Greece brings evildoers

The journey was as fast as lightning.

As Lorne hurried along according to Galadriel's instructions, he learned about the current situation of the nine kingdoms from the elf girl.

First, Asgard.

Hundreds of years have passed since the Vanir and the Asir signed the covenant. During this period, Asgard has achieved unprecedented development. The number of new gods has increased sharply, and faith has spread in the nine kingdoms. There are ten main gods and above. They are:

Odin - King of the Gods, in charge of knowledge, wisdom and literature;

Frigga - Queen of the Gods, in charge of marriage and family;

Loki - King of Midgard, in charge of fire and trickery;

Freya - King of the Valkyries, who commands the famous Valkyrie Legion and is also the god of reproduction and love;

Frey - King of the Elves, in charge of abundance , prosperity and peace;

Thor - God of Thunder, in charge of power, storms, war and agriculture;

Sif - Goddess of land and harvest;

Tyr - God of War, guarantor of the contract, protector of the oath;

Heimdall - God of Guardian, defender of the Rainbow Bridge, gatekeeper of Asgard;

Braggi - God of poetry, wisdom and eloquence;

In addition to Balder, the God of Light, and Hodr, the God of Darkness in Lorn's memory, Asgard's high-end combat power has been basically gathered, and its strength has steadily surpassed the other eight kingdoms. Therefore, it has continuously won foreign wars and gradually secured the top spot among the nine kingdoms.

Of course, the Vanir Protoss has made an indelible contribution to reaching this point so quickly.

Frigga, Freya and Frey, the three hostages handed over to Asgard, are not only the bond of the oath, but also the epitome of the life power of the Vanir Protoss.

Their joining made the Aesir make up for the last shortcoming and gained powerful reproduction and fertility protection. As a result, the population of Asgard increased dramatically and its strength made a qualitative leap.

It was precisely because of foreseeing these that Odin would rather abandon his daughter Hela and sign an alliance with the Vanir.

However, compared with the Vanir who bleed heavily for the alliance, Odin was much more cunning.

The two hostages he sent to Vanaheim were Mimir, the frost giant with the reputation of wisdom, and Heinir, the mud king with tall and long legs, dignified appearance and deep majesty.

When the two arrived in Vanaheim, the Vanir were impressed by their appearance and conversation, so they were very welcome.

Even Frigga's brother, the sea god Njord, who stayed in Vanaheim, took the initiative to give up the throne of the Vanir king to Heinir to show that he had no greed for power and was sincere in the alliance.

However, Heinir was just a good-looking person with an extremely slow reaction, and was completely useless. All his responses in Vanaheim were answered by Mimir. When Mimir was not around, he could only stammer and make a fool of himself.

In fact, Heinir was not a real Aesir god, but a wetland stork that was subjected to illusion and transformation. The titles of "Langifótr (Long Legs)" and "Aurkonungr (Lord of Mud)" were taken from its biological characteristics.

The Vanir people did not think that if there really was such a person, Odin, who was exhausted in the war of gods, would have thrown him to the battlefield to work for him. How could he hide until the two tribes reconciled and be unknown?

So, after his true identity was revealed, Heinir turned into a stork again and flew away.

And Mimir, who stayed behind, was not a good person. He relied on his status as an elder and the title of a wise giant and always liked to point fingers at others.

Gradually, even the good-tempered former Vanir king Njord got angry, and simply cut off Mimir's head with the excited Vanir gods in anger and sent it back to Odin, as a way to vent the anger of the Vanir gods for being deceived.

Odin knew that he was in the wrong, so he did not get angry, but only applied vanilla to prevent Mimir's head from rotting. Then Frigga chanted a spell to him and cast the witchcraft of Seder to keep Mimir's head alive.

In this way, Mimir survived in the form of a head and was preserved by Odin as a human encyclopedia.

However, according to Loen's guess, Mimir could fall to this point, on the one hand because of his outspoken nature, and on the other hand because of his eldest nephew Odin.

After all, Odin didn't want to see such an uncle who relied on his status and always pointed fingers at him in Asgard. But due to kinship, he couldn't do it directly.

So, the Vanir became the murderous knife, just to help him deal with this uncle who likes to gossip.

In the end, the Vanir just let out a sigh of relief, but got nothing; Mimir became a human head encyclopedia, and could only survive by relying on the breath of his nephew Odin; while Odin and the Aesir not only gained three powerful gods from the Vanir, greatly increased their strength, but also solved a hidden danger within the family, which was really a win.

But doing things so unethically will definitely leave serious consequences.

At least for now, the Vanir have already had a thorn in their hearts, and will no longer easily believe in the credibility of Odin, the old guy.

It is difficult for Lorne to judge the gains and losses. After all, he heard the news from Galadriel, and the content may not be without water and fallacies.

As the sun set in the west and the full moon rose in the sky, Lorne estimated the distance and decided that he was not far from the nest of the dark elves. He chose to rest in the wilderness for one night and set off the next day.

After all, after sleeping for hundreds of years without paying attention, he needed some time to get familiar with his body and regain the feeling of the past.

Otherwise, like just waking up, if you accidentally use too much force and crush the person you want to save, then the gain will outweigh the loss.

He raised his hand to draw runes, and the dead branches piled on the ground lit up a cluster of bright yellow flames.

Lorne clapped his hands with satisfaction and was about to sit down when Galadriel, who was thrown aside, came over aggressively:

"You're not human at all!"

"Did I say I was?"

Lorne asked angrily, his eyes full of teasing.

The elves are a race of self-confidence and arrogance, with a natural sense of superiority in their bones. Apparently Galadriel also had this bad habit, and she fell down because of it.

"Liar!" Galadriel whispered while grinding her silver teeth, her face full of dissatisfaction and annoyance.

When she thought that the guy in front of her might outlive her, she lowered her head like a defeated rooster and felt that her future was gloomy.

After a moment of decadence, Galadriel cheered up again and carefully asked her creditor:

"Can it be exchanged for a three-hundred-year contract?"

"no!"

Lorne refused without mercy, and then looked at the elf girl in front of him with disdain,

"You are an adult after all and should be responsible for your words and deeds!"

"Who said I'm an adult? I'm only thirty-five!"

A certain tablet elf wrinkled its nose and corrected it angrily.

Lorne was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that children of elves are different from children of other races.

Until the age of three, they grow like human children, but after that their growth slows. By the age of twenty, an elf looks like a seven-year-old human child. And when they are fifty, they are officially adults.

According to human age conversion, Galadriel in front of her is only twelve or thirteen years old.

So, I kidnapped an elf loli?

Seeing that the creditor was in a daze, Galadriel thought that the other party was hesitating, and there was a light of hope in her eyes again, and she continued to ask without giving up:

"So, can it be changed?"

"You are a noble elf, how could you break the contract?"

"..."

The proud Galadriel was aroused by this and had nothing to say. She could only squat on the ground and draw circles, cursing a certain creditor to be taken away by Hela, the god of death, so that she could escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

When he heard the name that Galadriel was mumbling, Lorne's eyelids twitched and sweat broke out on his forehead.

Oops, I didn’t set a time before going to bed, and I forgot about my regular visit to Hela.

It's been hundreds of years, and I really don't know how my apprentice's character will be distorted.

Thinking of this, Lorne, who had a guilty conscience, felt his throat go dry, and asked in a nonchalant manner:

"By the way, what's the situation in Helheim now?"

When Galadriel heard this, she thought that her bad behavior of cursing her creditor to early death had been discovered behind her back, so she couldn't help but stiffen, and replied with erratic eyes:

"It's good, everything is good."

"That's great, do you want to take you for a walk?"

Lorne's face darkened and he asked coldly,

"Forget it, let's talk about the Death God Hela first. What big moves has she made in recent years?"

Hearing the dissatisfaction of the creditor, Galadriel quickly calmed down and honestly told the news she knew.

Since taking over Helheim, the goddess of death has successively recruited monsters such as the skeletal undead "Modgud", the hell dog "Grum", etc., gradually building the framework of the underworld and establishing the order of the death world.

And Hela takes in all kinds of undead every day. Regardless of whether they are living, old, sick or dead, or those who have committed many evil deeds, Hela accepts them all. Hela treats the undead souls who are born, old, sick and dead relatively friendly and accepts them as members of the underworld. As for those evil-doing undead, Hela was basically thrown to the poisonous dragon "Nidhogg" as food to prevent it from chewing the roots of the "World Tree".

It sounded like Hela's life was happy and fulfilling, but Lorne gradually frowned.

Gathering the undead and establishing the Hades system means that Hela may have discovered the truth about her exile. She knew that there was no hope of returning to Asgard, so she managed Helheim as her own territory, and she has died there ever since. live permanently in the country.

To make matters worse, the Nordic world had no concept of immortality.

Life eventually comes to an end, and so do the gods.

Do all souls after death belong to her?

Hearing this question, Galadriel shook her head and explained:

"No, only the weak who died normally will fall into the underworld ruled by Hela. The warriors who died gloriously on the battlefield will, under the guidance of the Valkyries, go to the Hall of Valor with their souls and receive the gift of the great god Odin. Fu, become a heroic warrior and enjoy singing, drinking and fighting day and night.”

I see.

Lorne nodded, thoughtfully.

At present, the law of death in the Nordic world operates in two systems. The souls who died in glorious battle enter Valhalla, the Hall of Valor, and become heroic warriors, accepting the control of Odin; the souls who died in other ways enter the underworld and are controlled by Hela, the goddess of death. control.

The father and daughter each have control over part of their souls, and together they build a complete order of life and death.

But, you know the subtleties.

Lorne didn't need to think about it to know that the father-daughter relationship between Odin and Hela was already very tense and had even broken down long ago.

In a sense, both Hela and the underworld are now completely out of Odin's control.

After all, as the former vanguard of the Asgard army, Hela occupied Helheim alone, built a kingdom of death independent of the order of the Asgard, and received a large number of souls of the dead, forming a powerful army of the dead. It can't be that she kept it for her own entertainment, right?

After so many years of development, it is enough to keep it for her father Odin to celebrate his birthday.

On the other hand, the seemingly independent death rules of the father and daughter also have a lot of loopholes.

What if a crucial Asgardian died for non-combat reasons and fell into the underworld, and Hela refused to let him go?

If I remember correctly, the future god of light Balder was detained by Hela in Helheim for this reason, which led to the advent of Ragnarok.

Although I don't know how much anger my student has accumulated, there is one thing that Lorne can confirm.

- It's best not to offend her alone.

At least, you have to find a companion who can take the blame.

Lorne made up his mind secretly and temporarily gave up the idea of ​​visiting Hela in Helheim. He then changed the subject:

"Speaking of which, you are not yet an adult, why did you run away from the tribe and be targeted by the dark elves."

"I just want to visit my grandmother..."

Galantriel answered casually, her eyes a little erratic.

Lorne took a quick look and guessed that the elf princess was probably not telling the truth.

During the war between the Vanir and the Aesir, the light elves split into three branches.

One branch stayed in the original holy land of the elves and continued to obey the dispatch of the Asgard, so it was deeply loved by Odin and was called the "Vanyar Elves";

The other branch was tired of war and lived in seclusion, and was called the "Sindar Elves";

The last branch was more rebellious and chose to follow the Vanir, migrated to the Golden Forest, and recognized Frey, the god of abundance, as their king. They were called the "Noldor Elves".

And Galadriel, the elf princess, was quite important. She had the bloodline of the three top elves. Her father is the High King of the Noldor, her grandmother is the sister of the High King of the Vanya, and her mother is the daughter of the High King of the Sindar.

It is not too much for such an elf princess with full buffs to go out to visit relatives with a top guard to escort her.

The dark elves who were expelled underground would probably be shot into sieves by the accompanying elf guards even if they came out to hang around, let alone trying to catch Galadriel.

And now, she has fallen to the point of selling herself to outsiders for help. There is probably only one possibility.

——This elf princess probably ran away secretly.

As for the reason, since the other party didn't want to say it, Loen was not interested in asking.

"Keep watch over the night and watch the fire. I wake up and we will continue on our way."

After a simple instruction, Loen lay down on the spot.

Before officially selling herself, she had to start working to pay off the debt.

Galadriel, who usually lives a life of luxury, waved her fist at the guy who used her maid to order her around, then stood guard outside in frustration, with a faint light of unwillingness and unyielding in her eyes.

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As the night deepened, the petite figure who was supposed to be standing guard outside tiptoed to the fire, secretly pulled out the dagger from her waist, and stabbed the sleeping figure inch by inch.

However, before the blade touched the other person's skin, a pair of purple eyes slowly opened, emitting a cold and eerie light:

"What do you want to do?"

Galadriel, who was caught red-handed, looked at the dagger in her hand and the creditor who had woken up, and couldn't help showing embarrassment:

"Look at the color of your blood."

The difference in blood can be used to identify their race and the life span range in a general sense.

"Do you think I will believe it?"

Lorne snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with ferocity,

"Little devil, it seems I have to teach you a lesson and give you an unforgettable night!"

Instantly, Galadriel was frightened, hurriedly retracted the dagger, turned around and ran away.

However, it was too late. Several dry vines broke out of the ground, wrapped around Galadriel's ankles like snakes and pythons, and hung her upside down.

As her body swayed in the cold wind, Galadriel cried out:

"Put me down, I know I was wrong, and I won't dare to do it again!"

"Too late!"

Lorne snorted coldly and snapped his fingers. The vines stabbed straight into the mouth of the elf princess, blocking her mouth tightly as she wanted to speak.

After doing all this, Lorne couldn't help but lie back in front of the fire with satisfaction, watching the elf pendants on the tree swaying in the wind like a pendulum, and fell asleep comfortably.