Greece brings evildoers

"Awake?"

Accompanied by a gentle voice, Lorne turned and came to Freya, smiling and showing kindness.

However, the Valkyrie who had become a prisoner did not appreciate it, and her eyes were full of vigilance:

"What do you want to do?"

"Don't be nervous, I just want to talk to you."

Lorne comforted her softly and took the initiative to untie the spell rope for her.

As her body relaxed, Freya's expression eased a little, but she was still a little hesitant:

"What do you want to talk about?"

"I'm very interested in your origins. If it's convenient, I want to know about your past."

Lorne paused and looked at Freya sincerely,

"Actually, you should have seen that I don't like violence. And I think development may not only take the form of war. If we can deepen our understanding of each other, maybe Warner and Asa don't have to fight to the death, and can coexist in this world."

Freya was quite moved by what she heard, but she was a little hesitant:

"I won't betray my people, so I can't easily tell you the information of my people..."

"This is easy! You can ask me anything you want to know about the Asa. We can each ask a question. Those who are willing to talk can communicate, and those who are unwilling to talk can change the content. Isn't this fair?"

Lorne smiled and gave a compromise, with sincerity between the lines.

Freya thought for a moment and finally nodded in agreement.

Like the other party, she was also full of curiosity about everything about the Aesir. If she could get some important information from them and bring it back to the tribe, she might be able to redeem her image of defeat on the battlefield.

As the two sides reached an agreement, the ice-breaking communication between the two tribes officially began.

In order to make Freya relax, Loen's questions at the beginning were relatively casual, such as asking the other party about their favorite food, hobbies, entertainment, and what their hometown looked like.

As for the questions raised by Freya, as long as they did not involve the secrets of the Aesir, Loen answered them patiently and frankly.

In this friendly atmosphere, Freya gradually relaxed and began to respond to some irrelevant information from the tribe.

As the communication deepened, Loen, with his strong analytical ability and a vast reserve of mythological knowledge, gradually pieced together the basic outline of the Vanir from Freya's words.

This is an alien tribe that drifted from the sea. They chose to flee overseas and find a new habitat because they were defeated in the war of gods.

Gulveig the Light, or the goddess Frigga, is their actual leader. She sensed the existence of the Norse Age of Gods through prophecy, so she brought her people across the ocean and settled in Vanaheim.

In addition, the main fighting force of the Vanir Protoss is the God King Njord, who controls the ocean, storms and summer, and the male god Frey, who controls fertility. One of them is Frigga's younger brother and the other is Frigga's son.

Through the above information, Freya's identity is also about to be revealed.

She is the princess of the Vanir clan, the biological daughter of the God King Njord and the goddess Frigga.

As for where the Vanir Protoss came from, Loen also had a vague guess in his mind.

Matrilineal clan, nature worship, ocean worship, migration due to the war of gods... These information combined together, the answer points to the Celtic-Irish mythology system that is inextricably linked to the Norse Age of Gods.

According to the records of Celtic-Irish mythology, there have been five "great invasions" in their Age of Gods.

The leader of the first group of invaders is said to be Bis, the son of Noah in the mythology of Western Asia. They are survivors of the flood and brought new gods and civilizations;

The second group of invaders is called Pasuron, and it is said that they came from the East;

The third group of invaders is another group of descendants of Noah, and the legend is related to Greece and Rome;

The fourth group of invaders is the deep-sea giants led by the giant Fermor, who came from the ocean;

The fifth group of invaders is the Tuatha de Danan, who are the descendants of the goddess Tuatha de Danan. Led by the great leader "Silver Hand" Nuada, this is the last tribe of gods to rule Celtic-Irish. Legend has it that they came from the sky.

Of course, it is said to be a great invasion. It is difficult to determine who is the native and who is the outsider. In the end, it is often the winner who writes everything.

In this fierce game of eating chicken, the Tuatha de Danan defeated all opponents and became the winners in the end, laying the foundation for the Celtic-Irish mythology of later generations.

Frigga and her Vanir tribe are undoubtedly one of the losers. They had to go into exile overseas and came to the new Nordic God Age to take root.

According to the characteristics of belief and the genealogy of mythology, the Vanir, who possess the divinity of the ocean and fertility, are likely to be related to the deep-sea giants in the fourth great invasion.

In fact, it is not only the Celtic-Irish mythology that affects the Nordic world, but the Nordic world also has a profound impact on Celtic-Irish civilization.

For example, Irish mythology mentions that Scathach, the queen of the Shadow Kingdom, and Cuchulain, the son of light, have mastered the Nordic runes, and the spears they hold seem to be imitations of Odin's Eternal Spear;

And the dragon slayer Sigurd, who appeared in the Norse epic "Volsung Saga", once pulled out the sword Gorum, which was inserted into a tree by an unknown old man, the incarnation of the god king Odin. This thing is also called "the sword in the tree" and has been damaged and recast, symbolizing glory and destruction. It is very similar to the content of King Arthur pulling out the sword in the stone during the knight trial in the future Celtic mythology.

In short, there are various references and integrations between Norse mythology and Celtic-Irish system, and the two sides may have had contact and communication in the early mythology.

So that's what happened, interesting...

While sorting out various information in his mind, Loen pieced together the answer with interest.

Just as he was lost in thought, Freya's eyes flashed fiercely, and the five fingers of her right hand suddenly bent into claws and stretched out as fast as lightning.

As a Valkyrie who has experienced blood and fire, she is not a soft and glutinous little white flower, but a rose with thorns.

Becoming a prisoner honestly has never been her style.

Blame it on your own stupidity. Do you believe what a woman says?

Freya sneered in her heart, and her right hand that grabbed the other's throat accelerated a little bit.

However, at the moment when the five fingers touched the other's skin, her body suddenly trembled, and countless numb electric currents surged from her lower abdomen, instantly spreading throughout her body, making her stiff as if struck by lightning, unable to move at all.

Loen slowly raised his head and looked at Freya who suddenly jumped up in front of him. He couldn't help but shook his head and sighed in disappointment:

"What about the peaceful exchange we agreed on? You make me very sad..."

Realizing that something was wrong, Freya turned her eyes and looked at the source of all the changes.

On her flat and smooth white belly, a scarlet engraving consisting of two arcs and a vertical mark in the middle appeared, and the outer periphery was wrapped by a layer of protective triangle unique to the Aesir.

The traces that seemed to be drawn with blood were now spreading spider web-like patterns all over her body, dominating every muscle and every wisp of consciousness.

"Snap!"

With a crisp snap of fingers, the light pattern went out, and the blood marks were hidden under her flesh and blood.

But the sense of being dominated in the dark still existed, as if only one command and one gesture were needed to turn herself into a puppet of the person in front of her again.

Freya's face changed drastically, and she looked at the opposite side in horror:

"What did you do to me?"

"X-mark, once you are branded with this, from now on you will only have one thought in your mind, and you will not think of anything else..."

"?!"

Lorne glanced at Freya's pretty face that turned pale in an instant, and smiled playfully:

"Don't be nervous, where can there be such a thing in the world? This is a forced divine seal, a little trick to make you obedient..."

"Despicable!"

Freya bit her cherry lips tightly, her expression was sad and angry.

Loen rolled his eyes and looked at the Valkyrie who was complaining first:

"Come on, why didn't you tell me when you attacked me just now? I trusted you so much! Not only did I untie you, but I also told you the situation of Asa without reservation, hoping that the two tribes could coexist peacefully. In the end, you betrayed my trust and wanted to attack me!"

"Hehe, you told me the information about Asa frankly, not because you are kind, but because you have no intention of letting me go. I know that it is useless to tell you more!"

Freya unceremoniously exposed someone's high-sounding face and sneered and said the essence.

"Not bad, very smart." Lorne's eyes showed appreciation. Not only was he not annoyed, but his smile became even brighter. "Then keep guessing, what am I going to do next?"

"..."

"It's late at night, and a beautiful prisoner of war is in front of me. Not only has she lost her ability to resist, but she has just been squeezed dry of all her value. What should I do next?"

Lorne smiled and stepped forward, his eyes full of ill intentions.

"For you, I even turned down Odin's banquet. It shouldn't be too much to get some compensation, right?"

"Gu, kill me if you can!"

Freya closed her eyes, her neck stiffened, her face full of grief and anger, and she directly entered the plot of "Gu Kill".

This familiar feeling made Loen playful. He lifted Freya's smooth chin with his fingertips and whispered to the Valkyrie's ear:

"Kill you? That's a waste. How about we try something more exciting?"

With the skin contact and the teasing in her ear, the Valkyrie seemed to realize the cruel reality she would face next. Her body trembled uncontrollably and her face turned pale.

Seeing this, Loen couldn't help but be surprised:

"Huh? You react so strongly. You don't have any experience in this area, do you?"

"What do you care!"

Freya gritted her teeth and snorted coldly, looking like she would never admit defeat.

Seeing the other party's performance, Loen's guess was verified, and he remembered the original description of the Valkyrie:

-The Valkyrie is the daughter of the king on earth chosen by the gods, or Odin's own daughter, or the "virgin warrior" who swore to serve the gods and was chosen by the gods to go to heaven.

That's right, a virgin warrior...

Only the purest and most beautiful female warriors are qualified to become Valkyries and guide the heroic spirits of the mortal world into the Valhalla Temple.

In the Norse mythology system, male heroic spirits belong to Odin, and the leader of the Valkyrie Corps is Freya.

Let's not talk about what will happen in the future, at least during her time as a Valkyrie, Freya needs to keep herself clean.

The future god of love who keeps herself clean?

Looking at Freya trembling under his power, Lorne suddenly felt a little funny.

"What are you laughing at? Come if you have the guts, don't think I'm afraid of you!"

Freya glared at him with gritted teeth. Even though her body was shaking, she still raised her slender white swan neck, trying to maintain her pride as a Valkyrie.

After enough teasing, Lorne chuckled and shook his head:

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. I'm a serious god and I'm not interested in teaching you adult knowledge. Moreover, for the future coexistence of the two races, I can't easily attack you. You stay in Asgard first. I want to see the reaction of the Vanir Protoss before deciding whether you stay or go."

As the voice fell, the sense of confinement in Freya's body receded like a tide.

Coexistence of the two races? Is he serious?

Freya was a little surprised at first, and then she saw that figure was about to step out of the temple. She was relieved and couldn't help but sneered:

"Tsk, after talking for a long time, it turns out that you can only talk? Can you do it?"

At this moment, Loen, who had half a foot out of the door, stopped and looked back at Freya who was eager to jump in his face before he left.

He remembers to eat but not to be beaten. It seems that he needs to be taught a good lesson.

As the malicious gaze came, Freya shuddered and suddenly remembered her status as a captive. She folded her arms across her chest and shrank into the shadows, reminding dryly:

"Don't attack me, you said..."

"I think you said that."

Lorne smiled and nodded, indicating his agreement.

Just when Freya thought she had obtained a golden medal of immunity from death and exhaled the turbid air in her chest, a faint voice came from the door:

"So, you still have to do this yourself."

"?"

Looking at the confused Valkyrie, Lorne's half face immersed in the night raised the corner of his lips, outlining a happy arc:

"Now, touch yourself..."

The leisurely voice came into Freya's ears, and a heat flow surged from her lower abdomen, turning into the blood-colored divine seal with dominating and coercive effects.

The familiar feeling of pulling the thread was transmitted to her limbs and bones. Before Freya could react, her hands climbed up the two peaks on her chest uncontrollably and kneaded them.

The strange touch and the unprecedented emotions in her body made Freya, who had never experienced this before, stiff and fearful. She looked at Lorne for mercy:

"I was wrong..."

"It's good to know. After all, I'm not a demon."

Lorne nodded generously, then smiled and said,

"Tonight, let you enjoy yourself ten times. Don't stop until you reach the target."

"?!"

In Freya's stunned eyes, the figure in front of the door waved gracefully, then closed the door and strode into the thick night.

The next moment, the strong sense of domination completely occupied Freya's self-will, manipulating her hands to develop and explore her body.

A burst of weeping, vague and shameful wails echoed in the temple all night until the end of the night.