Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 505 24 The Origin of Myths and Legends

The Hash Horse Gang stopped in front of the "Shahu Hotel".

The caravan traders who entered the Black Desert were particularly fond of this shop because this hotel had many rooms and was cheap. There is a mixture of dragons and snakes in the hotel, not only traders traveling through the desert, but also many free people from the Black Desert living here.

What caravan merchants hope most is to meet temple believers who are familiar with them in the village.

After entering the Black Desert, if you can pick up a temple believer in your horse team, it is like adding a free guide to the team.

The chances of crossing the desert will be greatly increased.

Harsh has been walking in the Black Desert for many years and is considered an acquaintance of the hotel.

After arriving at the door of the hotel, he smiled and gave the stable doorman a big hug, then skillfully took out a golden dinar and stuffed it into his hand.

"Hash, you old bastard, haha, my dear friend, I didn't expect you to still be alive!"

"Ha! How can I die? I still have to wait to cut the grass and plant flowers for the graves of you bastards!"

The people at the bottom often greet each other very directly. Although he uttered vague threats, Old Harsh still gave the stable captain a big hug after meeting.

"I got a big job on this trip! Bulgai, you old bastard, make sure your subordinates feed these more than a hundred horses for me!"

What they were consigning were the Byzantine bachelor's goods and research materials! If the horse fails at all, hey, the Crusaders and ascetic monks will not tolerate you! "

The news that Old Hash brought more than 100 trucks into the city with a high profile has already spread. Seeing that this hard-working man was so generous this time, the businessmen who went out to watch were even more convinced that this old guy had indeed received a large-scale order from the Royal Academy of Sciences. Order.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes looked at the cart after cart of goods. In the end, no one moved forward and they dispersed.

For all the merchants who made a living in the Mediterranean, no one could bypass the behemoth "Byzantine Empire".

It would be unwise to offend these big shots just for the sake of temporary greed.

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Opening the door, Loki, who was wrapped in a black robe, also stepped out of the columbine.

The mysterious girl is also dressed in this outfit. The severe muscle atrophy caused by living in a wooden box for a long time made her can only follow Loki step by step, but the black robe covering her whole body made her appearance not special.

Following the crowd, the girl successfully sneaked into the Shahu Hotel.

Entering the hotel, you are greeted by a blazing wave of air. As night fell, the hotel was bustling with people. Looking around, there were more than thirty huge long tables filled with businessmen of all colors.

Black people, white people, brown-skinned Visigoths, big-bodied Turks, and even some Donglu people with yellow hair and black eyes were scattered here and there.

However, the Black Desert is still dominated by Arab merchants. Living on the arid and hot East-West Continental Bridge for a long time, their resistance to deserts is far stronger than that of all foreign races. Nearly half of the more than a hundred merchants who were eating and drinking in the hall were Arab merchants wearing loose black robes.

The sheer number brings the advantage of language. Even the bard standing on the stage performing at this time speaks pure Arabic.

"As a qualified story teller, what our industry pursues is to be immersed in the scene! If we talk about the "King of Paris" Loki vs. the Giant of Light"

“Hehe, no one is more professional than Ye Yuan ‘Jike Lorne’.”

Hearing his name appear from a storyteller's mouth, Loki stopped involuntarily.

The bard who walked onto the stage found that he had successfully attracted everyone's attention, and immediately pulled out an Arabic harp from behind.

After skillfully playing a powerful sound, he stood up suddenly, looked towards the north, and spat out a long series of lyrics from his mouth.

"That day, Frost Giant King Loki turned to look at his mother and asked softly: Laufei, my dear mother! Odin has grown old, and Asgard needs a new master!

It's time to revive the power of my giant clan. Why don't you let me lead the frost giants to open up territory for you, so that your clan can find a place to thrive and rest! "

"I heard that the Principality of France is rich in dragons, so let me occupy this land and offer the head of the Dragon King to celebrate my mother's birthday!"

"Night Kite" Jike Ron is also a relatively famous bard among the countries in the Western Continent. In the bustling tavern, his roaring voice, combined with the pure-sounding huqin on his chest, indeed has the temperament of an artist.

However, at this time, Jike never expected that the real person in his lyrics was standing less than 10 meters away from him.

Loki was naturally confused.

He knew that the stories compiled by bards were often far from the real history, but he never imagined that in this tavern in the desert, he would become the son of a god!

Wait

God?

son? ?

It seems that the Norse mythology of later generations was indeed compiled in this way!

Loki became the leader of the frost giants and was the son of the former giant king Laufey. He gave birth to

"The next day, Loki summoned his legion, including his descendants - the giant wolf Fenrir, and the god of death Hela!"

"Today, we will accomplish a feat that has never been accomplished by our predecessors. We will completely occupy this land, and at the same time, we will clear the hidden ancient gods from this ancient ground!"

"From today on, the ancient gods under my command and the Viking warriors who believe in me will stand on the top of the Western Continent!"

Dang, Dang Dang Dang

The sound of poplar harp sounded again, and this versatile man even stood up and performed an impromptu dance. Unexpectedly, this dark-skinned old guy is actually a singing and dancing rap triathlon player.

The bearded Arabs present applauded one after another, and many merchants called on the running boys to bring them drinks and tips.

After just singing the opening song, a mountain made of copper leaves appeared on the copper plate in front of him.

"Haha, thank you all, sir!"

"The Principality of France is not as peaceful as we imagined. Our popular understanding is that Edward Longlegs of the Plantagenet family controls the government. Hey, you are totally wrong!"

"The true ruler of the Principality of France is actually an ancient god who can transform into a giant of light! As for his palace, it has always been a wild beast the size of a mountain!"

"It has three heads and its entire body is made of rock!"

The bard's vivid description made it seem as if he had actually experienced that battlefield with his own eyes. He explained the secrets of the French royal family to all the listeners present in detail, and everyone who listened again was amazed.

In this era without newspapers or radio, bards spread world events to a great extent.

Of course, how much is true and how much is false is highly debatable.

"Loki is different from his brother Odin. Odin likes to transform into humans and give birth to demigod children with human women. But Loki only has one thing in mind when he comes to earth - to lead the frost giant army to crush the Viking enemies! "

"When he leads the frost giant army across the North Sea and stands on the land of France, what will greet the dragons and gods will be a cruel massacre."

Shaking his head slightly, Loki grabbed the Eastern Continent girl beside him and left the hall in a low-key manner.

If every bard tells stories like this, it’s no wonder that thousands of years later, myths and legends from various continents will appear in books in a way that is so exaggerated that it is difficult to understand.

The stories of gods are full of peacemaking, vendetta, deceit and war.

The son kills the father, the father devours the son

The explosive gimmicks plus all kinds of indescribable "secrets" are very much like the low-quality online literature of the 21st century.

But this is not difficult to understand.

The bards who travel through taverns and noble mansions also need an audience, and only this kind of story can attract guests and become a topic of conversation after dinner.

After changing hands several times, through the subjective assumptions and "polishing" of one storyteller after another, it is no wonder that after only 13 years, this story has become what it is now.

The war in the mortal world has directly turned into a war among the gods!

The lively atmosphere of listening to books made all the diners in the tavern stop and watch. Old Harsh behind him gently pushed Loki's arm, and the group quickly walked through the tavern hall and entered the upper room.

The meeting place arranged with the Byzantine scholars was in this hotel.

On the way, the Hash caravan has been delayed for nearly 7 days due to sandstorms.

Not surprisingly, the bachelors should have entered the hotel by now.