Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 1160 Journey to Valhalla

According to ancient etiquette, the host should provide food to the guest and promise not to harm him, and the guest should swear not to draw a weapon in the hall after receiving the food.This is the ancient law of the old night, no one can break it, or there will be a curse.Rude grunts came from all around, and the soldiers whispered to each other, seeming very angry at Salomon's rejection.Some armed warriors squeezed through the fur-clad crowd and aging human servants and stood behind Salomon, as if waiting for the king's order on the high platform. The ghostly creatures living in the shadows on both sides of the hall eagerly whispered to each other, screaming in disbelief. whispers.

"You refuse your meat!" A warrior with a great ax was closest to Salomon, closing in on the mystic until Salomon could smell the rotting blood in his hair and animal fur.A low growl came from the warrior's throat, showing his non-human fangs, and wearing the wolf fur of the wild wolf that Salomon had seen before, "Are you insulting us, human king? You followed me here, Are you looking down on our meat now?"

Salomon didn't look at him, but suppressed his anger and looked around.At this moment, he was sure that these warriors were not human beings, whether it was their souls or the projections reflected by the fire, they were all distorted into some kind of evil creatures with long snouts. "I have been well received. Your king has provided me with shelter and warmth, how can I ask for more?" He collected his emotions and said in a polite tone, "This is meat that can make warriors stronger , I am just a foreigner, how can I take away this delicious food?"

"Then drink it!" said the soldier viciously, "If you refuse the mead, it will be an insult to our hospitality etiquette."

He summoned an old and weak human servant. The servant tried his best to drag a huge wine glass hammered out of lead. Some gold and precious stones were randomly crushed on the wine glass as decorations. Even so, the poor workmanship of this wine glass could not be concealed.The soldier put the almost overflowing wine glass in front of Salomon, and raised his eyebrows maliciously.Even though the soldier moved roughly, the liquid in the wine glass remained motionless. When Salomon reached out to take it, he realized that the wine glass was so heavy that he had to stretch out his hands to hold it.

Salomon looked at the warrior, then lifted the cup to his lips and swigged.

The night-thick mead was extremely cold, but it almost set him ablaze when he drank it. The boiling sour liquid poured thick smoke into his nose. Salomon closed his eyes reddened by the smoke, and resisted Sore throat and lips have been drinking.He didn't know how much he drank and how long he drank it. It was not until he put down the glass that the liquid level dropped by less than a finger.

"You actually let the liquid level drop." The soldier bared his fangs in surprise, "You actually drank so much!"

"Good wine." Salomon hiccupped and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Then continue!" the soldier roared.

"Sorry, I'm full, thank you for your generosity."

"You're insulting me!" The soldier rushed towards Salomon, waving the huge ax in his hand.Salomon immediately stood up from the chair, avoiding the sharp knife that split the bench, then turned and smashed his fist on the side of the soldier's ear.With just one blow, this warrior with an inhuman physique was smashed onto the long table, and the plate containing meat and bones was pushed to the ground. The ghost in the dark cheered and rushed forward to eat the shredded meat on the bones. Until the soldier stood up in a daze, he still maintained an expression of disbelief.The soldier shook his head angrily, and rushed forward with another roar.

"Enough, Fritch!" roared the King, "however much you dislike him, this human king is our guest, he politely refuses meat but drinks enough mead, he observes fireside etiquette , no one can harm him, otherwise he will be expelled from the hall." Frach lowered his head, then showed his throat, expressing his submission to the king, and so did the other warriors in the hall.The king handed the spear to the priest wearing antlers, and looked down at Salomon, "Since our guest is strong enough to drink our mead, is he interested in accepting another challenge?"

"Of course, you have to have some fun in the long night." As soon as the words came out, the soldiers around the long table cheered loudly. The soldiers holding the wine glasses smashed the long table like drums and the wine glasses like hammers, and the soldiers without wine glasses smashed with a fist. "I don't mind taking part in the challenge in order to figure something out."

"You got me interested, inhuman human king." The king said with great interest, "Since you want to seek my wisdom, then I will give you three challenges. If you failed to drink all the mead, then The first challenge has failed, and there are two more waiting for you. To be fair, as long as you successfully complete one, I will grant your wish. If you fail all of them, you will have to stay here forever to serve me , the living cannot stay in Valhalla, so you must give up your life. Since you can knock down Hermod with one punch, it means that you can join my undead hunting group to fight for me."

"Okay, we've reached a deal." Salomon straightened his back, "If I win the challenge, you have to tell me why I came here."

"Then, the second challenge!" The voices of the soldiers knocking on the long table became more and more anxious. "Next is a test of strength, human king. See the beast before the throne? You must make him move, whatever method you use. Well, do you accept this challenge?"

Salomon walked towards the giant wolf that was still sleeping beside the fire. He knew that this wolf was the king's loyal pet and helper, and no one could command it. Julang ordered it in the ear, but directly hugged the giant wolf's belly with both hands.The wolf's fur was soft, and the warm fur wrapped Salomon's frostbitten arms, but he couldn't lift the wolf above his head.

"Have you given up?" the king asked.

"Not yet, I haven't even started yet!" said Salomon. "You allow me to use any method, don't you?"

"I suggest you start with the claws." The king said with great interest, "If you can't move it, at least you have to move its claws!" His humor made the soldiers laugh. "I want you to move it, not just pick up a paw. Every warrior here can throw this wolf off the roof. If you can't even do that, how can you stay here and join the hunt Fight for me?"

Salomon took a deep breath, bent down and stretched out his hands to hold the wolf's legs, and then began to exert force.His back was tense and his face was red, the veins on his arms burst from excessive force, the overlapping knuckles were white, and a lot of sweat slid from his forehead.The yellow granite floor near the high platform made a toothache cracking sound under his feet. Salomon let out a roar, and then the giant wolf's claws were slowly lifted up at a speed that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye. The wolf paws were off the ground.A distant loud noise came from the sky, as if huge rocks were rubbing against each other, and the mountain complained of pain. This movement made the soldiers in the hall whisper to each other uncomfortably.

Panting, Salomon dropped the wolf paw, making an earth-shattering noise.

"Ha! Good job, inhuman human king, but you failed!" The king nodded appreciatively, "There is another challenge, if you fail again, you, the living, must give up your life to join us, join the undead pack of hunters. Are you ready for one last challenge?"

Salomon stood up unsteadily. "accept."

"I won't bully you. Give him a cup of mead first, so that he can regain his strength."

The king waved his hand, and a servant immediately brought the horn cup.Salomon took the wine glass and drank it. The cool mead gradually cooled his hot body. Even though he was at a disadvantage, he still stared at the dark corridors on both sides of the hall with vigilant eyes. "The third challenge is very simple." Following the order of the king, an old woman limped out from among the servants and stopped in front of Salomon, raising her cloudy eyes with cataracts to look at The face of the mystic.She looked shriveled and wrinkled, as if a breeze could blow her away, and the thin, dry strands of hair on the top of her head made it difficult to judge her age.

"You can wrestle my old maid. She is the mother of wolves, she taught us to wrestle, and even in her old age, I believe she has not forgotten her past skills. Don't make that face, she once beat Be a strong guy, this is what I have seen with my own eyes." The aging king had a sly expression, "Don't underestimate the enemy, human king, if you want to join the hunting group, then win her first!"

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)