Greece brings evildoers

Atrium, Heather Island.

A deep green pool ripples with the wind, and the bright sunshine shines on the isolated island like a grain of dust, bringing a lazy warmth.

Lorne sat on a flat stone under the shade of a tree, leisurely fishing with a pole.

"Wow!"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of water coming out, a fat river fish was thrown ashore and landed on a green grassland, flopping around.

"Why are you eating fish again? We feel like vomiting when we smell fishy smell recently."

Holo broke off a branch, squatted on the ground and stirred the tenacious fish. A pair of brown wolf ears lay down listlessly, holding the deformed cheeks with one hand, with a look of reluctance.

"Didn't you secretly drink my wine and break up the house, destroying all the food that was previously stored?" Lorne snorted coldly, and then squinted at the unfilial daughter behind him, "Didn't I ground you in the temple? Why? Ran out?"

Hearing the unkind tone, Holo felt that her butt seemed to be aching. She couldn't help shrinking her neck, and quickly rushed forward to hug the keeper's neck, and replied affectionately:

"Don't I miss you?"

Lorne expressionlessly pulled out the magic sword Levadin that turned into a dead branch from the magic circle, and looked at Holo behind him faintly:

"Give you a chance to reorganize your language."

Under the threat of family law, Holo's small body trembled, and she confessed with a helpless smile:

"Dad, confinement is too torture for a wolf. Staying in a small house like that is like going to jail! How about we change the punishment method?"

"What do you want?"

"Want me to go into the fields and help?"

Holo looked behind her and saw the breeze blowing through the wheat stubble on the field, rippling golden waves, which was so beautiful. The residual fragrance of wheat filled her nose, making her feel even more relaxed.

Compared to staying in a small dark room in the temple, she naturally preferred lying in the fields to bask in the afternoon sun and smell the fragrance of wheat grains and plants.

After all, with her noble status, how could those mortals really let her work in the fields.

If you get bored, you can suddenly jump out and scare the humans on the roadside and the rabbits in the wild. When you are tired, you can jump into the lake to take a bath. This kind of life is called life.

With the beautiful fantasies emerging in her mind, Holo's eyes were filled with wolfish cunning, and her tail behind her was wagging happily involuntarily.

However, a disdainful snort followed:

"What a beautiful thought! At this time, the work in the fields is almost finished, why are you letting you out? To enjoy yourself? Don't think that I don't know that you want to take the opportunity to go out and have fun!"

The beautiful fantasy was shattered by the cold reality. Holo suddenly lowered his head with a pitiful look on his face.

But Lorne has long known the character of this unfilial daughter and remains unmoved at all:

"Go back to the temple immediately and stay there. You are not allowed to come out for less than three months!"

Fenrir, the God-Eating Wolf, this girl is not a pure and innocent little white flower. She looks harmless and pure on the surface, but she has the unruly and cunning nature of a wolf in her heart. She belongs to the type who will stay without sex for three days. If she is not strict, If you put more control on it, there might be some trouble.

It is precisely because of this that Lorne, the old father and breeder, uses various methods to potentially domesticate Holo and temper her temperament.

In addition to being used for confinement, the temple is also the place where the power of faith is strongest.

The harvest festivals currently held by humans in various places often contain the vision of a better life. This power can not only speed up Holo's growth, but also allow her to gradually wash away the ferocity of the [Devil Wolf] and further embrace the divinity of the [Wise Wolf]. If everything goes well, Holo in the future may really be able to integrate folklore from Germany and other places and become another form of the god of fertility and life.

It can be said that for the sake of the unfilial daughter behind him, Lorne, an old father, spent a lot of time behind his back.

After hearing her old father's order, Holo just turned around and returned to the temple, even though she was reluctant.

Well, quite obedient.

Lorne nodded with satisfaction and looked at the buoy that was pulled down in the lake. He felt even happier and couldn't help but shake his wrist, preparing to catch a new hook.

"Bang!"

However, with a loud noise, high water columns splashed from the lake. A petite figure rushed into the lake and fished out a lively river fish from the water with both hands, and raised it proudly above his head.

"Dad, let me help you catch fish! I caught a lot!"

At this time, on the shore, Lorne, who was drenched by the lake water, raised his hand to pull down the water plants above his head, and then picked up the fishing rod that was broken into two pieces on the ground. The smile on his face gradually twisted:

"Okay, okay, you don't have to go anywhere today..."

Hearing that gentle tone, Holo in the lake pricked up her ears in response, hurriedly dropped the river fish in her hand, and rushed to the other side with her butt in her arms.

"Stop, let's see if I don't beat you to death today!"

Lorne on the shore sneered sinisterly, and was about to reward his unfilial daughter with another meal of bamboo shoots and fried meat. There was a thunderous storm in the sky, and a golden meteor passed through the rainbow light film on the edge of Asgard and shot into the cloud-shrouded Warner. Heim burst into violent roars and majestic roars:

"Outsiders, if you want to fight, then fight!"

As a divine weapon made of the World Tree, Gangnir is also known as the "Great God's Declaration". When it falls, the voice given to it by Odin is also transmitted to the nine kingdoms through the roots of the World Tree. Every corner.

At this moment, Lorne, who heard the echo, turned around and looked faintly at the rainbow light falling from the sky.

A group of fully armed immortal palace guards, holding golden scrolls, stepped forward quickly:

"Loki, the Vanir have sent a special envoy to declare war on us. His Majesty hopes that you will return to Asgard immediately and join him in the expedition!"

"Okay, I get it!"

Lorne took the scroll and nodded seriously.

When Holo heard the commotion, she came back at some point, clasped her fingers and said eagerly:

"Dad, you want to go to the battlefield? Fight with those outsiders from Vanaheim, right? Why don't you take us with you? We are super powerful!"

Lorn glanced sideways at Holo, whose face was flushed with excitement, and then looked at the Asgard guard in front of him with a smile:

"You guys go back first. I've finished some personal matters and will be there soon!"

Sensing something was wrong in the atmosphere, the guards turned around and retreated decisively.

Immediately, Lorne, who had gained a private space, had a twisted smile with a slight hint of sinisterness:

"Now, no one will bother us."

Holo smelled the murderous intent, her face changed drastically, and she immediately wanted to run away and beg for mercy.

But the two broken fishing rods fell like raindrops, instantly knocking her to the ground, causing piercing pain to her troubled butt.

"Snap, snap, snap!"

The fishing rod, which was almost thrown out of the afterimage, played a rapid and passionate movement. Both the strength and speed were several times faster than before, causing Holo to scream repeatedly.

But Lorne was unmoved at all, and even increased his strength a little more.

He was about to go on an expedition, and he didn't know how long the battle with the Warner Protoss would last. In order to keep Holo in the temple while he went to the battlefield, the best way was to beat her half to death first.

Therefore, hitting is a kiss, scolding is a love, and when the love is deep, a kick is to death.

Dad, this is all for your sake!

I don't know if she felt that good intention, but Holo's screams were invisibly louder.

~~

A few hours later, a refreshed figure crossed the Rainbow Bridge and arrived in Asgard.

At this time, the entire Immortal Palace was filled with a tense atmosphere. Warships built by dwarves and engraved with runes gathered outside the city. A large number of fully armed guards lined up out of the city and boarded the warships one after another.

"Back?"

Odin, wearing golden armor, a horned helmet, and holding the Eternal Spear, galloped towards him and breathed a sigh of relief.

Lorne nodded, then took the tray from the guard, put on the black uniform with Asgard characteristics, and followed the last wave of Asgard guards to complete the boarding with Odin.

"Set off!"

Following Odin's order, the runes on the ship's hull flickered and lit up, and the cedar warships took off one after another in the floating light patterns, and drove into the rainbow bridge linking Vanaheim one after another.

Passing through the dense sea of ​​clouds and lingering fog, the Immortal Palace fleet successfully arrived at an open plain.

At this moment, Vanahem's army has also gathered on the other side. Whether it is the number of the army or the divine aura, it is not weaker than the Asa Protoss.

Since they were still in the primitive mythological age, both sides were very particular about martial ethics. They not only agreed on the battlefield in advance, but also patiently waited for each other to form formations and prepare.

Of course, it is also possible that they just want to take this opportunity to defeat their opponents with an upright force and completely convince them to prepare for the subsequent fusion and annexation.

On the deck, Lorne, the God of Conspiracy, used the utmost malice to speculate on his opponent's purpose while waiting for this divine battle to begin.

When the Asgard army completed its assembly and preparations for war, Odin unceremoniously threw the eternal spear in his hand.

A golden stream of light passed over the heads of Asa's army, and runes floating in the air fell into the formation like raindrops, blending into the bodies of the Asgardians, providing divine protection to the soldiers, allowing them to They gain near-invulnerability.

But the Warner Protoss on the opposite side was not to be outdone. Gullweger, the Lighter, who had fought against Odin before, raised his wand and used his best Said witchcraft to build a huge life force field with a large number of similarly dressed priestesses. Granted the power of immortality to all the Vanir clan.

The next moment, the two sides that met each other's eyes gave the order to attack in unison. The armies of the Asa Protoss and the Vanir Protoss rushed towards each other like a tide. On this open battlefield, the first large-scale battle in the Nordic Gods began. God war.

As a native and the current ruler of the Nordic Gods, Odin not only has the Asgardian army of gods as the main force, but also the light elves who are good at magic and bows and arrows, and the dwarves who are good at forging and research and development as servants.

As the war horn officially sounded, the magic and arrows of the light elves, the heavy cannons and giant crossbows controlled by the dwarves, and the spears and battle axes of the Asirs fell like meteors on the camp of the Warners.

The fierce attack fell, instantly knocking down the first batch of Warner Protoss who rushed up.

But in the blink of an eye, those Warner Protoss warriors who had their arms cut off, their chests pierced, and their heads smashed stood up staggeringly in the green light. Their flesh, flesh and severed limbs were reattached to their bodies, and they quickly completed regeneration.

Odin was also reminded of the not so good memories in his mind, and he immediately ordered the Asa army as the main force to dispatch with a dark face.

One by one, the golden-armored soldiers, armed to the teeth and protected by runes, charged forward, digging into the camp of Warner's army like a sharp awl.

With the slashing of weapons and the surging of divine power, the surrounding Warner warriors fell to the ground like wheat cut by a scythe.

But although they are slightly inferior in strength, they have the ability to be almost immortal, and they can stand up again in just a moment.

The brave Asgardians attacked again without hesitation, knocking down the enemies who rushed up in large numbers. But they soon found that no matter beheading, arm cutting, or laparotomy, they could not completely kill the opponent.

Even some Vanir warriors who were only skeletons could calmly pick up the fallen organs and eyeballs from the ground, pat the dust, and put them back into their bodies.

The curious scene made even the Asgardian warriors who were used to seeing blood feel sour in their stomachs, and the light elves with some mysophobia in the back turned pale and vomited.

At this time on the battlefield, the Asgardian warriors on one side were extremely brave and difficult to kill; the Vanir warriors on the other side were extremely tenacious and could not be killed no matter what.

Therefore, this huge battle of gods gradually entered a stalemate, and even had a sense of humor that was inconsistent with the blood.

This damn Said witchcraft!

Odin's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He immediately raised the Eternal Spear in his hand and activated the power of the World Tree, trying to destroy the life force field built by Gulveg.

However, he found that the effect was minimal.

"Did they choose the battlefield?" Lorne asked faintly.

Odin nodded, his face darker.

At this moment, he didn't understand that the Vanir Protoss had not been idle during this period. After they suffered a loss, they learned from their mistakes and gradually completed the divinity erosion of the entire Vanaheim.

Now, the power of the World Tree is difficult to restrict Gulveg's Seid witchcraft in this environment.

But he realized it too late and plunged into the Vanir's trap.

"War is an art. Use your brain more before going to war next time." Lorne patted Odin on the shoulder and advised earnestly.

Compared with the city-state wars and large-scale god wars in Greece, which had mature systems and required repeated tricks, this god war in Northern Europe was too primitive.

After all, this land that gave birth to berserkers and Viking pirates has always lacked the soil for tactics and strategy.

Even if Odin drank the water of the Fountain of Wisdom, he could not build a tall building on the ground and raise his military command level to the level of a military god.

In short, he was still too young.

Fortunately, as one of the few smart people in the Nordic world, Odin had a somewhat humble demeanor. After secretly keeping Lorn's reminder in mind, he raised the Eternal Spear in his hand, locked the familiar breath in the Warner camp, and threw it hard.

Since it is impossible to break the life force field formed by Seide's witchcraft, then kill the woman Gullveig first, so that she has no time to take care of the battlefield.

"Dang!"

However, a golden light also shot out from the Warner camp, knocking the Eternal Spear away.

Then, the two streams of light that lost their targets flew into the hands of their masters.

Seeing the familiar figure holding a golden sword and carrying white swan wings, standing in the air, Loen's lips curled up.

Valkyrie Freya!

"Old rules?"

"One for each!"

The two looked at each other, jumped up in tacit understanding, and rushed towards their respective opponents on the battlefield.