Please Put Me on the Throne of Heroes

"Give it back to you!" Skadi handed the cloak in his hand to Luo Wei.

Luo Wei reached out to take it and covered it directly on his body, not shy about anything: "Eat something, then let's go!"

Still want to eat?

The goddess of the snow mountain stared slightly.

You are a god, and I am also a god, what to eat...

"It's delicious!" After a while, the bonfire was lit again, and the smell of the roasted meat overflowed with slices of aroma. Skadi chewed the meat that was roasted by the flames, with a happy expression on his face.

Feeling...healed.

Luo Wei: "?"

Is my craft so good?

He took a bite himself and almost choked to death immediately.

Too much salt...

So he couldn't help but look at Skadi with a little pity in his eyes.

Even this stuff feels delicious.

What does this child eat on weekdays?

Although I know that the Nordic people are not only bold in behavior, but also don't pay much attention to food, as long as they have plenty of meat and wine.

But he didn't expect the food here to be 'simple' to such an extent.

Even God is like this.

Are they ignorant of such things as salt?

Luo Wei waved his hand and threw the meat to the hound 'Fafner' who had been 'watching' for a long time. Fafnir opened his mouth instantly and swallowed the meat, showing a comfortable expression.

"It's time to go after eating," he said.

Go to the place where people gather, to the place where sparks are most prosperous - Scandinavia.

Whether it is the present in the age of mythology or the later generations, Northern Europe located in the northern part of the world is synonymous with vast land and sparse population. The land here is stretched and the sea is vast, but there are never many people living here, just not many, not many people. On behalf of no, there are actually countries formed by human beings here, with city-states and collective civilization settlements.

That is Scandinavia, and the later Nordic countries, Sweden and Norway are all in this area.

The environment here is also different from other places. The spring here is longer, the vegetation is more lush, and the geographical environment is more suitable for human habitation.

So soon, Luo Wei could see that the bare land was covered with lush green vegetation, and in the light and shadow of the setting sun, there were scattered villages and rising smoke from cooking houses.

Luo Wei pulled the rein and stopped at a high place.

"Be careful—"

Luo Wei looked sideways and opened his mouth, and the Pegasus under him roared at the same time, twelve pairs of spread wings retracted at the same time, and the eight legs swayed and intersected to form four limbs, and the hyena at the feet also swayed and shrunk in size.

The back of the horse suddenly became narrow. Although Skadi on the back had expected it, she was still taken aback. She subconsciously wrapped her arms around Rowei's back, stabilizing her body through the cold armor. shape.

Luo Wei didn't care, after all, there was still a layer of armor, but Skadi's face turned red instantly.

"How rude..."

"Who is being rude?" Luo Wei squinted his eyes, quite confused.

Of course I was being rude.

Skadi took a deep breath and stopped talking, but she refused to let go of her tightly clasped hands.

So Luo Wei just laughed and was about to go to the crowded place, but he stopped in an instant and looked sideways.

The spirit of the wind wandered all over the world and brought him news again.

They say, "Your name is called."

"Someone is begging for your help."

"The king of the wild hunt, the master of the storm, the leader of the undead army... the god who rules the storm giant." Someone whispered such a name in front of the dark and deep temple and the altar that was not recognized by people.

This is an old and thin old man. He is wearing a pitch-black robe and has a skinny figure. At this moment, he is introducing something to a tall and strong young man: "He came from Jotunheim underground, He is the creator of the world, the messenger of the giant Ymir who created all things, he brought life to all things, and also brought hope to all things!"

"The gods in the sky are nothing but disobedients. The true king of the giants, Ymir, will bring them punishment."

"Young man, believing in Ymir is the most correct and just path!"

The old man is preaching.

But the young man beside him didn't respond, he just stared fixedly at the altar in front of him.

That's not Ymir's altar.

It is an altar dedicated to the 'Lord of the Storm and the Wild Hunt and the Undead'.

The young man——Beowulf, he had personally seen the terrifying scene when the King of the Wild Hunt came, and also seen the countless monsters fleeing in a hurry after being swept away by the storm.

The head of the village at that time went back and forth. He told Beowulf that the Wild Hunt is both a god and a demon. He treated all things as equals and brought death to monsters as well as humans. Death is everything. No matter who you are, there is no exception.

Seeing that the old village chief was safe and sound, Beowulf, who was not from that small village, quickly bid farewell and left.

Beowulf was born well, his father was a powerful warrior, and his mother was the daughter of King Kit, and under this bloodline, Beowulf himself was the unquestionable heir to the kingdom, a prince.

But he was born noble, but he had the ideal of becoming a powerful warrior and hero, so he traveled abroad at a young age.

While increasing knowledge and honing my own martial arts, I also hope to be able to crusade against monsters everywhere and bring myself enough fame.

This was very smooth before.

Just like the old village chief in that village, Beowulf visited many old and reclusive heroes. He met many people and demigods, and was good at martial arts. Miles.

Then Rowe came.

Then most of the ashes of the monsters were taken away by the Storm King.

Looking around, it was hard to find a powerful monster.

Possessing dragon slaying skills but having no dragon to slay, Beowulf's situation at the moment is probably like this.

The young soldier was quite confused.

He came to Scandinavia on foot alone, which is not far away from his homeland, but Beowulf felt unwilling to return to his homeland like this.

He wants to become a powerful hero and be famous for thousands of miles. This ideal can never be let go.

That's why he was pulled closer by the preaching old man in front of him.

Because he said 'giant'.

For giants—that’s a monster too, right? ?

However, he never thought that he had not seen the giant, but instead saw the altar to the Storm King.

Beowulf sneered even more at the old man's words.

Although the King of the Wild Hunt dominates the giants, according to the old village chief, he is not a giant at all.

But a demon king with divinity.

It is a god with magic.

But after thinking about it, Beowulf still didn't leave immediately.

"Piously worship the messenger of Ymir, the king of the wild hunt." The expression on the old man's face is obviously quite kind, but under the glimmer of light in this cold palace, it looks quite terrifying: "You will be able to get Everything you ask for."

What do I ask for?

Beowulf obeyed his words, fell on his knees, and said his prayers.

He said, "To the King of the Wild Hunt..."

The wind elf brought his words to Luo Wei who was already nearby, and Luo Wei also gave back at the same time.

This is a story that is also recorded in later generations...

The confused brave man prayed to the storm god in the sky, and he asked the gods and demons to answer the confusion in his heart. '

'In the dark hall, candles flickered and a little light lit up at the same time. '

Rowe is here.

His body was still near Scandinavia, but his consciousness fell here at the same time, entering Beowulf's heart sea.

He said, "You looking for me?"

Beowulf came to his senses suddenly, and the surroundings were vast, like a world filled with endless wind and snow, but without the slightest icy chill.

But in front of his eyes, the mist dissipated, and on the tall throne revealed, the giant king of iron and steel was sitting on the ice-cold machine.

"Please tell me—how to become a hero." The young hero took a deep breath, knowing that the gods and demons responded to his appeal.

"Hero?" The 'Wild Hunt' wearing armor and holding a storm lance seemed to laugh from the bottom of his hand: "What do you think of as a hero?"

"Expelling monsters, famous for thousands of miles, with extraordinary courage and force!"

Beowulf's answer was emphatic.

But it was denied: "That is your hero, not the hero of the world."

my hero?

Heroes of the world?

Beowulf was stunned. Although it was different from the situation in Greece where heroes were chosen by the gods, Nordic heroes have never had anything to do with others. Those with extraordinary courage are heroes, and those with strong force are also heroes.

This is everyone's perception.

Because Northern Europe is the soil that admires the strong, and it is also a country that admires the brave.

The stronger the gods, the higher the status, and the stronger the human beings, the more they can be respected by people.

It's just that in the eyes of this Wild Hunt... that doesn't seem to be the case?

"There are many kinds of courage. Courage is the one who dares to be ahead of others. Courage is also the courage to take responsibility. There are also many kinds of strength. Fighting monsters with one's own strength is strength. Uniting people and prospering the country is also strength."

"Even, monsters are a combination of courage and strength. They dare to indulge their own desires without fear of being attacked. Their power can bully one side without anyone resisting."

"Are you going to be such a 'hero'? Just to make a name for yourself? Just to make a name for yourself?"

Beowulf was lost in thought.

"The monsters in this world have been swept away by my storm, but there is never a lack of demons in people's hearts." Rowe struck while the iron was hot, and said, "Beowulf, tell me your answer."