Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

"Okay, the scenery along the way is not to be missed anyway."

Shor shook his head slightly.

The older generation just likes these rituals, just like taking the "Express" to Hogwarts and taking a boat across the lake when entering the school.

He sighed and asked again.

"Is there really Asgard? Is there really a world tree and a rainbow bridge?"

Old Fry smiled kindly.

"Fairy tales are like legends. They have been beautifully processed by later generations. Although they are more desirable, they are also distorted a lot."

Before Shor was a little disappointed, Old Fry added.

"But although Asgard is not as dreamy as the one growing on the world tree, it is also very spectacular.

It's a pity that before you, we couldn't restart the glory of Asgard, and it was buried under the deep glacial frozen soil."

Old Fry always spoke half-heartedly, just like teasing his children and grandchildren.

Shaw glanced at the old man speechlessly, but there was a gap in information between the two sides, so he could only let the other party's little thoughts get what they wanted, and asked out loud.

"What needs to be satisfied? Rituals? Bloodlines? Or keys to open?"

Old Fly finally became serious and sat up from the blanket.

"All of them."

Shor raised his eyebrows.

"So strict?"

"If it's not difficult, the Pure Land will work hard for a thousand years, and it won't be unable to fully inherit the legacy left by the ancestors."

"What does it specifically need? Tell me first."

Old Fly shook his head.

"I don't know what it specifically needs. You have to go and see it yourself. You will know what it needs when you see it."

Shor didn't want to talk anymore, so he simply looked up at the surging aurora.

The old men nowadays are all very bad, and the scenery is still more beautiful.

A kind smile of success appeared on Old Fly's face, and he threw himself back into the warm bear blanket again.

After a while, the flowing aurora began to stop at a place in the sky, and auroras of different colors also came from other directions.

The colorful auroras intertwined with each other at the convergence point, like thousands of silk cloths fluttering in the air, just like the legendary divine realm.

The elk also stopped running at this time and stopped at an eagle-beak ice cliff.

In the basin below, there was a vast circular ice field.

Around the ice field, some building spires were half exposed, and there were also majestic head stone statues, covered with countless icicles and snow.

Through the transparent ice layer, you can vaguely see the hugeness of these buildings and stone statues.

In the center of the ice field, a magnificent and thick spiral staircase went straight to the sky, winding and circling into the clouds, and it was unknown where the end was.

The ice steps were transparent and crystal clear, but under the reflection of the colorful aurora in the sky, they turned into a rainbow.

When Shor saw this scene, he immediately understood the origin of the divine rainbow bridge in Norse mythology.

"It's really a floating bridge as beautiful as a rainbow. In the sky at the top is the legendary residence of the gods: Asgard?"

Old Fry got up from the blanket, knelt on the spot, worshiped devoutly for a few times, and then answered Shor's question.

"Asgard was indeed in the sky, but now it is under the frozen soil of the ice field. You need to wake it up again."

Shor resisted the urge to grin, his expression condensed, and he pointed with his hand.

"Where is it, the altar in front of the arch?"

Shor pointed to a square platform covered by ice in front of the rainbow bridge, with a half-exposed arch and an altar covered by ice.

Old Fry said devoutly.

"Yes, that was the place that all the citizens of the Kingdom of God wanted to cross in the past, and it held the wish of becoming a god in one step."

Shor didn't have much sense of belonging to the Kingdom of God. If it weren't for the things left by the mother he had never met, he wouldn't want to come.

He didn't hesitate any longer and directly activated the Apparition.

As a result, he failed!

Old Fry laughed kindly beside him, with a bit of a joke in his voice, and then said proudly.

"The space restriction here is more powerful than that of Hogwarts. Even elves can't teleport.

And you don't think that this place can be found by ordinary people, right? The hidden magic nearby is so profound and mysterious that it has not disappeared for thousands of years.

If we hadn't taken a special elk sled, even I wouldn't have found this place."

Shor squeezed his hands tightly in the leather cloak, and a circle of purple ripples swayed all over his body. He carefully felt the space restriction nearby that was almost invisible.

Only then did he realize that in the snow peaks around the basin, not only was there an anti-teleportation alchemy formation, but there was also a magic ban effect.

Old Fly sat back on the bear fur blanket and said, "The flying spell can't be cast, so let's continue to drive the sled down." Shaw glanced at the old man, and then spread his wings on his back., the white wings flapped, and it glided downwards.

Old Furley was stunned, sat up suddenly, and stared at Shor flying quickly to the center.

"Animagus that can transform freely?"

After he was surprised, he became even happier.

"Haha, it is worthy of being the orthodox blood of God, this talent is really strong."

Then, the old man also jumped downwards with the elk sled.

The handsome elk carried the sled on the cliffs as if walking on flat ground, and soon landed safely on the ice field, and continued to run quickly towards the center.

In the center of the ice field, in front of the Rainbow Bridge.

Shor slowly fell from the sky, and after standing firmly, he folded his wings and looked up at the majestic Rainbow Bridge.

After watching it closely, Shor realized how the giant floating bridge of the Rainbow Bridge spanned the sky and did not collapse for thousands of years.

Because there were countless runes looming in the transparent stairs.

It not only generates strong buoyancy, but also strengthens the ice steps.

The magic circuit composed of these runes can also continuously absorb magic in the air, making the surrounding area almost a magic vacuum zone.

In conjunction with the alchemy array on all sides, the entire ice field is a magic-forbidden zone.

Just from these few places, we can see how high the level of research on runes by the wizards of Odin's lineage was.

After Xiao Er looked around, he looked at the altar in the shallow ice layer below.

Although it was the first time he saw it, he still felt a sense of inexplicable intimacy.

The altar looked very simple and primitive, just a triangular stone platform placed diagonally on a nine-sided circular stone pillar.

And on the diagonal triangular stone platform, there were three grooves, one round, one vertical, and one claw.

Xiao Er didn't recognize the round groove, but the one vertical and one claw-like grooves looked like a magic wand and Ziying's claws.

He pondered for a moment, as if he understood something. This information alone could explain his fate with this place.

He waved his hand and wanted to use a spell to violently open the not-so-deep ice layer, intending to observe it closely.

"Wait a minute!"