Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 1161 Journey to Valhalla

This thin old woman's head could only reach Salomon's chest, and even her steps were trembling, she looked older than everyone in this hall.No matter how much the king brags about the old lady's identity, Salomon is a two-meter-tall man after all. He is unwilling to participate in such a battle without any honor, and he is unwilling to hurt such a thin old lady, but this is The last challenge, he must win or stay in Vallaha.

"Are you ready, ma'am?" Salomon put on a posture while relaxing his shoulders, trying not to cause too much harm to the old woman, "I will be gentle and not hurt you."

Hearing this, the old woman laughed, revealing her shriveled, toothless gums.Immediately afterwards, she rushed over, at an astonishing speed.She squatted down and locked one of Salomon's legs with her arms. Salomon immediately felt that her leg became weak where the old woman touched it, and the thin and thin arm that looked weak had amazing strength.

Salomon immediately changed his attitude and tried to push her or back and trip her, throwing her to the ground as he freed himself from the restraints, but she was rock solid and motionless.The strength of the old woman went all the way up Salomon's spine, causing his knees to start to bend. Salomon pushed her with all his strength, but still couldn't stop the old woman from lifting him up and jumping on her. It seemed that the old woman, who was not as heavy as a sheep, was able to overwhelm him.

The onlookers began to count down, and at the same time knocked their wine glasses on the long table, and even the ghosts in the corridor roared loudly.Tired human servants shuttled among the warriors, pouring wine and serving meat to them. Often, the wine glass was empty just after pouring one second and the next. stumble.When counting to one, the old woman staggered and jumped off Salomon's chest, as if Salomon had accidentally broken her bone, and it was not Salomon but her who was lying on the ground.

"Two wins in three rounds. In the first round, the old maid won!" The king laughed loudly, "Give this kid some honey wine, he must not have had enough, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to beat the old lady! Drink quickly, hurry up Drink, and don't keep the poor old woman waiting too long!"

Salomon got up from the ground, took the mead and drank it all in one go.

The second round started, and this time Salomon did not underestimate the enemy. When the old woman squeezed towards him and wanted to repeat the old trick, Salomon quickly grabbed the old woman's shoulder.Those thin shoulders and slender bones would not be stronger than a threaded steel bar, but when he grasped this shoulder, he found that the old woman's shoulders were as stable as the Himalayas where he had lived since he was a child.The old woman grabbed his biceps tightly and pushed him with the terrifying force of a giant beast, as if this was not an old woman but a monster living in the galaxy—even though Salo Meng tried his best to fight against it, but the strength of the old woman kept torturing his bones, muscles and internal organs. At this moment, he seemed to be in the heavy snow outside the house again, and the weakness and cold penetrated into his body from the outside to the inside. It made his joints stiff and his vision blurred, as if the weight of the whole world was on him, forcing him to kneel on one knee.

The soldiers knocked on the table to start the countdown.

It wasn't until the old woman let go that Salomon, whose body was covered in mud, reeds and crushed ice, stood up unsteadily amidst the laughter of the soldiers.

"You've lost again, king of men!" roared the king. "The best warrior among men can't beat an old woman? Boy, I'll add another rule. As long as you can beat her this time, I'll sentence you Win. You have one last chance, how about it?"

In the third round, Salomon took the lead. When he pushed the old woman's shoulder, he seemed to hit the engine of war. The strength that could lift a mountain couldn't push the old woman at all.With all his strength, he could only force the old woman to take half a step back. Even so, the fur-clad warriors gasped in amazement from their throats, and the white-haired king on the throne stood up in surprise.It was the old woman's turn to fight back. She grabbed Salomon's shoulders again and again, and then the strength flowed from him, and the wrinkles climbed up his originally young cheeks, and the calcium was released from the increasingly fragile bones. Fleeing, his long black hair, concealed under a wolfskin hood, turned gray at the roots.

Death knocked at his door, and the inevitable aging found him.The king of the undead breathed a sigh of relief and sat back on the throne.

Salomon looked at the empty and mixed eyes of the old woman who was close at hand. He straightened his back and made his spine creak.His expression was not ferocious with excessive force, but calm with anger. He had noticed something was wrong since he came to this snowy field. "I refuse." He whispered to the old woman, and then his eyes burst into a dazzling light, "No matter what tricks you want to play, I refuse." As soon as he came out, the ice cubes of mead on the reed mud ground began to melt, the wrinkles faded from his face, the gray hair returned to pitch black, and his bones became strong again.

He stood up slowly, and with the strength he didn't know where he came from, he overwhelmed the old woman's arm little by little.He struggled to get up, and threw the old woman named Senile to the ground, even smashing the granite into pieces.The clamoring warriors suddenly lost the courage to look at him. No one knocked on the long table with wine glasses, and even the ghosts in the dark corridor stopped whispering and stared at him nervously.

"I know who you are. You are old age. No one can defeat old age, for all men, and those who die of old age are your servants. I will not be your prey except me!" Salomon spit on the old woman lying on the ground, and looked at the undead king on the high platform. "I observe the ancient etiquette, and you tease me again and again." He charged the Lord of the Dead, "just as you set the irresistible, unstoppable aging against me. You let your warriors bring it. The goblet of the ocean, tricked me into trying to drink the whole ocean, I took three sips and the whole ocean fell. Your wolf is Helheim itself, death unshakable, the end of all."

The undead king picked up the spear and stood up from the throne. The face under the eagle helmet quickly rotted to reveal yellow bones. "Then who am I! Answer this question, Human King!"

"You are Odin, you violated the ancient etiquette, you are cursed!"

The dazzling fire condensed in Salomon's hands, and as soon as the scorching holy sword appeared, it immediately ignited the reeds spread on the wet soil, the dark corridor was illuminated, and the ghostly creatures screamed and fled immediately.Hundreds of warriors in wolf skins stood up at the same time, grabbing their own weapons from the pile of weapons one after another. They were so impatient that they overturned the long tables and stools, scattering honey wine and meat all over the floor.Salomon kicked Fritch, who was swinging the great ax at him, and then swung his sword and severed the arm holding the great axe.Warriors with weapons swarmed in, giant axes, long swords, warhammers, and shields squeezed every inch of space in front of him—they let out creepy, animal-like roars, and the distorted shadows turned into wolf-shaped monsters , The wolf fur on their bodies gradually merged with their bodies, changing their bones and muscles, turning their fingers into sharp claws, and their teeth into fangs.

These half-human, half-wolf warriors became more and more fierce and bloodthirsty. The spine-chilling howls of wolves sounded one after another in the hall. The mystic swung his weapon and fought hard. The shield was pierced together with the warrior behind who began to mutate into a wolf.He killed Sigmund and his sister's children and Xing Fuyut, and killed the giant wolves Frech and Keeley. When he cut down one, the next half-wolf warrior rushed over, wet with wolf blood The wet ground just condensed into ice and then melted due to the heat of the holy sword.

The sound of weapons clashing and angry shouts replaced laughter and drinking, and the smell of roasting meat and mead was replaced by the stench of excrement and entrails of the dying.Salomon stepped on the wolf carcass and climbed onto the high platform, approaching Odin, the lord of the undead. The latter was indifferent to Salomon's killing, but stared at him with festering eyeballs.

"Tell me, why do you want me to appear here?" Salomon looked grim, crushing the head of a half-wolf warrior.His bloodlust and ferocity are not much worse than those of werewolf warriors, his wolf fur coat is full of greasy blood and dark mead marks, his feet are full of smashed, chopped and trampled Bones and minced meat.

"As you said, the overlord of the old age should die." Odin's voice was hissed by the broken windpipe and rotting cheek. "This world is about to be destroyed, and all my people will die. Asgard's ascension failed, and the future only belongs to humans. I see in you the potential to defeat the enemy. I want to make a deal with you. No tricks, no deceit, you have earned my respect."

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)