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Chapter 265. Prelude to Ragnarok
Looking at Tyr who took out his weapon, especially the weapon from Sparta, Kratos' eyes revealed a slight undisguised murderous intent.

"What do you mean?"

"You are a little too excited. Calm down, my friend."

Facing Tyr's words, Kratos snorted indifferently, then stood up holding the axe and said: "First you told me a lot of nonsense, sometimes about damn fate and sometimes about bullshit changes. Now you say I'm too excited? You call yourself the God of War, is it because I look easy to talk to that you say these things in front of me?"

Looking at Tyr who picked up the weapon, and then at Kratos who was in painful memories or PTSD because of Sparta's gun and shield, Ron who was slacking off on the side raised his hand and said, "If you want to fight, go to the dance studio. You can't kill anyone here."

After hearing what Ron said, Kratos fell into a brief silence. Then he took a deep breath and looked at Tyr and said coldly: "Where did you get these things?"

"I got it by accident while traveling."

Seeing that Kratos's emotions seemed to have calmed down a little, Tyr looked at Ron with some surprise. Although it was their first meeting, there was no doubt that Ron had left a deep impression on Tyr.

However, Ron obviously did not participate in the thoughts between the two, so Tyr simply explained:

"About a few decades ago, I traveled to other realms. One time I happened to be in your hometown, Greece. There I saw a scene that looked like the end of the world."

Tyr said: "The sky lost the sun, the world fell into eternal night, the sea swallowed the plains, hurricanes roared on the ground, the dead ran in the world, and the sky fire fell from the sky... I heard the wails of countless gods who died."

"It was during this process that I unexpectedly met two surviving exiles from Sparta. From them, I learned the general situation. I wanted to try to stop all this from happening, but unfortunately, as a Nordic god, I am not qualified to deal with what happens in the Greek realm without the permission of the King of Gods Zeus."

"Later, I returned to Northern Europe with some exiles. When I was about to set out again, Odin came to me..."

Tyr seemed a little sad. "I have been imprisoned in a secret prison since then. I didn't expect that after so much time, I would actually meet you again... and in Northern Europe."

Tyr glanced at Atreus knowingly, then said, "Although this is only our first meeting, I can feel that you have changed a lot."

After hearing Tyr's explanation, Kratos realized that he was overthinking, and shook his head silently. He didn't want to talk to Tyr, but just turned around and sat down, sulking while maintaining the Leviathan Axe in his hand.

Looking at Kratos who was sulking for some unknown reason, Atreus shook his head helplessly, then turned his gaze to Tyr, only to see that Tyr was also looking at him gently.

This made Atreus' mind active - he always wanted to know what his father had experienced in his former hometown of Greece. Although he asked Ron, the answers Ron gave Atreus were very brief, such as how bad the gods were and how Kratos killed them.

And now...

Facing Atreus' gaze, Tyr smiled and nodded, but then pointed at Kratos, and then pointed at his own mouth, indicating that they should talk quietly for a while.

Seeing this, Atreus nodded excitedly, and couldn't wait to know what his father had done. Kratos on the side also obviously noticed this. However, after a moment of silence, he didn't choose to say anything more, but just lowered his head and continued to maintain his weapons, which was regarded as tacit approval of Tyr's action. On the other hand, when Freya came in, she hurriedly said, "Where is my son? Balder, where is Balder?!"

"Mr. Ron, you said you brought Balder back, so where is he now? Tell me quickly, I want to see him and make sure if he is hurt!"

"Oh, over there."

Ron pointed to the small room in the corner. Hearing this, Freya immediately prepared to run over to see if her baby son was okay. But just as Freya arrived at the door, Ron beside her added: "He's playing with the cups in there."

"..."

Hearing this, there was silence for a moment, and then Freya decided to leave Balder alone for a while.

After all, it is not a good thing to expose one's privacy in public... It is enough to have experienced social demise once. Now Balder doesn't know about it, so he can still hide it. If Balder really experiences it once...

Even though Balder, the most spirited young man in Northern Europe, didn't care about other people's weird looks, it was better to avoid this kind of social death. After all, even now, Freya still hadn't given up the idea of ​​letting Balder integrate into normal human society.

Thinking about this, Freya returned to Ron's side, took a deep breath, and then asked: "Badr and Tyr are back, so when will the counterattack on Asgard begin?"

"Just these two days."

After hearing Freya's words, Ron looked at Tyr and said, "What do you think? As the Nordic god of war, we are going to start to attack Odin now. You must give some effective suggestions, right?"

After hearing Ron's question, Tyr put away his Spartan spear and shield with some emotion, then came to the Asgard map next to Ron and said:

"Although I had already guessed why you came to save me when I was rescued, I have to say that now that I have confirmed it, I feel even more complicated. It is obvious that the fate of my mother's world has been changed forever."

"so?"

"Nothing, just expressing my feelings."

As he spoke, Tyr took a deep breath, and then his slightly loose aura began to change at an alarming speed. If he had previously felt like a soft and loose cloud, now, Tyr seemed to have turned into a sharp sword, with a sharp aura all over his body.

This also made Freya on the side breathe a sigh of relief, and then the group began the final discussion about the final Ragnarok.

While Ron and the others were preparing, Odin also realized that Freya and the others had made their final preparations. So, three days later, the war officially began.

(End of this chapter)