Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 1159 Journey to Valhalla

It wasn't until we walked out of the range covered by the runes that the Nordic summer sea breeze came again, just like walking out of an air-conditioned room and standing in the scorching sun in the afternoon, the originally cool sea breeze also brought a little warmth at this moment. hot.

Casilios was surprised to find that the sun had sunk into the sea at this moment, and the time he felt in the wooden house was only ten minutes. If it wasn't for the smell of soot and blood on Salomon who was walking beside him, he would have almost lost his mind. I can't believe what happened just now——however, no matter how much Casilios asked about what happened in the cabin, Salomon kept a hesitant expression, as if he didn't know how to tell the story.

In fact, when he stepped on the threshold for the first time, he knew what he was going to face. Even so, his pride still supported him to go in and face the old overlord.Inside the house was a boundless snow field, the ice and snow did not even reach his knees, every step he took would compress the ice and snow into crystals that made squealing sounds.

This is an indescribable calm, this is the sound of death, the silence and death under the gray sky surpasses everything in the real world.He took a deep breath, the cold air filled his lungs, his moist eyes froze and melted in an instant—he could hear his own heartbeat, he could hear his footsteps, and every direction he looked from here was covered in heavy snow To where the gray horizon meets the dark purple sky.The severe cold tore his skin and hair, and the extremely low temperature scratched his lungs and heart like sharp claws penetrating into his body. It only takes a few seconds for ordinary people to freeze to death in this heavy snow, unless they have With such a special physique, he can only survive here in unlined clothes.

Salomon knew that this was not true, it was just an illusion, and it was the effect of Odin's power overflowing from the outer dimension into the plane of reality.But when he lowered his head, he found that his neat and tidy clothes had turned into a poorly tailored wolf fur coat that smelled like animals, and his exquisite handmade leather shoes had also turned into ankle boots supported by animal skins. The constellations he knew scribbled out the fate of the dead that shouldn't have happened.

A wild wolf, a wild wolf near the horizon, was waiting for him sitting on a high snow-covered rock, its gray-black fur almost blended with the night, and its hot breath condensed into white mist in the cold air.When Salomon walked over, the wild wolf turned and left, leaping towards the desolate wilderness that spread towards the horizon - seeing this situation, Salomon immediately followed.As if he had lost all his strength, only his long-term strengthened body was still supporting him to pull his legs out of the snow in this extremely low-temperature environment, and strode forward.Ice and snow froze his toes, the cold air tore his throat, and the smell of blood kept rising.He chased the extremely fast wolf and ran for hours without stopping, the temperature continued to drop, and he could not see any sun.It wasn't until the frostbite was still spreading under his skin, and the exhaustion he hadn't felt for a long time attacked his muscles again, that the wild wolf gradually slowed down.

It was a longhouse like an upside-down giant longboat. The tiles of the sloping roof were covered by heavy snow, and the angular pillars were decorated with carvings of wolf heads. The tall chimneys in the middle of the roof emitted thick smoke from the roof. The firelight from the open door made a shaky silhouette on the dark snow.The wild wolf was sitting under the fire and waiting for him. Salomon moved his frozen limbs and then pushed open the door, and walked in with the wild wolf—the vast hall was full of life, and two rows of vines grew There are an astonishing number of long tables in the space between the pillars, and a bonfire made of burning coals stands in the center of the house. A slaughtered giant beast is roasted on the bonfire, which only illuminates the hall without taking care of the corridors on both sides.However, this is not a simple hall, and shadowy ghosts live in shadows that cannot be illuminated by fire.

Gathered around the long table was a group of barbaric warriors who smelled of blood and greasy sweat. They gnawed at the meat on the huge plate and drank the mead in the horn cup while making harsh noises and noises from moving their feet. The hum of conversation.Some warriors in armor sat at the end of the long table, and a large number of blood-stained weapons were piled together, exuding an astonishing stench and ferocity.The gnawed bones were thrown everywhere, and even one could be stepped on from time to time on the mud floor covered with reeds. The sour honey wine soaked every fiber of the long wooden table, and the fierce burning fire emitted The heat intensifies the stench in the hall even more.

On the high platform at the top of the hall, there is a long table and a wooden throne engraved with hero reliefs. A white-haired king sits on the fur-covered throne and holds a golden spear.His height is far beyond ordinary people, and the fiercest and strongest fighters on the other long tables can only get his chest. Although the king looks very old, his every move is still extremely majestic. A sleeping giant wolf, the fur color is exactly the same as the wild wolf that led Salomon here before.

The king didn't seem to notice Salomon's arrival until he pushed aside the fighting fighters and went under the high platform to stand in the blood of the loser.Only then did the soldiers notice his existence, and a thousand pairs of vicious yellow eyes were aimed at him. The ghost living in the darkness fled the hall in fright, and a gust of cold wind blew up, causing Many soldiers complained aloud.

"I am the God of War, the God of Storms, the Lord of the Spear, the God of the Dead, the Lord of the Dead, the God of Knowledge, the King of the Gallows, the Father of Magic, and the Father of Gods." The old king spoke in Old Norse At that moment, the burning coal pile burst into pieces of sparks, as if the air was shaken by his voice.He bent down and looked at Salomon under the high platform, his sharp eyes were fixed on the young man's face, "Who came to my hall to challenge me?"

"I am Salomon of Earth, Lord of Kama Taj, Holder of the Holy Sword, King of the Immortal City, Emperor of Latvinia and future Lord of Humanity." Salomon said neither humble nor humble, "I don't know why I'm here, but I know I have to be here."

"Are you a king too?"

"Yes."

"But you don't look like that at all. You have no armor, no weapons, and you look like a poor country hunter." Pointing to the tattered leather jacket on Salomon, the king said cunningly, "Whoever you are, How many titles, I have more titles you have never heard of, those titles are heavier than the most magnificent mountains in the world, and you look weak. This is my hall, and you want to be in This challenges me!"

"I do not challenge you, Father of the Gods. I just want you to show your hospitality, to give a stranger the warmth of a fire, an ancient courtesy. Besides, I am also a king, and we are equal , You have no reason to reject me." Although he didn't know what happened, Salomon answered according to the tradition he learned in Asgard in the past. "And we are not enemies. I am unarmed and frank. If you refuse to give me warmth, then your fate will be covered by the shadow of an ancient curse."

The priest with antlers and amulets whispered in the king's ear, and after a while, the king nodded with a reluctant expression.

"Today we welcome a new guest!" The gray-haired king shouted loudly to everyone in the hall, "Although the priest has proved his merits, the living cannot set foot in my palace Val Hala, he must prove himself worthy of the warmth I bestow upon him. If he cannot complete the test of proving himself, then whoever defeats him will receive my gift." The warriors pounded their fists There was a huge roar at the long table, some anxious soldiers had already put down their meat, stretched out their greasy hands to pick up the weapons and shields that had been put aside, and some were shaking their fists at their companions in order to compete for places.The king with the spear in his hand laughed loudly, and made a gesture to silence the restless soldiers.

"But before that, give the guests enough courtesy." The king called the servants to bring a huge plate and put it in front of Salomon, himself and the soldiers.Only then did Salomon see clearly that the thing on the wooden tray was not a simple barbecue, but a human leg that had been baked black. "This is the flesh and blood of the weak." The priest said aside, "This is the best food to nourish the body of a warrior."

"No." Salomon suppressed his anger, "I refuse."

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)