Chapter 456: Can you do it, Freya?
High in the sky.
Seeing the familiar golden-red light rising from the Asa camp, flashing in front of her eyes and then flying away into the distance, Freya understood what it meant and rode her horse to catch up.
As they arrived at a large, deserted place, Loen looked back with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
At this time, Freya wore a silver helmet decorated with feathers, a blood-red tight-fitting battle robe, a small round shield in one hand and a golden sword of victory in the other, and rode a small and powerful white winged Pegasus. With her gorgeous face and cold temperament, she gave people the feeling of a rose on the battlefield.
Luo En raised his hand slightly and summoned the Flame Sword from the magic array, and said jokingly:
"How dare you follow me? You are quite brave. You ran away last time, but you may not be so lucky this time."
"Humph, it's still unclear who will win or lose!"
Freya responded with a sneer, her eyes full of arrogance, and she was obviously quite dissatisfied with her last defeat.
The two men exchanged glances from a distance, and then without saying a word, they attacked each other with swords.
Freya's sword was full of vigor, and with the automatic enemy-seeking function of the Sword of Victory, it transformed into endless golden waves, which pressed towards the opponent from all directions with tremendous force, making people feel insignificant as if they were on the boundless ocean.
Loen raised the burning flaming magic sword and wielded it freely, such as smashing, poking, stabbing and sweeping. It was like a fallen oar, seemingly fragile and small, but it could always cut through the waves and carry his small boat upstream.
Seeing her opponent's nonchalant look, Freya's pride was immediately ignited. She gritted her teeth and increased the pace of her attack several times. The divine power in her body gushed out like a tsunami, setting off an even more overwhelming golden air wave, trying to crush the "small boat" in the center of the storm in one fell swoop.
Facing the powerful attack, Loen still raised his sword, swung it, blocked, and counterattacked calmly.
Tempered by the flames of war, his swordsmanship, although not unrivaled, had at least reached perfection, so every move he made was just right, without wasting a single bit of his power.
Seeing that they were unable to take the city after a long time of attack, Freya became even more anxious.
quick!
Faster!
See how long you can hold on!
The Valkyrie, eager to win, increased her speed and power to the extreme, and even abandoned the Pegasus that slowed down her pace.
But no matter how she changed her moves or how she burst out, the golden edge of the Sword of Victory could never get within three feet of her opponent.
It was as if there was an indestructible wall of steel that could easily block the winds from all directions.
Seeing beads of sweat gradually oozing out of Freya's forehead, Lorne "kindly" suggested:
"Are you okay? Do you want to stop and catch your breath?"
Hearing these words that seemed caring but were actually sarcastic, Freya's blood boiled immediately:
“You bastard…”
However, the moment she opened her mouth, her breath, which was in sync with the sword's momentum, stagnated for a moment.
Chance!
Luo En narrowed his eyes, and the flaming sword in his hand immediately burst out with a hundred-foot-long light.
Sensing the terrifying divine power contained therein, Freya's face suddenly changed, and she quickly held the sword of victory to her chest to block.
But as the saying goes, "what is strong is easily broken" and "too much is as bad as too little".
Because the previous attack left no room for maneuver, her hasty changes of tactics were full of loopholes, and the divine power she temporarily mobilized could not contend with the long-planned flames.
"boom!"
Amidst the thunderous roar, the auroras converged, and the blazing flames shattered the endless golden waves all around, almost evaporating the entire ocean.
"Bang!"
The sword of victory in Freya's hand flew out with a wail, and her body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string. Her originally beautiful face turned sickly pale, and a trace of golden-red divine blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.
Sensing that the fire power invading her body was madly destroying her divinity and vitality, Freya barely flapped her wings to steady her body and tried to fly to the Vanir camp.
As long as she can get there, the life force field built by the Vanir gods will help her recover quickly.
However, this obvious intention could not be hidden from Loen's eyes.
In other words, he intentionally guided and controlled the overall situation from the very beginning.
Therefore, almost at the same time when Freya had this thought, two sharp crescent-shaped sword lights flashed through the air and cut off the two swan wings vibrating behind Freya.
“Woo~!”
Freya, who was in sensory communication with him, groaned and her body slammed into the ground uncontrollably, stirring up dust all over the ground.
Just as she managed to calm herself down and climb out of the deep pit, a dark red sword pierced through the smoke and dust at lightning speed and rested on her fair neck:
"General, don't move."
Lorne smiled and spoke, the tip of the sword moving closer to Freya's fragile throat, forcing the Valkyrie to lower her arm that was trying to recall the Sword of Victory and honestly recognize her identity as a prisoner.
Looking at that pretty face full of indignation, Luo En couldn't help but shake his head secretly.
Silly child, did you think the two defeats were just coincidences?
If you don't stay in the life force field constructed by the Vanir Protoss and dare to come over to fight me, you've already lost the initiative; and you can't suppress your temper at the slightest provocation, so the rhythm of your attack is disrupted... With all these negative factors combined, it's strange that you can win.
You can’t beat me with your hard power, and you can’t beat me with your tricks.
So, no matter how many times, you will always be the loser.
After muttering to himself for a while, Loen lifted the defeated opponent's smooth chin with the tip of his sword and said jokingly:
"Let's go, it's time to meet your people."
"You want to threaten them with me? Dream on!"
Freya raised her eyebrows and sneered, then rushed towards the sword.
Upon seeing this, Loen quickly withdrew his magic sword Levadin and slashed Freya on the back of her neck with a knife, knocking her out.
Looking at the wound on the opponent's throat and the golden-red divine blood stained on the sword blade, Loen was a little amused.
Would rather die than surrender? You must be so fierce.
Forget it, let’s catch him first.
Having made up his mind, Loen grabbed Freya from the ground and flew back to the Asa camp.
At this time, after a period of fierce fighting, the plain that served as the battlefield was already full of pits and corpses. One after another, the Aesir's floating warships fell to the ground with black smoke. Instead, the Vanir warriors riding on Pegasus occupied most of the sky.
Obviously, the situation is developing in a direction that is unfavorable to the Aesir.
After all, even if Odin blessed the entire Aesir army before the war, making them invulnerable and extremely brave, they would eventually get tired and exhausted.
This is a common problem among Berserkers and is unavoidable.
But the Vanir, protected by their life field, continued to regenerate and survived hundreds of battles. The longer the time went on, the more advantageous it was for them.
Odin, who rushed into the Vanir camp and wanted to deal with Gulveig, also retreated in disgrace.
The reason is simple. As an older and more mature system of gods, the Vanir has more than one main god, Gulveig.
The one who stopped Odin this time was a Vanir god named Njord.
He holds power over summer, ocean, storms, fisheries, wealth, etc. He possesses extraordinary combat power and is also the king of the Vanir gods.
With the cooperation of Gulveig, Odin, who was outnumbered two, naturally didn't gain any advantage.
However, when he saw Lorne carrying Freya back to the battlefield, the gloom on his face was immediately replaced by joy, and the morale of the Aesir gods, who were in a slump, was greatly boosted.
On the contrary, several leaders of the Vanir tribe changed their expressions when they saw their Valkyries being captured.
“Hurry up and save them!”
The Vanir God King Njord, who was tall and thin and surrounded by the breeze and sunshine, immediately gave the order.
The handsome young man next to him, who looked somewhat similar to Freya, immediately mounted his Pegasus, ready to organize his forces and launch an aerial assault.
He is Freya's brother, the god of fertility, Frey.
However, before Frey could move, a low, cold snort stopped Frey's actions:
"What are you trying to save? Do you think this is just a game? Stop it!"
Gulveig the Light walked out from the army with a magic wand in hand.
"But mother, that's my sister, your daughter!"
Frey's face was full of grievance, and he held the reins tightly.
Gulveig glanced at his son and scolded him coldly:
"Shut up! This is a battlefield, you should address me as a priest!"
"Yes, High Priest..."
Under the pressure of his mother, Frey could only lower his head obediently, but his young face was full of resentment.
Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Njord on the throne couldn't help but laugh dryly and try to smooth things over:
"High Priest, why don't you let Frey give it a try? Maybe you can get Freya back."
"Do you think this is just a game? Even Freya is no match for that man. What can he do there? Become the second prisoner?"
Gulveig scolded him without any politeness, without any respect for the Vanir God King in his words.
However, faced with such transgression and rudeness, Niold was like a mouse seeing a cat, and dared not utter a word in rebuttal.
Because, among the Vanir gods who control the ocean, life, and fertility, the authority of the goddess exceeds that of the male god, and the status of the priest is higher than that of the king of gods.
In a sense, she is the actual ruler of the Vanir clan.
And more importantly, she is the biological sister of this God King.
In addition to the divine name of Gulveig the Light, she also has the aliases of Narsus, the goddess of fertility, and Frigga, the goddess of marriage and family, as well as twelve divine incarnations, including Saga (Word), El (Kindness), Geffjon (Giving), Fulla (Adviser), Finn (Love), Lofen (Approval), Farah (Oath), Val (Truth), Lynn (Objection), Helin (Guardian), Snotla (Wisdom), and Gena (Messenger).
Seeing her brother's fearful expression, Gulveig, or rather Frigga, shook her head in disappointment and snorted coldly:
"Keep an eye on your son, don't let him get in the way!"
Njord smiled dryly and nodded, signaling with his eyes that Frey should loosen the reins and retreat back to the camp.
But Niold, who had always been in a weak position, could not control his young and energetic son at all.
Upon seeing this, Frigga slapped Frey in the face and ordered coldly:
“Go back!”
Under the tyranny of his mother, Frey covered his swollen cheek and had to let go of the reins, giving up the idea of going out to fight to rescue his sister.
Looking at the father and son who lowered their heads and dared not look her in the eye, the disappointment in Frigga's eyes became even stronger.
As the only two remaining main gods of the Vanir, she had to combine with her brother Njord to give birth to a powerful bloodline in order to expand the fighting power of the Vanir.
The Valkyrie Freya and the God of Fertility Frey are their common offspring.
But Njord's character was too soft. Even though she personally helped him ascend to the throne of the God-King, he still lacked the deterrence and strategy that a God-King should have. This made Frigga very dissatisfied, and she had to change various identities and lead the Vanir to seek development.
After a long period of wandering on the sea and exploring outside the world, they finally came to this new world of the Age of Gods and gradually took root in a country called Vanaheim.
In the peaceful life of the past, the God-King Njord could still hold up the situation, but now facing the issue of life and death of the Vanir, his courage and strategy have exposed serious deficiencies.
Perhaps, only by replacing Warner with a stronger and wiser king can this problem be fundamentally solved.
But thinking about this now was useless, so Frigga gathered her troubled thoughts and waved her hand in a disinterested manner:
"Give the order to withdraw the troops."
Upon hearing this, Njord felt as if he had been pardoned. He immediately ordered the Vanir warriors to retreat. At the same time, he used his power to summon clouds to provide cover and protection.
Similarly, Odin, the king of the gods of the Aesir, did not dare to pursue easily.
On the one hand, he had suffered at the hands of Njord and Frigga, and was not sure of winning.
On the other hand, the Aesir had suffered heavy casualties in the previous battle. If they insisted on going deeper, they would probably fall into the trap set by the Vanir again. And if the enemy chose to outflank them and destroy the teleportation array of the Rainbow Bridge, cutting off the Aesir's retreat, the Aesir's main force would become an isolated force, which would probably lead to a large-scale rout, and the loss would outweigh the gain.
Seeing that Odin did not act rashly and choose to pursue, Lorne couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He returned to the Aesir's camp with the prisoners in his hands and followed the large army to retreat to Asgard in an orderly manner.
As the colorful bands of light disappeared from Vanaheim, a grand war between gods ended temporarily in a whimpering way.
After returning to Asgard, Lorn pointed at the prisoners in his hands and asked Odin:
"What about her?"
"According to Asa's rules, you have to deal with your spoils yourself!"
Odin answered with a laugh, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
Then he said goodbye to Loen and led the army back to the city to rest.
And Loen looked up and down at the prisoner in his hand, his eyes immediately looked at the streamlined silver armor on Freya's body that fit her curves perfectly, his eyes flickering faintly.
Swan feathers? That seems like a good research topic.
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At night, joyful drinking and rough singing echoed over Asgard, and the aroma of food and the sweet smell of mead filled the air from the Golden Palace.
As a reward for their bravery in killing the enemies, Odin held a banquet in the Golden Palace to entertain the most outstanding warriors of the Aesir.
Originally, Loen was also invited, but he declined the celebration on the grounds of being tired. He hid in the temple alone and studied his trophies with great interest.
Of course, it was the swan feather garment...
The fabric of this thing is very unique. It has no weight at all, as if it were woven from clouds and mist, and it feels similar to human skin.
Out of curiosity, Lorne couldn't help but touch it and even tried to bite it with his teeth.
“Woo~!”
At this moment, the figure who was tied up and thrown in the corner of the temple also woke up synchronously, twisting her graceful body and making strange groans. Her pair of eyes like cutting water looked at someone who was touching and biting the swan feather with shame and anger, and her eyes froze into ice.
Seeing Freya's reaction, Loen's hands froze and he put down the swan feather robe awkwardly.
It seems that this thing probably has a certain interactive effect with the user's senses.
(End of this chapter)
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