Greece brings evildoers

High in the sky.

Seeing the familiar golden-red light rising from the Asa camp, swaying in front of her eyes and flying away, Freya understood and chased after it.

As they arrived at a deserted wide field, Loen looked back, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

At this time, Freya wore a silver helmet decorated with feathers, a blood-red tight-fitting battle robe, a small round shield in one hand, and a golden sword of victory in the other hand, riding a small and powerful white winged Pegasus, with a gorgeous face and a fierce temperament, giving people a sense of déjà vu of a battlefield rose.

Loen raised his hand slightly and summoned the flaming magic sword from the magic circle, and said jokingly:

"Dare to follow? You are very brave. You ran away last time, but you may not be so lucky this time."

"Humph, it's not certain who will win or lose!"

Freya responded with a sneer, her eyes full of arrogance, obviously quite dissatisfied with the last defeat.

The two exchanged glances across the air, and then without saying a word, each of them attacked each other with a sword.

Freya's sword was full of vigor, and with the automatic enemy-seeking function of the Sword of Victory, it transformed into endless golden waves, squeezing the opponent from all directions with a mighty force, making people feel insignificant on the boundless ocean.

Loen raised the flaming magic sword, and swung it freely, like a fallen oar, seemingly fragile and small, but it could always cut through the waves and carry his boat upstream.

Seeing the opponent's calm appearance, Freya's pride was immediately ignited. She gritted her teeth and increased the rhythm of the attack several times. The divine power in her body gushed out like a tsunami, setting off a more overwhelming golden air wave, trying to crush the "small boat" in the center of the storm in one fell swoop.

Facing the strong attack, Loen still raised the sword, swung the sword, blocked, and counterattacked slowly.

Under the tempering of the war, although his swordsmanship is not unbeatable, it has at least reached perfection, so every move is just right, without wasting a single bit of divine power.

And seeing that the attack has been unsuccessful for a long time, Freya became more impatient.

Faster!

Faster!

See how long you can hold on!

The Valkyrie, eager to win, raised her speed and divine power to the extreme, and even abandoned the Pegasus under her crotch that slowed down the rhythm.

But no matter how she changed her moves and how she burst out, the golden edge of the Sword of Victory could never get close to the three feet in front of the opponent.

It was as if there was an indestructible copper wall there that could easily block the wind from all directions.

Seeing the beads of sweat gradually oozing out of Freya's forehead, Loen "kindly" suggested:

"Can you do it? Do you want to stop and take a breath first?"

Hearing these words that seemed caring but were actually sarcastic, Freya's blood boiled:

"You guy..."

However, the moment she opened her mouth, her breath that was consistent with the sword's momentum also became stagnant for a moment.

Opportunity!

Loen narrowed his eyes, and the flaming magic sword in his hand immediately burst out with a hundred feet of might.

Aware of the terrifying divine power contained in it, Freya's face suddenly changed, and she quickly put the sword of victory on her chest to block it.

But as the saying goes, the strong will break easily, and too much is as bad as too little.

Because the previous attack left no room for maneuver, her hasty changes were full of loopholes, and the temporary divine power could not compete with the long-planned flames.

"Boom!"

Amidst the thunderous roar, the aurora converged, and the blazing flames shattered the endless golden waves around, almost steaming the entire ocean.

"Bang!"

The sword of victory in Freya's hand wailed and flew out of her hand, and her body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string. Her originally beautiful face was morbidly pale, and a trace of golden red divine blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

Feeling that the flame power invading her body was frantically destroying her divinity and vitality, Freya barely flapped her wings to stabilize her body and tried to fly to the camp of the Vanir Protoss.

As long as she could get there, the life force field jointly built by the Vanir Protoss would help her recover quickly.

However, this too obvious attempt could not be hidden from Loen's eyes.

Or rather, he had intentionally guided and controlled the overall situation from the beginning.

Therefore, almost at the same time when Freya had this idea, two crescent-shaped sharp sword lights passed through the air and cut off the two swan wings vibrating behind Freya.

"Woo~!"

Freya, who was in touch with him, groaned and fell into the ground uncontrollably, stirring up dust all over the ground.

Just as she finally managed to calm down and climbed out of the deep pit, a dark red sword passed through the diffuse dust at lightning speed and rested on her fair neck:

"General, don't move."

Lorne smiled and spoke, and the sword tip approached Freya's fragile throat a little closer, forcing the Valkyrie to lower her arm that wanted to recall the sword of victory and honestly recognize her identity as a prisoner.

Looking at the pretty face full of indignation, Lorne couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

Silly child, do you think the two defeats were coincidences?

You didn't stay in the life force field built by the Vanir Protoss, and you had lost the initiative by daring to come to me for a duel; and you couldn't suppress your anger just by a little provocation, so the offensive rhythm was disrupted... With these negative factors combined, it would be strange if you could win.

You can't beat me with your strength, and you can't beat me with your tricks.

So, no matter how many times, you will always be the loser.

After muttering to himself, Loen lifted the defeated opponent's smooth chin with the tip of his sword and said jokingly:

"Let's go, it's time to meet your people."

"You want to threaten them with me? Dream on!"

Freya raised her eyebrows and sneered, then rushed towards the sword.

Seeing this, Loen quickly withdrew the magic sword Levadin, and slashed Freya's neck with a knife, knocking her out.

Looking at the wound on the opponent's throat and the golden red blood on the sword, Loen was a little amused.

Would rather die than surrender? Do you have to be so fierce?

Forget it, catch her first.

Having made up his mind, Loen grabbed Freya on the ground and flew back to the Asir camp.

At this time, after a period of fierce fighting, the plain that served as the battlefield was full of pits and corpses. One by one, the floating warships of the Asir Protoss fell to the ground with black smoke, but the Warner warriors riding Pegasus occupied most of the sky.

Obviously, the situation is developing in a direction that is not favorable to the Asir Protoss.

After all, even if Odin had blessed the entire Æsir army before the battle, making them invulnerable and invincible, they would eventually tire and exhaust themselves.

This is a common problem among berserkers and is unavoidable.

But the Vanir, under the protection of the life force field, continued to regenerate and survived all battles. The longer the time, the more advantageous it was for them.

And Odin, who rushed into the Vanir camp and wanted to deal with Gullveig, also retreated in disgrace.

The reason is very simple. As an older and more mature system of gods, the Vanir has more than one main god, Gullveig.

The one who stopped Odin this time was a Vanir god named Njord.

He controls the power of summer, ocean, storm, fishery, wealth, etc., has extraordinary combat power, and is also the god king of the Vanir.

With the cooperation of Gullveig, Odin, who was fighting one against two, naturally did not get any advantage.

However, when he saw Loen carrying Freya back to the battlefield, the haze on his face was immediately replaced by joy, and the morale of the Asir gods, who were in a slump, was greatly boosted.

On the contrary, several leaders of the Vanir tribe changed their faces when they saw their Valkyries being captured.

"Hurry up and save her!"

The Vanir God King Niold, who was slender and surrounded by the breeze and sunshine, immediately gave the order.

The handsome young man next to him, who looked a bit like Freya, immediately got on the Pegasus and prepared to organize the army and launch an assault.

He was Freya's brother, the God of Fertility Frey.

However, before Frey could move, a low cold snort stopped Frey's action:

"What are you saving? Do you think this is a game? Stop!"

Gulveig the Light walked out of the army with a magic wand in his hand.

"But mother, that's my sister, your daughter!"

Frey was full of grievances and held the reins tightly.

Gulveig glanced at his son and scolded him coldly:

"Shut up! This is a battlefield, you should call me by my priesthood!"

"Yes, High Priest..."

Frei had to lower his head obediently under the tyranny of his mother, but his young face was full of indignation.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Njord on the throne couldn't help but laugh dryly to smooth things over:

"High Priest, why don't you let Frei give it a try? Maybe he can get Freya back."

"Do you think this is just playing house? Even Freya is not that man's opponent, what can he do? Become the second captive?"

Gulveig scolded without any politeness, and there was no respect for the Vanir God King in his words.

However, in the face of such usurpation and rudeness, Njord was like a mouse seeing a cat, and did not dare to refute.

Because, in the Vanir gods who control the ocean, life, and abundance, the authority of the goddess exceeds that of the male god, and the status of the priest is also higher than that of the God King.

In a sense, she is the actual ruler of the Vanir.

And more importantly, she is the elder sister of the God King.

In addition to the name of Gulveig the Light, she also has the nicknames of Nasus, the goddess of fertility, and Frigga, the goddess of marriage and family, as well as twelve incarnations of divinity, including Saga (words), El (kindness), Gevjon (giving), Fura (adviser), Finn (love), Lofen (approval), Farah (oath), Val (truth), Lynn (objection), Helin (guardian), Snotla (wisdom), and Gena (messenger).

Looking at her brother's fearful expression, Gulveig, or Frigga, shook her head in disappointment and snorted:

"Take care of your son and don't let him get in the way!"

Niold nodded with a dry laugh, and signaled Frey to loosen the reins and retreat to the camp with his eyes.

But Niold, who has always been weak, can't control his young and energetic son at all.

Seeing this, Frigga slapped Frey in the face and ordered coldly:

"Go back!"

Under the tyranny of his mother, Frey covered his swollen cheek and had to let go of the reins obediently, giving up the idea of ​​going out to rescue his sister.

Looking at the father and son who lowered their heads and dared not look at her directly, Frigga's disappointment became even stronger.

As the only two remaining main gods of the Vanir, she had to combine with her brother Njord to give birth to a powerful bloodline to expand the combat power of the Vanir.

Valkyrie Freya and Frey, the god of abundance, are their common offspring.

But Njord's character was too soft. Even though she personally helped him to the throne of the God King, he lacked the deterrence and strategy that the God King should have. This made Frigga very dissatisfied, and she had to change various identities to lead the Vanir to seek development.

After a long period of wandering on the sea and exploring outside the world, they came to this new world of the Age of Gods and gradually took root in the country called Vanaheim.

In the peaceful life of the past, Niord, the god-king, could still hold on for a while, but now when faced with issues related to the life and death of the Vanir clan, his courage and strategy have been exposed to serious shortcomings.

Perhaps only by replacing Warner with a stronger and wiser king can this problem be fundamentally solved.

But it was useless to think about it at the moment. Frigga put her troubled thoughts to rest and waved her hand half-heartedly:

"Order the withdrawal of troops."

Upon hearing this, Niord felt like he had been granted amnesty, and immediately ordered the warriors of the Vanir Protoss to retreat, and at the same time activated his power to summon clouds and mist to cover and cover.

Likewise, Asa's god-king Odin did not dare to pursue easily.

On the one hand, he had suffered losses at the hands of Niord and Frigga, and was not sure of victory.

On the other hand, the Asa Protoss suffered a lot of casualties in the battle just now. If they insist on going deeper, they are likely to fall into the trap set by the Warner Protoss again. And once the opponent chooses to outflank, destroy the teleportation array of the Rainbow Bridge, and cut off the Asa Protoss' retreat, the main force of Asa will be reduced to a lone army, which is likely to lead to a large-scale rout, and the gain will not be worth the loss.

Seeing that Odin did not hesitate and chose to pursue, Lorne could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. He returned to Asa's camp with the prisoners in his hands, and followed the large army back to Asgard in an orderly manner.

As the colorful light belt disappeared from Vanaheim, a massive divine battle ended temporarily in an anticlimactic manner.

After returning to the Immortal Palace, Lorne pointed to the prisoner of war in his hand and asked Odin:

"What should she do?"

"According to Asa's rules, you handle your spoils yourself!"

Odin replied with a smile, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

Immediately, he said goodbye to Lorne and brought the army back to the city to rest.

Lorne looked at the prisoner in his hand up and down, and his eyes immediately turned to the streamlined silver armor on Freya's body that perfectly fit the curves, his eyes flickering.

Swan Haori? Seems like a good research topic.

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At night, cheerful drinking and rough singing echoed over Asgard, and the aroma of food and the sweetness of mead filled the air from the Golden Palace.

As a reward for valiantly killing enemies, Odin held a banquet in the Golden Palace to entertain Asa's most outstanding warriors.

Originally, Lorne was also invited, but he declined the celebration citing fatigue and hid alone in the temple, studying his trophies with great interest.

Of course, it's the swan feather fabric...

The fabric of this thing is very unique, without any weight, as if it is woven from clouds, and the touch is close to human skin.

Out of curiosity, Lorne couldn't help but touch it, and even tried to bite it with his teeth.

"Woo~!"

At this time, the figure that was tied up and thrown in the corner of the temple also woke up at the same time, twisting its graceful body, making a weird groan, and looked at the swan Yuzhi facing the swan Yuzhi with shame and anger with a pair of water-like eyes. He bit someone and his eyes turned to ice.

Seeing Freya's reaction, Lorne's hands froze and he put down the swan feather fabric.

It seems that most of this thing has a certain interoperability with the user's senses.