Chapter 450: Heavy Punch! Must Punch!
"Bang!"
A hideous giant head rolled to the ground, and golden-blue blood gushed out from the charred broken neck.
Seeing their leader's towering figure fall to the ground with a bang, the frost giants felt a chill in their hearts and cursed inwardly.
Damn black leather!
It was said that Odin was suppressing a rebellion in the Elven Kingdom and had taken away the main force of the Asgard. Asgard was now like a broken house. As long as the giants took the opportunity to kick it hard, the whole building would collapse...
Bullshit! Where did this monster that killed their leader with one sword come from? !
Seeing the handsome man raising the burning red giant sword in his hand again and walking over dozens of charred giants, the frost giants felt a strong threat of death and their morale plummeted. They instinctively retreated to the rear:
"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"
Several frost giant wizards who stayed outside the Rainbow Bridge heard the message from their companions and hurriedly waved their wands wrapped with dead vines, reciting obscure and difficult giant language.
A faint blue light band shot up into the sky, and the teleportation array leading to Jotunheim, the country of giants, was opened.
The frost giants took the opportunity to break away from the Asgard defenders, and after leaving behind corpses and wounded soldiers, they jumped into the teleportation channel one after another.
Seeing the enemy troops that invaded Asgard fleeing in panic, the victorious Aesir gods could not help but cheer loudly, shouting excitedly to the figure who led them to victory:
"Loki!"
"Loki!"
"Loki!"
Lorne turned around, smiled and waved, while loudly announcing:
"Thank you for your hard work, everyone. Today, there will be plenty of mead for everyone who goes out of the city to fight!"
Upon hearing the news, the Aesir warriors outside the city became even more excited. They quickly cleaned up the battlefield and surrounded Loen back to Asgard to enjoy the delicious food and sweet mead.
The Asa warrior who did not seize the opportunity to leave the city was very upset and made a secret decision in his heart.
If the Frost Giants dare to come again next time, they will definitely follow this powerful and generous god and behave well.
At night, the sweet aroma of wine and rich smell of meat filled the air. The Aesir warriors gathered in the hall either ate barbecued meat, drank mead from their glasses, or boasted about killing several giants... The noisy but cheerful noise filled the entire Temple of Glazheim.
Since humans in Midgard had not yet been born and the most lively Valhalla had not yet been built, although Odin's Golden Palace was large, it was not suitable for banquets due to its special nature and sacredness.
Therefore, the warriors of the Aesir usually gather and celebrate in this temple called "Grazheim", while the goddesses prefer the quieter and more elegant "Fangolf" temple.
As the former god of feast, these two temples are currently managed by Loen.
In other words, whether it is a drinking party or a silver party, he has the final say.
But in order not to be blamed for the future corruption of the Nordic atmosphere, Loen was only responsible for providing drinks and food, and resolutely prohibited any form of mob behavior in the two temples he managed.
Seeing the atmosphere gradually becoming heated, Lorne, who was hosting the banquet, couldn't help but be infected. He picked up a horn wine glass and walked around the hall, enjoying this exotic celebration.
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A few days later.
As soon as Odin, who had returned from the Elven Kingdom with his troops, rushed into the temple, he gave Lorne a big hug:
"Loki, my good brother, I made the right choice to leave Asgard to you to guard!"
"You look like your mouth is covered with honey. You look around as soon as you enter the room. I think you are greedy for my mead, right?"
Lorne cursed and laughed as he poured Odin a cup of steaming mead and handed it to him.
Odin grabbed the cup and drank, laughing and complimenting:
"Haha, you are worthy of being the god of trickery and wisdom praised by all the Aesir. Nothing can be hidden from you."
"When did I get these two titles?"
Lorne blinked, curious.
Odin wiped the wine stains on his beard and answered with a laugh:
"You devised a plan to kill the nearly invincible First Titan Ymir, and saw through and thwarted the conspiracy of the Frost Giants and Dark Elves to overthrow Asgard... You are so wise and far-sighted, shouldn't I call you that?"
"Forget about wisdom, but trickery doesn't seem like a good word, right?"
"We can't help it. After all, we didn't defeat Ymir head-on, and the way we defeated the Founding Titan wasn't very glorious either."
"Then why am I the God of Trickery?"
"You have made great contributions!"
“…”
Luo En's face darkened and he asked unhappily,
"What else do they call me behind my back besides wisdom and cunning?"
"There are many, such as the [God of Fire], the [God of Mead], and the [Lord of Joy and Feast]."
Odin counted on his fingers and explained the causes one by one.
The God of Fire got his name because of the heroic image of Lorne holding a flaming magic sword and defeating the frost giants.
The God of Mead, because Lorne can brew delicious mead, which makes almost all Asgardians crazy;
As for the lord of joy and banquets, there is naturally no need to say much, mainly because he is the person in charge of the assembly of the gods in Asgard.
After listening to this, Luo En nodded slightly.
Fortunately, there are no bad words, which proves that his image in the eyes of Asgardians is still pretty good.
At this moment, Odin, who had just drunk a glass of mead, still felt unsatisfied. He took off the golden armor that was in the way, picked up the jar of wine on the table, sat opposite Lorne, and drank it heartily.
Looking at the red and black blood stains on the inside of Odin's robe, Lorne couldn't help but frowned:
"Are you injured? Why? Is the rebellion of the dark elves very difficult this time?"
"Don't mention it..."
Odin put down the wine jar, smiled bitterly and waved his hand.
"Those unruly dark elves have completely turned against Asgard. Not only do they not recognize the Aesir's contribution to the creation of the world, they have also somehow hooked up with an underground evil god and chose to serve her as their master."
"The Underground Evil God?"
"Well, she looks like half human and half spider, and calls herself the Spider Goddess Rose. She likes to have her dark elves come to the surface to capture light elves and other races for sacrifice. Although her strength is not very strong, she is very troublesome in the special underground environment. When I first arrived in the Elven Kingdom, I was not prepared and was led into the underground tunnel by her design, and I was accidentally hit a few times."
"So you solved it?"
"Not yet. We just drove the dark elves and those things back to the depths of the cave and sealed the entrance temporarily."
Odin said this, scratching his messy long hair helplessly, looking quite annoyed.
Because the method of creating the world through sacrifice was too tricky, although Ymir's body and divinity were decomposed, part of her will still remained, and evil creatures such as the poisonous dragon Nidhogg, the hellhound Garm, the spider goddess Rose, and so on were born from the rotten shell.
Because they inherited the hatred and unwillingness of their ancestor Ymir, they are full of malice towards this new world, and are always thinking about destroying the nine kingdoms and returning everything to nothingness.
This brought serious disruption to the unity and prosperity of Asgard.
Luo En's eyes flashed, and he reminded seriously:
"They have faith, organization, and the idea of joining forces with the Frost Giants. These dark elves are no longer ordinary rebels. We must strike hard! Moreover, although they are underground, it is easier for them to get close to the trunk of the World Tree. If they attack this sacred tree that supports the nine kingdoms, the consequences will be disastrous."
Odin nodded in agreement, but his tone was quite helpless:
“I understand the principle, but where will the manpower come from?”
Although they own Asgard and have the achievement of creating the world, the Aesir have enemies almost everywhere.
The fire giants of the Fire Kingdom, the frost giants and mountain giants of the Giant Kingdom, and the outsiders who are ready to make a move in Vanaheim... He hasn't even dealt with these powerful opponents yet, so how could he have the energy to care about a small group of dark elves?
or……
Odin's eyes flashed, and he looked dimly at his good brother who always seemed to be able to create miracles.
"Loki, do you have any idea?"
“If you lack manpower, then create it.”
"create?"
"Yes. Create a group of new life forms in the image of the gods, reduce their divinity, improve their reproductive capacity, and allow them to reproduce rapidly on earth, providing Asgard with a steady supply of troops."
As Lorne spoke, he dipped his fingers in the mead and outlined the contours and locations of the nine kingdoms on the table, and continued to add.
"It's best to place them in the Atrium World. It's not only habitable, but also a transit station connecting the nine kingdoms. Once they gain a foothold here, they can serve as a buffer and outpost for Asgard, while cutting off the connection with hostile forces such as the Frost Giants, Fire Giants, Dark Elves, and Vanir, making it easier for us to deal with them one by one."
"Good idea, let's go now!"
Odin was overjoyed when he heard this, and a strong desire to create arose in his heart.
So he quickly threw down the half-drunk jar of wine, pulled his resourceful brother, crossed the rainbow bridge, and headed to the atrium world.
The blue water rushed towards the beach, and two pieces of driftwood floated to the shore.
One is from the ash tree and the other is from the elm tree.
As if there was a destiny in the dark, Odin subconsciously picked up the wood, and vaguely saw the human figure hidden in the wood texture. Then he reached back and pondered:
"Cursed Blade!"
Loen's eyes flashed, and he took out the cursed knife that presided over the original sacrifice from the magic circle diagram and handed it to Odin.
After taking the cursed knife, Odin held his breath and concentrated, following the mysterious voice in his mind, and carved the ash wood into the shape of a man and the elm wood into the shape of a woman.
But after the work was completed, the two wooden statues still did not show any signs of life.
"Let me do it."
Loen pondered and walked forward, took off the silver triangular amulet given to him by Odin from his chest, and clenched it gently.
The golden-red blood soaked the amulet, and the name of the Trinity of God lit up, blessing the two wooden statues one after another.
"Odin" gives it life and breathing, "Willy" gives it soul and wisdom, and "Vi" gives it body temperature and the senses of its five senses.
Thus, the life called "human" was born.
The man was named Askor by Odin, and the woman was named Ebola by Lorn.
"Loki, you come and teach them how to survive on the earth. I seem to have some premonition about making this world prosperous. I need to go back to Asgard!"
After saying this, Odin hurried into the Rainbow Bridge.
As he watched the figure disappear in the flowing light, Loen's eyes gradually became deep.
A premonition that makes the world prosperous?
Could it be that, with the perfection of the world, the three Nordic goddesses who are in charge of destiny have finally come online?
(End of this chapter)
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