You and me under the world tree

They should have the qualifications to enter Valhalla. This is also the reason why the Gothic Kingdom asked the Netherlands to collect the corpses of their warriors.

However, there is a problem here, the Valkyrie who can guide souls to Valhalla did not find the souls on the three corpses, and they did not take the initiative to appear in Valhalla.

The heroic battle dead will be taken to Valhalla by the gods, and no matter how bad they are, they can be taken away by other gods as attendants. This is a well-known tradition in Midgard.

And in order to be able to control this huge military camp that continuously provides Asgard with troops, the image erected by the gods here is 'omnipotent'.

Gods create humans, gods protect humans...

This is their image, and in order to establish this unbreakable position, Odin even spread his blood throughout the Atrium World, and several human kingdoms can always be traced back to Odin's lineage.

Precisely because human beings have established this tradition, the reverence for the gods has led these humans to build various temples, and even divide the week into four days to worship the four most famous gods. These four days correspond to They are the four famous gods of the Asa Protoss.

Tyr, Odin, Thor, Frigg

justice, war, thunder, family

These four melodies constitute the main tone of Midgard

However, there is a problem now. Some people are trying to subvert this cognition and tradition, and those three corpses are just the beginning.

It came too suddenly, with the atrium as the center, and the moment the news spread, even the giants in Jotunheim knew about it.

However, for the gods, what is important is not how strong the young prince who successfully killed the rebellious giant and was called the "Conqueror" is, but the significance of the three corpses.

The traces of the corpses proved that they had fought fiercely, even if they were indeed buried in a sea of ​​fire in the end, the fact of their 'fighting' was there.

But now that such a fucking thing happened, and after word of mouth spread, even Valhalla knew about it.

This kind of thing is very normal in the eyes of the gods. They know where their limits are, but they cannot pass these words on to the heroes who have already entered Valhalla. The gods must ensure their supremacy.

The giants and dwarves were waiting to see the joke, the elves had no way to intervene, and now the gods of Asgard had to deal with it, but not roughly.

It was necessary to send others to search for the souls of the three war dead, but if they couldn't find them the first time, they had to think of a reason to fool them.

It is not necessary to fool everyone, but it is necessary to fool the crucial atrium world-this is the barracks of the entire Protoss, and the world where soldiers are continuously sent out.

"As expected of you..." Looking at the heavy sarcophagus that has been closed, Slude couldn't help but sigh, "The moment the body was discovered and the saying of 'death in battle' was finalized, there was no turning back for everyone. .”

The gods dare not take the lead in breaking the traditions they made. Not everyone has the guts to use a knife to desecrate the corpses of the war dead like Slude, who absolutely did not believe that he was dead. So at that moment, everyone cheated.

But Slude withheld the news because she knew there was no point in making it public.

Either the gods are fooled, deceived

Either prove that the gods can't get back the souls of the war dead, and let them wander somewhere

Either way it would deal a serious blow to the god's almost 'omnipotent' image, though it might be just a minor blemish.

However, the blame lies in the fact that the god erected the 'image' too perfectly at the beginning, because of this pure perfection, this stain was magnified invisibly.

And in fact, as the leader of the Valkyrie, Slude is more aware that some rumors are already circulating among the lower-level Valkyrie. After all, compared to this kind of fooling and deception, these Valkyrie even saw the god being beheaded on the spot. fact.

"What a headache," she said

The image of another woman could not help appearing in the mind of the Goddess of Strength, although for a descendant of a god with a more noble background like Slude, she didn't need to care about a woman of mortal origin like Sigrun at all.

But after all, she has met several times, and she has performed well, so Slude also has a good impression of her.

She is not the only one who should feel headaches now, Sigrun is the same, and she will be even more troublesome than Slude.

"Perhaps she should have noticed."

…………

"Hergi." Staring at the young man standing at the edge of the training ground, Sigrun finally spoke hesitantly.

"Huh?" Facing his wife, the handsome boy only responded with a gentle smile.

Seeing his expression, which was completely different from the fierceness of ordinary people, Sigrun couldn't help feeling a little relieved in his heart.

Although since she resumed the priesthood of the Valkyrie, the husband and wife can be said to gather less and leave more. She has been stationed in the atrium for a long time, and Helgi must sit in the entire Valhalla in the name of the leader.

The reason why she can come back temporarily is because Slude gave her a vacation, but in fact, because of her own hesitation, she failed to inform him of the news that was only circulated internally at first.

And now that the best time has been missed, there are discussions outside everywhere about why the 'war dead' cannot enter Valhalla, and the two names Siegfried and Hodt have never stopped.

And during this period of time, Helgi, as the leader, just listened carefully, and he didn't show any abnormalities, which made Sigrun a little unbearable.

She was really afraid that he would bury everything in his heart and finally hold back the question, so she asked this question here.

"About Howard..."

"Ah, what's the matter with the wizard related to Helheim?"

Then, the sound exploded like a muffled thunder, like a huge explosive bomb, blowing Sigrun top-heavy.

"What do you call him?"

"Huh? I've heard people here say that. He couldn't be accepted because he was a wizard who was related to the giant and Helheim. Siegfried was only implicated."

Staring at the handsome 17-year-old boy, Sigrun opened his mouth slightly.

"what……?"

"Hergi."

At this moment, a muffled sound came from behind Sigrun, and at this moment, Sigrun felt even colder all over.

Great God Odin...

"The great king of the gods." The young man saluted meticulously, his warrior etiquette was quite perfect, no one could pick out the thorns.

Elegant, noble...

The rune sword was shining brightly behind the boy, but all of this was so strange to Sigrun.

Why is this happening?

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The Day the Holy Sword was Reforged (End)

Volume [-]: When a Hero Is Born

Prologue: The Unknown Warrior

Time flies, more than a year has passed...

The past half a year is nothing more than that for the Atrium World. The wars are still going on where the wars should be fought. Apart from the decadent Netherlands, the Gothic Kingdom will also break out small-scale conflicts with neighboring Denmark from time to time.

If you want to say who suffers the most in the world of frequent wars and monsters walking everywhere, there is only one answer: the merchant.

This profession exists in the Nine Realms:

The dwarves rely on merchants to bring those weapons of war to the Atrium world

The giants bring their wares to the atrium with caravans that are big enough to travel through places like the Iron Forest and love things from other worlds

Elves also like to spread their creations and products

The atrium located in the center of the Nine Realms is not only a huge battlefield, but also a place of conflict between cultures originating from various worlds and races.

And more importantly, the kings of Midgard also needed merchants, because they were excellent sources of information, and they were the most stable source of rumors and news when bards were uncertain.

The Kingdom allows and even requires their existence, and the various forces also rely on them to roam the Atrium world and inquire about news.

In addition, the profits brought by the goods purchased and sold by the caravan are indeed huge-kings and nobles are willing to pay a lot of property for goods from other kingdoms or even other worlds, so many people are willing to be merchants.

But now, a caravan consisting of more than ten carriages is slowly coming out of the iron forest, which is so impenetrable that even the god king and the guardian may find it difficult to see the whole picture.

When the last carriage left the hideous steel forest without incident, the owner of the caravan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally came out safely."

And his words seemed to resonate with other people, whether it was the groom driving the car or the bodyguards guarding him, they also showed a look of relief.

This is not an exaggeration, Midgard merchants are like this, licking blood on the knife edge every day, because the whole world is too dangerous, even caravans are dying every day.

There are countless people who stare at their goods, and even want to use them as slaves and food.

As for the elderly caravan owner, he was used to the death of others, and people died every day in his own caravan.

In the most difficult time, he once lost half of his troops in the iron forest.

However, the profits are quite lucrative. As long as there is one carriage of goods transported to the human kingdom, then he will not be considered a loss, let alone more than ten carriages this time.

Perhaps because it was the last transport of his life, even the gods were protecting him?

After finishing this business, he will retire, find a place, buy a farm and live a good life.

That's what he thinks, and he couldn't be more successful without the help of one person.

Looking at the steel forest like a ferocious beast that chooses and devours people from a distance, the elderly businessman couldn't help but turn his attention to a man at the rear of the car.

Generally speaking, fighters are eager to be famous and to be heroes, so they will try to show their presence as much as possible.

Almost all of them were like this, they wished to use their battle armor and weapons as a mark, and then spread their name completely—just like the other bodyguards he hired.

Most of the bodyguards hired by the old businessman are young and energetic, led by adventurers with rich combat experience. These adventurers who act as guards have always been eager to fight monsters head-on.

However, this man was different from other bodyguards and fighters. He did not reveal the meaning of his armor. He was dressed like an exiled soldier, covering all his armor under the cloak.

Even now that they have been together for nearly a few weeks, he has not revealed his weapon. The only thing that can show his extraordinaryness is probably the tall horse that is also wrapped under the protective armor and only shows his eyes. Big horse.

However, this does not mean that he is weak. In fact, it is thanks to this man that they arrived here without any danger or incident.

'Ow'

Just when the businessman was thinking this way, the cry of a beast suddenly sounded on the plain.

"It's not good! It's the magic cow!" The shouts of the people around instantly brought the old businessman back to reality. He subconsciously looked around and saw a black mass rushing towards the plain.

Demon herd?

"Is it migration?"

"Fart, have you ever seen a monster migrating? Not to mention running out of the iron forest!"

That's right, that's right, these monsters ran out of the steel jungle.

"It seems that those giants who wanted to rob us before still refuse to give up!"

For a moment, the old businessman couldn't help feeling impatient.

Obviously, he has walked out of the iron forest. For him, a businessman who often runs, this is the last transportation, and he can rest after finishing this business.

But why did something go wrong at the last moment...

As a businessman, he knew what to do at this time. When the herd of magic cattle rushed, he should disperse his convoy and give priority to escape.

But at that time, how many goods will fall into his hands?

I'm afraid it's the only car I'm driving...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but start to bleed.

But he is not a child after all, he knows what is decisive!

Must be dispersed!

"you……"

"Go ahead and let the horses speed up."

Just when the old businessman was about to shout something, the cloaked warrior at the end of the convoy suddenly spoke.

He was originally leaning on the car, but during the time period of speaking, he had already jumped, and then jumped directly onto the back of the rearmost war horse.

Although the war horse didn't neigh, its slightly leisurely eyes suddenly became fierce!

Then, he turned around slightly.

"I will catch up later, you go first."

The last thing the old businessman saw was the plain back. At this moment, both he and his war horse showed that kind of extraordinary.

Unlike other people who only shouted bravely but were useless at critical moments, he was so reliable at this moment.

"Okay, don't look at it, that young man won't come back! It will take a while! Let's go!" Just as the old businessman was watching, someone in his caravan shouted.

But at this moment, the old businessman shook his head.

"No, I'm sure he'll catch up."

After saying this to his partner, he turned around and asked loudly: