

Although the taste was not sweet, the ether factor contained in it and the feeling of fullness it brought made Odin's eyes brighten.

As a god-king who drank from the fountain of wisdom, he naturally understood how important this crop would be to the development of human groups after it was widely planted.

Due to innate physical deficiencies, humans do not have the same physique and magic power as the Asa, Giants, and Elves, so it is difficult for them to obtain enough food through hunting.

Wheat, on the other hand, can be grown in batches to meet the nutrients needed for the early growth of the human population.

With these things in place, coupled with good reproductive capabilities, humans will surely be able to quickly establish a foothold in the atrium world.

"Foreigners, isn't it a waste to eat wheat like this? You need to cook and make wine."

At this time, an old man wearing coarse linen clothes and a clumsy face beside the road tapped his cane and scolded him angrily.

Odin smiled casually, not at all annoyed.

The flow of time in the Immortal Palace and the Atrium is not the same. During the days when he was in self-isolation, the humans on the earth had already passed through several generations of reproduction, and naturally they would not recognize his former creator.

What's more, he and Lorne deliberately used rune spells to hide their identities and divinity in the lower world this time.

Looking at a village in the distance surrounded by wooden fences standing in the sunset, residents carrying bundles of wheat coming in and out, with excited and satisfied smiles on their faces, Odin clapped his hands and said with a smile:

"Old man, it's because we have no experience. How about you give us a try? Don't worry, we will pay you."

"Then you are here just in time. Today is the Harvest Festival. We have enough wine and wheat tubes for the evening! To tell you the truth, our Heather Island was the first place to grow wheat. It was Lord Loki who taught our ancestors to cultivate with fire. The land here and the tradition of harvest festivals are also passed down from us.”

The old man took the small piece of gold thrown from Odin's hand and immediately smiled and became much more enthusiastic.

"Come with me. I have a spare room at my house. If you don't mind, can you and your son spend the night together?"

"..."

The smile on Odin's face froze, and he looked at his "son" beside him in a depressed manner.

In order to drink the Fountain of Wisdom and sacrifice the World Tree, he paid a heavy price. Not only did he lose an eye, but his face also became much older. Standing with Lorne next to him, he looked like a father and son, not a father and son. brother.

In this case, then...

"Don't try to take advantage of me!"

Lorne smiled and cursed and glared at Odin who was about to speak, killing the blood brother's bad intentions in advance.

Having seen through his thoughts, Odin had no choice but to shut up angrily and honestly explained the relationship between the two.

brother?

The old man looked at the two people who were quite different in age strangely, and without asking any questions, he enthusiastically led the two people into the village.

At night, a bright bonfire is lit in the village square.

The elders who presided over the sacrifice were dressed in their best clothes, and presented the heads of the prey, plump ears of wheat and freshly brewed beer to the altar to offer sacrifices to the two gods who created and protected them, and sang the ancient and sacred blessing:

"The world was born in the fire,

The blood of the gods flows in our bodies.

I remember there were nine worlds at that time,

Nine female giants each occupied one side.

There was also an ancient ash bark tree,

Named Yggdrasil.

It was huge, supporting the sky and the earth,

Dividing the heaven, the earth and the underworld,

The roots penetrated deep into the ground.

When our god Zubli was alive,

The heaven and the earth had not yet begun,

There was no sand or sea,

And there were no cool waves..."

The villagers, with excited expressions, gathered around the blazing bonfire, drinking and enjoying food, and singing in a rough and desolate tone, narrating the history of this land being sacrificed with blood and born with fire.

Buzz...

Under the invisible vibration, tiny golden lights emerged from trees, humans, flames, and fields, quietly gathering into the bodies of Lorn and Odin.

As the divinity and power in his body suddenly increased, a gleam of light instantly burst out from Odin's one eye.

The faith and sacrifice of humans can actually bring substantial improvement to the divinity and power of the gods!

And this is just a small sacrifice, a village of less than a thousand people.

If the human race fills the Midgard world, then the improvement they bring to the Aesir gods will be immeasurable.

At this time, Odin, who had insight into this, was extremely excited, and looked at the faces under the fire eagerly and greedily.

This is not a human, it is clearly the food planted by the Aesir in the Midgard world!

Just as Odin put down the wine glass and prepared to enjoy the offerings provided by mortals, he found that only a small part of the power of faith flowed to him and Lorn, and more flowed into the fields outside the village.

"This is a harvest festival. We don't have the power related to harvest and plants, so we can't fully absorb it."

Lorne, who was standing by, told Odin some experiences about the power of faith in a secret voice transmission.

Odin heard this and looked at the waves of faith power that were dissipating into the fields outside the village, feeling quite painful:

"Isn't that a waste?"

"Not necessarily, maybe there will be other gains."

Lorne blinked and pointed to the fields where the streams of light were gathering in the distance.

A subtle divine fluctuation was brewing and condensing on that piece of land.

What is it?

Go and see!

Odin's heart moved, and he winked at Lorne. He immediately left the table and ran to the fields outside the village on the grounds that he was not drunk.

At this time, with the holding of the harvest festival, waves of faith power rose from different human villages and finally converged on the fields outside the village.

Because it was the first place to grow wheat, the land here has undergone a long period of sanctification.

Stars of light dust overflowed from the soil, grass, and straw in the field, blending with the falling power of faith, and gradually gathered the outline of a canine creature quietly between the ridges.

The small figure seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and its amber eyes looked at the world around it curiously.

Hmm, it smells so good...

Then, the brown head emerged from the straw, opened its mouth and took a wheat ear with a wheat aroma into its mouth.

However, before it could taste the taste, a hand unexpectedly grabbed the back of its neck and lifted it from the straw pile in the air.

"It's really easy for me to find it, little guy."

Lorne smiled and looked at the divine life born by the power of faith in front of him curiously.

This is a small brown thing, exuding a strange smell that only animals have; there are two sharp milk teeth in her mouth; bright eyes are like pure amber, full of curiosity and ignorance about the world, a pair of pointed ears, and white hair at the front of the tail.

Wolf?

Lorne scratched the little guy's chin, his eyes thoughtful.

In some natural myths and sects, people generally imagine that grain spirits change into wolves or dogs. Dogs and wolves are the incarnation of grain spirits in customs related to harvest; and in many places in Mecklenburg, Germany, the saying of "grain wolf" is particularly popular. They say that the wolf is sitting in the last handful of grain, and those who cut or bundle this handful of grain "get the wolf", that is, they touch the god of harvest and get his blessing.

In this way, people expect a good harvest and a rich life in the coming year.

Obviously, the long-term sanctification of the harvest festival allowed such a little guy to be born from the land of Heath Island.

So, male or female?

Out of curiosity, Loen could not help but lift up the little wolf cub in his hand, ready to take a peek.

"Disrespectful person, let her go!"

At this moment, a low rebuke came from the distant fields. Under the moonlight, a graceful figure holding a rattan stick and wearing plain clothes appeared, with a face as cold as frost.

Sensing the vigorous life divinity in the other party and the dress style that was different from that of the Aesir, Loen's eyes narrowed slightly.

Outsider?