This thin old woman's head could only reach Salomon's chest. Even her steps were trembling. She looked older than everyone in this hall. No matter how much the king boasted about this old woman's identity,
After all, Salomon is a strong man with a height of two meters. He is unwilling to participate in such a battle without any honor and is unwilling to hurt such a thin old woman, but this is the last challenge. He must win or else he will
You can only stay in Vallaha.
"Are you ready, ma'am?" Salomon took a stance and relaxed his shoulders, trying not to cause too much harm to the old woman. "I will be gentle and won't hurt you."
Hearing this, the old woman laughed, revealing her toothless and shriveled gums. Then she rushed over at an alarming speed. She knelt down and locked one of Salomon's legs with her arms. Salomon immediately felt
Wherever the old woman touched her, her legs became weak, and her thin, seemingly frail arms possessed astonishing strength.
Salomon immediately changed his attitude and tried to push her or step back to trip her, letting her fall to the ground while breaking free from the restraints, but she was as solid as a rock and motionless. The old woman's strength went up along Salomon's spine.
, causing his knees to begin to bend, Salomon used all his strength to push her, but still could not stop the old woman from lifting him up and jumping on her. The old woman, who seemed to be no heavier than a sheep, actually pushed her
It was so stressful that I couldn't breathe.
The onlookers began to count down, and at the same time they banged their wine glasses on the long table. Even the ghosts in the corridor were roaring loudly. Exhausted human servants shuttled among the warriors, pouring them wine and serving meat, often
The wine glass had just been poured one second and was empty the next. They had to go back and forth several times while also being careful not to trip over the bones on the ground. At the count of one, the old woman staggered from Salomon's chest.
She jumped up and down, as if Salomon accidentally broke her bones, and the person lying on the ground was not Salomon but her.
"Best of three games, the old maid won the first game!" The king laughed loudly, "Give this boy some mead, he must not have drunk enough, otherwise he can't even fall over the old lady! Drink quickly, hurry up
Drink, don’t keep the poor old lady waiting too long!”
Salomon got up from the ground, took the mead and drank it all in one gulp.
The second game began, and this time Salomon did not underestimate the enemy. When the old woman squeezed towards him and wanted to repeat the same trick, Salomon quickly grabbed the old woman's shoulders. The thin shoulders and
A slender bone would not be stronger than a threaded steel bar, but when he grabbed the shoulder, he found that the old woman's shoulder was as stable as the Himalayas where he grew up. The old woman held on tightly.
His biceps pushed him with the terrifying power of a giant beast, as if she was not an old woman but an evil beast living in the galaxy - even though Salomon tried his best to fight against it, when the old woman
The woman's strength kept torturing his bones, muscles and internal organs. At this moment, he seemed to be in the heavy snow outside the house again. Weakness and cold seeped into his body from the outside to the inside, making his joints stiff and his vision blurred.
The weight of the whole world fell on him, forcing him to kneel down.
The soldiers knocked on the table and started the countdown.
It wasn't until the old woman let go of her hand that Salomon, who was covered in mud, reeds and broken ice, stood up unsteadily amid the laughter of the soldiers.
"You lost again, human king!" the king roared. "The best warrior among humans can't defeat an old woman? Boy, let me add another rule. As long as you can defeat her this time, I will sentence you to
Win. You have one last chance, how about it?"
In the third game, Salomon took the lead. When he pushed the old woman's shoulders, he seemed to hit a war engine. The power that could lift a mountain could not push the old woman at all. He exhausted all his strength.
His full strength could only force the old woman to take half a step back. Even so, the fur-clad warriors present also exclaimed from their throats, and the white-haired king on the throne stood up in surprise. It was the old woman's turn.
The person fought back, and she repeated her old tricks and grabbed Salomon's shoulders, and then the strength drained from his body, wrinkles climbed up his originally young cheeks, and the calcium escaped from the increasingly fragile bones, hiding in
The long black hair under the wolfskin hood turned gray at the roots.
Death knocked on his door, and inevitable aging came to him. The king of the undead breathed a sigh of relief and sat back on the throne.
Salomon looked at the old woman's empty, mixed eyes, which were close at hand. He straightened his back, causing his spine to make a tooth-wrenching squeak. His expression was not ferocious with excessive force, but calm with anger.
He sensed something was wrong from the moment he came to this snowfield. "I refuse." He whispered to the old woman, and then his eyes burst into dazzling light, "No matter what tricks you want to play, I refuse.
"The heat far exceeding that of a furnace fire burst out of the air around him, the ice cubes made of mead on the reed mud began to melt, the wrinkles faded from his face, the gray hair returned to jet black, and the bones became strong again.
He slowly stood up, and with the strength he didn't know where to come from, he crushed the old woman's arm little by little. He struggled to get up, and threw the old woman named Aging to the ground, even smashing the granite into pieces.
The noisy warriors suddenly lost the courage to look at him. No one tapped their wine glasses on the long table. Even the ghosts in the dark corridor stopped whispering and stared at him nervously.
"I know who you are. You are aging. No one can defeat aging. This is true for everyone. Those humans who die from aging are your slaves. Except for me, I will not become your prey!"
Salomon spat at the old woman lying on the ground and looked at the King of the Undead on the high platform. "I abide by the ancient etiquette, but you tease me again and again." He accused the King of the Undead, "
Just like you let the irresistible and unstoppable aging go against me. You asked your warriors to bring you the wine glass that holds the ocean, and deceived me into trying to drink up the entire ocean. After I drank three sips, the entire ocean surface dropped.
.Your wolf is Helheim itself, death that no one can shake, the end for all."
The King of the Undead picked up the spear and stood up from the throne. The face under the eagle helmet quickly rotted to reveal the yellowing bones. "Then who am I? Answer this question, the human king!"
"You are Odin, you have violated ancient etiquette, and you have been cursed!"
Dazzling firelight condensed in Salomon's hand. As soon as the scorching holy sword appeared, it immediately ignited the reeds spread on the wet soil. The dark corridor was illuminated, and the ghostly creatures immediately screamed and fled.
The wolf-skinned warriors stood up at the same time and grabbed their own weapons from the weapons pile. They were so impatient that they knocked over the long table and stools, and scattered the mead and meat on the floor. Salomon kicked him over
He swung the giant axe, Frech, and then swung his long sword to cut off the arm holding the giant axe. Warriors holding weapons swarmed in, and the giant axe, long sword, warhammer and shield squeezed every inch of space in front of him——
They let out creepy, animal-like roars, and their twisted shadows transformed into wolf-shaped demons. The wolf skins on their bodies gradually merged with their bodies, changing their bones and muscles, and turning their fingers into claws.
Teeth transform into fangs.
These half-human and half-wolf warriors became more and more fierce and bloodthirsty. The spine-chilling wolf howls sounded one after another in the hall. The mystic mage waved his weapon and fought hard. He cut off the long sword wielded by the werewolf and thrust out the holy sword.
The shield pierced together with the warrior behind who began to mutate into a wolf. He killed Sigmund and his sister's children and Xing Fuyoute, killed the giant wolves Frech and Killy, and he chopped down one of them.
The next half-wolf warrior rushed over, and the wet wolf blood on the ground had just condensed into ice before it melted again due to the heat of the holy sword.
The sounds of weapons clashing with each other and angry shouts of killing replaced the sounds of laughter and drinking. The aroma of barbecue and mead was replaced by the stench of the excrement and entrails of the dying. Salomon stepped on the wolf
The corpse climbed onto the high platform and approached Odin, the Lord of the Undead. The latter was indifferent to Salomon's killing, but stared at him with festering eyeballs.
"Tell me, why do you want me to appear here?" Salomon looked ferocious as he crushed the head of a half-wolf warrior. His bloodthirsty and ferocity were not much worse than those werewolf warriors. His wolfskin coat
His body was covered with traces of greasy blood and dark mead, and his feet were covered with smashed, chopped and trampled bones and minced flesh.
"As you said, the overlords of the old era should die." Odin's voice hissed due to the damaged trachea and rotten cheeks. "This world is about to be destroyed, and all my people will die. Ass.
Gard's ascension failed, and the future belongs only to humans. I see the potential in you to defeat the enemy, and I want to make a deal with you. No tricks, no deception, you have gained my respect."