Greece brings evildoers

At this time, after continuous fierce fighting, Odin has successfully penetrated the body of the Vanir magic goddess three times with the "must hit" feature of the eternal spear Gungnir.

But as long as Gungnir is drawn out, the damage suffered by Gullveig can be quickly healed, and she is still alive and kicking and throwing witchcraft, as if she is an immortal existence.

Gradually, Odin can't resist it, and wounds appear on his body one after another.

Damn, what kind of monsters are the Vanir gods!

Odin cursed inwardly, and became more afraid of these outsiders who infiltrated Vanaheim.

"Their Said witchcraft seems to have integrated some kind of life power, and then shaped the characteristics of immortality. Cutting off their source of divinity may break it!"

Hearing the reminder from behind, Odin's expression moved, and the divine light in his one eye gathered, and the world in front of him suddenly changed:

Gullveig standing on the ridge of the field was like a torch burning in the dark night, emitting strong light and heat. Countless golden green light dust is overflowing from the wheat fields, woods, rivers, and mountains, constantly gathering into its body, so that the light will never go out.

So that's it!

Odin was delighted, and the Eternal Spear immediately drew traces of several runes such as,, and [] in the air.

They represent sacred meanings such as [divinity], [flame], and [grave], and can effectively destroy the life force field formed by Guerveig's Said witchcraft.

"Boom boom boom!"

As bursts of explosions sounded around, the magic goddess of Warner immediately sensed that the vitality flowing to her from all around was seriously blocked. Her face changed slightly, and she looked at Lorne, who was supporting Odin behind her, with great fear.

I didn't expect that among the barbarians in Asgard who only knew how to pick up weapons to fight, there were actually guys who were truly proficient in magic!

At this moment, the Valkyrie Freya, who had just been repelled, had no smile on her face. She could not help but hold the Victory Sword tightly in her hand, flapped her wings and flew over, and golden light shot towards Lorne, interrupting this unethical off-field assistance.

They were anxious.

Lorne smiled playfully, and swung the flaming magic sword in his hand like flowing clouds and water. Every blow seemed to be understated, but he could always cleverly cut off the power of the Victory Sword.

Freya's momentum was exhausted again and again, and she was so depressed that she wanted to vomit blood.

As we all know, even gods have limited energy.

As the two most powerful goddesses in the Vanir, she and Frigga are proficient in battlefield fighting and the other is proficient in Said witchcraft. They believe that they have few opponents in the nine kingdoms.

However, tonight, they met a freak who not only has good magic attainments, but can also suppress her in swordsmanship.

I really don't know where the newly started Aesir Protoss can recruit such a level of helpers to help!

After several attempts, Lorne became a little wary of Freya and the Vanir to whom she belonged.

Excellent combat qualities will not appear out of thin air, and must be tempered by blood and fire.

Judging from Freya's performance, she is obviously not a vase with an empty shelf.

In other words, the Vanir may have experienced a large-scale war of gods before entering the Nordic God Age.

And judging from their ancient concept of nature worship, their origin may be older than that of the Aesir who worship humanity.

It is very likely that they have tasted the sweetness of the power of faith.

That is why their attitude is so arrogant and they are full of interest in the human group in the atrium.

In this way, everything makes sense.

Lorne swept the sword and repelled Freya again, while taking the time to look at the battlefield on the other side.

At this moment, Odin was relying on the advantage of the God of Destiny to mobilize the authority of the World Tree to prevent Gulveig from using the Sed witchcraft to absorb vitality from all around for self-repair.

As an outsider, Gullveig was suppressed. The wounds on her body gradually increased, and the healing speed slowed down noticeably. Her face gradually turned pale.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Several red and black curse bullets wrapped in curses shot out from Gullveig's fingertips, successfully forcing Odin to retreat several steps.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Gullveig extended a pair of white light wings like a swan behind her, and decisively flapped her wings and jumped back.

Similarly, Freya no longer lingered in the battle, waving her wings to distance herself from her opponent.

Swan feathers?

Lorne looked at the silver armor with wings on the two people, his eyes flickering.

In Norse mythology, pure Valkyries are often regarded as the incarnation of "clouds", and are also related to the belief and worship of birds: Legend has it that Valkyries often turn into swans and come to the world to bathe. At this time, take away their swan feathers and hide them, and they will marry each other.

What would happen if they were stripped naked in the battle just now?

Looking at the two figures that had turned into black spots in the sky, Loen shook his head regretfully.

At this moment, Odin, who was determined to turn the tables, shouted with a gloomy face and threw Gungnir in his hand again:

"Want to run? Not so easy!"

Under the characteristic of a sure hit, the Spear of Eternity passed through the sky like a golden meteor, and once again penetrated Gullveig's chest, causing the powerful magic goddess to stagger and almost fall from mid-air.

"Aesir, I will remember you!"

Gulveig turned back and glared at the two people in the field, gritted her teeth and threw a harsh word, then vibrated her swan wings and quickly fled the scene.

Odin reached out to catch the Gungnir that flew back automatically, looked at the golden red blood on the tip of the spear, and said disdainfully:

"Humph, they ran fast!"

"Okay, okay, everyone has left. If you want to find a place to fight, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Lorne patted Odin's shoulder and scolded this blood brother with a strong sense of revenge.

Later?

Odin's eyes moved slightly, and he immediately heard the hidden meaning:

"The Vanir Protoss wants to attack us?"

"The other side has wandered to the courtyard, and they still want to manage humans for us. Do you think they will stay in Vanaheim with peace of mind?"

Lorne yawned, looked at the human village bathed in the morning sun, and shook his head helplessly.

It's only been a few days since the peaceful days, and it seems that we will be forced to experience the copy of the War of the Gods again. The human species is really full of disasters.

At this moment, hearing Lorne's reminder, Odin couldn't help but have a headache.

The rebels in the nine kingdoms, such as the Frost Giants, Mountain Giants, Fire Giants, and Dark Elves, have not yet calmed down, and the Vanir Protoss has come again. How can the Aesir Protoss, whose military strength is already stretched to the limit, deal with it?

After hesitating for a moment, Odin looked at his blood brother beside him:

"Then, can we reconcile first?"

"..."

Lorne looked at Odin, speechless.

Just now, you started fighting when you disagreed with him, just like shooting at the other party as a rabbit. If the other party was not strong, he would have been killed three times by you!

You want to reconcile at this moment, are you kidding?

Besides, the two Vanir Protoss came here specifically to find trouble. Even if you find a way out, the other party must be willing to give it.

Of course, you can't say that.

Lorne pondered for a moment and said in a deep voice:

"Do you think that the respect you didn't get on the battlefield will be obtained at the negotiation table?"

Odin was silent when he heard this.

Indeed, this world still speaks by strength. If you want the Vanir Protoss to lower their profile, negotiate honestly, and submit to the order of Asgard, you can only hurt them first and let them know that Asgard is not easy to mess with.

Realizing this, Odin had to give up the idea and turned to look at the little wolf cub still sleeping in Lorne's arms.

This was the harvest they had been looking for all night and had fought a battle with the two goddesses of the Vanir.

Is it the spirit of abundance transformed by faith?

Since even the high-minded magic goddess of the Vanir is interested in it, it proves that it should be a good thing.

Odin thought for a moment and said in a deep voice:

"Asgard is short of manpower. This little guy seems to have good qualifications. I plan to include it in the genealogy of the gods of the Asgard. What do you think?"

"Good idea!"

Lorne nodded, then held up the little wolf cub in his arms and suggested with a smile,

"But should we give it a name first?"

"Fenrir! Let's call it Fenrir!"

Odin blurted out, as if he had been prepared.

Lorne was stunned when he heard this, and looked at the little wolf cub in his palm with his eyes not open and looking very milky in disbelief.

Fenrir the Wolf? The culprit who killed Odin, the king of the gods, in Ragnarok?

No way!

I haven't seen the giantess Angrboda, nor have I slept with her, how could Fenrir the Wolf be born?

Loen was puzzled and puzzled.

In traditional Norse mythology, Fenrir the Wolf was the first child of Loki, the god of trickery, and Angrboda, the giantess.

In other words, this little guy should be his blood.

But now, the legendary Fenrir the Wolf has become a divine life he picked up from the field.

Wait...

Soon, a flash of lightning flashed in Loen's mind, and he realized some information that he had overlooked.

First, the area where he and Odin went to the underworld was called Heath Island, which was the birthplace and punishment place of Fenrir the Wolf in Norse mythology;

Second, both humans and harvest festivals have a direct relationship with him, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they were created by him. And the little wolf cub born in the harvest festival, in a sense, is not his child?

Thinking of this, Lorne's face was a little uncertain.

Fate does not have only one fixed form of expression, it is changing all the time and trying to get everything back on track.

In other words, whether he met Angerboda or not, no matter what choice Odin and he made, the causes of the destruction of the world, such as the magic wolf Fenrir, the worldly python Jörmungandr, and the goddess of death Hela, will eventually be born in various forms, and the Ragnarok of the Nordic gods will eventually come!

Moreover, the time of the disaster cause seems to be advanced?

Invisibly, Lorne once again felt the power of the law of fate, and even had a little hesitation about whether he could survive the disaster in the future.

At this time, Odin stretched out his hands, wanting to get close to Fenrir, the giant wolf who had just been absorbed into the Aesir:

"Little guy, from now on you are a member of Asgard, come, let me hold you."

"Awoo!"

However, when the wolf cub, who was originally sleeping soundly, noticed the approach of outsiders, his fur suddenly exploded, and he slapped the back of Odin's hand with one claw.

Looking at the blood mark on the back of his hand, Odin's smile froze, and his expression was a little unnatural.

Lorne came back to his senses, held down the little guy who was humming in his arms, and laughed dryly to smooth things over:

"From her appearance, she doesn't seem to like this name?"

"Really? Then you come and give her one?"

Odin took over the conversation, his expression slightly eased.

Lorne thought for a while, looked at the golden wheat fields around him, and smiled at the wolf cub in his arms:

"How about calling you Holo?"

"Awoo!"

The little wolf cub shook his head excitedly, and seemed very satisfied. After making a fuss for a while, he continued to sleep in Lorne's arms.

Odin, who was standing by, touched the back of his hand that was scratched and bleeding, and felt helpless:

"It seems that she still likes you. In this case, you will raise her in the future."

Lorne nodded, looking at the future world-destroying demon wolf in his arms, his heart was inevitably a little complicated.

What was coming finally came.

After a few simple greetings, Odin patted the dirt on his body and took the initiative to say goodbye:

"Okay, I've drunk the wine and seen the people. I should go."

"So soon?"

"I have been closed for half a year, and there are still many things waiting for me to deal with in Asgard. And although the Vanir Protoss lost the battle tonight, they will definitely not give up, nor will they give us too much reaction time. They will probably take action soon. I need to return to Asgard as soon as possible to prepare for war!"

Odin answered in a deep voice, his one eye full of worry and urgency.

Loen nodded and murmured solemnly:

"Okay, I will guard the courtyard and try to buy you some time."

"I feel relieved when you said that!"

Odin felt relieved, and after bidding farewell to his blood brother, he turned and stepped into the beam of light descending from the Rainbow Bridge.

~~

A few months passed, on the Heath Island.

"Bang!"

A dull explosion sounded from a newly built temple, and several priests in long robes flew out of the house like cannonballs.

Seeing that they were about to hit the hard wall, the poor unlucky ones closed their eyes in fear.

However, the expected severe pain did not come, and a gentle force lifted them to the ground lightly.

"Lo, Lord Loki? You are finally back!"

The pale-faced chief priest stood up tremblingly, with a crying tone in his tone, and his excited expression seemed to have seen a savior.

"Boom!"

At the same time, a red-black magic beam gushed out from the temple, instantly tearing the newly installed door to pieces, and a strong smell of alcohol filled the air.

In the messy temple, a slender brown wolf-like creature was squatting in front of the altar, holding a broken pottery jar and drinking.

Around her were the same broken pottery shards, and the honey wine used for sacrifice was spilled all over the ground.

Seeing this, Luo En's blood pressure rose immediately, and his face was as black as the bottom of a pot:

"Holo, you are itching again, right?!"

As he said, he rushed into the temple aggressively, ready to teach a canine creature who dared to steal wine and destroy the house while he was away.

But as a powerful and unruly divine life, how could the magic wolf surrender?

"Ah!"

In a dull roar, the magic wolf gushed out a red-black magic stream, and rudely hit the guy who dared to disturb her drinking.

Luo En, who had just stepped into the door, narrowed his eyes, set up a magic barrier without hesitation, and drew out the flaming magic sword that had turned into a dead branch.

"Bang!"

"Woo~"

Under the loving education, the magic wolf that jumped into the air fell heavily to the ground, its limbs spread out weakly, a big bag of steam quickly swelled on its head, and it opened its mouth to make a sad low hum.

"I provide you with food and drink, and you still want to bite me? You are rebellious!"

Luo En knocked on the magic sword that had turned into a dead branch in his hand, and sneered at the unfilial daughter who had turned against Tian Gang in front of him.

However, the drunken magic wolf was obviously more durable than before. After resisting a family punishment, it pounced forward again.

Still coming?

Luo En was furious, and when he was about to loosen up the muscles of this unfilial daughter, a ball of red and black light flowed on the magic wolf's body, and the slender body quickly shrank to a petite figure of about 1.2 meters.

It was a little loli with canine characteristics.

Her long flaxen hair was scattered on her pink back, her blood-red pupils were filled with unruly animality, her pointed wolf ears stood on top of her head, and a brown tail growing from her coccyx was clamped vigilantly.

Most importantly, she was not wearing any clothes.

In a moment when Loen was absent-minded, the little girl took the opportunity to knock down her target, pressed down her opponent's limbs, and sat on the prey's belly as a winner.

Although she didn't know why, every time she turned into this appearance and played games with her father, she could always easily succeed.

This time was no exception!

The little girl's face, which was flushed due to drunkenness, showed a smug smile, and her blood-red eyes were full of the agility and cunning of canine creatures.

However, before she could be proud for too long, the temperature in the temple dropped suddenly, and a suppressed and gloomy voice came from below:

"Holo, remember what I said? If I see you running naked like this again, I will beat your ass into pieces."

The little girl trembled when she heard the words, and suddenly jumped off her old father and ran straight out the door.

But the next moment, a hand pinched her fateful neck and dragged her into the dark corner of the temple without mercy.

"Pah pah pah pah!"

Then, the trembling sound of branches hitting buttocks and the miserable howling of ghosts and wolves echoed in the temple.