Two-dimensional Wanderer

Seeing Yingluo's expression, Odin didn't plan to get to the bottom of it, and he didn't have enough time to get to the bottom of it.Seeing him wave his hand and say, "Forget it, everyone has their own secrets, and I'm not a nosy person. It's rare to meet a good seedling, so I'll give this to you."

Saying that, the Sword of Solomon flew over with the large diamond under it. As soon as Odin waved his hand, the diamond split into pieces and flew towards Yinluo.

Helm, Pauldrons, Breastplate, Gauntlets, Waistguards, Leggings, Boots!The armor made of these diamonds emits a dazzling brilliance, and they are installed on Yingluo's body, forming a dazzling holy garment. Simple, angular, the sword of Solomon hangs on the waist, and there are spikes protruding outward from the shoulders to the joints of the limbs, revealing a fierce and violent, full of Nordic spirit from the inside to the outside. Outstanding performance!

Yingluo stretched out her hands and feet to look at it, and said in surprise, "This is...?"

"Odin's shirt, the god fighting shirt I wore back then, I'm giving it to you now!" Odint said in a big voice.

"That's okay too?!"

"Why not?" Odin shrugged: "Giving one or two 'artifacts' to mortals who are interested in it was a very popular entertainment for the gods back then. Anyway, the lifespan of mortals is less than 100 years. , Just take it back after you die.”

Yingluo: "..."

Seeing this, Odin laughed and said: "Don't worry, it won't happen this time. Anyway, I'm going to die, so I'll leave this thing to you to play with. With your understanding, you might be able to comprehend something from it, and then you will be able to learn more from it. It's also good to go upstairs and cause some trouble for the Greek gods."

Yingluo asked, "Are you not dealing with the Greek gods?"

Odin shook his head: "No, it's just that our Nordic Protoss are dead, and they are still happy. I am a little unhappy and want to pull them into the water."

Ying Luo had a black line: "What's the difference between you and the good people in the market who can't meet others?"

"There is no difference." Odin said with a smile: "I was once proud, but later I found that it was of no value at all. It is more interesting to do what you want to do. It took me more than 1000 years to understand this truth. , It's a pity that those young people don't listen to persuasion, and always maintain the illusory 'dignity of God'!"

"Okay, it's fine for you, the old man." Yingluo spread his hands: "But I'm not going to go to trouble with the Greek Protoss. Let's not say whether I can fight or not, I have no grievances with them. Can't hit a piece?"

"You don't trouble them, but you can't help them trouble you." Odin said gloatingly.

"I don't believe it!" Yingluo shook his head and said, "What is Zeus doing to trouble me?"

"Zeus will not. Although the old man is very sexy, he is just like me. He is old, and he sees the relationship between man and God very lightly. Now he pays more attention to exploring the mysteries of the world, in order to When you reach a higher level, you generally don’t pay much attention to the world.” Odin said: “The current boss of Mount Olympus is Apollo, the sun god, this little guy is quite hypocritical. Judging from your current rate of progress, sooner or later To get his attention, there are only two paths left for you."

"Which two?"

"One, obediently become a Heavenly Fighter, and be a bull and a horse for the heavenly realm. Two, be completely destroyed, and be as scattered as me!"

Ying Luo raised her eyebrows: "Isn't there a third option?"

"Yes!" Odin said, "You can stop cultivating and live your life as an ordinary person...but would you do that?"

Yingluo smiled: "I don't think so."

Odin also smiled: "So make a plan early. You are the human being I fancy. With my shirt, it's no problem to kill a few second-rate gods with all your life."

"Can you only kill a few second-rate gods?" Yingluo asked rhetorically.

"Who knows?" Odin shrugged: "I don't understand human beings. Sometimes they are as weak as ants, and sometimes they are as powerful as gods. How far you can do it, probably only God knows.  … Looks like our princess woke up, how is it, my child?"

Odin's last words were to Hiluda who had opened his eyes.

Xiluda touched his head and said dizzily: "I feel like there are a lot of things in my head, but I can't say what it is."

"It's okay, don't worry. The wisdom I gave you is too huge, and if you don't limit it, it will fill your brain. You will master this knowledge little by little in the next few decades, at a speed that matches your own strength. Proportional!" Odin's figure became more and more dim and transparent, he patted Hiluda on the shoulder: "The time is up, child, I'm leaving, thank you for your company for thousands of years, now you are free!"

Hiluda's tears poured out again, seeing with his own eyes the fall of the gods he believed in, which was undoubtedly an unforgettable pain.

"It's hard to cry, child!" Odin wiped away Hilda's tears with his fingers: "There is no feast in the world, even the gods will come to an end. My reign has come to an end, and you, will be crowned Be king!"

Yingluo felt that the Nordic gods had fallen to the present end, at least half of the credit for this sentence.

Odin's figure became weaker and weaker. He took two steps back and sat on the ground: "Go, lead your people, and welcome a new life!"

After saying a word, his figure turned into a bubble and flew into the sky.

So, after struggling for thousands of years, the Nordic Protoss still inevitably perished.

It was the first time and the last time that Hilda saw the gods she believed in.

The shackles she was carrying were broken and replaced with a heavier pair.

Yingluo put his arm on Xiluda's shoulder and said, "Go out in a while, come with me for a drink."

Xiluda rubbed her red eyes and asked, "For what?"

"Well..." Yingluo thought for a while and replied, "Just so that the sun will rise as usual tomorrow!"

The so-called mortals are probably idiots who struggled hard in suffering, but enjoyed it.

Life goes on, and the sun will rise as usual tomorrow.

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Chapter 61 To be Newton or to be Qu Yuan

The "frozen air" of Asa's Domain has stopped, but this space is just a response to Odin's desolate state of mind. Now that the desolate people have disappeared, this response has naturally disappeared.

The vines in the outside world were destroyed by the joint efforts of the god fighter and the saint fighter. Dismask's corpse gas was like a special medicine to these plants. As long as it was sprayed on, the vines would wither and wither in a few breaths.So life becomes the demon king who destroys everything, and death becomes the hero who slays demons and slays demons... full of drama.

Almost half of the village was destroyed by vines, but fortunately there were no casualties. When Yingluo and Xiluda appeared in the village, the villagers had already set up a fire in the center of the village and were celebrating with inferior wine and hard jerky. Woolen cloth!

For them, fighting valiantly in a battle and finally winning is an unparalleled honor.

When you feel happy, laugh and celebrate.As for whether the banquet was held in ruins or in a palatial palace, it didn't matter at all.

Although Xiluda was the master of Asgard, she did not receive special treatment. She was also a glass of inferior wine and a piece of jerky.In fact, it's not just her, everyone is the same, even the Saint Seiya and Yingluo have been assigned the same things.

Yingluo said in surprise: "I didn't expect that even we would have them. I thought we would be kicked out by the angry villagers."

Xiluda said strangely: "Why do you think so? Maybe you did deceive them before, but at least you fought with us just now. Since that's the case, isn't it normal to invite you to have a drink after the war?"

"Is this... a clear grievance?"

"The same can be said." Xiluda nodded: "But the most important thing is that we can't beat you. In this case, why not become friends with you by taking advantage of the reason to fight together? Of course, if we are strong and you are weak, That's another story..."

The corners of Yingluo's mouth twitched, this Nima is completely determined by the wind, what about the heroic and honesty?

After finally holding back the complaints, Yingluo said with a dry smile: "No matter what, you are really optimistic that you can have a banquet on the ruins."

Xiluda smiled and said, "Because those who are not optimistic either run away or die, and the rest are naturally those who know how to make fun of hardships."

"To be honest, I quite like the atmosphere here." Yingluo took a sip of wine and said, "And it is also fair to deal with things. Everyone gets the same thing. Is this your tradition? I mean shared distribution. Spoils of war, or equality for all..."

"Why do you think so?" Xiluda said strangely: "It's just that the uneven distribution will make these bastards fight, so I simply ordered that everyone's ration is the same every time, even me."

"Cough cough..." Yingluo choked the wine in his throat, almost not following Odin's footsteps.I thought it was noble collectivism, but it turned out to be just fear of infighting due to uneven distribution of spoils?As expected of a robber's den!

Xiluda snorted, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, and said with a long sigh: "Sometimes things are very simple, but it is just artificially complicated."

Yingluo also drank all the wine, and said, "I agree with this. But I can say that this amount of wine is not enough to stick between my teeth. Is there any way to get another drink?"

"It's easy!" Hilda stood up and shouted, "Where's Freya? Come on!"

So the golden-haired little loli squeezed over from the crowd, with a wine glass in one hand and barbecue in one hand, her little face flushed with happiness: "Sister, are you calling me?"

Xiluda nodded, and honestly snatched the glass from his own sister's hand, and said sternly: "This glass of wine belongs to me, you can step down!"

"You stole my wine again, I... I fought with you!" Freya jumped angrily, her eyes were red, and she rushed towards Xiluda.But before he could run a few steps, Hiluda slapped him on the head with a slap, and with a thud, it was flattened to the ground.

"Your challenge has failed again, accept your destiny!" Hiluda declared a winner, while Freya slowly got up from the ground and limped away, her back full of desolation and desolation. lonely.

"Here, I'll give you wine." Xeluda turned around and gave Yinluo his trophy.

Yingluo took it over and said incredulously, "Are you a robbery?"

Xiluda nodded: "Forget it."

"Don't you think it's bullying?"

Xiluda gave him a strange look: "If I don't bully the weak, am I going to bully the strong? I really don't know who will bully whom, and I'm not stupid!"

"Uh..." Yingluo said that what you said made sense, but I was speechless.

Hiluda looked up at the sky: "It may seem barbaric to you, but we have lived like this for thousands of years, and our starting point may be more practical than right and wrong, justice and evil. .It may be difficult for someone from the Sanctuary like you to accept such a thing."

"As I said before, I and the Sanctuary can only be considered an employment relationship, so we can get together and break up." Yingluo smiled, poured half of his wine into Xiluda's glass, and then touched it lightly: "Life It is life. Since it is like this, it has a reason to exist. Thanks to you, I also figured out some things. Since tonight is a banquet, I can't waste these fine wines! Come and have a drink with me ."

Xiluda shrugged: "I don't quite understand what you have figured out. But if you drink, I will accompany you, but unfortunately we have some bad wine here, and the taste is really not good."

Yingluo stuck out his tongue: "It's really not good, the throat is like being cut by a knife, and there is a sour taste."

Xiluda said unhappily: "Then you still drink?"

Yinluo smiled and said: "Wine is a strange thing. In most cases, it is just a kind of unpleasant water. But when you pour this unpleasant liquid into your stomach willingly, it will turn into wine. "

Xiluda raised his eyebrows: "Why would I willingly pour these unpleasant liquids into my stomach?"

"There are many reasons!" Yingluo said, "For example, the beautiful scenery, or the happy or depressed mood... Of course, the most important thing is to have a friend who is willing to drink this unpleasant liquid with you, and that Friends have been advising you to drink less."

"Shouldn't you drink more?"

"No, it's just a drinking buddy who tells you to drink more, and only a friend who persuades you to drink less." Yingluo said, "What do you want to say now?"

Xiluda said helplessly: "I don't have a choice, don't I? Drink less... Our Nordic Asgard has a thin family, but we can't handle your bottomless stomach!"

Yingluo raised his eyebrows and said dissatisfiedly: "Hey, the following words are too redundant!"

Xiluda blinked: "Really? I think the last words are the most important!"

The two looked at each other for a while, and the corners of their mouths curved at the same time, and the wine glasses touched together, making a crisp sound.

"Cheers!" "Cheers!"

The banquet continued, and although supplies were scarce and there were not many things, everyone was happy.

It can be seen that happiness has nothing to do with the amount of material.

You are happy only because you want to be happy, and you are unhappy only because you don't want to be happy.

Xiluda announced the news that Odin had been completely "destroyed" the next day, so the group made a decision after grief.

They will hold a banquet for three more days to celebrate the ascension of the great god Odin, and will hold it every year in the future, as if it is a celebration!

These overly optimistic guys think that since it is irreversible, they must at least let God Odin leave happily. If they want to be happy, then they naturally have to hold a banquet.

So, after the banquet on the ruins, these guys held a banquet in the mourning hall, but it was to send off Odin, so it was different from ordinary banquets. They wrote poems to praise Odin's great achievements in the past. Everyone's serious recitation is indeed full of a sense of religion, but after drinking, these guys revealed their true colors one by one. The whole scene was like a group of demons dancing. It's not good to sing joy again. People who don't know it think they have a big happy event, but in fact it's just a perfect textbook dance.

"Is this really good?" Milo and Diess looked embarrassed: "The gods they believe in are dead."

"There's nothing wrong with that." Yingluo laughed, "Compared to Newton who died and left a bunch of test centers, I think Qu Yuan, who died and left three days off, is more respected."

(It's been a long time since it bubbling, so let's do it!)

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