The king of solo row [Comprehensive British and American]

Alia briefly summarized the current situation.

She was brought home by Uncle Cheap. Although she is theoretically the heir to the throne of the two kingdoms, the throne symbolizes many dangers and ensuing troubles. In addition, in a way, she seems to have just been rejected by her biological mother. ——

Of course, this statement is open to debate.

After all, no one has talked to Freya's soul for hundreds of years, and when the god of love blocked Fulkfang, she might not have thought that the eldest daughter who had been missing for thousands of years would have a chance to return to her hometown, so she There is not necessarily a blood relative in the magic that can be immune to this link.

However, what if she really didn't want to see herself.

When Arya was young, the concept of parents was far away and vague. The children in the town laughed at her for it, but she didn't feel sad because she didn't think it mattered. She had never suffered from hunger and cold, and she had never experienced The bitterness of being helpless and trying to survive, her life is no different from those who have both parents, or even more comfortable, because the guardians are rich enough--

Therefore, for her, the malice of those people is completely harmless.

The mystery of the biological parents and their own life experience will carry through the childhood of most children, and they will cycle back and forth in those dark or sweet dreams. They make up one fantasy truth or illusion after another in their brains. When the mystery is revealed, Naturally, I will be excited.

Not so with Arya.

Many people think there is something missing in her life, but she doesn't think it has the slightest effect, so she doesn't feel that her experience is incomplete, she doesn't care if others use this to make fun of herself, and she doesn't think about looking for her blood relatives .

Until I came to Asgard and was confused by these so-called truths, there seemed to be malice from the universe, because it sounds like she is the kind who suddenly becomes a king and then immediately performs her duties or dies for her country unlucky.

The God of Love and Magic, in her heart, is more like a powerful warrior or a great hero, an object worthy of worship and respect, and an existence that can be used as a transcendent goal.

Arya respects this kind of strong man, no matter how many planets the iron hooves of Cupid's army have trampled on, and it is Odin's order, she is quite clear in her heart that His Majesty the God King is by no means as kind as he looks, at least when he was young, he would never be so kind. He is a cold-blooded and greedy monarch. Such a person will naturally make the best use of his adopted sons and daughters.

...It's hard to say who leaked his physique that can absorb disasters.

Thinking of this, Arya felt her stomach hurt again.

Most of the time, she doesn't have such a strong curiosity about many things. There are too many unknown existences in this world that cannot be solved. The real truth is sometimes just what they want to see. It is quite difficult to touch the essence and reality at this level.

Sometimes it leads to destruction.

The blond girl looked at Volkvanger's desolate vestibule and was silent for a moment, "Not much to say, I'll go to Alfheim to hunt dragons first."

The little girl seemed to be in a calm mood, but this person seldom showed agitation. Although Saul spent a short time with her, she could basically see this. She was by no means the kind of person who was easy to understand.

Thor grabbed her by the shoulders, "Wait."

Arya glanced at him suspiciously, "If you have something to do, I'll just ask the Guardian God to open the door for me, and you can go get busy."

"No."

He looked down at his unrelated niece. The latter was not considered strong from the outside, nor was she too thin. She was five feet seven inches tall and was a head shorter than him. Looking at it from this angle, the girl quietly looked up at him. , the overly slender eyelash feathers seem to be clearly discernible, and the iris, which is too light, is faintly foggy gray-blue in the backlight.

"You are going to absorb the disasters from those monster dragons."

This sentence is not a question or an order, but more like speculating on the other party's behavior and then making a judgment with incomparable certainty.

The average quality of the dragon clan is stronger than that of the ordinary gods, but they are not comparable to the main gods. However, they will not be directly swallowed by disasters like weak creatures, and like the gods, they will be polluted and even lose their minds mentally, but from the appearance , can still recognize the original face——

If the disaster on them is absorbed, these dragons may even have a chance to recover.

Although he can't be sure of this, but...

"Otherwise," Arya didn't mind raising her head and talking to him, "Didn't your father ask you to bring me back without that intention?"

The meaning of these words is obvious and even too sharp.

After all, in theory, it doesn't seem like Odin should know that she can absorb calamity, and Thor has said he never told anyone, and the Freya siblings wouldn't bring it up.

If you think deeply about the meaning of these words, it can even be understood as the reason why she was stolen from the Palace of Cupid——

Sol took a breath slightly, this made him a little angry, but some traces showed that this was not an unfounded accusation, but he couldn't remember some things clearly, after all, it had been so many years, "But father doesn't have to Do it."

"I don't know, I'm just analyzing this matter," Arya looked at the palace of Volkvanger thoughtfully, "His Royal Highness Freya has such superb magic, even though she was fighting outside at that time, Could it be that anyone can enter here, and she should put her daughter in the bedroom and bless more magic just in case, do you think ordinary people can do it?"

In fact, she also thought that Sol might be angry because of this seemingly malicious speculation. After all, Odin is his father, and it is obvious that the king of gods is such a biological son, and the throne of Asgard will also belong to him. .

"You are absolutely right...but if it really has something to do with my father," Thor said after going through many messy things, he has been able to calmly analyze these conspiracies and secrets hidden in the mist, and will not be furious because of a few words, "if If you were him, would you do this?"

"I'm also curious about this question," Arya understood what the other party meant, "At that time, disasters had already spread in God's Domain, and Asgard was also the hardest hit area. If he knew that I could absorb disasters, he shouldn't make better use of it Maybe it can completely purify this land?"

Thor frowned, "Freya would never agree, she was even angry that you cured her brother, and Frey would not be willing either, he didn't even want you to remove the disaster from himself... Even if I would not agree."

"But it's still very strange. Is he satisfied with the aliens stealing me away? Has he already loved so much? He cares about the survival of other planets?"

Sol gave her a helpless look, "It can't be my father, that's the reason, it doesn't make sense at all."

"I didn't say that I thought it must be him, forget it," Arya shook her head in confusion, "Back to the topic just now, I just said it casually, but no matter what your father's intentions are, I should indeed absorb them , Only in this way can the problem be solved, otherwise the meaning of my coming is just to join those elves, fight with the monster dragon every night until the sunrise and watch them fly away..."

"The disaster will stop your body from growing," Thor interrupted her, as if he didn't agree with it at all, "and this is only the part we know, you don't know what else affects it, maybe it's more serious—"

"I've already absorbed two, both in New York, and one is bigger than the other," the blond girl gestured nonchalantly, "I'm afraid the black mud could fill a wine barrel, and they all disappeared when they touched my body, it doesn't matter , besides, I am not a baby now, if I stop growing, wouldn’t it be eternal youth in the true sense? How wonderful it is to be seventeen or eighteen forever.”

Lei Shen looked at him unmoved, his voice was not harsh but there was no room for negotiation, "No."

The little girl still said in a gentle and harmless tone, "I didn't want to ask for your permission."

Sol is getting more and more headaches, and he can't fight here because of this incident, and even if he fights, it may not change anything, "I don't want to see you touch the disaster, I brought you back definitely not because of this, I know all the dangers you may face, so the moment you agree, I am ready to fight with you—”

"But you don't have a better way." Arya didn't know how to let him let go. If it was an ordinary battle, maybe as long as she could solve it, it would be fine, but this may touch on a matter of principle. "I can't just fight with him every day." Those dragons are fighting, and there is a damn cult on Earth waiting for me to deal with, theoretically speaking, I should also find out which aliens are paying to kill me, although I have no clue for the time being..."

She would rather go back to the manor and hang herself now.

However, escaping is not the way to go, Arya comforted herself repeatedly, she is just a little messy and not bored, she will never be afraid or hate fighting, and can often enjoy fun from it.

They were about to leave here, but before they took a few steps, Arya stopped without warning.

The eagle circling in the sky let out a long and clear howl, stretching its wings and soaring in the gust of wind blowing on its face.

The magnificent and magnificent Folkevange was shrouded in darkness. At the entrance of the Seslingneer Hall, where the gods had been entertained many times, the soul of the god was standing in the shadows.

Her curly blond hair flows wantonly around her waist, and her sculpted silhouette is as magical as a godsmanship, making her pensive side face breathtakingly beautiful. Her slender wrist and smooth upper arm are wearing bright gold ornaments, like a burning dove. The blood ruby, extending from the gold armbands to the skirt with coral patterns, looks like countless tears of blood that have dried up.

Venus stared silently at the back of the golden bridge across the sky outside the palace, but looked away for a moment, as if about to turn around and leave, but seemed to realize something again, and turned his head gracefully, looking at the Eagle circling in the sky.

Sol seemed a little puzzled as to why Arya stopped suddenly, but the latter was still connected to the eagle's vision, so she saw the endless black shadows twisting wantonly in the dark hall, surging from all directions, turning the rare and beautiful The figure of the god was engulfed and disappeared without a trace.

The blond girl turned her head and stared at the dark and dark hall and the endless corridor.

The dead soul of Cupid had vanished into the shadows, and Arya's mind was full of those unbridled blue eyes after a glimpse, like thousands of cornflower petals crumbling in a glacier, the kind of exhaustion beyond words. The beauty of the description, as if a sharp knife like an ice edge pierced the chest, and endless blood was ignited in the scar.

"I……"

Arya was speechless for a while, she didn't know how to describe this feeling, her consciousness was very calm, but her body felt a little dizzy, she didn't think this would work, "Can you tell me about Freya's magic?"

Sol was not surprised. The little girl might not care so much about being rejected by Venus. After all, they hadn’t seen each other for a long time, and Arya had no memory of that period at all, but she was also curious about her mother. It's normal.

"You Huaner protoss are proficient in many ancient spells that no one else can learn... Freya, as the god of magic, has reached a height that ordinary people can hardly reach. She is actually a very good fighter. Her swordsmanship is definitely better than yours, but She can solve everything with magic, so she rarely does it herself."

Arya didn't care that she was demoted to a mess, after all, there was nothing wrong with this object.

When they walked back the road, both sides of the bridge were still covered with clouds and mist, and the palace was getting farther and farther away, disappearing into the mist again.

"What does that mean? Elemental magic? Spiritual magic? Prophecy? Curse?"

Thor shrugged, "She can basically do all the magic you can imagine."

The blonde girl shook her head, "You don't understand at all, do you?"

"I don't understand at all, yes," Thor said, holding the hammer in his hand, "I know their power, but if you lose a battle without knowing where the enemy is-it feels terrible .”

Arya laughed without mocking, "But if she is the commander of the army, she should pursue efficiency and reduce losses. Besides, aren't you a magician, Your Excellency Thor?"

Sol: "...that's different, thunder and lightning are my original power."

They chatted all the way back to Siminyog. The patron saint still stands in the hall with a golden sword. He has been like this for thousands of years. Thor and Heimdall said a few words, and the latter said sternly. Send them to the kingdom of elves.

Asgard is one of the planes derived from the world tree that stands in the universe, Uktra Hill supports the Nine Kingdoms, and Yalfheim is on the upper level of this giant ash tree.

The aborigines here are only elves. God King Odin and God Queen Frigg let the eldest son have this plane. The gods have no objection to this decision. Most of the gods love the God of Light. Given that the sword of victory is theoretically only The icing on the cake, Frey is the kind of existence that dares to single out the king of fire giants without a weapon at hand and picks up antlers——

Those who don't like him are definitely afraid.

Except for Jotunheim, the country of the frost giants, and Muspelheim, the country of the fire giants, which are hostile to Asgard, other planes have specially established teleportation points. After all, the kings also I don't like to see the people who teleported here are thrown all over the place, especially in once prosperous and prosperous countries like Vanaheim or Alfheim, every celebration or large banquet, there will be various guests walking through the rainbow Bridge into the kingdom.

The teleportation point of Alfheim landed in midair. Originally, there were countless wide passages pointing to the imperial city or other cities. At this moment, all these glorious rainbow bridges were broken, and the fragments were suspended in midair one by one. It was like the collapsed world in Limbo Prison.

This did not hinder them, Arya stood on a floating broken bridge and looked down.

The sea area of ​​Alfheim is extensive and densely forested. The elves are good at taking care of flowers and plants, and they can also build wonderful castles. The king himself has accumulated countless wealth after many years of fighting. This country has always been prosperous and beautiful.

In fact, the place has not been completely destroyed by disasters now. The elves live on the other side of Alfheim. Looking down in the sky, you can vaguely see the lush green forests all over the mountains and plains, which are so far away that they are a little blurry. ——

A city built above the ocean, with sea-covered bridges extending in all directions leading to the central imperial city, black mud churning on the bridge made of jade, black smoke spreading through every pathway, and traces of disasters all over the depths.

The demon dragon with silver-white scales was dyed half black, standing on the broken spire and screaming, black liquid flowed from the tattered membrane wings behind it, and more disaster dragons flapped their wings and circled above the imperial city. There were at least hundreds, possibly thousands, hanging over the city below like a never-ending black cloud.

Arya watched for a moment. "It's daytime? Are they still so...happy?"

"The daytime is just to keep them from leaving the imperial city," Sol frowned and looked down at the sea city below. "Now do you still want to absorb the disasters on them?"

Arya was actually a little surprised by what she saw. She never thought that the imperial city of Alfheim was above the vast sea water. If it hadn't been polluted by disasters, these lofty and magnificent buildings would definitely not lose to Asgard, " ...Even though it has become like this, I still think this place is quite beautiful."

"The city of Vanaheim is also on the sea, and it extends from the sea to the sky," Sol recalled. The palace of the Vanaheim was built more exquisitely and beautifully. The giant is almost destroyed, although... if Freya is still there, it will only take a moment to restore it."

"It suddenly occurred to me," the blond girl said suddenly, "I am the king of Alfheim. In theory, I can do anything in my territory."

She spoke unhurriedly, flipped her wrist and took out an old clock from the void, and knocked a few times with Levatin who had turned into a broken spear.

Arya's figure was quickly swallowed by bright flames, from fingers to arms to body, and soon the whole person dissolved into the air and disappeared completely.

Only a faint cloud of air leaped off the broken bridge in the air and rushed to the ocean below. The darkness eroded it and reduced it to the imperial capital of the city of monster dragons.

Thor: "...!!!"

She really is still a bear!