Chapter 455: Difficult Dog Training

Atrium, Heath Island.

A deep green pool was rippled by the wind, and the bright sunshine sprinkled on the isolated island like a grain of sand, bringing a lazy warmth.

Lorne sat on a flat rock under the shade of a tree, leisurely fishing with his fishing rod.

“Crash!”

With a clear sound of water flowing out, a fat river fish was thrown onto the shore and landed on a patch of green grass, flapping its wings continuously.

"Why are you eating fish again? I feel like vomiting whenever I smell fish lately."

Holo broke off a branch, squatted on the ground and moved the tenacious fish. A pair of brown wolf ears lay down listlessly, and one hand supported the deformed cheek, with a reluctant look on her face.

"You stole my wine and then destroyed the house, ruining all the food I stored?" Luo En snorted coldly, then glanced at the unfilial daughter behind him, "Didn't I ask you to stay in the temple? Why did you run out again?"

Hearing that unfriendly tone, Holo felt a dull pain in her buttocks. She couldn't help but shrink her neck and rushed over to hug the breeder's neck, answering affectionately:

"Isn't this missing you?"

With an expressionless face, Lorne drew out the magic sword Levadin, which had turned into a dead branch, from the magic array and looked at Holo behind him:

"Give you a chance to reorganize your language."

Under the threat of family law, Holo's body trembled, and she confessed with a helpless smile:

"Dad, confinement is too torturous for the wolf. Staying in that small house is like being in prison! How about we change the punishment method?"

"What do you want?"

"Will you let me help you in the fields?"

Holo looked back and saw the breeze blowing through the wheat stubble in the field, creating golden waves, which was beautiful. The remaining wheat fragrance filled her nostrils, making her feel relaxed and happy.

Compared to being locked up in a small dark room in the temple, she naturally preferred to lie in the field, basking in the afternoon sun and smelling the fragrance of wheat grains and plants.

After all, with her noble status, those mortals would never really let her work hard in the fields.

If you get bored, you can suddenly jump out to scare the people on the roadside and the rabbits in the wild. When you are tired of playing, you can jump into the lake to take a bath. This is what life is all about.

As beautiful fantasies emerged in her mind, wolf-like cunning floated in Holo's eyes, and the tail behind her shook happily unconsciously.

However, a disdainful snort followed:

"You wish! The work in the fields is almost done at this time, why would we let you out? To enjoy yourself? Don't think I don't know that you want to take this opportunity to go out and have fun!"

The beautiful fantasy was shattered by the cold reality, and Holo immediately hung her head with a pitiful look on her face.

But Luo En already knew the character of this unfilial daughter and was not moved at all:

"Go back to the temple immediately. You are not allowed to come out before three months!"

Fenrir, the God-Eating Wolf, is not an innocent little white flower. She may seem harmless and pure on the surface, but she has the arrogance and cunningness of a wolf in her bones. She is the type who will do anything wrong if she is not disciplined. If she is not strictly controlled, there is no telling what kind of trouble she will cause.

It is for this reason that Lorne, the old father and breeder, would use various methods to potentially tame Holo and temper her temperament.

In addition to being used for confinement, the temple is also a place where the power of faith is strongest.

The harvest festivals currently being held by humans in various places often contain a vision of a better life. This power can not only accelerate Holo's growth, but also allow her to gradually wash away the ferocity of the [Devil Wolf] and further embrace the divinity of the [Wise Wolf]. If all goes well, Holo in the future may really be able to integrate folklore legends from places like Germany and become another form of the god of abundance and life.

It can be said that for the sake of his unfilial daughter, the old father Loen has put a lot of thought into it behind the scenes.

After hearing her old father's order, even though Holo was very reluctant, she just turned around and returned to the temple.

Well, pretty obedient.

Loen nodded with satisfaction, and looking at the buoy being pulled down into the lake, he felt even happier. He couldn't help but shake his wrist, ready to catch the newly caught fish.

"Bang!"

However, with a loud bang, a high column of water splashed up from the lake surface. A petite figure rushed into the lake, pulled out a lively river fish from the water with each hand, and raised it triumphantly above his head.

"Dad, let me help you catch fish! I catch a lot!"

At this time, on the shore, Loen, who was soaked by the lake water, raised his hands to pull away the water plants above his head, and then picked up the fishing rod that was broken into two pieces on the ground. The smile on his face gradually twisted:

"Okay, okay, you don't have to go anywhere today..."

Hearing the gentle tone, Holo in the lake pricked up her ears in response, hurriedly dropped the river fish in her hand, and rushed to the other side with her butt in her arms.

"Stop, I'm going to beat you to death today!"

On the shore, Lorne sneered grimly, and was about to give his unfilial daughter another meal of bamboo shoots and fried pork, when the sky was thundering violently, and a golden meteor passed through the rainbow light film on the edge of Asgard and shot into the misty Vanaheim, erupting with a violent roar and majestic roar:

"Outsiders, if you want to fight, then fight!"

As a divine weapon made of the world tree, Gungnir is also known as the "Great God's Declaration". When it falls, the voice given to it by Odin is also transmitted to every corner of the nine kingdoms through the roots of the world tree.

At this moment, hearing the echo, Loen turned around and looked quietly at the rainbow light band falling from the sky.

A team of fully armed Asgardian guards, holding golden scrolls, stepped forward quickly:

"Lord Loki, the Vanir have sent an envoy to declare war on us. His Majesty wants you to return to Asgard immediately and join him in the battle!"

"Okay, I got it!"

Lorne took the scroll and nodded seriously.

Holo, who heard the noise, came back at some point, counting on her fingers, and spoke eagerly:

"Dad, you're going to the battlefield? Fighting those outsiders from Vanaheim, right? How about taking me with you? I'm super powerful!"

Lorne glanced at Holo, whose face was red with excitement, and then smiled at the Asgardian guard who was reporting in front of him:

"You guys go back first, I'll be there soon after I finish some personal business!"

Sensing that something was wrong, the guards turned around and retreated decisively.

Then, after gaining a private space, Lorne's twisted smile revealed a hint of sinisterness:

"Now, no one will bother us."

When Holo smelled the murderous aura that was as tangible as a substance, her face changed drastically and she immediately wanted to escape and beg for mercy.

But the two broken pieces of fishing rod fell like raindrops, knocking her to the ground in an instant, bringing piercing pain to her troubled buttocks.

“Pah pah pah pah!”

The fishing rod, which almost left an afterimage, played a rapid and passionate melody. Both the force and speed were several times faster than before, causing Holo to scream continuously.

But Loen was not moved at all, and even increased his strength.

He was about to go to war, and it was unknown how long the battle with the Vanir would last. In order to make Holo stay in the temple obediently while he was on the battlefield, the best way was to beat her half to death first.

Therefore, beating is love, scolding is love, and when love is deep, it is enough to kick to death.

Dad, this is all for your good!

I don’t know if Holo sensed the good intentions, but her screams became even louder.

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A few hours later, a refreshed figure crossed the rainbow bridge and arrived in Asgard.

At this time, the entire Asgard was filled with a tense atmosphere. Warships built by dwarves and engraved with runes gathered outside the city. A large number of fully armed guards lined up outside the city and boarded the warships one after another.

"You're back?"

Odin, wearing golden armor, a horned helmet and holding the Spear of Eternity, rode over on his horse and breathed a sigh of relief.

Loen nodded, then took the tray from the guard, changed into the black combat uniform that was very characteristic of Asgard, and followed the last wave of Asgard guards to board the ship with Odin.

"Set off!"

Following Odin's order, the runes on the hulls flickered and lit up, and one cedar warship after another rose into the air amid the floating light patterns and sailed into the Rainbow Bridge connecting to Vanaheim.

Passing through the dense sea of clouds and lingering fog, the Asgardian fleet successfully arrived at an open plain.

At this moment, Vanaheim's army had also gathered on the other side. Whether in terms of the number of troops or the aura of divinity, they were no weaker than the Aesir.

Since it was still in the primitive mythological era, both sides attached great importance to martial ethics. Not only did they agree on the battlefield in advance, they also patiently waited for each other to form battle formations and prepare.

Of course, it is also possible that they just want to take this opportunity to defeat the opponent with an upright army, make the opponent completely submit, and prepare for the subsequent integration and annexation.

On the deck, Loen, the god of conspiracy, was speculating on his opponent's intentions with the greatest malice while waiting for the war between gods to begin.

When the Asgardian army completed its assembly and preparations for battle, Odin threw the Spear of Eternity in his hand without hesitation.

Golden streams of light passed over the heads of the Aesir army, and runes that appeared in the air fell into the army like raindrops, merging into the bodies of the Asgardians, providing the soldiers with divine protection and making them almost invulnerable.

But the Vanir on the opposite side were not to be outdone. Gulveig the Light, who had once fought with Odin, raised his magic wand and cast his most proficient Said witchcraft. Together with a large number of priestesses dressed in the same way, they built a huge life force field, bestowing the power of immortality to all the Vanir.

The next moment, the two sides, whose eyes met, simultaneously issued orders to attack, and the armies of the Aesir and the Vanir rushed towards each other like a tide, and the first large-scale war of gods in the Norse Age of Gods unfolded on this open battlefield.

As a native and the current ruler of the Norse Gods, Odin not only has the army of gods composed of Asgard as the main force, but also the light elves who are good at magic and bows and arrows, and the dwarves who are good at forging and research and development as servants.

As the horn of war officially sounded, the magic and arrows of the Light Elves, the heavy artillery and giant crossbows operated by the Dwarves, and the javelins and battle axes of the Aesir fell on the Vanir camp like a meteor rain.

The fierce attack instantly knocked down the first group of Vanir who rushed up.

But in the blink of an eye, those Vanir warriors whose arms were cut off, chests were pierced, and heads were smashed, glowing with green light, and stood up shakily. Their flesh and broken limbs were reattached to their bodies, and they quickly regenerated.

Odin also recalled some unpleasant memories, and he immediately ordered the main Aesir army to move out with a dark face.

The golden-armored soldiers, armed to the teeth and protected by runes, charged forward and chiseled into the camp of the Warner army like a sharp spike.

As weapons were swung and divine power burst out, the surrounding Warner warriors fell to the ground like wheat cut by a sickle.

But although they were slightly inferior in strength, they had an almost immortal ability and were able to stand up again in a moment.

The brave Asgardians attacked again without hesitation, knocking down the enemies who rushed up in droves. But they soon found that no matter beheading, arm cutting, or abdominal disembowelment, they could not completely kill the opponents.

Even some Vanir warriors who were left with only their skeletons could calmly pick up the fallen organs and eyeballs from the ground, brush off the dust, and put them back into their bodies.

The bizarre scene was so bizarre that even the Aesir warriors, who were used to seeing blood, felt sick to their stomachs. The light elves in the back who had some mysophobia turned pale and vomited violently with their heads down.

At this time on the battlefield, the Aesir warriors on one side were extremely brave and difficult to kill; while the Warner warriors on the other side were extremely tenacious and could not be killed no matter what.

Therefore, this grand war between gods gradually came to a stalemate, and even took on a sense of comicality that was inconsistent with the bloodiness.

This damned Said witchcraft!

Odin's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He immediately raised the Spear of Eternity in his hand and mobilized the power of the World Tree, trying to destroy the life field constructed by Gulveig.

However, he found that the effect was minimal.

"Did they choose the battlefield?" asked Loen from the side.

Odin nodded, his face darkening.

At this moment, he understood that the Vanir had not been idle during this period of time. After they suffered a loss, they learned from their mistakes and gradually completed the divinity erosion of the entire Vanaheim.

Now, it is difficult for the power of the World Tree to restrict Gulveig's Said witchcraft in this environment.

But I realized it too late and fell into Warner's trap.

"Warfare is an art. Use your brain more before going to war next time." Lorne patted Odin on the shoulder and gave him earnest advice.

Compared with the mature system of city-state wars and large-scale wars between gods in Greece, which required repeated tricks, this war between gods in Northern Europe was too primitive.

After all, this land that gave birth to berserkers and Vikings has always lacked fertile ground for tactics and strategy.

Even if Odin drank the water from the Fountain of Wisdom, he would not be able to raise his military command to the level of a god of war.

In short, it’s still too tender.

Fortunately, as one of the few smart people in the Nordic world, Odin was somewhat humble and willing to learn. After secretly keeping Lorne's reminder in mind, he raised the Spear of Eternity in his hand, locked onto the familiar breath in the Warner camp, and threw it with all his might.

Since it is impossible to break the life force field formed by Sayde's witchcraft, let's kill that woman Gulveig first so that she has no time to take care of the battlefield.

"when!"

However, a golden light also shot out from the Warner camp, knocking the Spear of Eternity away.

Then, two streaks of light that had lost their target flew into the hands of their respective owners.

Seeing the familiar figure holding a golden sword and carrying white swan wings, dancing in the air, Loen's lips curled up.

Valkyrie Freya!

"Old rules?"

"One for each person!"

The two men looked at each other, jumped up in tacit understanding, and rushed towards their respective opponents on the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)