Zhou Yi and Brenheld stood side by side on the river bank, and behind them were busy Asgard soldiers. They were busy repairing, burying their comrades, and cleaning everything on the field. This naturally included the remains of Yemengjiade.

After the giant snake's body stopped twitching, Zhou Yi extinguished his flame. His flame could not be left in the world at will, because it would likely affect many innocent things. So he has always adopted a very environmentally friendly way of his flame.

Of course, there is a deeper meaning here, that is, Tyr's body. His body should now be in Yemengjiade's stomach. In order to get the minimum respect of this god who died in battle, Zhou Yi could not let him turn into ashes with the monster's body.

Therefore, leaving behind the burnt body has become an inevitable choice. Whether they can find what they want depends on their luck. However, it seems that their luck is not bad, because someone soon informed them.

"Sir, we found the remains of the God of War!"

When he heard this news suddenly, even Brenheld's strength could not help but show a sad look. No matter what, Tyre is also her brother. Although she does not nominally agree with their existence, it is the fact that they cannot change their bloodlines, nor the inherent relationship between them. And to be honest, Brenheld still has some brotherhood for Tyre.

Seeing the Valkyrie's rare appearance of weakness, Zhou Yi sighed, then patted her on the shoulder and said to her.

"Let's go and see him. Just treat it as sending him the last journey."

Holding down the hand that Zhou Yi pressed on his shoulder, Brenheld lowered his head and took a few deep breaths, and immediately reappeared in that strong look.

"I am not sad. Tyre died on the battlefield. It is much better for us to die in battle than to die in conspiracy and tricks. At least this will protect our honor!"

"It's good that you think so, but before that, can you wipe your tears first? You're not convinced at all."

"Shameless!" Brenheld, who had seen no trace of water, immediately blushed and cursed. Then he threw Zhou Yi away and strode towards the wreckage of Yemengjiade.

Looking at Brenheld in this way, Zhou Yi sighed slightly and followed quickly. Brenheld is really a little worried now, because Zhou Yi knew very well that her heart was far less strong than her appearance.

At this moment, Tyre's body had been cleaned up by the soldiers. The Valkyrie cleaned up his body and placed him high on a platform made of oak trees. Around this platform, every soldier walking by prayed sadly and placed a pure flower for him.

Gods cannot become heroic spirits. Even a brave warrior like Tyre will die completely after death. People can only miss his past and his former glory in the story. He will never return to the palace of heroic spirits. The deep country of death is his only place.

When Brenheld and Zhou Yi walked over with a quiet expression, Aurora, who had been waiting here, immediately plunged into the Valkyrie's arms, leaned in her arms and started crying.

At this time, Jessid also came over and said to them in a low voice.

"We found his arm, but we couldn't take his sword off. When we found him, he was biting his weapon with his mouth, trying to slash out from the monster's belly. He had already slashed many wounds. But it was too late before he could finish it. Don't be too sad, Brenheld and Aurora, your brother died until the last moment of fighting, he died bravely. So you should be proud!"

"You are right, Jessid!" After a glance at Tyre, the God of War who had bit his sword tightly and had not let go, Brenheld raised his head high while stroking Aurora's hair. "Okay, Aurora, stop crying. This is not a crying moment. Just as Jessid said, we should be proud of him. It is Tyre's luck to be able to die bravely, and we may have such a day. So it is enough to say that we cry here. We are Valkyrie, and we are welcome to war and embrace death. Isn't it our fate?"

Hearing his sister's words, Aurora raised her head strongly, then wiped away her tears hard, and barely showed a strong look on her tender little face. Seeing that this girl, who was not much older than her two children, suddenly became like this, Zhou Yi cursed with a gloomy face.

"Damn fate!"

He didn't understand what kind of past was that such a group of women could say such terrible words as welcoming war and embracing death, and he didn't understand what the experience made Aurora, the girl in his eyes, accept all this so calmly.

It is incomprehensible and unacceptable. If Odin was in front of him now, he really wanted to ask how he ruled his country, so that his people and even his daughter could show such open-mindedness to death, which made him, an outsider feel heartbroken and scared.

Jessid, who looked very obvious dissatisfaction on Zhou Yi's face, looked like a gentle and amiable elder sister, sighed and said to Zhou Yi gently.

"Do you feel uncomfortable? Or do you think we Asgardians are too cold and cruel!"

"All of them are. To be honest, I really don't understand why you are so calm. Women, children, and why even such people treat death so calmly. At first I might just think it was a manifestation of bravery, but now I really feel it is too cruel."

"But this is Asgard!" Before Jessid could reply, Brenheld turned his head and said strongly to Zhou Yi. "From my great-grandfather Bulley, to my grandfather Baoer, my father Odin. Asgard has been in constant war for thousands of years. We must protect Asgard, protect the atrium, and protect every other world. We are born protectors, humans, goblins, and dwarfs are all the goals we protect. In order to protect these and for our beliefs, we sacrifice generations of warriors, and this has also made us for the quality you see."

"Maybe you feel cruel, but it is precisely because of the cruelty you think that we can defeat our enemies again and again and survive until now. It is precisely because of our cruelty, humans, elves and dwarfs, that we have a future."

"Maybe you, as an atrium, have left us for too long, but before we were forced to leave the atrium world, we have been guarding that world. Without us, there would be no ancestors of human beings. Do you understand this?"

After hearing this explanation suddenly, Zhou Yi immediately showed a hint of laughter and crying. On this issue, he learned more and more detailed content from Lilith's mouth. It is true that at that time, the ancestors of human beings were protected by gods, but it was not just Asgard. Several major gods and countless gods had done such things.

They enjoyed the faith of human beings, incense and even worship and sacrifices, and used their own strength to protect human beings to create the prototype of their civilization in that wilderness era. If they really wanted to say this, they could only say that the Asgard gods were a little cleaner than other gods. At least, they had never asked for too many sacrifices from human beings.

Of course, this cannot be explained to Brenheld. Zhou Yi saw this clearly at this point. At this time, Brenheld seemed strong, but in fact he had already started to get into a stubborn position. He had too much entanglement with her on this issue, which was almost as much like being kicked by a donkey in the brain.

However, despite saying so, Zhou Yi also understood why they had such qualities. A nation that has been through many battles, a country that has never escaped from war, will indeed make its people accustomed to war and even die. However, although he said so, Zhou Yi still felt that this was too cruel!

It’s not that it can’t be accepted, but it’s difficult to accept.

Asgardians don’t care about Zhou Yi’s ideas. This is their own custom and their own tradition. It doesn’t matter whether others accept it or not. What’s important is whether others are willing to respect their traditions. Fortunately, Zhou Yi did a very qualified job in this regard.

So he just watched, watching the Asgardians singing quaint and solemn ballads, and sent Tyre onto a dragon-headed boat full of flowers, evergreen branches and fine wine, and placed it on the Rhine, allowing him to flow down the river and drift little by little to the end of the river, which is the direction of the Golden Palace and the Golden Gate.

On both sides of the river bank, Asgard soldiers led by Brenheld raised their newly made longbows, watched Tyre go away, and lit the arrows in their hands and shot them far in the direction of the dragon-headed ship.

The rockets were falling like rain. Brenheld's first rocket had already lit up the ship before all the arrows. The raging flames ignited the wine and branches, ignited the flowers and Tyre's body, allowing him to go away little by little in a brilliant firelight, and feel depressed little by little.

No one spoke, but the elegy remained. Every warrior looked at his guardian, and the god of war that watched him disappeared from the flames and rivers, and then fell into the deepest grief and mourning.

The grief was full of honor, although the process was simple. Zhou Yi could still feel their deep feelings for Tyr. This was a respectable existence. Although there was not much intersection, Zhou Yi had already seen this from the performance of these warriors. This was enough to make him sigh.

At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a little confused. If it were himself, would he have such honor? Will he have anyone mourned him?
Chapter completed!