Shadow of the Beautiful World

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In the icy waters of the poor mountains and the frost giant's kingdom Yodenheim, the frost giant's clan has been assembled.

Not long ago, these brutal guys just completed a large-scale raid on Yodenheim, and the other giant tribes hiding on the edge of the world were swept away.

Storm giants, hill giants, etc.

These giants with special abilities are imprisoned by the Frost Giants and will participate in their upcoming wars as their servants.

At the end of the big crack in the snow country, on the top floor of the Frost Temple.

The goddess Scati is looking at the world in front of her. A large freezing rain is sweeping across the whole of Jordonheim, and some frost giant cubs are playing in the cold ice rain.

Their simple laughter spread far away.

In fact, apart from being more violent, these frost giant cubs are no different from the bear children on earth.

This freezing rain is a sign that the next big cold wave is coming.

A big storm covering the whole cold winter world is brewing, it will bring new life to this cold and dead world.

After the beginning of the great cold wave, the magic concentration of this world will increase significantly, the new frost giant will be born, and the army under the winter goddess will be strongly supplemented.

The most important thing is that with the help of this great cold wave, the goddess Scati can use the box of winter to open the way to Yalfheim.

That would be the first battlefield opened by the war.

A frost giant wizard wearing animal skin robes walked up the stairs. It walked respectfully behind the silent goddess, and said softly:

"Madam, they are here."

"Are you all here?"

Scati holding the Winter Scepter did not look back. She was like a real ice sculpture and asked in a cold voice.

"Yes, ma'am."

The sorcerer with dark red magic lines on his face responded:

"The dark elves of Walter Alheim, Sulter, the flaming king of Mosbelheim, and the mysterious nightmare of Nifurheim, they all sent messengers."

"Let them wait a moment."

The goddess said quietly:

"I will pass by soon."

The Frost Giant wizard nodded, and he stepped back from the dome of the temple.

On the platform made of black ice, there was only one goddess Scati.

Those loyal guards will not set foot in this place.

Everyone knows that the powerful winter goddess likes to be alone.

"I will start a war for you."

Scati looked at the cold rain curtain in front of her. She said:

"The great cold wave that freezes everything will start from Yodenheim, through several worlds, along the branches of the tree of the world, and finally reach Asgard."

"A magnificent expedition..."

"It's all for you, dear Elsa, don't you say a word?"

The winter goddess in black robe and black gauze chuckled, and she didn't get a response.

Over the past seven months, the other will to sleep in her body seemed to be dead.

Heartbreak and die.

But she was still, in the soul of the goddess, sleeping peacefully.

It was like the last lock, stubbornly locked in Scatti's will, so that she could not fully grasp the body.

The power of hoarfrost is extremely powerful. As long as Skatti is willing, she can lift a blizzard that covers a world at any time and freeze tens of millions of lives under the glacier.

But this is not enough.

Spirit and flesh cannot be perfectly matched, so that the power that hoarfrost can project is ultimately limited.

In the current state, it is difficult for the Scati goddess to face the angry Odin.

The war between the nine kingdoms is not just a confrontation between legions and legions. In this magic-side war, the confrontation of high-end military forces is also an important part.

If Scati can't suppress Odin, the frost giants under her command will be difficult to set foot on the land of God Realm no matter how brave they are.

Without destroying Asgard, Elsa’s wishes cannot be fulfilled.

Without unlocking the lock left by his wishes, Scati could not achieve true freedom, and he could not completely release the hoarfrost to freeze the stars.

It's like an infinite loop.

"You left me with a problem."

The dead lady sighed softly, she whispered:

"I am somewhat empressed, but you and I are not the same, Elsa."

"You used the desired freedom to compose an illusion for me, like a rusty trap. I was too eager to step into it recklessly, and now I am trapped..."

"It's a cunning girl."

Miss Bloodstone in her body did not respond.

This made the Scati goddess of breath, but soon she laughed again.

In the hoarse laughter, she turned around with the winter scepter in hand and walked towards the temple stairs, in the sound of dingdong that stretched out from the frost.

she says:

"But that's okay, this knot will soon be untied."

"You just asked me to capture Asgard, but you didn't stipulate that I can't find "friends" to help me with this."

"Bai Mi Yi Shu, girl."

She walked with grace, under the robes, the delicate feet walked on the pure black ice.

Every step of the way, the surface of the solid ice cube will be rippled like water.

As the goddess walked into the hall of the temple, the frost giants who were guarding the frost temple, wearing ice armor and holding war halberds, swept their weapons together.

It's like grand music.

Between the echoes of the low voice, the three envoys waiting under the winter throne raised their heads.

A dark elf with a thin figure.

The guy was wearing leather armor, a starlight dagger, and a dull hood covering his pale skin, but he could see slightly sharp ears and dark red eyes.

These guys are dark elves living in Walter Alheim.

They haven't always obeyed Asgard's rule, but they don't directly confront the gods on the battlefield.

The cunning dark elves confront Odin and his legions in another way.

In the territory of the Nine Kingdoms, every ten crimes occurred, at least half of them were related to these cunning and vicious dark elves.

If the Frost Giants of Jodenheim are a real concern for the Gods, then these dark elves who are traveling in the Nine Kingdoms and fanning the wind and doing bad things are the biggest poisonous tumors under Asgard.

They are interested in any rebellious behavior that will disrupt Asgard's rule.

The second messenger is a fire demon with a trident of flames.

This is a weird-looking creature with a fish head snake body, full of fiery red scales, a fish-like head with a scorching horn, and the tentacles scattered on the lower jaw and the tumbling light of the flame.

It resembles a naga living in the sea on earth, but these guys live in the magma of Musbelheim.

They are the loyal servants of the flame giant Surter. In the territory of the fire country, such creatures are everywhere. They exist as messengers and warriors of the flame giant.

However, the cold climate of Jodenheim is really not suitable for the survival of creatures such as fire demon.

The messenger kept blessing himself with a flame shield to keep the surface hot, and the frost giant wizards also blessed it warmly.

But even so, it still shivered by the ubiquitous cold.

The third messenger is a mountaineer.

Among the mountains from Niefheim, tall, full of sturdy and brutal momentum.

However, the dress of this mountaineer is not the same as the common mountaineers.

He didn't wear a hunting suit made of animal skin. Instead, he wore a black robe. Under the hood covering the face, he couldn't see the face of the mountain people, only a sloshing smoke.

Dim starlight flashed occasionally in the dark smoke.

When the mountain people move their bodies, there will be a illusion of passing away.

Some energy composed of tentacles, a few eyes extinguished in smoke, or a pocket crow illusion.

Any frost giant looking directly at this messenger will feel sleepy.

He came on behalf of the nightmare.

The weird force that only appeared in Nilfheim recently has been said to be the king of dreams.

The three messengers represent different forces.

There is no "traditional" friendship between them and the Frost Giants in Jodenheim, especially the Fire Demon. The country of fire it represents, and the Frost Giants also have indelible hatred.

But their presence here represents the power they serve, and they are also very interested in the invitation of the goddess Scati.

The only thing the four parties have in common is their hatred of Asgard’s domain.

In the Frost Temple, Scati, dressed in black and wearing black yarn, walked to the front of her throne. She held a sceptre with a glaring blue ice halo in her left hand and placed her right hand in front of her abdomen.

The wide black cuffs hang down like wings that fold together.

She looked at the three messengers in front of her and then said straight away:

"Since you are here, it means that the forces behind you are willing to join the expedition in Jodenheim, which is the result I am happy to see."

"But you also have doubts in your heart, so ask!"

Scati's cold voice echoed in the temple, but the goddess was as rumored, and she didn't like to talk nonsense.

The three messengers look at me, I look at you, and finally the nightmare's messenger speaks first.

The mountain man shrouded in shadows is very unclear when speaking. His voice is like a bubble rolling in the mud, and there is always an uncomfortable sense of stagnation.

He says:

"Noble goddess, the king of dreams greets you."

"The nightmare messengers in Nievolheim are gathering. The King of Dreams is happy to see the collapse of Asgard, but Odin's attack has cost us so much that we may not be able to join the frontal battlefield."

"No problem."

Scati didn't care.

Isn't this the so-called "Alliance"?

Always thinking about letting "companions" come forward to fight and hide behind to take in the fruits of victory.

These guys have been trying to rebel before they became kings from Odin. They have not been ununited before, but each time they will be defeated one by one by the Gods for the same reason.

The goddess said a lot:

"I don't need the king of dreams to enter the frontal battlefield, you only need to contain Asgard's legion, so that they can't return to the homeland of God Realm in a short time."

She looked at the fire demon again.

In her gaze, the fire demon messenger sensed that the temperature around the body was rapidly dropping. It shook the body and said with a slight tremor:

"The great...flame, the king of flames...to...eternal...eternal fire, and...to...sneeze!"

Legend has it that Asgard will bring the gods of the evening fire, Surter, no matter how unreliable, nor will he send a stuttering messenger to shame himself.

This fire demon can be a messenger, certainly a talkative guy.

It was so frozen that he couldn't even speak clearly.

Seriously, letting a guy who lives in lava come to work in this icy and snowy field is really embarrassing it.

"puff"

The dark elf beside the fire demon probably couldn't help it. He laughed and drew the fire demon's glare.

Scati shook her head. She flicked her fingers, and the cold around the fire demon immediately dissipated. Under the protection of the flame shield blessed by itself, the temperature on its surface rose rapidly.

The soft-snake-like guy moved his body comfortably, and with a cheerful expression on his face, thanked the goddess for leaning down.

It speaks fluently:

"The king of flames is willing to dispatch a large army, starting from the kingdom of fire, to contain the army of the gods for Lord Skaty, but my lord has two requirements."

"In addition to the eternal fire that must be obtained, our Lord needs to personally complete the execution of Asgard! The so-called dusk of the gods must be executed by my Lord himself!"

"can."

Scati nodded, she said:

"I don't care who destroys God Realm, and I'm not interested in everything there, but I have a question, messenger, how should your master cross the heavy defense and step into Asgard's territory?"

"This one..."

The Fire Demon Messenger shrugged and said:

"My Lord has his own way."

"Ok."

The goddess of winter did not ask, she seemed really not interested in it.

Her eyes fell on the last messenger again.

The dark elf immediately said:

"We will provide all the information you need for your legion, and will send the best assassins to clear the obstacles for you. At the necessary moment, the mothership of the dark elves will also appear on the battlefield."

"But the respected goddess of winter, before you start your expedition, we have a little suggestion."

The dark elf whispered:

"No matter who launched the war against Asgard, the brave king Odin is an obstacle that can never be avoided."

"We believe that your power is enough to match Odin, but in order to win the war, it is best to weaken Odin's strength in advance..."

"Ok?"

Scati blinked her eyes. She said with interest:

"Listening to what you mean, do you have a way to weaken him?"

"of course!"

The messenger of the dark elf chuckled and said:

"We always have a way, but suffer from the lack of powerful help."

"Midgart, there is something Odin fears the most in that world!"

"We can't open that seal..."

"But you can!"

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