Chapter 502: The dragon is dead, the whole place is blocked
After running all the way, both the driver and the horse were exhausted.
The escort convoy paused its progress and took a short rest in an open wilderness.
The three elven kings led the light elves to disperse in all directions, planted specially cultivated tree species, gave birth to short-lived forests that served as warnings, and engraved magic circles nearby to conceal the breath of the superior dragon in the team.
Although this operation had achieved complete victory, the three superior dragons were either killed or captured, and nearly 80% of the hybrid dragons were trapped in the tunnels and defeated one by one.
But in order to avoid any complications, this somewhat strange superior dragon must be watched carefully.
On the one hand, it was to prevent the remaining dragon species from launching a surprise attack and come to the rescue; on the other hand, it was to prevent the dwarves from being confused by the giant dragon and thus infected with dragon disease.
However, with so many experts around, these two possibilities are infinitely close to zero.
Everyone set up camp slowly, and a relaxed and soothing atmosphere permeated the entire camp.
This place is only half a day's journey away from Turin City. As soon as day breaks, they can drive into the city, complete the task assigned by the dwarves, and enjoy the dwarves' cheers and wine.
Thinking of the delicious nectar from the atrium, the light elves guarding the cages couldn't help but feel dry in their mouths.
At this moment, several burly figures passed through the short-lived forest used for surveillance.
The light elves on guard immediately pulled the bowstrings and looked forward vigilantly.
"who?"
"It's us, the people of Asgard. Thank you for your hard work."
The handsome, slender-cheeked poet waved his hand and greeted people in a friendly manner. The gentle smile on his face made people feel like spring breeze.
"It's you, Braki." Frey, the god of fertility in the team, breathed a sigh of relief and ordered the surrounding light elves to put down their longbows.
Then, he looked at the two figures following behind Braki, and couldn't help but look a little surprised:
"Tyr? Heimdall? Why are you all here?"
"Let me talk to you about something private."
Braki smiled and glanced at the light elves around him.
Frey hesitated for a moment, then, under Bragi's gaze, he waved his hand to disperse the light elves around him and asked:
"Tell me, what do you want from me so late at night?"
"Come and help you."
"Help me? Help me with what?"
"Help you achieve merit."
Seeing that Frey still looked confused, Braki pointed at the dying dragon in the cage behind him and said directly,
"Let us kill this beast, and the credit will be yours!"
Hearing the three people's ideas, Frey was shocked and shook his head repeatedly to refuse:
"You want to kill it? No! Freya said that this dragon must be taken back to Turin City and be dealt with by the Dwarf King!"
"This is simply impossible! Frey, think about it. This giant dragon is likely the source of the infection of Dragon Disease. If it is brought back to Turin, wouldn't it put all the dwarves in danger? How could the Seven Dwarf Kings allow this to happen?"
"But Eden..."
"What does a little girl like her know? She was just kept by this dragon for a few days, and I couldn't bear to kill her. Besides, after staying with this dragon for so long, who knows if she has been infected with dragon disease?"
Braki waved his hand in rebuttal, snorting with disdain.
"We're doing this for her own good by getting rid of this evil."
However, Frey was still a little hesitant:
"But this is what Freya told me to do. I..."
In the Vanir tribe, the status of the goddess is higher than that of the god, so it is inevitable that he is a little afraid of this sister since he was a child.
Seeing this, Braki looked very disappointed:
"Frey, the humans in Midgard killed one of the three dragons in Lonely Mountain, and the giants in Jotunheim killed another. However, we, the two great races of gods, the Vanir and the Aesir, joined forces, and the elves sent out their best troops, but we got nothing. Don't you think this is a shame? When we return to Turin and see those dwarves, how can we hold our heads up high?"
Upon hearing this, Frey's expression became uncertain.
Indeed, in a hunt, it is understandable that the mighty Vanir and Aesir are no match for the Giants. However, if even the human team in the atrium can trample them underfoot, then they would lose face greatly.
Seeing Frey's wavering expression, Braki added meaningfully:
"Besides, don't you think your sister treats that Midgard man differently? I just saw her running out of the camp after that guy. Maybe they were having a tryst in private. What if Freya gets angry and gives all the credit to her lover after meeting the Dwarf King? Then the reputation of Asgard will be damaged, the Father God will be furious, and no one can protect her!"
"Is it that serious?" Frey swallowed.
"Helping the dwarves quell the dragon disaster was an order from Father God himself. Do you think he would be happy if we return without any achievements? We must accomplish this task in order to prevent your sister from going astray."
Braki snorted coldly and gave a contemptuous glance at the indecisive Lord Vanir.
"If you don't have the guts, just turn a blind eye. We'll do it ourselves, take the responsibility, and the credit will be yours!"
"It's just slaughtering a beast, what's there to be afraid of?!"
Frey's handsome cheeks suddenly turned red, and he turned his head to look grimly at the dying dragon in the cage.
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At the same time, in a dense forest far away from the camp.
Luo En looked at the two people and the cat in the forest and was a little surprised:
"You guys are leaving?"
"The hunt is over, so there is no need to stay any longer."
Skadi nodded in reply, her tone very calm, and it was obvious that she had made plans.
Lorne pointed to the camp in the distance and kindly reminded:
"At least we have to wait until we have handed over the mission and received our reward, right?"
"This is what we're hiding from!"
Shi Kodi waved her hands repeatedly, looking as if she was trying to avoid him.
"To be honest, Skadi and I are most afraid of trouble. If she hadn't been so reluctant to see so many people suffer and insisted on getting involved in this kind of thing, we would have run away from the Dwarf Country long ago. If we go back to Turin with you now, I'm afraid there will be troubles such as flattery, greetings, and celebrations. Just thinking about it makes us feel overwhelmed. It's just the right time to run away before any trouble comes!"
"But it was you who killed the second superior dragon. If the Dwarf King asks about it..." Loen tried to dismiss him again.
"The credit belongs to you, it has nothing to do with us!"
Shikoti's answer was still straightforward, and it was obvious that she had made up her mind to leave.
Although Skadi didn't say it explicitly, it was obvious from her cold personality that she didn't like the upcoming celebration party.
In that case, Loen had no choice but to formally say goodbye to the two people and the cat.
However, in order to establish this good relationship, he still responded seriously:
"Well, I will convey your request to the Dwarf King and keep the reward for you. I will give it to you when we meet next time."
"Okay, if you want to find us, come to Solemheim (the noisy place) in the Land of Giants."
Skadi nodded in agreement, then took out the ash wood wand and opened a portal to the Land of Giants.
As they were about to part, Shikoti looked around furtively. After confirming that her second sister Belldandi had not followed, she smiled and made a face at Lorne, saying:
"That Belle in your team seems to be interested in you, take advantage of it!"
Before Loen could ask any more questions, Shikoti entered the portal and disappeared in the snow and wind with Skadi.
Belle likes me?
No, that’s not the point. Why would Shikoti, the goddess of fate, mention her specifically?
Just as Luo En was lost in thought, a pleasant teasing sound came from behind him:
"Why? Can't bear to part with them? Do you want me to help you catch them, tie them up and send them to your bed?"
Under the hazy moonlight, a Valkyrie wearing swan feathers and holding a sword of victory walked out of the shadows.
Luo En turned around and looked at Freya, who had a mocking look on her face, and snorted unhappily:
"Come on, you may not even be able to beat that cat. Don't let yourself get caught before you catch the cat. I will have to go to the Giant Country to get you back myself."
In response to this scolding, Freya did not get angry but laughed:
"You admit it so soon? I thought you were going to keep pretending."
Loen felt a little helpless. If he hadn't seen Freya in danger in the alley that day and had acted in desperation, his identity would not have been exposed so quickly.
Just as he was feeling frustrated, a soft, moist kiss landed on his forehead.
“It’s a reward.”
After whispering, Freya moved her head away, and gently rolled her pink tongue across her rosy lips, soaking them with a hint of shiny water color. Her elegant face revealed a hint of teasing that was yet to be satisfied:
"If you want, there's more."
"Are you sure you're here?"
“You can also go a little further.”
Looking at Freya, who was reaching for her skirt with both hands, with a rosy face and an eager look, Loen quickly held down the crazy woman:
"Be serious, I'm scared!"
When Freya saw Lorne's helpless look, her smile became even brighter.
She wanted to defeat this famous giant killer in the Nine Realms and avenge her previous defeat on the battlefield, but the chances of that happening were slim.
However, violence is not the only way for women to conquer men. Beauty and tenderness are the most powerful weapons of women.
For example, her mother Frigga conquered Odin, who was originally her mortal enemy, in a similar way. The two of them had fought each other to death before, but now they were sleeping in the same bed? Even whether they could sleep in the same bed was up to Frigga. The only thing the God King could think of was running away from home.
"Tell me, what do you want from me?" Loen's question interrupted Freya's reverie.
Freya came back to her senses and immediately put away her superficial charm, turning back into an elegant and dignified Valkyrie. She said:
"I want to ask if you have had enough fun. When do you plan to return to the Asgard to perform your duties?"
"The Nine Realms have already ceased fighting, and the divine power of the Celestial Palace is growing stronger day by day. It doesn't matter whether I am here or not."
Lorne waved his hand, indicating that he was not very interested in returning.
"It's different for me!" Freya shook her head and retorted. She looked back at the camp under the night sky, a trace of helplessness on her pretty face. "You may not know that because of the joining of the Vanir, the Aesir have been blessed with the power of life, and their desire to reproduce has increased. Especially the younger generation of Aesir, in addition to being brave and fierce, they think about mating every day, making the whole Asgard a mess."
"What does this have to do with me?" Loen asked back, still unmoved.
Freya rolled her eyes and reminded unhappily:
"Have you forgotten that the entire Valkyrie Corps is your subordinate and must obey your orders? They are all unmarried virgins, beautiful and good at fighting. Every day when the male animals in Asgard see them, they are like hungry wolves seeing fat meat, and they can't wait to strip them naked on the spot. If they continue like this, I can't stop them."
"What about Odin? Doesn't he care?"
"That majesty wishes the Aesir to continue to prosper and grow. Do you think he will interfere with this?"
When Luo En heard this, he suddenly felt a headache.
He didn't think so before, but now he realizes that putting so many Valkyries in his hands is really a hot potato:
"Okay, after a while, I will personally tell Odin to restrain the male gods below and not to harass your Valkyrie Legion."
"It's your Valkyrie Legion. I'm just taking care of it."
Freya reiterated unhappily, looking like she didn't want to worry about it.
Luo En didn't want to deal with this confusing matter, so he immediately changed the subject:
"Let's not talk about that. What about Eden? How is she?"
"She was a little frightened, and I just coaxed her to sleep."
"Did you get anything out of her regarding the Dragon Disaster?"
"This girl seems to know something, but she won't tell me, and there's nothing I can do."
Freya shook her head, a look of helplessness on her face.
"Forget it, let's not force her. I will ask the Dwarf King for confirmation in private when we get to Turin tomorrow morning." Loen consoled her while thanking Freya. "It's all thanks to you that today happened. Otherwise, it would have been very difficult to end."
Freya snorted in displeasure: "I helped you so much, but you're just talking about it?"
Loen had no choice but to lower his head and kiss the Valkyrie's forehead under Freya's half-smile.
“Roar~~”
Just as Freya closed her eyes and prepared to receive her reward, a painful and shrill roar came from the camp.
It's that dragon!
Lorne and Freya's faces changed, and they felt something was wrong. They didn't care about being gentle and rushed to the camp.
At the same time, Eden, who had just been coaxed to sleep, was awakened by the cry.
The dwarf girl's face turned pale instantly, and she rushed out of the carriage in a hurry, pushing aside a group of light elves and Asgard guards, and followed the sound to the prison car where the dragon was imprisoned.
Blood like golden sand gurgled down from the broken wooden stakes, gathering into golden streams on the ground. A strong smell of blood filled the air. A huge and bloated dragon head rolled on the mud, its empty eyes staring straight up into the deep night sky.
"elder brother!"
Accompanied by the cuckoo's blood-curdling wail, the dwarf girl's eyes went dark and she fainted.
Freya and Lorne, who arrived late, quickly hugged the fallen Eden and looked at the giant dragon with its head and body separated in surprise.
Is this Eden's brother? The prince of the dwarves?
Then, the two of them took a deep breath and glanced at Bragi, Heimdall, Tyr, Frey and others standing in a pool of golden blood, their faces turning grim.
(End of this chapter)
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