Chapter 501: Fight, I want to see a river of blood! (The last day of the monthly ticket lottery)
Seeing his master arrive, Jörmungandr suddenly jumped up from Lorne's hands and jumped quickly into Skodil's arms. He was so fast that it seemed as if he was avoiding some ferocious beast.
Shi Kodi comforted her little pet while asking with concern:
"It didn't hurt you?"
"fine."
Loen responded in a deep voice, then walked forward with his teammates behind him.
"It's you." Shikoti breathed a sigh of relief when she saw who was coming.
His sister Belldandi and the boy who was blessed by him earlier were both there, no wonder Jörmungandr was so scared.
The two teams met up, and Skadi asked first:
"How's it going over there?"
"We have cleared all the monsters on the road, and even dealt with a high-ranking dragon. Judging from its appearance, it should be the Golden Smaug."
Ciri waved her arms and answered in a very familiar manner.
At the dragon-slaying meeting before the war, she, Rose and Galadriel were regarded as aliens by the three elven kings, while the three opposite people were looked down upon by the gods. In a sense, both sides were in the same boat.
In addition to Ron's protection of Skadi and others at the venue, Ciri naturally felt a sense of closeness to this team from the Giant Kingdom.
"By the way, what about you guys?" Ciri asked.
Feeling the kindness that this human girl took the initiative to release, the ice and snow on Skadi's face melted a lot, and she replied softly:
"I ran into a little trouble. I accidentally let this little guy get lost. Fortunately, you guys weren't hurt."
After hearing this, everyone noticed that Skadi and Shikoti's clothes were torn, and there were still some domineering auras around them.
Luo En narrowed his eyes and said, "Is it someone from the Asgard?"
"Yeah." Skadi nodded and said calmly, "I just had a fight with them on the road."
"It was those guys who provoked me first!" Shikoti quickly stuck her head out and added, fearing that her second sister opposite would suspect that it was her fault again.
After listening to this, Luo En couldn't help but frown slightly.
Do all the young gods in Asgard like to act so recklessly? Even if Asgard's power is growing, it doesn't mean it is invincible. If they keep causing trouble like this, it will cause chaos sooner or later.
Forget it, this is Odin’s family affair, and as an outsider, he shouldn’t interfere too much.
Luo En shook his head, temporarily dispelling the idea of meddling in other people's business. He then pointed to the golden mountain and the huge dragon corpse and said:
"This should be the [Black Dragon Ancalagon]. Since it was killed by your pet, it is up to you to decide what to do with the spoils."
"I'm only responsible for hunting and have no interest in these things. If you want them, I'll give them to you." Skadi was very generous.
The most valuable dragon heart and heart blood have been eaten up by the foodie Jörmungandr. The remaining gold coins and dragon corpses are of no meaning to them.
Loen did not refuse and directly extended the invitation: "Well, let's pick up a few useful items together and see if we can find the so-called [Rhine Gold] here."
Skadi readily agreed and merged the two teams to jointly check the composition of gold.
Soon, they searched all over the gold mountain but failed to find the so-called [Rhine Gold], but they found a scale that did not belong to the [Black Dragon Ancalagon].
The scales sparkled under the fluorescent light, as dazzling as gold. Looking at them for a long time would make people dizzy and give rise to an urge to claim them as their own.
“Wake up!”
A thunder-like sound exploded in everyone's ears. Ciri and Gandalf, who had weaker resistance, were instantly awakened from their trance and looked at the strange scale in Lorne's hand with fear.
"It seems that the answer lies in the third dragon."
Loen put away the scales in his palm, his eyes flickering faintly.
"roar!"
At this moment, the dragon's violent roar came from deep in the tunnel ahead, and the entire cave shook violently.
Front!
Everyone looked at each other and rushed into the tunnel immediately.
With the powerful combination of the two teams, the dragon beasts and monsters living along the way were no match for them, and the layers of blockades were easily torn apart.
Soon, they followed the sound and arrived at the deepest part of Lonely Mountain.
What comes into view is a huge underground space, surrounded by dazzling golden color.
The stones are gold, the river water is gold, the gravel is gold... everyone seems to have come to a world made of gold.
In the center of the underground space, a giant dragon with a bloated body, short and deformed wings was coiled on the golden gold vein, roaring and biting hard, trying to force back the people from the Fairy Palace who were rushing up.
But facing the joint attack of the three Asgardian gods and a group of Asgard guards, its resistance was nothing but a dying struggle.
As runes fell and arrows attacked, the scales on the dragon's body were blown off one after another, and golden blood continued to flow out of its wounds.
But even so, it refused to leave the gold vein, but just roared and spewed out blazing dragon flames, forcing the besiegers back once again.
"Your divine power protects this place!"
Seeing that the attack was unsuccessful, the guardian god Heimdall drew out the guardian sword [Bulte Steel] behind him and inserted it in front of him while chanting solemnly. A rainbow-like light band rose up, easily keeping the scorching dragon fire out.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the God of War Tyr quickly rushed up the golden mountain, raised the giant shield in his hand and smashed the dragon's head, causing it to bleed. At the same time, he took advantage of the situation and thrust the sword in his other hand, stabbing it hard into the dragon's throat.
However, as the dragon's body shifted, a small human figure appeared in the mine hidden behind the dragon. Tyr couldn't help but pause, and was then slapped back by the dragon's claws.
Anyone?
The stunned crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a petite figure hiding in the gold mine and shivering.
It was a dwarf girl, with a cute appearance, and her eyes were swollen like peaches due to excessive crying. Although her body was dirty, there was no sign of being tortured by the dragon.
On the contrary, the mine where she was was piled with soft hay and some shriveled fruits, as if they were specially provided for human consumption.
As his eyes fell on the girl's face, Loen couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
Eden? Why her?
Just as Loen was feeling confused, the people from the Fairy Palace who were besieging the dragon also noticed the arrival of Loen and others.
"Kill this beast!"
As if worried that his credit would be stolen, the god of poetry Bragi shouted loudly, drew dozens of runes with his hands, and rushed towards the giant dragon on the golden mountain, completely ignoring the weak dwarf girl behind the dragon.
"roar!"
The dragon roared, and straightened its body in a posture beyond everyone's expectations. It swung its tail with all its might, picked up the dwarf girl in the mine, and threw her out of the field.
Loen immediately leaped up and caught the falling figure.
Boom boom boom boom!
At the same time, light patterns roared, flesh and blood splattered, and dozens of blood holes deep enough to see the bones were blown out on the dragon's body. Golden blood gushed out from the wounds, and the huge body slid weakly from the golden mountain.
Seeing that the target was wide open and the golden dragon heart was exposed between the broken sternum, the god of poetry Bragi once again summoned a row of runes to shoot forward, ready to completely eliminate the dragon.
"don't want!"
Seeing that the fire from the exploding rune was about to engulf the dragon, Eden in Lorne's arms let out a mournful cry.
With a thought, Loen activated the speed of the Goat and moved to the top of the golden mountain in a flash. At the same time, magic power surged throughout his body, turning into a real wall to block the flying runes.
After a violent explosion, Braki saw the figure in the smoke and dust was unharmed. A trace of deep fear flashed in his eyes, and then he snorted coldly with a gloomy face:
"Why are you stopping me? Are you in league with these beasts?"
"This is the last of the three great dragons. It seems to still have some sanity and wants to find out the truth about the dragon disaster. It is an important clue."
Lorne held the tearful Eden in one arm and answered calmly.
"So what? This is our Asgard's prey. It's not up to you, a Midgard man, to decide how to deal with it. Get out of here!" With a disdainful rebuttal, Bragi summoned a harp and plucked the strings.
The passionate music formed colorful ripples that shook forward, the golden mountain suddenly collapsed, and the gold nuggets were shattered into powder.
Seeing that the opponent was determined to kill people with one move, a cold light suddenly appeared in Luo En's eyes, and the gold under his feet turned into dozens of sharp swords, which shot out with a whistling sound.
The sharp sword light shattered the sound waves and cut the strings in one fell swoop.
Braki was caught off guard and his fingers were cut with bloody marks. Golden red divine blood flowed out from the wounds.
Feeling the intense pain, Braki's heart was filled with humiliation, his face turned pale, and his originally handsome face became distorted and hideous:
"Rebellion! Rebellion! A mere creature from the atrium dared to attack the gods!"
Hearing the roar of the god of poetry, everyone in the Immortal Palace woke up as if from a dream, and immediately felt a common hatred for the enemy and rushed towards Jinshan with swords drawn.
Just as Loen was hesitating whether to reveal his identity and calm the chaos, a cold storm blew up in the cave, blowing away several Asgardian guards who were at the front.
Feeling the biting cold, Heimdall immediately activated his power of protection to resist the ice storm. His eyes, shining in the darkness, stared coldly forward:
"Skadi, are you guys from Jotunheim going to intervene in this matter too?"
"It has nothing to do with this." The ice goddess in purple clothes, holding a small ash wood wand, stepped forward with a sneer, "I just want to settle the score with you for the sneak attack on me just now!"
"That depends on whether you have the ability to do it." Heimdall was not willing to be outdone. He drew out the sword of guardian, leaped forward, and dragged a colorful rainbow light band behind him.
Skadi responded with a rune spell, and frost and sword light shot everywhere as the two gods fought.
The god of war Tyr wanted to help, but a soft ball of flesh was thrown out from the darkness.
In the golden light of the cave, seeing the fluffy orange hair, petite body and soft figure, Tyr's rough face subconsciously revealed a hint of relaxation.
It turned out to be a cat...
However, the next moment, the orange cat in mid-air suddenly opened its mouth, and dozens of scarlet whiskers flew out of its mouth, attacking Tyr's face like octopus tentacles.
Tyr's hair stood on end and he rolled over on the ground instinctively.
The scarlet flesh whiskers flew past his scalp and sank into the hard rock like a knife cutting tofu.
Then, the orange cat raised its head and pulled back its whiskers, swallowing the golden rock weighing over a hundred pounds into its stomach.
Looking at the little thing on the ground whose size had not changed at all, Tyr felt a chill in his heart.
What the hell is this?
"Jörmungandr, go ahead, beat them up!"
The cat's owner, Shikoti, was waving her fists and shouting excitedly, looking like she was eager to create chaos in the world.
Feeling the faint gaze coming from behind, Shikoti shrank her neck, stuck out her tongue, and immediately lowered her voice, only using gestures to cheer for her beloved pet.
Although as the goddess of fate she could not personally interfere in the disputes of the world because her second sister was there to supervise, she could always watch the show from the sidelines.
At this moment, seeing that his two main god brothers were blocked, Braki became even more angry and immediately ordered the Asgard guards around him:
"Kill the dragon first!"
"You're the only one who talks too much!"
Rose, who had moved to the side at some point, swung the poisoned dagger in her hand and shot it at the back of Braki's head.
Watching the purple-red edge rapidly approaching the vital point of the God of Poetry, the Spider Goddess in the darkness showed anticipation in her eyes.
Odin's son, huh? Better die here today!
However, a golden-green light cut through the darkness at a faster speed and intercepted the two poisoned daggers.
Frey, the god of fertility, arrived with three elven kings and a group of light elves, holding an emerald longbow.
"Frey, you've come at the right time! These people from Midgard dared to collude with the giants of Jotunheim. Not only do they want to steal our prey, they also want to murder me!"
As soon as the god of poetry, Bragi, opened his mouth, a villain came and complained first.
Since they had conflicts with several people at the venue earlier, and Warner and Asir had a natural alliance, the three elven kings and Frey had no doubts and immediately prepared to join the battlefield in indignation.
Just when a bloody conflict was inevitable, a cold shout came from the darkness:
"Stop it!"
The Valkyrie Freya, wearing swan feathers and holding the sword of victory, landed in front of the two camps and glared at her brother Frey.
"You were asked to come here to eliminate the dragon disaster, but you started fighting with your own people first!"
Hearing his sister's reprimand, Frey lowered his head like a mouse seeing a cat, and carefully defended himself:
"It is this group of Midgard people who are colluding with the giants of Jotunheim to murder our fellow Asgardians."
"Who said that?"
"Braki..."
"You believe whatever others say?"
Freya snorted and asked back. Frey heard the displeasure in his sister's tone and could only give up in disappointment.
There is no other reason. According to the tradition of the Vanir, the status of the goddess is higher than that of the god.
Besides, he couldn't beat this sister.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the god of poetry Braki asked coldly:
"Freya, are you going to join forces with outsiders to deal with us? Have you forgotten the oath between Warner and Asa?"
"The oath does not require us to join forces against Midgard."
Freya responded calmly, with a look of disdain on her face.
Braki's face darkened, and he could only settle for the next best thing.
"Well, let's work together to deal with this evil dragon first! Put an end to this dragon disaster!"
However, Freya still shook her head:
"This is the territory of the dwarves. The dragon disaster is also the business of the dwarves. It is not your turn to interfere in how to deal with this giant dragon."
Then, under the gaze of everyone, the Valkyrie walked up the Golden Mountain and gave a gentle smile to the dwarf girl in Lorne's arms:
"Eden, what should we do with this dragon? You tell me."
Hearing this name, the onlookers were stunned.
Unexpectedly, the dwarf girl in front of him was actually the princess of the dwarf tribe. Moreover, she appeared in the dragon cave deep in the lonely mountain.
At this moment, facing everyone's attention, Eden, who was timid by nature, was a little panicked.
However, as a warm current surged from her vest, the tension in her body eased immediately. She first glanced at Lorne behind her with gratitude with her red and swollen eyes, then mustered up her courage and spoke to Freya in front of her:
"Sister Freya, please capture it first and transport it back to Turin City. I will hand it over to my father and the others for their decision."
Freya nodded, but her beautiful eyes glanced at Lorne.
Seeing the half-smile in the Valkyrie's eyes, Loen knew that he had been caught in the act. He could only push Eden in his arms to the other side and responded in a deep voice:
"Since it is Her Royal Highness's decision, I have no objection."
Seeing that the dwarf princess and the dragon fell into the hands of the Vanir, although Braki was dissatisfied, he could not fight against the joint efforts of the Midgard and the Giants on his own, so he could only accept this fact.
With the step, a conflict that was about to break out was averted.
Freya gave Lorne a meaningful look, then ordered several light elves to build a prison cart to transport the dying dragon out of Lonely Mountain.
However, looking at the escort team heading towards Turin city in the twilight, and Lorne and Freya who disappeared from the team at some point, Bragi's eyes flickered faintly.
(End of this chapter)
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