Please Put Me on the Throne of Heroes

Skadi was confused and puzzled.

The giants lying on the ground also looked over at the same time, looking at their ruler.

Of course, the giant who only has instinct but no self-awareness doesn't understand.

"What do you want to do?" Skadi couldn't help asking again, and the goddess of the snow mountain became even more confused about the king of giants who 'robbed' her.

"Just watch it—" Luo Wei turned his gaze upwards, not looking at her.

"But I don't understand."

"You'll understand soon enough."

"..."

It feels like a conversation between two riddlemen.

Skadi was a little discouraged, why was this person so easy to trick him, yet he couldn't see through him?

And every time this happened, that other 'self' would come out and make sarcastic remarks.

But what she didn't know was that what Luo Wei said was true.

Because she really understood quickly, without too much explanation or listening.

Rowe raised his hand, and the fluffy cloak rolled up in the Jotunheimsen cold air, and the silver-white knight's spear appeared in his hand again. The spear was shaped like a storm-like spiral expansion. If Gilgamesh Here, it must be obvious at a glance that this is the changed form of the 'Deviation Sword'.

Because it is the manifestation of the concept of storm—the storm transformed by the original turning force of the stars, it is also a storm!

He gripped the spear tightly, and——throwing it toward the sky.

Him: "Come with me."

No need to say much, just move forward, and the shadow of the king will take the lead.

The spear shot into the sky.

And the day after tomorrow.

At this moment, everything was quiet, and Skadi widened her gorgeous dark purple pupils, staring blankly at the 'vortex' slowly emerging above the sky.

It was a dark and deep 'hole'.

is 'channel'.

A gateway to the dimension above.

With one shot, Luo Wei pierced through the sky.

With one blow, it penetrated the dimension and space.

"Come on." Luo Wei said again.

His voice echoed in Jotunheim, and also echoed in the other two realms that were also located under the roots of the world tree and bordered on this giant's kingdom.

In Asgard, the residence of the Goddess of Destiny, the fountain of Uldr, which symbolizes fate, ripples and ripples.

In the depths of Niflheim, the country of fog, the black dragon Nidhogg, who gnawed at the roots of the world tree all the year round, opened his golden dragon pupils.

In Midgard, the present world, in the atrium, the earth trembled, and an avalanche like a tsunami broke out among the undulating snow-capped mountains.

A pitch-black storm was brewing in the sky, and a huge and terrifying tall phantom gradually condensed into outlines.

The giants swayed, step by step towards the present world.

Huge oppression fell on people's hearts, and at the moment when the storm of death was about to hit, the birds and beasts trembled and did not dare to utter a single word.

"The King of Giants that God Odin predicted has finally come."

In a village near the avalanche and under the snow-capped mountains, a tall old man with pale beard and hair looked up at the deep and terrifying scene.

"Village Chief, hurry up and hide in the cave!"

The ground shook, and someone shouted behind him.

But the old man laughed loudly: "This little battle can't scare me. Come on, Beowulf boy, bring me wine!"

The young man named Beowulf was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously turned around to get the wine in the house, and after getting the wine, he couldn't help but regret that he had come out to dissuade the old man from avoiding it.

But the wine has already been obtained, so it is not good not to send it over.

The old man laughed and took the wine: "I have lived enough, boy!"

"I'm old, but I still want to have an adventure at the end of my life!"

Nordic people are heroic, and Nordic people are even more ambitious. Beowulf knew that the old man in front of him was a powerful warrior when he was young, and he was only one step away from being chosen by the great god Odin. The 'Valkyrie'.

He has experienced many adventures in his life, but when he is old, he can only live in this small village as a person who can only tell stories to children.

However, it is undeniable that Beowulf, who traveled from afar, was indeed deeply influenced by it. If not, he would not have stayed in this small village.

Old warriors don't deserve to die on their beds.

"This village will be handed over to you!"

"Adventure... Huhahaha!" The old man laughed loudly and walked away through the storm through his hair. The avalanche in the distance was like a sea, and the ground shaking became more obvious. Beowulf clenched his fists and said nothing. He turned and went Evacuate other villagers.

The old man walked up the mountain slowly.

Facing the wind and snow, facing the sky and the earth, with nothing but a jar of wine.

"Aren't you afraid?" Two golden lights lit up in the wind and snow.

The old man chuckled, he didn't know what it was, but no matter what it was, his answer was only one: "Not afraid."

"Not afraid of life? Or not afraid of death?"

"I'm not afraid." The old man drank tons of wine and let out a whole voice: "I'm just afraid..."

"You can't just die like hell!"

"I'm a fighter."

"I have fought against giants, and I have expelled dragons, even if I can only tell the children unbelievable stories in front of the fire... But only I know that I am a warrior, that's enough!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Are you a god? Or a ghost?" The old man grinned and his beard trembled.

The 'person' responded: "Both."

He is not only a god, but also a ghost, the master of the undead, and even more the king of storms.

That is the shadow that Luo Wei casts here.

He cuts through dimensions.

But first put the consciousness here together with the long spear.

Pave the way for the subsequent 'storm',

"Since you are not afraid of anything, then—are you afraid, make a contract with me?" Luo Wei leaned over.

The old man laughed loudly: "Do you want my soul? If you want it, take it... eh?"

Halfway through the old man's words, he stopped abruptly.

The surrounding wind and snow disappeared.

The feet also turned into hard steel.

In front of him, there was a huge iron face, and his eyes were burning like fire, more like the radiance of the sun and the moon.

This is a giant made of steel.

It has a thick armor and an icy iron face. Behind it grows 'wings' made of steel, each feather glowing with a cold shimmer.

So the old man was surprised to find that he was held in the palm of one hand by the steel 'giant'.

"I am the ruler of the undead, the incarnation of the storm, and the ruler of the giants,"

The giant leaned over, and the voice reverberated in the old man's ears.

"People call me the Wild Hunt."

"Human beings, I would like to make a covenant with you——I will sweep the earth with a storm, and everyone who sees me will become my followers and soldiers under my command."

"But I promise, since you, everyone who sees me is an unrighteous person, and I also promise, I will clear the earth for you, and plow the obstacles between the sky and the earth."

"I don't need you to believe me, because I have already integrated into this world."

"When you see me, you make a covenant with me."

The storm of the dead is raging.

In a trance, the old man seemed to see the King of the Wild Hunt standing high in the sky, leading countless stormy giants to march.

Not just him.

Beowulf, a young man under the snow-capped mountain, also stopped and looked sideways. The fleeing hunter suddenly raised his head, and the hound beside him barked. The businessman hiding in the carriage opened his eyes, showing excitement.

Man makes a covenant with God.

It's not the first time Rowe has done something like this.

But before, he was human.

Now, as God, he made a covenant with the people on this earth.

The master of death, the manifestation of the storm, and the king of the wild hunt will also connect the living and the dead in this way, and bring the 'dead' to the living world.

He will clear away the obstacles to the survival of the human beings on this land.

This is something that even the gods don't care about... As Luo Wei has learned from Skadi's 'mouth', the Nordic gods are rough and bursting, they are like the ones in this world. Like the violent snowstorm, the magnificent mountains and the sea, their attitude towards mortals has always been to let them live and die on their own accord.

They neither have the strong desire to control like the Mesopotamian gods, nor the Greek gods who long for humanity, and as long as they give faith, they can get thoughtful protection.

Nordic people are free.

The same goes for the Norse gods.

But it is also unsafe, the people of a city can also be ruled and oppressed by monsters, and the king of a country can also be bullied by monsters.

The heroes ran around, hunted and killed monsters, and became famous.

But heroes are few after all.

Most of them are ordinary people who are infested by monsters. They can't wait for the arrival of heroes and die in pain.