Ever since Freya swore a vow of revenge after the death of Balder, Lu Xiao has never seen her again, and even Sigurune and other old subordinates don't know where Freya has gone.
In the past, Freya only wore linen clothes and carried a simple staff behind her back, looking like a down-and-out spellcaster.
When they met again, Freya put on a set of glittering women's light armor, with a sheathed long sword slung across her waist.
"Xiaoyu, hide."
It was pitch dark, and before Freya noticed it, Lu Xiao called to Tamamo and cast a spell to cover their whereabouts.
"Um?"
There was no one rowing the boat in Freya's boat, and the boat automatically moved forward at a constant speed under the influence of some kind of magic.
Sensing the fleeting fluctuation of magic power nearby, Freya frowned slightly and looked up at the empty Tyr Temple Bridge.
'Illusion...probably not.'
Freya was once regarded by the Warner Protoss as the mainstay of the new generation in the clan. She had profound attainments in both close combat and spells.
After being deprived of her wings and warrior soul by Odin, Freya had no choice but to curb her edge and began to show herself as a witch.
The life of a witch these years has not been without its rewards. Freya has lost her proud fighting ability, but Freya's spell level has been further improved.
The boat docked at the dock on the lower level of the Temple of Tyr. Freya unsheathed the golden sword at her waist and carefully operated the lifting platform to the floor where the main building of the temple was located.
Lu Xiao knew that Freya had good spell perception. At the same time as Tamamo Mae's spell took effect, the group of people retreated to the other end of the bridge to the gate of the Kingdom Tower leading to Muspelheim.
Freya closed her eyes and scanned the bridge, but could not find any traces.
'Who is hiding in the dark and peeking? Odin? Or...'
Freya's eyes flickered slightly, she took back her sword and pondered for a moment, then turned around and walked towards the direction of the Kingdom Teleport Room.
"Clang!"
There was no one inside the open door.
Sindri and Brock left the blacksmith shop in Midgard not long ago and returned to the dwarves' hometown of Swartheim to collect the materials needed for Lu Xiao to repair the space beacon.
Hundreds of Valkyries commanded by Sigurn are concentrated in the Tirmi chamber on the lower level of the temple, maintaining good fighting status through mutual exchanges.
Freya walked to the blacksmith's shop where the furnace was extinguished, and stretched out her fingers to wipe a thin layer of dust on the small table.
"No one has used the blacksmith shop for at least five days. Where did the two dwarves go?"
Lu Xiao used his clairvoyance to closely monitor Freya's movements at the other end of the bridge, and at the same time informed Mimir in the Tirmi room through mental messages.
"Mimir, tell Kratos and Atreus for me."
"Freya is back, let Atreus test her purpose first."
Perhaps she found some resonance from Kratos and Atreus, who had been at odds before. Freya took great care of Atreus and did her best to help him in any way she could.
Baldr did not die in the hands of Kratos, but was ended by Lu Xiao himself, avoiding the direct conflict and hatred between Kui and his son and Freya. Atreus should be the most likely to ask the truth from Freya.
The person who speaks.
After Mimir took the order and started taking action, Lu Xiao silently waited for the subsequent development of the situation.
Yongzhen held Lu Xiao's hand with some worry: "Is she coming back for revenge? It seems that she has regained her warrior abilities."
"It's not that simple."
Tamamo Mae's eyes flashed with a faint blue light, and she, who was also proficient in magic, could see some lingering ominous shadows on Freya's body.
"Odin's curse hasn't gone away yet. She's just pretending. She still can't hurt anyone."
Lu Xiao didn't think Freya would give up her revenge of killing her son so easily, but Freya was not a shrew completely driven by hatred.
After going through the most emotional period, Freya calmed down and temporarily buried her hatred in her heart. Her demeanor looked much calmer than the last time we parted.
A few minutes later, Atreus strode out of the secret room behind his father.
Freya looked around in front of the temple in confusion. Sindri and Brock were not there, and she didn't know how to find the resistance organization hiding in the dark, waiting for opportunities.
When she was at a loss, Freya's expression suddenly changed, and she felt something like a green leaf with clear veins from her body.
"The Thread of Destiny?"
After being thrown into the air by Freya, the leaves began to emit a hazy emerald green light and automatically floated towards the side of the main building of the temple.
Two figures, one tall and one short, walked up from the lower level through the spiral staircase. The short man walking in front walked more briskly, while the strong man walking behind walked steadily.
"Wow~ It's really Freya!"
Atreus appeared a little excited, but he did not forget his father's reminder and kept a distance from Freya and looked at her with some vigilance.
When Freya saw Atreus, a relieved smile appeared on her melancholy face.
"I thought you had gone back to your hometown in the forest, but I didn't expect to see you two here again."
Kratos held Atreus's shoulders and asked Freya in a deep voice: "It's hard to explain... Freya, what are you doing here?"
Freya sighed softly: "I heard that there is a resistance organization in Midgard that specifically resists Asgard. This underground organization has a large number of Valkyries joining it. Do you know where they are?"
Kratos did not answer Freya's question directly, but continued to ask calmly: "If it is true, what are you going to do?"
Atreus added: "Let me remind you that you also know the leader of this organization. I don't think you can live in peace."
A gleam flashed in Freya's eyes: "Is it the foreign traveler who killed Badr?"
Kratos' appearance remained unchanged, but the muscles throughout his body were tense and ready for action.
"Yes, it was him who traveled throughout Jotunheim and Vanaheim to connect the alliance against Asgard."
"What do you want to do? Revenge?"
Freya gritted her teeth and reminded herself countless times that the overall situation was the most important thing.
"Breathe~breathe..."
After taking a deep breath, Freya managed to adjust her mood: "There are some things I want to ask in person, where is he?"
Kratos frowned.
Out of his distrust of the gods, he did not want to discuss these useless topics with Freya.
"Answer my question first, goddess."
Atreus stood up at this time to smooth over the somewhat tense atmosphere between the two.
"Father, don't be so nervous. I believe Freya has calmed down."
Kratos looked down at his son: "Atreus, are you willing to believe in God?"
Atreus's face showed a mature smile that did not match his age: "Father, you said that we cannot follow the old path of those corrupt gods. I have to explore my own way to become a god."
"I know that the rough experiences in the past make it difficult for you to believe in gods, but please at least believe in me."
"Not all gods are untrustworthy. There are also good gods in Asgard."
"To take a step back, if we want to defeat Odin, who is sitting in the nine realms, we still need more powerful assistance."
Kratos looked at his son with complicated eyes, and finally a happy smile flashed across his lips.
"Atreus, I still have reservations, but it's up to you to make the decision on this matter."