[Zhongyingmei] The superheroes I bought in those years

"She went in that direction!"

He could vaguely hear the sound of "Da Da... Da..." horseshoes.

The team members in the car asked in disbelief: "So why did she run?!"

The task they received was to escort the young lady back to Wangcheng. At first, they were worried whether the subject of the task would be difficult to get along with, or would be willful and difficult to deal with. As a result, she ate dry pancakes and drank melted snow water with them along the way. I haven't complained about suffering or tiredness, and it seems that I am very easy to get along with.

As a result, they all thought that the hope of completing the task was ahead, but the target of the task suddenly ran away, ran away!No sign.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that the two of them secretly ran to the war zone because they couldn't join the army?

But now there is no battle to fight, right?Why did she run back?

"Wait... the direction she's walking now is not the way we came from."

Tony, who was in charge of driving, felt that something was wrong the more he drove.

Patricia in front has deviated from the way back. They came from north to south, and returned from south to north. Now, their entire team has turned to the northwest, and even deviated more and more.

Also, isn't that little pony, which looks very characteristic of Niflheim, running too fast?

It was as fast as...as if there was no whole person on his back.

"...get out the binoculars."

Bucky on the co-pilot also seemed to have found something suspicious. He took the iron-gray long tube mirror from Steve in the back row, and moved forward fast and slow, but never left their field of vision and was never approached. People passing by looked at each other.

The crosshairs were aimed at Patricia's back, and slowly moved down, reflecting the feet of the robe blowing in the wind... Empty!

Straw "people" tied together with "hands" and "feet" draped in Patricia's cape tricked them all the way.

No one was riding at all.

……

Before all this was discovered.

Patricia tucked in the corners and ties of the cloak's hood and patted the ice pony's back as it carried the lithe scarecrow she'd given mobility into the distance.

They had already traveled for five days, and even if the army was heading towards the royal city, she would not be able to drive there with her feet without a horse or other means of transportation.

However, somewhere, there seemed to be a voice telling her that she had a way.

……any idea?

Hearing the roaring team start their car, the girl stood among the pale tree trunks with a confused expression on her face.

To mother, she thought, to mother.

The strong desire is like a plant that is sprouting but is suppressed by stones, blocked by the pressure at the top, and has accumulated strength that has nowhere to vent.

Patricia vaguely grasped a mysterious power, which rose from the depths of her body, like a siren using a singer to confuse a voyage fisherman.

A never-before-seen but inexplicably familiar blue mist billowed and appeared. In the icy forest wind, it expanded into a different space door that was just big enough for her to pass through alone.

Before the girl had time to be amazed by this scene, which was beyond divine power, she was shocked by the situation on the other side of the blue mist.

The Twelve Elders, Yi City Officials, Deputy City Officials, and part of the guards' waiters... They held swords under Vulva's cold eyes, and their faces were no longer as humble as before.

Dozens of old skeletons that were still clinging to the soil stood between Wolwa and those former subordinates, forming an encirclement besieged on all sides.

……

"Mother……"

Patricia temporarily put aside her doubts about "what is this blue mist", and when Wolwa finally showed some shock in her eyes, she walked through the two spaces intertwined with blue mist, and the tired bird flew into her arms like returning to its nest. Zhong——also stood in front of her.

One of the Twelve Elders showed shock and cursed in a low voice with disgust: "Tsk, mixed blood."

If it had been a few years earlier, Patricia might have been hurt by this, but she had already seen her biological father in her dreams, his clumsy soft care and careful approach, his battleship and the sea of ​​stars .

So she just raised her chin proudly and disdainfully, using a tone she didn't know where she learned it, as if it was a habit she had developed, and despised him: "Tsk, the old man who smells like corpses all over his body."

The stench of corpses—this is not a mere adjective in Niflheim.

The elder with bags under his eyes couldn't hide the fear and fear on his face at that moment, as if he had been trampled on some painful foot.

Why has Niflheim stretched for tens of millions of years in an environment where resources are so scarce?

Vegetation, metal, living things, dead bones...all can be the sword in Volva's hand and the shield in front of her body.

If it wasn't for the descendants of the elders to be talented enough to take over from Volva, if it wasn't for the sudden loss of half of the population of the Titans to relieve their worries, this rebellion would only be hidden in the barren but stable royal city, like a snake Continue to bide your time.

Thinking of the most talented descendant of this generation, the elder's waist seemed to have endless strength again.

This made him straighten his back, and put on airs to the current descendant of Volva, who has always grown up indoors and was not valued or favored: "You only have this short time left to be arrogant, my lord."

Anyone can hear the sarcasm in this salutation.

Patricia raised her eyebrows and was about to retort when her mother's breath approached behind her, pulling her gently but firmly behind her.

"It seems that you are ready to be crowned."

……

Coronation—the alternation and succession of the Vulva position is not limited to blood, but only to talent.

The elder snorted softly, his expression was strong but he couldn't suppress it.

It wasn't until the so-called successor Moses came to the front of the screen that Patricia figured out where his agitation came from—Wolva, the candidate who was said to be very, very talented, was this The elder's granddaughter.

A healthy and tall young girl older than Patricia.

Although she has a good physique, she rarely appears on the battlefield or hunting grounds, and her reputation has never been obvious.Now, there is an arrogance on the face of "repressed for many years and finally proud".

She beckoned, and one after another appeared behind her, strong and fresh bones, still carrying blood that had not dissipated.

- New bones on the battlefield.

Among the surrounding crowd, some people showed fear, some showed fear, some flinched and some looked around...

They are ordinary people.

The bones of their ancestors fought by their side in battle, their loved ones died and came back to life with the warm bones of their loved ones...

And they themselves will follow in their footsteps someday.

——From birth to death, the fate of the Nibelungen people.

So everyone is afraid of Volva, no matter how gentle and philanthropic the current Volva is in essence, they can't and don't want to respect and love her.

But he never thought about how much mental effort the person who drives the dead bones to guard the city-state, year after year, spends boring inspections, guards, and conquests....

Young Patricia spent countless nights alone, waiting for the candle to die.

The corner of the mother's cool robe brushed across the door, leaving an apologetic and comforting kiss, and the child finally fell asleep peacefully.

……

Patricia's eyes were red, and she looked around like a wolf cub. From their faces, she saw the choice and attitude of sitting on the sidelines. Their anger was like a raging fire, burning their reason to pieces.

——In the dark, she always felt that she once stood at the highest place in Niflheim, pouring down the golden red flame, burning thousands of miles of permafrost, and burning up the scorched mud on the dry bones Sewage.

——The fly ash in her hand drifted to every corner of Niflheim along the mountain wind, and she watched the royal city burn, as if it had burned to an end.

The young girl thought that those were probably not hallucinations.

Because at this moment, she really wanted to snatch the eternal flame and burn the mess in front of her eyes.

It's a pity that Asgard is too far away.

So the young demigod raised his hand and smiled at the rebel who was excited for the "successor coronation", his scarlet eyes were like a burning fire.

"Let's win the crown—see who is really qualified to succeed Volva."