Stupid Odin

This was a barbaric era where messages were shouted and travel was on foot.

With male giants generally lacking in intelligence, coordinating over a hundred dim-witted giants was an extremely difficult task.

It took the giants a full three days to gather all the scattered giants across this wild land. In contrast, the Aesir, with their higher average intelligence, were more efficient, completing their preparations in a single day.

“Thump! Thump! Thump!”

The heavy, drum-like footsteps resonated across the earth.

The sight of a group of giants, ranging from 10 to 20 meters in height, advancing across the vast, snowy landscape was truly awe-inspiring.

If writing existed at this time, or if a historian had witnessed this scene, this battle would undoubtedly have been woven into an immortal epic.

Even in the historical records of the Aesir, countless artisans and painters depicted this battle as murals, enshrined in the palace of the Allfather, for all members of the Aesir to revere and worship.

The giant horde resembled a moving mountain range, their massive bodies snapping ancient trees along the way, leaving behind terrifying footprints, each easily a meter deep, on the hard, icy ground.

Birds and beasts scattered in terror, and the earth cracked!

Their momentum was so overwhelming that Laufey and his family, who had been hiding on a small mountain adjacent to the basin, watched with trepidation. Not only them, but also the female giants following behind, were filled with apprehension.

These giant traitors had aided the Aesir. If the giants were to win, those brutish fellows would definitely tear them apart alive.

“Look!” Laufey pointed into the distance.

Over there, the giants seemed to be enraged, accelerating into a run, raising their clubs, and uttering slurred curses and roars!

The one they were chasing was a ‘small giant’ only a little over five meters tall.

The one being hunted was naturally Loki.

A gust of cold wind blew past, carrying Loki's wildly arrogant laughter from afar:

“Hahaha! You ugly, idiotic oafs! Let me tell you, all your women have been stolen by the Aesir's Thanes! No woman will ever like you again. Go find a hole and bury yourselves!”

Rumors can only deceive for a time; truth cuts like a blade.

There was a reason why Loki was so hated among the Aesir.

Not only was he foul-mouthed, but he also seemed to possess a natural aura of mockery, easily provoking the anger of his enemies.

With just a few words, this giant traitor had stirred up the rage of his kin.

What's even more impressive is that despite his short stature, Loki had a rapid stride, managing to outrun those hulking figures of 20 meters in height with his 5-meter frame.

He ran in front, and the giants chased behind.

The sight of the earth trembling like this made Laufey's heart tremble with fear, even from a distance.

When she saw that her dear son remained unfazed in the face of the giants' chilling fangs, she rarely praised Loki, saying, “Heavens, Loki is truly amazing!”

This made Thanes furrow his brow slightly.

Was there a possibility that Loki was pretending to be brave?

When it came to escaping, Loki was a professional.

He seemed to maintain a slow pace, as if he could be caught and clubbed to death by the frost giants at any moment.

In reality, his true body was already invisible, leaving behind only an illusion to constantly lure the enemies. Moreover, Loki had the leisure to constantly change direction, ensuring that the giants behind him continued to converge.

This tactic of constantly luring opponents to change their formation and direction, like a shepherd dog herding sheep, was actually Loki's first time using it, yet he seemed as if he had practiced it thousands of times, displaying incredible skill.

This scene stunned Laufey.

Even though Thanes had made the arrangements, she realized for the first time that her son Loki possessed this talent!

Under the astonished gaze of the Fárbauti family, Loki led over a hundred giants to charge recklessly, during which some of the giants squeezed together, smashing into each other and causing bloody head injuries.

The giants roared, waving clubs made of giant trees, vowing to smash that hateful traitor Loki into mincemeat. They had long been driven to irrationality by Loki's trash talk, completely unaware that they had entered a basin that was difficult to climb out of.

When the time was ripe, Thanes blew the horn of action.

“Ooh—Ooh—Ooh—”

The life-threatening horn sounded, deep and majestic. It was like a starting gun that split the heavens and the earth, announcing the beginning of a new era belonging solely to the Aesir.

First, on the high cliffs at the entrance of the basin, the frost giant Fárbauti bulged his muscles to the limit, with earthworm-like blood vessels appearing on the surface of his arms and leg muscles.

With a mighty roar from Fárbauti, a boulder even taller than him, weighing tens of thousands of tons, crashed down, blocking the entrance of the basin, which was less than forty meters wide.

At the same time, Laufey, with her two sons and a group of female giants, used giant clubs to smash open the wall of the adjacent ice pool.

The Jötunheimr world was originally formed when Surtur, the ancestor of the fire giants, wielded a fiery giant sword, causing endless flames to intersect with the cold air of the frozen earth, creating the current ice and snow world. This included not only the frozen land for thousands of miles but also the poisonous misty world, and naturally, the cold pool filled with a mixture of ice and water.

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The sound of the earth-shattering flood, measured in [tons], was so penetrating that it immediately caused the giants about to be hit by the flood to panic.

These giants, with their deficient intelligence, some tried to turn back and exit the basin, others looked blankly at the arrival of the flood, at a loss. Still, others chased after the damned Loki regardless.

They were in complete chaos.

At this moment, Loki himself had run, panting, to the exit of the basin, which was about a hundred meters wide.

There, stood a male god who seemed small, but gave people the feeling of standing tall and firm—the current Allfather, Thanes.

Seeing his nephew complete the task beautifully, Thanes, who always seemed dull, rarely showed a smile: “Well done, Loki! Leave the rest to me!”

What a scene of chaos and panic among the giants.

How could there be a collective charge of a hundred giants?

Only a few stragglers actually reached Thanes.

Thanes roared: “Die!”

Along with his thunderous roar, his divine body suddenly grew taller.

10 meters, 20 meters, 30 meters!

He turned into a giant ten stories high, completely blocking the only remaining exit for the giants.

Facing the closest giant with a distorted face, Thanes casually threw a boulder the size of a truck head.

“Bang!”

Accompanied by a sonic boom-like explosion, was an extremely beautiful critical hit.

This was no longer a matter of a head exploding like a smashed watermelon. Under Thanes' great power, the giant actually turned into 'one piece here, another piece there'. It was estimated that even after searching the ground, one would not be able to reassemble a human figure.

Looking at the pairs of shocked, angry, and crazily twisted fiery eyes opposite him, Thanes excitedly patted his broad chest, making a thumping sound, and imitating the lines taught by his dear son:

“Come, come, come! I'm going to fight a hundred!”