Chapter 496: Sneaky World Snake
The next morning.
Since the face-to-face contact with the three kings of the elves, Ciri, Galadriel, and Rose seem to have broken a barrier and their relationship has become closer.
Early in the morning, they went out together, chatting and laughing, and went to the market in Turin to buy supplies, leaving Lorne alone in the empty room.
With nothing to do, Lorne first played a few rounds of variant Gwent with the old man Gandalf in the courtyard, and then wandered out, ready to go to the library in Turin to investigate something about the three Fafnir brothers.
Walking and stopping along the way, taking in the scenery along the way, Loen couldn't help but marvel at the unique forging culture of the dwarves.
Almost every household has a forging furnace, and the sounds of forging blanks and quenching metals are heard everywhere. From small farm tools and cooking utensils to large weapons and warships, all can be produced in the dwarf workshops.
It can be said that every adult dwarf is a skilled craftsman, and the entire city of Turin is a huge arsenal.
Moreover, compared to the elves' excessive pursuit of perfection and refinement, the dwarf's craftsmanship pays more attention to mass production and practicality. In a nutshell, it is a combination of thick skin and durability and large quantity.
In addition, the seven major clans of dwarves have been unified, so once a war breaks out, the united dwarves can provide their allies with a steady supply of weapons and equipment at any time.
Thinking of this, Loen's eyes flickered, and the thoughts surging in his mind seemed to vaguely reveal a corner of the mystery of this [Dragon Disaster].
As he was walking and thinking, a figure in the crowd caught his attention.
She was a tall woman with a body that was so good that it could tempt people to commit crimes. Her long silver-gray hair was draped over her bare shoulders, revealing a sense of relaxation and laziness. However, under her cold black dress, she exuded a faint scent of a mixture of blood and roses.
As his gaze moved to the woman's facial features, a smile appeared in Loen's eyes.
Freya.
In other words, it was Freya who used illusion to change her hair and eye color.
As if she had sensed the faint prying eyes from the crowd, Freya paused, and the original laziness in her body disappeared. Then she lowered her body, took advantage of the crowd and buildings, and quickly turned into an alley.
The feeling of stealing is so strong.
Is this something shameful?
Luo En muttered to himself, then restrained his breath and followed quietly.
After turning around a lot, Freya came to a low and dark alley.
After carefully checking the surroundings, she breathed a sigh of relief, threw a few pieces of dried meat on the ground, and snorted coldly:
"come over!"
After a rustling sound, several arrogant and sinister creatures emerged from the shadows, ran to Freya's feet on their four short legs, and started to scramble for the dried meat on the ground.
"Don't worry, there's more."
While scolding these little gluttons, Freya squatted down and took out more dried meat.
Suddenly, more hungry little creatures came out and vied with each other to show off their talents under the temptation of food.
The black and white cat climbed onto Freya's knees, gently flicking its tail. The delicate white cat jumped onto Freya's head, blending with her silver hair. The skinny kitten circled around Freya's feet, making baby sounds from time to time asking for food.
The affection shown clearly showed that Freya had been feeding them for more than a day or two.
At this moment, the Valkyrie, surrounded by cats, was happily stroking a calico cat in one hand and throwing jerky in the other:
"Everything is available, everything is available!"
Seeing this, Loen, who was hiding behind the corner, was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
I almost forgot that Freya is a cat lover.
So, this was a case of cross-dressing and taking a detour, the process was like a spy meeting, and in the end he actually came here secretly to feed and pet the cat?
Although Loen was a little disappointed, in order not to return empty-handed, he still took a few photos of Freya with the photo crystal to keep as a record of his black history.
At this time, Freya had already fed the dozen wild cats around her and stood up like a queen to patrol her territory.
When she walked to a pile of metal blanks and saw the unfamiliar face in the gap, she immediately raised her eyebrows:
"New here? Come out and let me see you."
Hearing the question, the orange cat in the gap between the metal embryos glanced at Freya on the outside in confusion, then turned around and continued to sleep soundly in the shadow.
"Can't understand?"
Freya, who had seen countless cats, thought for a moment, then bent down and lay on the ground, making movements similar to a cat, communicating with the outsider hidden in the metal embryo in the cat's language:
"Meow~meow~meow?"
"?"
The orange cat turned its head and looked at Freya with even more confusion and even a hint of contempt.
In fact, let alone the orange cat, even Lorne, the old boss, couldn't help but cover his face with his hands when he saw Freya wagging her tail, unable to bear to watch.
I never thought that the iron-blooded rose on the battlefield actually had such an abstract side in private.
I don't know who looks more like a cat, her or the one under the metal embryo, after she is given cat ears and a cat tail.
At this moment, the Valkyrie King, who was completely unaware of her own shattered image, saw that her persuasion to surrender was ineffective and snorted coldly:
"Oh, quite arrogant!"
The plump body half-embedded itself into the gap between the metal blanks, and it stretched out its hand to grab the orange cat lying in the corner, vowing to arrest the uninvited guest and hold it in its arms to torture it.
Seeing the approaching claws, the orange cat jumped up vigilantly and moved flexibly to get out from the other end of the gap.
"Want to run? No way!"
Freya quickly followed and forced the orange cat into a corner.
Then, the Valkyrie King smiled triumphantly, stretched out her claws, and reached out inch by inch towards the cute creature in the corner that had no way to escape:
"Hehe, a little kitty like you wants to escape from my grasp?"
This cat slave is really hopeless...
As Loen was secretly complaining, he couldn't help but see the weak, helpless and pitiful little cat in the corner, bending its waist, its hair standing on end, and making a low thunder-like hum in its throat, obviously ready to attack.
A sense of danger suddenly crept into his heart for no reason.
Luo En's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted:
“Get out of the way!”
The familiar feeling of being pulled by a string came over her, and Freya's body moved uncontrollably to one side.
At the same time, the orange cat in the corner opened its jaws, and several forked scarlet cores shot out from its mouth, brushing past Freya's figure and hitting the metal embryos piled in the alley.
With a series of clanging sounds, those extremely hard metal embryos were rolled into the orange cat's mouth by the forked scarlet cores and disappeared in an instant.
Seeing such a weird scene, Freya gasped and immediately switched to the form of a Valkyrie, holding a golden sword and shield in her hands, and concentrating on being alert to the seemingly harmless orange cat in the corner.
As if sensing a threat, the orange cat purred and retreated, then leaped onto the wall. After a few jumps, it disappeared into the crowd on the street in the blink of an eye.
As the crisis was resolved, Freya breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear.
At the moment of confrontation just now, she actually had a premonition of death.
And the opponent is actually a harmless-looking orange cat?
A strong sense of absurdity surged into Freya's heart, and her thoughts became confused.
But in a flash, she suppressed her distracting thoughts and quickly came to the corner of the alley.
Looking at the empty area, Freya was not surprised. She reached out and touched the wall where a trace of breath remained, her eyes flickering.
That feeling, that sound...
That’s right, he is back!
Freya ended her Valkyrie status, stretched her slender waist lazily, and raised the corners of her lips in pleasure.
The dwarf dragon disaster shook the nine realms.
So, that guy is most likely among them!
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At this moment, Lorne was moving among the crowd, searching for the trace of the orange cat, while his mind was racing with thoughts.
Was that... the Yuan-devouring Beast?
wrong!
This is the Age of the Nordic Gods, how could there be such a thing!
Lorne shook his head, decisively rejecting this answer, and recalled what he had just seen in the alley.
Swallowed dozens of tons of metal in one breath... The appearance of a cat...
Devouring... cats... can pose a threat to the Lord God...
Suddenly, Loen thought of a legend, and the answer came to his mind.
The cat that cannot be lifted - Jörmungandr, the world serpent!
Yes, this should be it.
In Norse mythology, Jörmungandr once appeared in the giant kingdom of Jotunheim in the form of a cat, competing with Thor, the god of thunder. As powerful as Thor was, he could only lift one of its legs.
As the identity of the orange cat was confirmed, Loen couldn't help but rub his sore brows.
He remembered that the winter goddess Skadi, who came to Turin to attend the pre-war meeting, was accompanied by an orange cat.
Judging from its fur color and appearance, it should be the one just now.
The giant wolf Fenrir, the goddess of death Hela, and the world serpent Jörmungandr...
I didn't expect that the three culprits who started the Ragnarok of the Norse gods would gather together so quickly.
And it seems that the three pots are distributed evenly.
The birth of Holo in Midgard also deserves a share, the creation of Hela in Asgard also deserves a share, and finally the giants who harbored Jörmungandr also deserve a share. Once Ragnarok comes and the world collapses, no one will say who is innocent.
Northern Europe is getting more and more lively...
Loen groaned in pain, followed the lingering scent of Jörmungandr, and quickly walked into an alley.
Because he was going too fast, he almost collided with the purple-red figure coming towards him.
Skadi's face turned cold at first, but after seeing the person's face clearly, his expression eased a little, and he asked in a deep voice:
"What are you looking for? So urgent?"
"Just now on the road, a strange cat took away my things."
"What does it look like?"
"It's about this long, with orange hair and a forked tongue."
Lorne gestured as he spoke, and his content was a mixture of truth and falsehood.
Skadi listened and gradually frowned:
"Could it be this?"
"Do you know him?"
"It might be the one in my house. I'll help you find it."
Lorne readily agreed and went with Skadi to look for the orange cat that committed the crime.
However, after searching all the surrounding alleys, the two found nothing.
Skadi looked around, feeling somewhat puzzled:
"Strange, where did you go?"
"It's okay. They're just a few pieces of forging material. They're not a big deal."
"How about this, I'll take you to where we live later. It will definitely go back when it gets tired of wandering around outside. Then, we can catch it and make it spit out what it has swallowed!"
Lorne nodded in agreement.
The more reasonable he was, the more Skadi felt bad. She said with a little embarrassment:
"But maybe it will have to wait until the evening. I have some things to do right now."
"Do you need help?"
Skadi thought about it and did not reject Loen's kindness.
The two men walked out of the alley one after the other and headed towards the low-rise residential area on the east side of Turin city.
As the two walked away, the light patterns in a small courtyard two streets away shattered, and a mischievous little head broke free from its restraints and looked behind with surprise:
"Second sister? Why are you here?!"
At the same time, the criminal orange cat was lying on the girl's head, licking its paws leisurely.
"I'm here to take care of business." Belldandi replied in a deep voice, then loosened her arms, glared at her most naughty sister, and said, "But you, Shikoti, weren't you in Jotunheim? Why did you come to the Dwarf Kingdom again?"
When Skadi heard this, she immediately waved her hands and said bitterly, "Don't mention it. My elder sister has gone crazy for some reason and is now hunting me all over the world! If I am caught by her, I will be in great pain. How can I dare to stay in Jotunheim? So, I came to the Dwarf Kingdom with Skadi to avoid being beaten to death by my elder sister."
After pouring out her grievances, Shi Kodi's face tensed up, and she clenched her fists and waved them fiercely in the air:
"I don't know who leaked the news and told her that I was in Jotunheim. If I catch him, I will make him pay!"
"So how are you going to take revenge on her?"
"Need I say more? Of course I feed it to my cat as a snack!"
Shikoti gnashed her fangs and told us her plan.
That expression that seemed cute and fierce actually exuded a kind of coldness that was intimidating without even being angry.
As the goddess of fate, she is the most willful and dangerous of the three sisters.
Legend has it that once the three Norn sisters were traveling to Denmark. When a noble was about to give birth to his first child, they entered the noble's house and went straight into the mother's bedroom. The eldest sister, Urd, promised that the newborn baby would be handsome and brave, and Belldandy promised that he would become a rich man and a great poet. Before Shikoti could say anything, the noble's neighbors had heard of this miracle and swarmed in, filling the room. They even pushed Shikoti off the chair rudely. So Shikoti was displeased and stood up and said: The generosity of her two sisters was in vain, because she promised that the newborn baby's life would only be as long as the small candle in front of the bed.
At that time, the small candle had burned more than half and was about to burn out. The mother hugged the baby, her heart broken, and begged. The second sister Belldandi felt sorry for it, but she couldn't make her sister take back her words. Finally, the eldest sister Urd took the small candle and blew it out, and handed it to the mother, telling her to keep it and wait until one day in the future when her son was tired of living, and then take it out and burn it up.
The matter was thus resolved satisfactorily, and the child lived an extremely long life, for more than three hundred years.
From this, we can see the differences in the personalities of the three sisters:
The eldest is mature and steady, the second is kind and gentle, and the third is willful and unruly.
At this moment, hearing the revenge plan from her sister, Belldandy, no matter how gentle and amiable she was, could not suppress her anger and punched her sister on the head:
"Add extra food? Let's see who will give whom extra food today!"
The iron fist fell, and the orange cat jumped up quickly, hiding in the shadows and trembling.
Shi Koti held her swollen head, squatted on the ground with tears in her eyes and drew circles:
"Why did you hit me so hard? I didn't know it was you who told the secret."
"Then do you know why my elder sister was so angry that she wanted to hunt you down?"
"Why?"
"Your running away has caused me so much trouble!"
Belldandi lifted her bangs on her forehead with a cold face, revealing a divine seal wrapped in golden flames.
At this time, as the investigation into the dragon disaster continued to deepen, the golden flame ring was gradually closing, outlining an increasingly complete master-servant contract.
(End of this chapter)
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