Loki looked at the woman who lowered her head and stopped talking, and suddenly asked, "Are you a Valkyrie too?"
"It used to be."
She took a deep breath, looked beyond the dense fog in front of her, and stretched to the distance, where the Hall of Valor stood silently, and the beautiful and brilliant arc of the vault was faintly visible.
This tall and splendid palace buried the fallen warriors of Asgard.
And her lost love.
Cyril quietly watched Valkyrie wipe the spear/spear in his hand, the bottle of wine was thrown on the ground, and the amber liquid was still contained in the fragments.
The elves have never understood love very well.Individuals do not need to bear the responsibility of reproduction, and their withdrawn and arrogant personality also makes it difficult for them to establish an intimate relationship with a certain creature.
Their embryos are born from trees, and their remains are buried in the forest after death.
Like a ray of light, a gust of wind, a handful of water, with the passage of time, there is no need to leave any traces in the world.
The person he cared about is dead.
The flesh/body that bears the emotion no longer exists, but why does the emotion become deeper?
Cyril suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
It is as uncomfortable as the first fish to jump from the ocean to land, and it is as novel as the first ape to walk on two legs from the tree to the ground.
But there was no time to think about irrelevant things, the sleeping undead in front had already started to move.
They seemed to smell the smell of strangers, like piranhas smelling blood, gathered together, eager to try, and their sharp jealousy and desire for living creatures surged under the calm water waves.
Pairs of eyes opened quietly, the empty pupils were gray, staring at the three people in front of them without blinking, no matter what actions they made, those pupils that seemed to be coated with poison/medicine were tightly stuck to the on them.
"Loki," Cyril said after thinking about it, "Go and open the Hall of Valor, and I will block it for you outside."
Loki hooked the corner of his mouth, and his emerald green eyes flickered, "You can do it by yourself?"
"And me." Valkyrie stood beside Cyril, wearing the most common metal armor in Asgard.
Loki shrugged his shoulders, and the dark green cloak fluttered behind him. His beautiful eyes rolled slightly, showing a bit of alertness and cunning: "Have you figured it out? I won't save you then."
Cyril looked past Loki's horned helmet and scanned him, with a smile on his face, as if he remembered the little white lamb he held in his arms back then: "What do you think? Do I need your help, Your Highness?"
Loki was keenly aware of the meaning of Cyril's eyes, and immediately changed his face: "I am not the prince of Asgard! Don't look at me with your stupid eyes!"
How should I put it, being smashed into the floor by Hulk and being hugged by Cyril as a lamb, both caused great psychological damage to this evil god.
"Okay," Cyril waved his hand, acting like he didn't care what he was talking about, instead he took out a bottle of potion from his backpack and threw it into the opponent's hand, "Drink it, your appearance and smell There will be half an hour to become undead, and when the two of us go in to disturb them, you can sneak into the Hall of Valor."
On Loki's white palm lay a bottle of light gray potion, he squeezed the bottle rather disgustingly, and put it into his arms.
Just as they made a simple plan and walked forward slowly, Valkyrie suddenly spoke.
"Are you going to open the Hall of Valor?"
Cyril and Loki turned to look at him together, and nodded in sync.
Valkyrie belched alcohol-smelling, looking carefree, the affectionate and serious look just now disappeared from this woman without a trace.
Cyril even suspected that the pain he felt on her just now was because of his dizziness.
"In addition to the dead Valkyrie, there is also a terrible thing hidden there." As the oldest person present, Valkyrie clenched the gun in his hand, "I don't know if she is more terrifying than these undead. "
Cyril: "Are you trying to persuade us not to go?"
Valkyrie sneered: "Why do I care about your business? I just want to go to that place, anyway, as long as I don't live to see her grave trampled by those things."
"Let's go then." Loki seemed a little anxious, wondering if he was worried about his mother.
Valkyrie was noncommittal, but followed the two of them unhurriedly.
They are getting closer.
The undead began to agitate.
They could feel that these three people were different from the Asgardians they were devouring and biting in the corners of the city and the palace, they were more powerful, vigorous and delicious.
The mid-level officer sitting in the middle commanding the 10,000+ undead finally opened his eyes. He was once a light elf like Cyril, but the difference was that he was a very good archer.
The officer drew out a smooth and sharp magic bow from behind, picked up the bow and set an arrow, a gray-purple energy arrow flew out from the half-moon-shaped bowstring, and passed over the head of the undead at low altitude, like a swift meteor, the arrow Pointing directly at Cyril's eyebrows!
A purple-gray light reflected in Cyril's clear green pupils.
The mage who was raided had calm eyes, and he didn't even hide.
The measuring arrow was inserted into the ice ring of Cyril's self-defense, and the light quickly faded away, leaving only the stirred gray mist in the air twisted and deformed.
Although Cyril's strength is not as good as that of Heinciri, he can slip away from the opponent countless times, so how could he be hurt by such an ordinary officer who can't even see Heinciri.
The sneak attack failed, and the undead officer was not angry. He just untied the ceremonial sword at his waist, which symbolized command authority, and gave the order for the entire army to attack.
The undead moved completely, and rushed like a tsunami.Silent, but powerful.
"Now!" Cyril whispered to Loki.
As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of green energy flickered, and Loki's figure disappeared completely.
Even with the mage's keen sense of magical energy, he couldn't detect where Loki was.After drinking the transformation potion, he was like a drop of water flowing into the sea, and quietly, he went upstream towards the Hall of Valor, which was blocked by the undead.
At the same time, Cyril was shining brightly.
The brilliant golden light first burst out from his pupils, and then quickly spread from his feet, enveloping the undead with a radius of nearly [-] meters, forming a semicircular space.
These light beams look solemn and quiet, but the undead shrouded in them are like frogs thrown into boiling water.
The screams boiled over to the sky.
The power of light penetrates the materialized soul soaked in death, and burns these undead who stay in the world because of greed wantonly and indulgently.The gold completely overwhelms the gray, like a dazzling lighthouse in a sea of undead.
The undead who entered the golden circle of light wanted to flee, but those outside were squeezing in. Their faces were hideous, one after another, until they were completely burned to ashes by the power of light.
Occasionally, a few rough-skinned and thick-skinned ones passed through the distance of nearly a hundred meters and rushed to Cyril's side. They were shot away by Valkyrie holding a spear/gun, and then nailed to the ground. The pierced body melted while struggling.
"My eardrums are about to be shattered by them," Valkyrie stepped on the head of an undead, with half an arm still hanging from the tip of the gun, "What the hell are these things?"
Cyril's mana was consumed at a very high speed, the golden light reflected on his body, covering his pale cheeks, he smiled wryly and shook his head: "I'll explain to you later."
Valkyrie kicked his head away and yawned: "No need, if I don't die here today, I will leave Asgard and find a small broken spaceship to float in the universe while dreaming and dying."
"Don't worry, you won't die." Cyril was a little helpless.
Valkyrie nodded: "Oh, thank you for informing me of the bad news."
Wrapped in the halo, the two moved forward little by little.
Cyril's plan was quite successful, and those low-level undead who basically had no brains were completely unaware that there was one missing among them.As for the undead officer, maybe he realized that something was missing, but he was still attracted by Cyril and wanted to eat this big meal desperately.
With the loss of physical strength, more and more undead were able to break through Cyril's defense and rush in front of the two of them.
Not only front, back, left, and right, the undead even formed a ladder with its own body, opened its mouth from the top of its head, and rushed straight towards Cyril.
The gun in Valkyrie's hand has continuously waved afterimages, and the thick, blood-like gray mist sprayed out from the bodies of the undead and fell on them.
A large sticky gray mist fell on Cyril's cheek, and he was instantly burned by the power of light. The scalding pain made him frown slightly.
Although his mana was supplemented by magic potions, it had slowly bottomed out.The light of the golden aperture decays, shrinks in size, and shows fatigue for the first time.
The undead officer who had been sitting in the middle raised his bow and arrow again, squinted one eye, and aimed at Cyril.
Valkyrie: "Are you okay?!"
Cyril looked at his watch: "It will be half an hour in 5 minutes. If Loki doesn't succeed within 5 minutes, we can only retreat!"
Valkyrie stabbed out the spear, and the metal reflected a ray of sharp silver light, sweeping out a semicircle in front of him, and the undead whose legs had been amputated fell to the ground, but still stretched out his hand, relentlessly moving towards them Come over a little bit.
"What about Loki?"
Cyril's arm holding the staff seemed to be tied to a rock, it was so heavy that it was almost impossible to lift it up.
He took a few deep breaths: "I can't take care of it, if he is unfortunately killed by the undead, he can still be resurrected at the resurrection point... I'm just worried that the undead will be around this palace without anyone for so long, will it be gone?" Transformed the Valkyrie."
"Transformation?" Valkyrie turned around suddenly, his eyes were full of anger, "You mean they will be transformed into these disgusting things in front of me?"
Just as Siril was about to say something, a field of arrows of light that was so light that it was almost transparent suddenly appeared behind him and shot towards him densely.
Valkyrie couldn't react in time, only seeing a large expanse of bright red blood spurting out of the elf's body.
"It used to be."
She took a deep breath, looked beyond the dense fog in front of her, and stretched to the distance, where the Hall of Valor stood silently, and the beautiful and brilliant arc of the vault was faintly visible.
This tall and splendid palace buried the fallen warriors of Asgard.
And her lost love.
Cyril quietly watched Valkyrie wipe the spear/spear in his hand, the bottle of wine was thrown on the ground, and the amber liquid was still contained in the fragments.
The elves have never understood love very well.Individuals do not need to bear the responsibility of reproduction, and their withdrawn and arrogant personality also makes it difficult for them to establish an intimate relationship with a certain creature.
Their embryos are born from trees, and their remains are buried in the forest after death.
Like a ray of light, a gust of wind, a handful of water, with the passage of time, there is no need to leave any traces in the world.
The person he cared about is dead.
The flesh/body that bears the emotion no longer exists, but why does the emotion become deeper?
Cyril suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
It is as uncomfortable as the first fish to jump from the ocean to land, and it is as novel as the first ape to walk on two legs from the tree to the ground.
But there was no time to think about irrelevant things, the sleeping undead in front had already started to move.
They seemed to smell the smell of strangers, like piranhas smelling blood, gathered together, eager to try, and their sharp jealousy and desire for living creatures surged under the calm water waves.
Pairs of eyes opened quietly, the empty pupils were gray, staring at the three people in front of them without blinking, no matter what actions they made, those pupils that seemed to be coated with poison/medicine were tightly stuck to the on them.
"Loki," Cyril said after thinking about it, "Go and open the Hall of Valor, and I will block it for you outside."
Loki hooked the corner of his mouth, and his emerald green eyes flickered, "You can do it by yourself?"
"And me." Valkyrie stood beside Cyril, wearing the most common metal armor in Asgard.
Loki shrugged his shoulders, and the dark green cloak fluttered behind him. His beautiful eyes rolled slightly, showing a bit of alertness and cunning: "Have you figured it out? I won't save you then."
Cyril looked past Loki's horned helmet and scanned him, with a smile on his face, as if he remembered the little white lamb he held in his arms back then: "What do you think? Do I need your help, Your Highness?"
Loki was keenly aware of the meaning of Cyril's eyes, and immediately changed his face: "I am not the prince of Asgard! Don't look at me with your stupid eyes!"
How should I put it, being smashed into the floor by Hulk and being hugged by Cyril as a lamb, both caused great psychological damage to this evil god.
"Okay," Cyril waved his hand, acting like he didn't care what he was talking about, instead he took out a bottle of potion from his backpack and threw it into the opponent's hand, "Drink it, your appearance and smell There will be half an hour to become undead, and when the two of us go in to disturb them, you can sneak into the Hall of Valor."
On Loki's white palm lay a bottle of light gray potion, he squeezed the bottle rather disgustingly, and put it into his arms.
Just as they made a simple plan and walked forward slowly, Valkyrie suddenly spoke.
"Are you going to open the Hall of Valor?"
Cyril and Loki turned to look at him together, and nodded in sync.
Valkyrie belched alcohol-smelling, looking carefree, the affectionate and serious look just now disappeared from this woman without a trace.
Cyril even suspected that the pain he felt on her just now was because of his dizziness.
"In addition to the dead Valkyrie, there is also a terrible thing hidden there." As the oldest person present, Valkyrie clenched the gun in his hand, "I don't know if she is more terrifying than these undead. "
Cyril: "Are you trying to persuade us not to go?"
Valkyrie sneered: "Why do I care about your business? I just want to go to that place, anyway, as long as I don't live to see her grave trampled by those things."
"Let's go then." Loki seemed a little anxious, wondering if he was worried about his mother.
Valkyrie was noncommittal, but followed the two of them unhurriedly.
They are getting closer.
The undead began to agitate.
They could feel that these three people were different from the Asgardians they were devouring and biting in the corners of the city and the palace, they were more powerful, vigorous and delicious.
The mid-level officer sitting in the middle commanding the 10,000+ undead finally opened his eyes. He was once a light elf like Cyril, but the difference was that he was a very good archer.
The officer drew out a smooth and sharp magic bow from behind, picked up the bow and set an arrow, a gray-purple energy arrow flew out from the half-moon-shaped bowstring, and passed over the head of the undead at low altitude, like a swift meteor, the arrow Pointing directly at Cyril's eyebrows!
A purple-gray light reflected in Cyril's clear green pupils.
The mage who was raided had calm eyes, and he didn't even hide.
The measuring arrow was inserted into the ice ring of Cyril's self-defense, and the light quickly faded away, leaving only the stirred gray mist in the air twisted and deformed.
Although Cyril's strength is not as good as that of Heinciri, he can slip away from the opponent countless times, so how could he be hurt by such an ordinary officer who can't even see Heinciri.
The sneak attack failed, and the undead officer was not angry. He just untied the ceremonial sword at his waist, which symbolized command authority, and gave the order for the entire army to attack.
The undead moved completely, and rushed like a tsunami.Silent, but powerful.
"Now!" Cyril whispered to Loki.
As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of green energy flickered, and Loki's figure disappeared completely.
Even with the mage's keen sense of magical energy, he couldn't detect where Loki was.After drinking the transformation potion, he was like a drop of water flowing into the sea, and quietly, he went upstream towards the Hall of Valor, which was blocked by the undead.
At the same time, Cyril was shining brightly.
The brilliant golden light first burst out from his pupils, and then quickly spread from his feet, enveloping the undead with a radius of nearly [-] meters, forming a semicircular space.
These light beams look solemn and quiet, but the undead shrouded in them are like frogs thrown into boiling water.
The screams boiled over to the sky.
The power of light penetrates the materialized soul soaked in death, and burns these undead who stay in the world because of greed wantonly and indulgently.The gold completely overwhelms the gray, like a dazzling lighthouse in a sea of undead.
The undead who entered the golden circle of light wanted to flee, but those outside were squeezing in. Their faces were hideous, one after another, until they were completely burned to ashes by the power of light.
Occasionally, a few rough-skinned and thick-skinned ones passed through the distance of nearly a hundred meters and rushed to Cyril's side. They were shot away by Valkyrie holding a spear/gun, and then nailed to the ground. The pierced body melted while struggling.
"My eardrums are about to be shattered by them," Valkyrie stepped on the head of an undead, with half an arm still hanging from the tip of the gun, "What the hell are these things?"
Cyril's mana was consumed at a very high speed, the golden light reflected on his body, covering his pale cheeks, he smiled wryly and shook his head: "I'll explain to you later."
Valkyrie kicked his head away and yawned: "No need, if I don't die here today, I will leave Asgard and find a small broken spaceship to float in the universe while dreaming and dying."
"Don't worry, you won't die." Cyril was a little helpless.
Valkyrie nodded: "Oh, thank you for informing me of the bad news."
Wrapped in the halo, the two moved forward little by little.
Cyril's plan was quite successful, and those low-level undead who basically had no brains were completely unaware that there was one missing among them.As for the undead officer, maybe he realized that something was missing, but he was still attracted by Cyril and wanted to eat this big meal desperately.
With the loss of physical strength, more and more undead were able to break through Cyril's defense and rush in front of the two of them.
Not only front, back, left, and right, the undead even formed a ladder with its own body, opened its mouth from the top of its head, and rushed straight towards Cyril.
The gun in Valkyrie's hand has continuously waved afterimages, and the thick, blood-like gray mist sprayed out from the bodies of the undead and fell on them.
A large sticky gray mist fell on Cyril's cheek, and he was instantly burned by the power of light. The scalding pain made him frown slightly.
Although his mana was supplemented by magic potions, it had slowly bottomed out.The light of the golden aperture decays, shrinks in size, and shows fatigue for the first time.
The undead officer who had been sitting in the middle raised his bow and arrow again, squinted one eye, and aimed at Cyril.
Valkyrie: "Are you okay?!"
Cyril looked at his watch: "It will be half an hour in 5 minutes. If Loki doesn't succeed within 5 minutes, we can only retreat!"
Valkyrie stabbed out the spear, and the metal reflected a ray of sharp silver light, sweeping out a semicircle in front of him, and the undead whose legs had been amputated fell to the ground, but still stretched out his hand, relentlessly moving towards them Come over a little bit.
"What about Loki?"
Cyril's arm holding the staff seemed to be tied to a rock, it was so heavy that it was almost impossible to lift it up.
He took a few deep breaths: "I can't take care of it, if he is unfortunately killed by the undead, he can still be resurrected at the resurrection point... I'm just worried that the undead will be around this palace without anyone for so long, will it be gone?" Transformed the Valkyrie."
"Transformation?" Valkyrie turned around suddenly, his eyes were full of anger, "You mean they will be transformed into these disgusting things in front of me?"
Just as Siril was about to say something, a field of arrows of light that was so light that it was almost transparent suddenly appeared behind him and shot towards him densely.
Valkyrie couldn't react in time, only seeing a large expanse of bright red blood spurting out of the elf's body.
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