The Death Knell

Hearing the rooster's crow, Frigga and Sif couldn't help but look even uglier. Even the horses they were riding seemed to feel their master's mood, and their pace couldn't help but speed up, and the black snow on the ground was kicked away. Flying around.

But the 'giant tree' Daksu, who can walk side by side with them, still has an unchanging look on his face, and still has that honest smile on his face. His breath turns to frost on his long brown beard, which makes people see it. It looks very funny.

"You are truly a warrior. Facing Ragnarok, our destined destination, you are still so calm." The woods were too dense to walk on horseback, so the two women walked on the edge of the forest belt.

Sif could barely keep up with the man's pace. She was out of breath running in the calf-deep black snow, but the man didn't even shed a drop of sweat.

The tall, half-giant man smiled, showing his yellow teeth, and the strong smell of alcohol spread:

"If you dance often, you can be like me. You know, dancing can solve all problems. There is nothing better than dancing."

Sif, who was still a little worried at first, was amused. The so-called dancing mentioned by the men in Asgard was nothing more than drinking around the campfire, wrestling and fighting with her companions, and then sleeping with women when the night got late.

In the past few hundred years, every time Loki wanted to take Thor and the Three Warriors to do bad things, he would secretly say that he would sneak away to Midgard to dance, and Sif was not allowed to follow.

As a result, she followed him secretly one time, and she saw such a scene, drinking, wrestling, and sleeping with women.

Thor found ten strong Nordic women to play a multiplayer game that day. Sif felt very proud. She was relieved to see the man she loved so popular, so she silently stood guard at the bedroom door for Thor all night. .

Thinking about it today, she feels very happy, but a little regretful. She hasn't tried it with Thor yet, and she is about to die.

What is the world like after death? Can Thor still be seen?

Thinking of this, the smile on her face disappeared again, turning into confusion and helplessness.

"Don't worry, Ms. Sif, I won't let you and the Queen die." Daksu touched the ice on his beard and casually stood the tree trunk he was carrying next to him: "I swear by my 'giant tree', you can Make it through Ragnarok safely.”

The Hall of Valor was right in front of her, but Sif had never felt that the golden door was so scary like she did today.

The pig head on the door seemed to be staring at them with its frozen white eyes, but the eagle that always came to eat pork in the past was not there, and its gaze that claimed to be able to see everything in Asgard was absent.

She forced a smile and shook her head: "Silly man, you don't understand the horror of Ragnarok, but thank you for your kindness. Let us die together today, and use our bones to let people in the future witness As Gard’s glory!”

"It's a deal, brave lady! For Asgard!" The strong man also became excited and shouted like this, patting the wood.

The two enthusiastically punched each other's shoulders with their fists and hugged each other vigorously with the etiquette of comrades-in-arms, while Frigga behind them looked at the tall figure among them with strange eyes.

‘Why does it feel like he’s dealing with something? There is no desire for honor or similar emotions in his eyes, but more like the aging Odin, only calm and calm...'

But the Queen quickly shook her head.

A young warrior with an unfamiliar name, no more than two hundred years old at most, how could he be qualified to be compared with Odin?

I must have received too much mental stimulation today and had hallucinations.

"Open the door, Sif, go in and tell the fearless heroes that the final battle has begun and the time to fulfill your glorious promise has arrived." Frigga pointed to the door under the pig's head and asked her shieldmaiden to get down to business.

"As you command, Queen." Sif made a gesture of invitation, indicating that the two of them should get out of the way in front of the main entrance.

When the army of heroic spirits is dispatched, those souls that are about to go crazy will inevitably surge through the woods, through the city, and even jump out of the city wall to reach the battlefield like a flood that bursts a bank.

Kill the enemy there, or be killed by the enemy, that's where they end up.

Sif took out a small silver horn from under the cloak at her waist. She blew it at the door of the Hall of Valor, and the deep sound echoed in the forest, like the cry of a wild beast.

The golden door slowly opened. The door, which was large enough for hundreds of people to pass through, was actually voice-activated. Warm breath flowed out from the long house along with the dazzling golden light, but the specific situation inside the house could not be seen from the outside.

It was a separate pocket space that only those with permission could enter.

"I......"

Sif turned her head to confirm with the Queen for the last time.

"Go ahead, kid."

Frigga nodded affirmatively. Even if joining the heroic army could only delay a few hours, she still wanted her son to live for a few more hours so that she could take another look.

The figure of the Valkyrie disappeared, her crimson cloak blending into the strong light at the door, while the queen and the brave warrior outside the door stood silently in the snow.

"This day came earlier than I imagined." Ten seconds later, the queen broke the silence. The tip of her nose was a little red from the cold, and her golden hair was messy in the wind: "Young man, are you married? Yes. Child?"

"Not yet, but I have a sweetheart. She is from Vanaheim." The giant tree Daxu patted his belly, and his simple leather armor made a strange sound like it was freezing: "She is very good at riding a horse. Boat is also good at water magic and is very kind to me. As long as I am at home, she will give me barbecue."

Frigga nodded slowly, blinking her eyes as if thinking:

"You are a very powerful warrior. You can resist energy attacks with just a tree trunk. You should have reproduced as many descendants as possible to spread the bloodline more widely... But why is there only one good friend? Didn't she do her best to become an immortal? Is it my duty as a palace lady to help you find a few more spouses?"

"I should ask you this, Your Majesty, you are the goddess of marriage and family, aren't you?" The strong man scratched the top of his head, showing a puzzled expression.

The Queen smiled, then sighed and shook her head, her long hair brushing the plush edge of the hooded cloak: "Unfortunately, it's too late today. Our lives are always full of all kinds of regrets. I don't know that Vanaheim and How is my sister? The City of Thousand Sails does not have as complete a defense mechanism as the Golden Palace..."

Her thoughts jumped to Gullweger again, perhaps thinking of the years when the sisters were estranged, and she felt sorry for it.

But at this moment, a roar came from the Hall of Heroes, and in the next second, all the five hundred and forty doors opened, and the chaotic crowd poured out.

They were wearing fine armor, holding weapons given by Odin, laughing wildly, with red eyes, foaming at the mouth and rushing into the distance, really like a torrent bursting from a dam.

The visual impact of the real berserker group's charge was unimaginable, and the shouts alone seemed to shake the Golden Palace to the ground.

Even Daksu, who had always been calm, couldn't help but sigh. He clapped repeatedly with a smile on his face, waved his hands to cheer up the heroic spirits, and whispered as if talking to himself:

"Sixty million people are frothing at the same time. How spectacular is this? It's an eye-opener. It's an eye-opener this time..."