Chapter 716: Violent Negotiations (Part 2) Valhalla of the Dead
Asgard is a society with distinct classes. The difference between nobles and commoners is almost equivalent to two different species. Whether it is lifespan or strength, nobles with more divine blood have the upper hand. The average lifespan of ordinary Asgardians is only five years.
Hundreds of years are measured in units of thousands for nobles. The so-called "equality" does not exist in this world at all. There may be some nobles who have lived long enough who still remember the years when Odin conquered the nine realms, but they all keep it secret because
It was because they kept silent that they were able to survive the bloody purge and continue the Wannian family to this day.
Those nobles still remember Odin's brutal methods.
Countless ancient families that had existed since the reigns of Odin's father Bor and Bor's father Bree were uprooted. The eight-legged horse Repnir's horse hooves walked over the corpses of countless men, women, old people, and children, and stepped into
The splendid longhouse of the family palace. All the books about that person were burned, all the supporters of that person were killed, all the sculptures and stone tablets praising the great deeds were smashed, and the tongues of all the bards were cut out.
The smoke from the burning corpse even once covered the magnificent spire of the Golden Palace - the great Valkyrie, the powerful Valkyrie, the invincible Valkyrie. The cruel Odin did not hesitate to erase the memories that had been fought for him in the past.
The honor of the warrior, the one-eyed king on the throne extinguished the flames of betrayal with cold lies. The ax and blood became the excuse for forgetfulness. The ancient legend about the Valkyrie in the tavern was distorted and changed, and the new Asgardians listened.
The lies grew, and the truth ceased in the carnival of mead and banquets.
Everything has to do with that damn prophecy.
But they know that Ragnarok will come one day, and the poisonous dragon Nighold that gnaws at the roots of the World Tree will spread its wings. At that time, the equally cruel and ruthless goddess of death will ride on a long dragon made of dead people's nails.
The ship Nagilfa was lifted up from the cold and foggy world of eternal night by icy springs and poisonous snakes to the kingdom of the gods, bringing destruction to this world.
"Of course, these are all legends. Look around us, my friend, Nyghold is just a fairy tale to deceive children, and the goddess of death does not exist at all. No one can be on the north side of the Jinlenga Gap, that Herculean
To live in Erheim, there belongs to the dead, and here belongs to the living.”
The Asgardian astronomer is a commoner. He was appreciated for his knowledge and was given the opportunity to work in the Golden Palace. The last time Salomon saw him at the Asgard Observatory was him. This old guy drank
After two glasses of wine, he vowed: "That is just a mythical story created by the ancestors of Asgard who were afraid of the vast astronomical wonders when observing the universe and combined with the actual situation. It reflects the future of tomorrow's survival and our future."
The close relatives of the giants worried about it. Then it was sung by bards. In order to win attention, they naturally exaggerated and sang, but we as scholars must not use this as a basis."
"I didn't know Asgardians would talk like this." Cassilios winked behind the old guy and continued to attract the attention of stargazers with this topic. Salomon, wearing a cloak, crossed the Graz Sea.
Mu said to many men who were drinking and having fun, "I thought you would express fear of this legend, or analyze the rationality of this prophecy to me based on past history."
"I am a civilian, not a wizard like you. I believe in numbers. My lifespan is only five hundred years at most. Even if I use the most expensive soul forge for treatment, it will not exceed a thousand years. I don't have time to indulge.
The legend of the nobles. For a short-lived commoner like me, the pursuit of truth is the most important thing in this life. We were not created from ash branches or elm branches, and the world was not born from Ymir's corpse. The light elf
Dark elves are not creatures transformed from maggots, and the birth of dwarves has nothing to do with the flesh and blood of giants brimir and bláinn. Although the Aesir are gods, this does not mean that we should be superstitious about them. If you don't mind,
I'm going back to work..."
Casilios was a little surprised. He didn't expect Asgard's scholars to have such wisdom. He put down his original task and turned to ask the old man questions in a slightly respectful tone. "Please wait a moment, my dear."
Truth seekers…”
Salomon squeezed through the door and opened the Lord's scroll in front of the model that reflected the state of the World Tree in real time.
"Good evening, my dear Goddess of Death." He released the spell in the scroll and said softly, "I hope you will be satisfied with my gift."
"You're finally here! Before the winter of Fimbul comes!"
When the pure white horse spread its wings and penetrated the dark clouds with light and heat and fell from the sky, the queen, who was cut bloody by the sword Thorn Throne, stood up. As the most powerful immortal in Asgard, those wounds were healed in an instant
It healed. This is her trait, the chosen one from the concept of death, but she still thinks that this is her innate talent, just like her talent for necromancy, it is her
As a certificate for the future king of Asgard.
"It seems that you are ready to face death with the most courageous attitude." The goddess of death looked at his equipment, and then raised her chin proudly. She opened her hands and took a deep breath of the cold air full of death. Jiol River
The white mist on the river was pushed away by the strong wind curled by Pegasus' powerful wings, and the top of the iron tree forest was densely covered with cold white light. She welcomed Salomon's arrival loudly, "If your performance satisfies me
, I will allow you to stay with me forever, as my most powerful guard, and share with me the glory of ruling Asgard."
Salomon sat on Pegasus's back and responded with a smile, "So, before everything starts, would you mind enjoying the Asgardian banquet first?"
"Of course, last time we didn't have a chance to talk properly, this time I don't mind showing you the master's generosity before fighting. Move quickly, slow, lazy! You rotten corpses, brittle bones and stupid skeletons, hurry up
Bring up my things for entertaining guests. Okay, you two idiots are not going to make any move? Oh, I forgot that you have been dead a long time ago." Hela turned her back to the mystic mage and strode towards the depths of the palace.
, there is no worry that the mystic will launch a surprise attack. The passage of Hela's palace Eludnir (miserable) is extremely wide, and the palace that occupies the entire mountain range has countless rooms. Those rooms are filled with ghosts and skeletons, suffering from torture.
The miserable screams of the tormented messengers poured out from the cracks in the door, gathering into a wailing trickle.
The goddess of death walked happily, showing everything about herself to her guests.
"Look! This is my food 'hunger', this is my tableware 'taotie'... Come on, come on, let me show you my bedroom, its name is 'Destruction'. Come on, pull
Open the curtain named 'Fire' and you will see nine rivers. You see, that river is called 'Slid' - I throw the blades I created into that river every day. Lies
The king kept me here for so long that now the river is full of sharp knives. Do you see this big bed called 'Sorrow', warrior? I like warriors, I like fresh ones.
Flesh. If you defeat me, you will have the qualification to lie on it and share my pleasure."
"Really?"
"As long as you don't die in my hands, you are qualified."