You and me under the world tree

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"While going upstream, don't forget that the river should go downstream, and the wheels are also moving forward."

The voice echoed in Huo De's ear.

"And in the same era, there is no way to have two identical wheels."

But at this moment, the sage suddenly realized that this was not what Urd said.

It was a voice echoing in his own brain.

As for the sage himself.

He just stood there and closed his eyes, as if thinking.

"Hodder, she's gone."

Then, Dietrich reminded.

She seemed oblivious to what the goddess said.

But this is not important.

The important thing is...

"Dietrich."

"Ok?"

"Will you pay attention to the situation of fallen leaves floating in the river?"

"what?"

For a moment, Dietrich didn't understand what Hodder wanted to say at all.

But the sage shook his head.

"It's nothing, it's just that if you have the ability, it's not difficult to take fallen leaves out of the river."

…………

Good morning everyone.

I was in the hospital yesterday, so I don’t have much time to write _(:з」∠)_

Epilogue [-]: Pain

Location: Fountain of Urd

On the side of the roots of the world tree Yuktra Hill, the legendary mysterious spring water that is enough to show destiny still keeps coming out of the spring, as if it will never dry up.

And above the spring water, the mysterious runes shone with strange brilliance.

Odin, the great king of the gods, stood at the edge of the spring.

The pieces of wood engraved with the original eighteen runes fluttered in the wind, and the strange lights intertwined, forming a strange scene.

It even gives people the feeling that in that radiance, they will go to a different world.

And now, to some extent, this statement is not wrong.

For indeed the great God of Storm and Thunder, King of the Gods, looks upon other worlds.

At the end of the atrium world, where the three goddesses of fate live, his eyes are filled with the scenery of other worlds.

Asgard, the realm of the gods, Alfheim, the kingdom of elves, and Jotunheim, the kingdom of giants.

After these came Niflheim, the ancient land of ice and snow, and Muspelheim, the barren land of fire.

He just watched those worlds.

And in his eyes, the scene after scene that he was familiar with also emerged.

Moreover, there are those familiar figures.

The earthly python that blocks the sky, the ferocious giant wolf that has liberated its shackles.

On the surface of the sea, there are huge ships carrying the dead sailing.

Frost giants trample the Rainbow Bridge.

The black evil dragon spread its huge wings.

And in the end, the flames consumed everything.

All this is what he has seen.

For him, these are also the sources of impetuousness in his heart.

Especially now, because of his emotional instability, he felt something rushing up his throat.

However, it is absolutely impossible to show a weak posture now.

With such thoughts in mind, the king of gods slowly closed his eyes.

He stopped staring at the scenes shown to him by the Well of Fate, but slowly stepped out of the radiance.

'crash'

Accompanied by a soft sound that is not harsh, the brilliance of magic dissipated.

What caught his eyes again was the familiar scenery.

The spring water is constantly bubbling out of the spring, and the pieces of wood engraved with runes are blowing in the wind.

And not far away, Miste, the Goddess of Mist, was watching him.

There was no respect at all in that look, but there was no intention of belittling or contempt either.

It seemed that to her, the great king of the gods was just an ordinary outsider.

But it's normal for her to have this attitude.

After all, Mist was not a member of the Asa clan from the very beginning.

If one insists on her origin, she is actually closer to giants, but she is not the frost giants of Jotunheim.

In ancient times, the race she came from was called 'Wanner', and she was also the queen's maid.

But now, she follows the goddess of fate for various reasons.

As for the reason, Odin himself is not clear.

Even though he has completely controlled the Valkyrie organization on the surface, and even handed over the leadership to Thor's daughter.

However, these maids who once followed the queen still retain great autonomy.

And that attitude showed even in the tone.

"Do you believe it now?"

Misty said that.

Although the speaker had no intention, as a listener, Odin would feel an inexplicable sense of irony anyway.

So at this moment, the king of the Asa Protoss just frowned.

But in the end, he didn't give any response.

"The scene shown by the Well of Destiny, those enemies have already been dealt with by me."

"..."

For this point, Myster did not give any special response.

She just stared at the king of the gods, that kind of sight inevitably made him feel a strong discomfort.

And in the end, he just looked around.

"It looks like your current master still doesn't want to see me."

Saying so, the God King suddenly took out a small whistle.

Woo!

Under the sound of the whistle that seemed to be able to pierce through the clouds and fog, a loud hiss echoed in the sky.

Then, with the glow of magic, a strange-looking horse-shaped creature with eight legs descended from the sky.

Sleipnir, the eight-legged steed, is the source and ancestor of all the steeds passed down in the mortal world.

It is said that when its hair is flamboyant, any monster will retreat.

Legend has it that the eight-legged horse itself is also a symbol of magic, as its teeth are engraved with runes.

And when it neighs and roars, the glow of magic even surges.

While staring at the steed, Myster subconsciously frowned.

Because in terms of pedigree, it is not a pure monster, but it has lost the wisdom it should have.

Then, Odin just gently stroked the back of the horse, and then got on the horse.

'咴'

Amidst the hissing sound, the figure of the eight-legged horse quickly disappeared from the sight of the Goddess of Mist.

It is rumored that this eight-legged steed has a speed that is not inferior to the god's envoy Hermod, so one can imagine how fast it is.

However, Mist couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

"Is that man...in a hurry?"

Although there is no evidence, she feels this way now.

The speed of the king of the gods is obviously much faster than before.

In Mister's memory, although the king of the gods would have a stinky face every time he re-observed the trajectory of fate, he had never been so impatient.

what is the reason behind the scene?

She couldn't figure this out.

And she would not know that just after breaking through the clouds and reaching the other side of the clouds, the face of the King of Gods turned completely pale.

Even a little purple.

When there was no one around, he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Cough cough cough."

He started coughing loudly.

Then, blackened and smelly blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Immediately, his whole body lay on the back of the horse.

"Maybe, it shouldn't last that long."

Aware of the mutation in his body, Odin clenched his teeth.

At this moment, the only thing lingering in his mind is the phantom of the evil dragon he had witnessed before.

That dark figure...

"Whether it's you or him, it really shouldn't exist."

Such a guy is a killing weapon for both the protoss and the giants.