Chapter 504 Why did you come back? (Revised)
Loki?
The legendary Lord of the Atrium who disappeared for hundreds of years?
The blood brother of the great god Odin?
Looking at the two people hugging each other warmly on the field, everyone looked at each other in disbelief.
Frey, who was arguing with his sister, could not help but shut his mouth in fear, his heart full of fear.
Now he finally understood why his sister Freya sided with an outsider and was so cruel to her own brother.
To most younger people in the Nine Realms, Loki is just a legend.
But for the Vanir who had experienced the First War of the Gods, this was a demon that could stop a child from crying at night.
Back then, it was this god of fire and trickery who sat in the atrium and challenged the armies of the Giant Kingdom and the Fire Kingdom, defeated the three giant kings, Orvig, Shaki and Surtur, and changed the entire war situation by himself. In the end, he forced the Vanir to give up the plan of unifying the nine realms and make peace with the Aesir.
As a prince of the Warner clan, these were things he had experienced personally.
Even today, he still clearly remembers the monster's feat of capturing his sister Freya alive and severely injuring his mother Frigga on the battlefield.
The two most powerful goddesses of the Vanir clan were no match for this guy. The consequences for a male god with weaker combat power like him being hated by such a guy can be imagined.
If Freya hadn't kicked him away just now, allowing him to get out of this matter, he might have been the one lying on the ground screaming with his legs broken by Odin.
Frey glanced at the poet Bragi, whose legs were twisted into a knot and who had fainted from the pain several times, and couldn't help but feel secretly relieved.
At this time, the two blood brothers who met again after a long time seemed to remember the unlucky guy with a broken leg on the ground after a brief greeting.
"It's just some minor frictions. There's no need to be so heavy-handed." Loen shook his head helplessly.
"He asked for it!"
Odin snorted coldly, then looked at Tyr and Heimdall outside the arena with a gloomy face.
"What are you standing there for? Come over and greet your uncle! Do you want me to invite him?"
When Tyr and Heimdall heard this, they suddenly woke up as if from a dream, quickly put away their weapons, and bowed respectfully to Lorne.
Lorne smiled and nodded, and did not embarrass the two brothers.
Seeing that the atmosphere had eased somewhat, Odin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and laughed loudly as he extended an invitation:
"It's a rare opportunity for you to come back. Come on, come with me back to the Golden Palace to drink. We won't stop drinking until we're drunk today! It's a good opportunity for my children to come and see their uncle."
Lorne pointed at the corpses of the giant dragons and the bloody scene, and reminded helplessly:
"Let's do it another day. The Dwarf King's son just died, his daughter is in a coma, and there are a lot of things waiting for me to deal with..."
Then, he glanced at the God of Poetry on the ground and said kindly:
"Braki is also seriously injured. How about letting him come back to Turin with me to recuperate?"
"No, he can't die!"
Odin waved his hand, then snorted coldly at Braki and the other two.
"I haven't settled the score with these three bastards yet. I'm going to take them away first. Once I have investigated the matter thoroughly, I will give you an explanation!"
"The one who died was the son of the Dwarf King. What explanation do I need..."
"Then give the Dwarf King some justice! Don't worry, I will go to Turin City in person in three days!"
"Okay, I'll wait for you in Turin."
Lorne nodded in response, then watched Odin and everyone in Asgard disappear in the light of the Rainbow Bridge.
With the departure of the Asgard team and the death of the last superior dragon, the dragon disaster that swept across the entire Dwarf Kingdom came to a temporary end in a whimpering way.
Looking at the dragon corpse lying in a pool of blood and the legendary Lord of the Atrium, everyone at the scene was confused for a moment, not knowing what to do next.
Luo En thought for a moment, waved his hand and ordered:
"You stay and clean up here, and then transport the things back to Turin as planned. Eden's condition is not stable, so Freya and I will take her back to the palace first."
After hearing this clear instruction, the teams from all sides, who had been worried, breathed a sigh of relief and began to carry out the instructions in an orderly manner.
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The morning light breaks and the night ends in dawn.
Lorne and Freya rushed all the way and brought the unconscious Eden back to Turin first.
Seeing his daughter returning safely and learning that his son had died on the journey, the Dwarf King could not help but feel mixed emotions and burst into tears. He told the Valkyrie Freya and Lorne, who had regained his identity, the whole story.
It turned out that after Fafnir and Regin killed their father and stole the treasure, they fled to the north, but were captured by Durin's clan because their actions were exposed.
During the interrogation, the Durin clan became greedy for the treasure in their hands, and hoped to use their transformation talent to explore more gold veins and possess more wealth.
The person in charge of carrying out this task was the dwarf king's son, Iden's brother.
But in the end, this excessive greed brought about disastrous consequences. His son, Fafnir, and Regin were cursed by the [Rhine Gold] and turned into giant dragons that madly plundered treasures, thus setting off a dragon disaster that swept across the entire Dwarf Kingdom.
During several dragon raids, Eden discovered that his brother seemed to still have a trace of humanity, so he used himself as bait and was willing to be captured by his brother, hoping to take the opportunity to awaken his mind.
Although Eden was not completely successful, he allowed his brother, who had transformed into a dragon, to restrain the other two superior dragons in the Dragon Nest on Lonely Mountain, greatly reducing the threat of the dragon disaster.
Thanks to Iden's delay, the dwarves had the opportunity to gather helpers from the other nine kingdoms to slay the dragon.
As for the fact that she had been able to survive in the Dragon's Nest on Lonely Mountain for so long without being infected by the Dragon Disease, the Dwarf King guessed that it was probably because his daughter was too pure-hearted and was not tempted by the Rhine Gold.
However, in order to cover up the scandal of the dragon disaster, the dwarves finally chose to hide it all.
"It's our fault. If we hadn't been greedy for the treasure, none of this would have happened."
Looking at his unconscious daughter, the Dwarf King hunched his back and sighed, his wrinkled old face full of regret.
Lorne opened his mouth, but ultimately remained silent.
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Meanwhile, in the Golden Palace.
A depressing and murderous atmosphere filled the entire hall. The god of poetry, Bragi, dragged his twisted legs and crawled on the cold floor, not daring to look up at the figure on the throne.
After an unknown amount of time, a faint questioning voice came:
"Who told you to act on your own?"
"Father God, I, I am doing this to complete the mission you entrusted to me!"
Braki felt the overwhelming pressure and quickly defended himself.
As he spoke, he hurriedly raised his hand, took out a still beating dragon heart from the magic circle diagram, and suddenly squeezed it to burst. A gorgeous golden ring with a hint of blood on the outside emerged from the minced meat.
Seeing this thing, the anger on Odin's face subsided a little. He raised his hand to take the ring into his palm and snorted coldly:
"If it weren't for the serious business you were doing, you wouldn't be able to save your two hands!"
Hearing this, Braki suddenly became a little indignant:
"Father God, I don't understand. That person is just a Lord God! What qualifications does he have to make you give in like this?"
"Lord God? He can sit in my seat if he wants! It's all thanks to him that you can enjoy fine wine and women in the Fairy Palace now!"
Odin suddenly stood up and looked grimly at his son lying on the ground.
"Also, remember, he is my brother, your uncle, so show him some respect from now on!"
"Yes, yes, Father God..."
Feeling the pressure like a landslide or tsunami, Braki lowered his head in fear, but there was still a hint of dissatisfaction in the depths of his eyes.
Odin frowned when he saw his son's little thoughts, but was too lazy to pay attention to them.
He then picked up the blood-stained gold ring in his palm, looked through the hole in it at the vast void with a complicated gaze, and muttered silently.
Now that you've left, why are you coming back?
(End of this chapter)
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