The moonlight shines on the dark sea, like a veil covering the abyss. The cold and empty sea has no end in sight, but this small reef island is like a lighthouse at this time.
The waves beat against the black reef, washing away various shellfish on it. From time to time, seaweed would hang on the sharp points, and then be gradually torn apart by the current.
There was a small stone house on the island, and a bonfire was set up in front of the door. At this time, a group of strong men were surrounding the fire, drinking from a large bowl, fighting with each other, and telling all kinds of bragging jokes, such as using bare hands.
Kill a frost giant, or ride a boar bareback or something.
The customs in Asgard are very similar to those in Northern Europe. There will be no crying at the funeral, but rather revelry, drinking and fighting to commemorate the deceased.
The more you drink, the deeper your feelings are. Beating someone to a disability or being beaten to a disability is the best memory, as long as you don't use weapons.
Don't say it, this custom seems barbaric, but if you think about it, it makes sense. If you go to someone's funeral and an arm is torn off, then every time you see bare shoulders in the future...
.
'Oh, this was ripped off when I attended XXX's funeral.'
The memory is still fresh, maybe decades have passed and I can still smile knowingly.
A pile of bonfires, a boat, a lot of wine and strong men, this is the funeral scene. Next, after everyone is drunk, the body of the deceased is put on the boat and pushed to the sea, and then fired with flaming arrows.
ignite.
It's just that Odin, as the real host of this 'farewell ceremony', has not died yet, so this is just the first half of the ceremony.
Others were not at the campfire either, but were still fishing on the rocks on the seaside with fishing poles. Thor and Loki behind him looked at his back, but didn't know what to say.
Thor was thinking about how many fish could be caught in a day in such a fast-flowing place. Loki was thinking about whether he would still be in the mood to fish so leisurely if he knew it was him who was going to die soon.
Daisy stood further forward than them, holding the Meow Hammer in her hand, wanting to show it to Odin.
But the former God King didn't answer. He still looked at the buoy in the waves, smiled and shook his head: "No, I won't be able to use it anymore. I feel relieved that you can use it to control thunder and lightning."
The sound of the waves could not cover up the voice of the God King. Although he sounded extremely weak, it seemed as if the sea was giving way to him when he spoke.
As a result, the female Thor was a little at a loss. She scratched her head and didn't know what to do next.
I thought that Odin would be like other old people, whose memories were recalled by the weapons of his youth. He would use it to reminisce about the prosperous years, and then talk about how to knock people more effectively.
But the old man didn't follow the routine and gave Daisy no chance to say what she had prepared.
The old Odin seems to have taken life and death lightly, and he has even been cheerful, just like an ordinary old man, as happy as seeing his children come home to reunite.
"Then His Majesty the God King, what are your plans next?" Daisy was at a loss for words. She felt a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say, because although she was using the power of the Immortal Palace, after all, she
He's from Earth.
Strictly speaking, this is a gathering of aliens, and I feel like I have entered the wrong hotel.
Odin gently moved the fishing rod in his hand, but the water ripples raised by the buoy in the waves could not be seen at all. He sighed softly:
"In Asgard's traditional concept, dying in battle is the most glorious, and dying in bed like me is the most despicable. But actually as a ruler, I would rather all my warriors
Do you understand that honor is not the most important thing if you can die a good life instead of dying unexpectedly?"
"Soldiers mean population, especially for a place like Asgard where all the people are soldiers." Daisy is a highly educated person after all, and of course she understands this: "There is nothing wrong with using a sword to seize land, but you can't
Forge all your plows into swords."
"Haha, you are right. If my son could have such a clear understanding as you, maybe I..." At this point, Odin shook his head again, as if to give up some thoughts: "So
I just defaulted to the choice that Deathstroke helped me make, maybe Hela is the ideal one."
Daisy and Hela were not familiar with each other at all, so they couldn't find a topic for a while.
And Odin seemed to have forgotten that she was around, and continued to focus on the fishing line in his hand.
At this time, the Rainbow Bridge was cast again, and Hela, dressed in dark green attire, walked out of the beam of light. Her eyes swept across the lively crowd, and everyone fell silent. She snorted with satisfaction, raised her delicate chin,
Walking towards the seaside with head raised.
"Thor, Loki, are you back?"
She dragged her long skirt and came to the two of them. Her face was expressionless and she couldn't tell what she meant.
"God King."
Thor couldn't tell how he felt about this sister who appeared out of nowhere, and just responded with a numb expression. The second prince Loki, on the other hand, smiled like a dog, and bowed gracefully.
But Hela didn't give him any special treatment. She just patted the two of them on the head and walked past them calmly. Instead, she stared at Daisy endlessly.
Then she smiled, like a flower blooming in the dark night, and she reached out and took Daisy's arm:
"The female Thor is alone? How is Deathstroke doing?"
"He was fine until yesterday, but now I don't know." Daisy felt the touch of a dead body, and couldn't help but feel chills in her heart. Hela's skin had no warmth at all, and was as pale as white paper.
Hela nodded, as if she understood something: "Loss of contact again? But it's normal for him. Wait for a moment and let me finish talking to Odin. I have something I want to communicate with you."
After saying that, without even giving Daisy a chance to refuse, Hela used magic to lift herself and Odin into the air with obsidian spikes, and began a secret conversation.
No one knew what they said. The sea breeze and the sound of waves covered everything, but when the two returned to the ground, Hela did not hold Gangnir, which represented divine power, and the fishing rod was still in Odin's hand.
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But she didn't look unhappy at all. Instead, she took Daisy's hand and walked to a deserted place: "Come on, let's talk about something about the World Tree. Others shouldn't follow.
What are you doing? Then play music and dance!"
"But I'm still anxious to go back to New York. I have something to do over there..." Daisy glanced at the Thor brothers, but Odin called them away and asked them to accompany them to a distant place.
One turn.
"Oh? Is there something you can tell me?" Hela didn't know what she was thinking, and her face was full of interest.
Daisy saw that she could not escape, so she could only tell the goddess of the underworld about the Skrull invasion. Hela said that it was not difficult to distinguish the Skrulls, as long as they examined their souls.
This is another method beyond the reach of ordinary people.
About ten minutes later, Thor and Loki came back, and they brought back Gangnir and a piece of news.
"Odin died, his body turned into starlight, and he disappeared in the wind."
The warm farewell ceremony officially began under the auspices of Frigga, and all the men from the fairy palace huddled together. Only Loki left behind another magic clone, and the real body was hidden somewhere.