Chapter 463 You are looking at a cake, it is big and round
A moment later, inside the Holy Spring of Urd.
Belldandy came back to his senses and picked up the black leather ancient book floating on the water. He suddenly had a headache and looked at Urd in the pool for help:
"Big sister, my little sister quits, what should we do now?"
"Why, you want to sell me too?"
Urd rolled his eyes at his sister and stood up and walked out of the holy spring.
The clear water slid down from the valley between the two proud peaks, passed through the belly that was so well-built that there was almost no fat, and flowed along the two round and straight thighs, returning to the holy spring, creating ripples in the pool.
As the goddess of fate walked closer step by step, the mist around her gradually dissipated, unable to conceal her proud figure at all.
As the brilliant leader of the three goddesses of Norn, she is like the brightest North Star in the night sky of the Nordic world. She not only possesses extraordinary magic, but also has a unique personality.
Her maturity and straightforwardness are like the sunshine at noon in midsummer, hot and pure, penetrating directly through the clouds and illuminating every dark corner; her unruly and heroic nature is like a herd of wild horses galloping on the boundless grassland, with the sound of hooves like thunder and majestic momentum, showing the most primitive freedom and wildness of life.
That is the world’s past and the most primitive form of life.
"Beldandi, have you also learned bad things from her? Bad kids must be punished!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Urd stretched out his arms, grinned evilly, and pressed his sister's head into his broad chest, letting her accept the punishment from fate.
Belldandi was caught off guard and was immediately overwhelmed by a feeling of suffocation. He fumbled around in the air with his hands, almost drowning in this boundless softness.
Finally, after a lot of struggle, she pulled half of her deformed pretty face out from between the two peaks and explained vaguely:
"Sister, I just want to ask what to do next..."
Seeing his sister's serious look, Urd immediately lost interest in teasing her. He lowered his arms, let go of the struggling Bellandi, and sat back on the stone platform beside the pool with some boredom.
Her two younger sisters, the third one, Shikoti, is rebellious and lively, with a fickle mind, so she is quite fun to tease; while the second one, Belladonni, is well-behaved, gentle and hardworking. Although she meets the characteristics of a goddess now, she is inevitably a bit old-fashioned, and even more decadent than her, the goddess of the past.
"Big sister?"
As Belldandy's call sounded again, Urd came back to his senses, glanced at his sister who was obsessed with work, and snorted:
"This is the mission given to Shikoti by Father God. What does it have to do with me?"
"If we fail to complete our mission on time, compose the Great Music, and awaken the Father, all three of us will be punished. For my little sister's sake, and for our sake, please help me this time."
Belldandy held the ancient black-covered book in his hand, and explained the pros and cons helplessly, trying to persuade his elder sister to take action.
Among the three goddesses of Norn, her eldest sister is the most powerful and has the authority to control the world tree Yggdrasil.
Urd rolled his eyes at his sister and spoke unhappily:
"It's easy for me to take action, but do you think Father God just randomly appoints someone?"
Angleberda – A harbinger of sadness…
This is not only the pseudonym given to the younger sister, Skoditi, but also the final chapter of the fate of the Nordic world.
Once Shikoti's divinity is combined with that outsider, the [future] can be fixed and the [Great Music] can be complete.
But the past that she controls, and the present that Belldandy controls, do not have this function.
The past has already happened and the present is ongoing. Neither is as easy to change and anchor as the future. Even if they intervene, the impact they can have on that person is probably extremely limited, and it may even backfire on themselves.
After hearing her elder sister's explanation, Belldandy thought for a moment and took the initiative to speak:
"Well, how about adding me? Let's try it together?"
"You really dote on her and take care of everything for her. No wonder that girl likes you so much..."
Urd pursed his lips and hummed softly, his tone slightly sour.
Belldandy blushed for a moment, then looked into her sister's eyes and answered seriously:
"If you were in trouble, I would do the same."
After hearing this, Urd's unhappy expression eased a little, and he thought about the feasibility of another strategy.
Even though Shikoti has given up the job, the future is still unclear.
But just as two points can form a straight line, if we use the [past] that she controls and the [present] that Belldandi manages as anchor points, perhaps we can also complete the [Great Music].
Seeing Urd's frown gradually relax, Belldandy, who knew her sister well, suddenly brightened up:
"Sister, do you have any idea?"
"It's just a rough idea, it may not work."
"Then let's give it a try! When there's really no other way, we can find our little sister and try to persuade her."
"Just pet her!"
Urd glared at his sister, but ultimately could only succumb to Belldandi's pleading gaze. He casually pushed aside the dense mist and led her to the World Tree. He placed his hand on the thick trunk and activated the divinity of the World Tree.
Belldandi followed suit and injected his own power of destiny into it.
“Buzz!”
The branches and trunks rustled, exuding a joyful mood, and runes flickered between the leaf veins like stars in the sky.
Countless dust particles invisible to the naked eye rise from Asgard, Midgard, Vanaheim, Jotunheim, the Iron Forest and other places where the Lorn lived, fought and left their footprints, and are absorbed by the World Tree. Then, through the transformation of runes and the divinity of fate, they blend with each other and turn into a rushing spiritual river under the bark. Through the World Tree, it is transmitted to every corner of the nine kingdoms, quietly influencing and changing the entire Nordic Age of Gods.
The black-covered ancient book on the altar flipped through the pages, one after another, with vivid characters imprinted on the blank paper, constantly directing and deducing new music.
Meanwhile, Asgard.
Odin, who was leading his army back for rest, walked out of the Rainbow Bridge covered in blood and mud, his face full of fatigue.
The Asgard guards who followed him back to Asgard were almost all injured and their morale was low.
There is no doubt that they did not gain any advantage in the war with the Vanir.
Since the war began, the Aesir had never found a way to defeat the Vanir's immortality ritual. The Vanir warriors who were subjected to the witchcraft of Said were almost impossible to kill.
Even though the Asgardians are known for their bravery, they are naturally helpless when faced with such a sticky opponent.
Moreover, as time went on, the number of Asgardian guards on the battlefield continued to decrease, and the situation inevitably turned against the Aesir.
Thinking of this, Odin's face gradually became gloomy.
We must find a way to restrain the Saidian witchcraft of the Vanir, otherwise Asgard will undoubtedly be defeated.
But where can we find such a deity that can specifically restrain the power of life?
Currently, the strongest Aesir among the nine kingdoms do not have such a person, and the other races probably have no hope either.
Just as Odin was frowning on the throne, the invisible light dust in the air quietly flowed into his body.
The next moment, a flash of lightning flashed through his mind and a blessing came to his mind.
“Bang!”
Odin slapped his forehead and stood up suddenly.
Why do we need to look for it? Isn't it the same to create it yourself?
As for what can control life, Odin already has the answer in his mind.
"I'm going to go out for a while. Before I come back, try to avoid fighting and avoid direct conflict with the Vanir!"
After briefly explaining a few things to his subordinates, the Aesir God King decisively took off his armor, put on a gray robe, pulled up his hood, turned the Spear of Eternity into a walking stick, and walked out of the city.
As the Rainbow Bridge opened, Odin took a deep breath and strode into the area shrouded in darkness and death.
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At this moment, Jotunheim.
Mimir, the frost giant who was sitting in front of the Fountain of Wisdom as a guard, also welcomed a strange guest.
The reason why I describe him as "strange" is because his eyebrows and hair are covered with frost, as if he had just been caught in a snowstorm.
Half of the tattered clothes were covered with scratches and ice chips, as if they were pierced by sharp objects such as ice picks, and the other half appeared charred, as if it was related to things like thunder and fire;
The shoes on his feet were covered in mud, as if they had just been pulled out of a swamp; there were also teeth marks on his trouser legs from monster bites, obviously he had been attacked by monsters...
In short, this man seemed to be punished by God. He was plagued by all kinds of strange troubles all over his body. It was simply miserable.
Seeing the clear spring water in the pool, the man couldn't help but pursed his cracked lips:
"Dear giant, I am so thirsty after my journey. Please be kind and let me drink a sip of this clear spring water to moisten my throat."
Mimir, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, turned pale when he heard the unfamiliar words. He immediately picked up his cane and fought the opponent:
"Odin, you are trying to trick me again!"
However, the heavy cane was grasped by five gently raised fingers, and a warm smile bloomed on the frosted face:
"You must be Mimir, the wise giant, right? After Odin returned to Asgard, he kept mentioning you."
Sensing the unfamiliar aura from the other side, Mimi immediately realized that she had recognized the wrong person. She looked at the motionless cane in the other party's hand with fear and asked with a cold snort:
"Who are you?"
"My name is Loki, and I am Odin's blood brother. Today, I have come to Jotunheim to visit you on his orders."
"Visiting me?" Mimir was confused.
"Thanks to you letting him drink the fountain of wisdom last time, he has learned something very valuable from the World Tree. He wants to share it with you to express his gratitude."
Lorne replied with a smile, picking up a branch and outlining a few runes on the ground.
But in order to complete his next plan, he deliberately made a few mistakes at key points to make the runes look weird and ambiguous.
Mimir looked at the half-finished products in front of him and could not help scratching his head and muttering:
"No, the trace of the rune shouldn't be like this! Hey, kid, can you do it or not?"
As a giant pursuing "wisdom", he naturally longs for this symbol representing mystery and civilization and is eager to master it.
In response, Loen spread his hands, indicating that he could do nothing to help:
"I'm sorry, Odin was the first to comprehend this, and I only have a limited understanding of it. If you want to learn the original Great Rune, I'm afraid you need to go to Asgard."
"Did Odin tell you so?"
Mimir looked at the Asgard messenger in front of him warily, suppressed the desire on his face, and sneered.
Obviously, as a giant who drinks the fountain of wisdom all year round, Mimir is not stupid. He saw Odin's purpose at a glance and waved his hand impatiently.
"He wants me to betray Jotunheim and go to Asgard to work for the Aesir? Jotunheim and Asgard are enemies, not friends. You'd better not waste your energy."
"You don't know?"
Loen looked at Mimir in surprise, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"Now Jotunheim has reached a truce with Asgard, and both sides are willing to reconcile. However, the two sides currently lack a respected middleman to bridge the conflict, so Odin hopes that you can stay in Asgard for a while and speak for the giants of Jotunheim. After all, you are not only his blood relative, but also the wisest elder among the giants. You are the only one in the entire Jotunheim who is most qualified to succeed Utgar Lorch and become the new king of Jotunheim."
Such a huge amount of information and such explosive information made Mimir a little stunned for a moment:
"Wait, what happened to Utgar Lodge?"
"I made a bet with him in the Iron Forest, and luckily I won. According to the agreement, he will step down as the King of Jotunheim and no longer interfere in the development of the nine kingdoms. So now the kingship of Jotunheim is in a vacant state."
Luo En answered truthfully, with doubts in his eyes.
"Has no one told you about what happened in Jotunheim recently?"
Mimir's face became uncertain when he heard this.
At this moment, Luo En seemed to have reacted, and was suddenly filled with indignation:
"You are a direct descendant of the ancestor Ymir, and you have been sitting here guarding the Fountain of Wisdom for Jotunheim for thousands of years. They didn't even tell you such an important thing. They simply don't take you seriously! Isn't this too much? Who gave the order?"
"Shaky! It must be Shaky!"
Mimir answered with a gloomy face, anger rising in his heart.
Before the war, Utgar Lorch took away part of the fountain of wisdom and gave it to the mountain giant Shaki and his daughter Skadi.
Since Mimir vaguely guessed the true identity of the "Frost Giant King", he naturally did not dare to stop him.
After that, he was still ordered to guard the fountain of wisdom, completely unaware of such a big change happening on the front line.
“No wonder!”
Lorne seemed to suddenly realize something, and looked at Mimir with a more serious look.
"You may not know this, but Shaki and his daughter both have mastered the Runes, which seem to have been given to them by Utgar Loki. If the mountain giant wants to harm you, you must be careful!"
"He dares!"
Mimir was furious, his old face turned red with anger.
In Jotunheim, a country covered by ice and snow, frost giants are the mainstream and mountain giants are vassals.
When Orvig, the master of destiny who took the form of Utgar Lodge, came to power, he had nothing to say.
But how could Xia Ji, a mere rat who dug holes in the mountains, ride on his head? He also mastered the runes that contained the great secrets of the world!
This is not fair!
Seeing Mimir jumping up and down in anger, a certain god of trickery who had successfully added fuel to the fire smiled evilly in his heart.
It seems that even a wise giant may not be able to see through fame, wealth and power.
He doesn't care about the little King of Jotunheim, and neither does Orvig. But that doesn't mean that the Mountain King Shaki and the wise giant Mimir won't be tempted by it.
What’s more, what is worrying is not the scarcity but the inequality.
Mimir has been guarding the fountain of wisdom for thousands of years, but has not gained much benefit and has received many complaints. On the contrary, the mountain giant Shaki, whom he used to look down upon, is living an increasingly comfortable life and is even somewhat superior to him.
These are things that Mimir cannot tolerate.
Seeing that the time was right, Loen sincerely suggested:
"With Utgar Lorch's retreat, Jotunheim will surely be in trouble. Now that Shaki has mastered the runes, his strength is far greater than before; his daughter Skadi should not be underestimated either. And you are alone, so for safety's sake, you should come with me to Asgard to avoid the limelight."
"You want me to hide from them?"
"This is just a temporary measure to retreat in order to advance. When you have learned the complete runes from Odin and represent the interests of Jotunheim in Asgard in the future, speak out more. Those frost giants and mountain giants will surely be grateful to you. By then, if you want to come back to take charge of Jotunheim, you will definitely be supported by everyone! At worst, you can even borrow troops from Odin! After all, he is your nephew. If not you, his uncle, who else can you help?"
Mimir couldn't help but feel his heart beating fast at the sight of Loen's highly provocative promises.
However, looking back at the gurgling fountain of wisdom behind him, Mimir hesitated:
"But if I leave, what will happen to this fountain of wisdom?"
Although this fountain of wisdom belongs to the entire Jotunheim geographically, Mimir has already regarded it as his own private property after guarding it for so long and is unwilling to share it with outsiders easily. As a result, he has been hostile and excluded by many giants.
"This is easy!" Loen patted his chest and decisively took out the golden holy grail from the magic circle diagram. The clear spring water and the wisdom and divinity contained in it were immediately sucked into the holy grail, turning into a bottomless ocean.
Seeing that Loen handed the golden cup filled with the fountain of wisdom to him without hesitation, Mimir couldn't help but loosen his clenched cane.
Smelling the rich aroma in the cup, he couldn't help but take a sip. The sweet taste and the ecstatic experience made the wise giant's eyes sparkle. He looked at the divine liquid in the cup with eagerness and excitement:
"What's this?"
"Mead. The taste of the spring water is too bland, so I brewed it into a drink. If you like, we can drink and talk on the way. When we get to Fairy Palace, there will be more."
"Okay! Very good!"
Mimir's eyes lit up and he praised the Aesir messenger for his thoughtfulness.
Then he took a look at the almost dried up fountain of wisdom, and without any reluctance to linger, he held the golden cup and drank the delicious mead, while following the Aesir messenger to the Iron Forest at the border.
(End of this chapter)
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