Chapter 457 Training in Progress
"woke up?"
With a gentle voice, Lorne turned and came to Freya, smiling and showing kindness.
However, the imprisoned Valkyrie did not appreciate it and her eyes were full of vigilance:
"What do you want to do?"
"Don't be nervous, I just want to talk to you."
Loen comforted him softly and took the initiative to untie the cursed ropes for him.
As her body relaxed, Freya's expression eased a little, but she was still a little hesitant:
"What do you want to talk about?"
"I am very interested in your background. If it is convenient, I would like to know more about your past."
Lorne paused, and looked at Freya sincerely.
"In fact, you should have noticed that I don't like violence. And I think development doesn't have to be limited to war. If we can deepen our understanding of each other, maybe Warner and Asa don't have to fight to the death, and can coexist in this world."
Freya was quite interested in hearing this, but she was a little hesitant:
"I will not betray my people, so I cannot easily tell you the information of my people..."
"That's easy! You can ask me anything you want to know about the Aesir. We can each ask a question. Those who are willing to talk can communicate, and those who are not willing to talk can change the subject. Isn't this fair?"
Loen smiled and offered a compromise, his words full of sincerity.
Freya thought for a moment and finally nodded in agreement.
Like her opponent, she was also full of curiosity about everything about the Aesir. If she could get some important information from them and bring it back to her tribe, perhaps she could redeem herself from her disastrous defeat on the battlefield.
As the two sides reached an agreement, the ice-breaking communication between the two ethnic groups officially began.
In order to make Freya relax, Lorne's questions at the beginning were relatively casual, such as asking her about her favorite food, hobbies, entertainment activities, and what her hometown is like.
As for the questions raised by Freya, as long as they did not involve the secrets of the Aesir, Loen answered them patiently and frankly.
In this friendly atmosphere, Freya gradually relaxed and began to respond to some unimportant information from the tribe.
As the communication deepened, Lorne, with his strong analytical ability and vast knowledge of mythology, gradually pieced together the basic outline of the Vanir from Freya's fragmentary words.
This is a group of foreign gods who drifted from the sea. After being defeated in the war of gods, they chose to flee far overseas to find a new habitat.
Gulveig the Light, or the goddess Frigga, is their actual leader. She sensed the existence of the Age of the Norse Gods through prophecy, so she led her people across the ocean and settled in Vanaheim.
In addition, the main fighting forces of the Vanir include Njord, the god king who controls the ocean, storms and summer, and Frey, the god of fertility. One of them is Frigga's younger brother, and the other is Frigga's son.
Through the above information, Freya's identity is about to be revealed.
She is a princess of the Vanir clan, the daughter of the god-king Njord and the goddess Frigga.
As for where the Vanir came from, Loen also had a vague guess in his mind.
Matriarchy, nature worship, ocean worship, migration due to the war of gods... Putting this information together, the answer points to the Celtic-Irish mythology system that is inextricably linked to the Norse Age of Gods.
According to Celtic-Irish mythology, there were five "great invasions" during their Age of the Gods.
The leader of the first group of invaders is said to be Bes, the son of Noah in the mythology of Western Asia. They are the survivors of the great flood and brought new gods and civilization.
The second group of invaders was called Pasurang, and legend has it that they came from the east;
The third group of invaders were another group of descendants of Noah, whose origins were said to be related to Greece and Rome;
The fourth group of invaders came from the ocean and were led by the giant Fomor, a tribe of deep-sea giants.
The fifth group of invaders was the Tuatha de Danann, descendants of the goddess Tuatha de Danu, led by the great leader Nuada the Silver Hand, the last tribe of gods to rule Celtic Ireland, who were said to come from the sky.
Of course, when it comes to a great invasion, it is difficult to determine who are the indigenous and who are the outsiders, and in the end it is often the victors who write everything.
In this fierce game of chicken, the Tuatha de Danann defeated all their opponents and became the final winners, laying the foundation for the later Celtic-Irish mythology.
Frigga and the Vanir to whom she belonged were undoubtedly among the losers. They had to go into exile overseas and eventually came to the new Nordic Age of Gods to take root.
According to the characteristics of beliefs and the genealogy of myths, the Vanir, who possess the divinity of the ocean and fertility, are likely to be related to the deep-sea giants in the Fourth Great Invasion.
In fact, not only did the Celtic-Irish mythology lineage influence the Nordic world, but the Nordic world also had a profound impact on Celtic-Irish civilization.
For example, Irish mythology mentions that Scathach, the Queen of Shadows, and Cuchulainn, the Son of Light, both mastered the Nordic runes. The spears they held seemed to be imitations of Odin's Eternal Spear.
In the Norse epic "Volsung Saga", the dragon slayer Sigurd pulled out the sword Gorum, which was inserted into a tree by an unknown old man, the incarnation of the god king Odin. This thing is also called the "Sword in the Tree". It has been damaged and recast, symbolizing glory and destruction, which is very similar to the content of King Arthur pulling out the sword in the stone during the knight's trial in the future Celtic mythology.
In summary, there are various borrowings and integrations between Norse mythology and the Celtic-Irish system, and the two sides may have had contact and communication in the early days of mythology.
So that's what happened, interesting...
As Loen sorted out the various pieces of information in his mind, he pieced together the answer with great interest.
Just as he was lost in thought, Freya's lowered eyes flashed with a fierce look, and the five fingers of her right hand suddenly bent into claws and stretched out as fast as lightning.
As a Valkyrie who has experienced blood and fire, she is not a soft and vulnerable little white flower, but a rose with thorns.
Being a prisoner has never been her style.
It’s your own fault for being stupid. Do you believe what a woman says?
Freya sneered inwardly, and her right hand, which was grabbing the other person's throat, sped up a bit.
However, the moment her five fingers touched the other person's skin, her body suddenly trembled, and countless numbing electric currents surged from her lower abdomen, instantly spreading throughout her body, making her stiff as if struck by lightning, unable to move at all.
Lorne slowly raised his head and looked at Freya who suddenly jumped up in front of him. He couldn't help but shook his head and sighed in disappointment:
"What about the peaceful exchange you promised? You're making me very sad..."
Realizing that something was wrong, Freya rolled her eyes and looked towards the source of all the changes.
I saw that on my flat and smooth white belly, there appeared a scarlet mark consisting of two circular arcs and a vertical mark in the middle, and the outside was wrapped in a layer of protective triangle unique to the Aesir.
The traces that seemed to be drawn with blood were now spreading like spider webs all over her body, controlling her every muscle and every bit of consciousness.
“Bang!”
With the sound of a crisp snap of fingers, the light patterns went out, and streaks of blood disappeared beneath her flesh.
But that mysterious feeling of being dominated still exists, as if with just one command or one gesture, I would be turned into a puppet of the person in front of me again.
Freya's face changed drastically, and she looked across in horror:
"What did you do to me?"
"X pattern, once you are branded with this, from now on your mind will only have one thought in mind, and you won't think of anything else..."
“?!”
Lorne glanced at Freya's pretty face, which turned pale instantly, and smiled jokingly:
"Don't be nervous. How can such a thing exist in the world? This is a forced divine seal, a little trick to make you obedient..."
"mean!"
Freya bit her lips tightly, looking sad and angry.
Luo En rolled his eyes and looked unhappily at the Valkyrie who was the first to complain:
"Come on, why didn't you tell me when you attacked me just now? I trusted you so much! Not only did I untie you, but I also told you the situation of the Asa without reservation, hoping that the two tribes could coexist peacefully. But you betrayed my trust and tried to attack me!"
"Heh, you told me the information about Asa honestly, not because you are kind, but because you have no intention of letting me go. I know that no matter how much you tell me, it will be useless!"
Freya bluntly exposed someone's high-sounding face and revealed the essence with a sneer.
"Not bad, very smart." Luo En's eyes were full of appreciation. Not only was he not annoyed, but his smile became even brighter. "Then keep guessing, what am I going to do next?"
“…”
"It's late at night, and there's a beautiful prisoner of war in front of you. Not only has she lost her ability to resist, but she's also just been squeezed dry of all her value. What should I do next?"
Luo En walked forward with a smile, his eyes full of ill intentions.
"For you, I even turned down Odin's banquet. It shouldn't be too much to ask for some compensation, right?"
"Gu, kill me if you can!"
Freya closed her eyes, stiffened her neck, her face full of grief and anger, and directly entered the plot of "Gusha".
This familiar feeling made Lorne playful. He lifted Freya's smooth chin with his fingertips and whispered into the Valkyrie's ear:
"Kill you? That's a waste. How about we try something more exciting?"
With the contact of skin and the teasing in the ear, the Valkyrie seemed to realize the cruel reality that she would face next. Her body trembled uncontrollably and her face turned pale.
Seeing this, Luo En couldn't help but show a hint of surprise in his eyes:
"Hmm? Such a strong reaction, you don't have any experience in this area, do you?"
"None of your business!"
Freya gritted her teeth and snorted coldly, looking like she would never admit defeat.
Seeing the other party's performance, Luo En's guess was confirmed, and he remembered the original description of the Valkyrie:
——The Valkyrie is the daughter of the king on earth chosen by the gods, or the daughter of Odin himself, or a "virgin warrior" who swore to serve the gods and was chosen by the gods to go to heaven.
That's right, Virgin Warrior...
Only the purest and most beautiful female warriors are qualified to become Valkyries and guide the heroic spirits of the mortal world into the Temple of Valhalla.
In the Norse mythology system, male heroes are under the control of Odin, and the leader of the Valkyrie Army is Freya.
Regardless of what happens in the future, at least during her time as a Valkyrie, Freya needs to keep herself clean.
A future god of love who keeps himself clean?
Looking at Freya trembling under his power, Lorne suddenly found it a little funny.
"What are you laughing at? Come on if you have the guts. Don't think I'm afraid of you!"
Freya glared at him with gritted teeth. Even though her body was shaking, she still held up her long, white swan neck, trying to maintain her pride as a Valkyrie.
Enough of teasing, Lorne chuckled and shook his head:
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. I'm a serious god and I'm not interested in teaching you adult knowledge. Moreover, for the future coexistence of the two races, I can't easily attack you. You stay in Asgard first. I want to see the reaction of the Vanir Protoss before deciding whether to stay or go."
As the words fell, the feeling of confinement in Freya's body receded like the tide.
Two races coexisting? Is he serious?
Freya was a little surprised at first, but then she saw the figure about to step out of the temple, and she felt relieved. She couldn't help but sneer:
"Tsk, after all this talk, it turns out you can only move your mouth? Is this really possible?"
At this moment, Loen, who had half a foot out of the door, stopped and looked back at Freya who was eager to jump in his face before he left.
He only remembers the food and not the beating. It seems he needs to be taught a lesson.
As the malicious gaze came towards her, Freya shuddered and immediately remembered her status as a captive. She crossed her arms and shrank into the shadows, reminding him dryly:
"Don't attack me, you said..."
"I think so."
Lorne smiled and nodded in agreement.
Just as Freya thought she had obtained a golden ticket to immunity from death and was about to let out a long breath, a faint voice came from the door:
"So, you still have to do this kind of thing yourself."
"?"
Looking at the confused Valkyrie, Lorne raised the corners of his lips, half of his face immersed in the night, outlining a happy arc:
"Now, touch yourself..."
The leisurely voice reached Freya's ears, and a warm current surged from her lower abdomen, transforming into the blood-red divine seal that had a dominating and coercive effect.
The familiar feeling of being pulled by the strings spread to every part of her body. Before Freya could react, her hands uncontrollably climbed up to the two peaks on her chest and started kneading them.
The strange touch and the unprecedented emotions in her body made Freya, who had never experienced this before, stiffen and fear her face. She looked at Lorne for mercy:
"I was wrong……"
"It's good to know. After all, I'm not a demon."
Lorne nodded generously, then smiled and said,
"Tonight, I'll let you enjoy yourself ten times. Don't stop until you reach your goal."
“?!”
Under Freya's astonished gaze, the figure in front of the door waved gracefully, then closed the door and strode into the thick night.
And the next moment, that strong feeling of domination completely took over Freya's self-will, manipulating her hands to develop and explore her body.
A cry that sounded like a sob, vague but mixed with shame and anger echoed in the temple all night long, until the end of the night and the dawn.
(End of this chapter)
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