Marvel Magic Event Book

Asgard is a society with distinct classes. The difference between nobles and commoners is almost equivalent to two different species. Whether it is lifespan or strength, nobles with more divine blood have the upper hand.The average life span of ordinary Asgardians is only 500 years, while that of nobles is measured in thousands. The so-called "equality" does not exist in this world at all.Perhaps there are some nobles who have lived long enough and still remember the years when Odin conquered the nine realms, but they all keep it secret, because it was because they kept silent that they were able to survive the bloody purge and continue the Wannian family. to date.

Those nobles still remember Odin's brutal methods.

Countless ancient families that had existed since the reign of Odin's father Baur and Baul's father Bree were uprooted. The eight-legged horse Repnir's horse hooves walked over the corpses of countless men, women, old people, and children, and stepped into The splendid longhouse of the family palace.All the books about that man were burned, all the supporters of that man were killed, all the sculptures and tablets praising his great deeds were smashed, and all the bards' tongues were cut out.The smoke from the burning corpse even once covered the magnificent spire of the Golden Palace - the great Valkyrie, the powerful Valkyrie, the invincible Valkyrie. The cruel Odin did not hesitate to erase the memories that had been fought for him in the past. The honor of the warrior, the one-eyed king on the throne extinguished the flames of betrayal with cold lies.Axes and blood have become excuses for forgetfulness. The ancient legends about the Valkyrie in the tavern have been distorted and changed. The new Asgardians have grown up listening to lies. There is no longer truth in the carnival of mead and banquets.

Everything has to do with that damn prophecy.

But they know that Ragnarok will come one day, and the poisonous dragon Nighold who gnaws at the roots of the World Tree will spread his wings.At that time, the equally cruel and ruthless goddess of death will ride on the long ship Najirfa made of dead people's fingernails. She will be lifted up from the cold and foggy world of eternal night by icy springs and poisonous snakes to the kingdom of the gods, bringing death to this world. destroy.

"Of course, these are all legends. Look around us, my friend, Nighold is just a fairy tale to deceive children, and the goddess of death does not exist at all. No one can be on the north side of the Jinlenga Divide, that Hercules Live in Erheim, there belongs to the dead, and here belongs to the living.”

The Asgardian astronomer was a commoner who was appreciated for his knowledge and was given the opportunity to work in the Golden Palace.It was him who Salomon saw last time at the Asgard Observatory.After drinking two glasses of wine, the old guy swore: "That is just a mythical story created by the ancestors of Asgard who were afraid of the vast astronomical wonders when observing the universe and combined with the actual situation. It reflects the Our close relatives, the giants, are worried about the survival of tomorrow. Then it was sung by bards. In order to win attention, they naturally exaggerated and sang, but we as scholars must not use this as a basis."

"I didn't know Asgardians would talk like this." Cassilios winked behind the old guy and continued to attract the attention of the stargazers with this topic.Salomon wore a cloak and walked through many men drinking and having fun in Grazheim. "I thought you would express fear of this legend, or analyze the rationality of this prophecy to me based on past history."

"I am a commoner, not a wizard like you. I believe in numbers. My lifespan is only 500 years at most. Even if I use the most expensive soul forge for treatment, it will not exceed 1000 years. I don't have time to indulge in the nobles' Legend. For a short-lived civilian like me, the pursuit of truth is the most important thing in this life. We were not created from ash or elm branches, and the world was not born from Ymir's corpse. The light elves and the dark Elves are not creatures transformed from maggots, and the birth of dwarves has nothing to do with the flesh and blood of the giants Brimir and Bláinn. Although the Aesir are gods, it does not mean that we have to be superstitious about them. If you don't mind, I will Gotta go back to work..."

Cassilios was a little surprised. He didn't expect Asgard's scholars to have such wisdom.He put aside his original task and turned to ask the old man questions in a slightly respectful tone. "Please wait a moment, respected seeker of truth..."

Salomon squeezed through the door and opened the Lord's scroll in front of the model that reflected the state of the World Tree in real time.

"Good evening, my dear Goddess of Death." He released the spell from the scroll and said softly, "I hope you will be satisfied with my gift."

"You're finally here! Before the winter of Fimbul comes!"

When the pure white horse spread its wings and penetrated the dark clouds with light and heat and descended from the sky, the queen, who had been cut bloody by the Sword Thorn Throne, stood up.As the most powerful immortal in Asgard, those wounds healed in an instant.This is her characteristic, the chosen one from the concept of death, but she still thinks that this is her innate talent, just like her talent for necromancy, she is the future Aspen. The credentials of the King of Gard.

"It seems that you are ready to face death with the most courageous attitude." The goddess of death looked at his equipment, and then raised her chin proudly.She opened her hands and took a deep breath of cold, death-filled air.The white mist that filled the surface of the Geor River was pushed away by the strong wind curled by Pegasus' powerful wings, and the top of the iron tree forest was densely packed with cold white light.She loudly welcomed Salomon's arrival, "If your performance satisfies me, I will allow you to stay with me forever, as my most powerful guard, and share with me the glory of ruling Asgard."

Salomon sat on Pegasus's back and responded with a smile, "So, before everything starts, would you mind enjoying the Asgardian banquet first?"

"Of course, we didn't have a chance to talk properly last time. This time I don't mind showing you the master's generosity before fighting. Move quickly, slow and lazy! You rotten corpses, brittle bones and stupid skeletons, hurry up Bring up my things for entertaining guests. Okay, you two idiots are not going to make any move? Oh, I forgot that you were dead a long time ago." Hela turned her back to the Mystic Mage and strode towards the depths of the palace. , not worried at all that the Mystic Mage would launch a surprise attack.The passages of Hela's palace, Eliudnir (Misery), are extremely wide. The palace that occupies the entire mountain range has countless rooms. Those rooms are filled with ghosts and skeletons, and the miserable screams of the tortured messengers come from the cracks in the door. It poured out, gathering into a wailing trickle.

The goddess of death walked happily, showing everything about herself to her guests.

"Look! This is my food 'hunger', this is my tableware 'taotie'... Come on, come on, let me show you my bedroom, its name is 'Destruction'. Come on, pull Open the curtain called 'Fire' and you'll see nine rivers, and lo and behold, that river is called 'Slid' - into which I throw the blades of my creation every day. Lies The king kept me here so long that the river is now full of sharp knives. Do you see this big bed called 'Sorrow', warrior? I like warriors, I like fresh Flesh. If you defeat me, you will have the right to lie on it and share my pleasure."

"really?"

"As long as you don't die in my hands, you have the qualifications."