The king of solo row [Comprehensive British and American]

At that moment, a black torrent swept in, destroying the blood moon and dark clouds in the sky like a tsunami.

The whole of Alfheim seemed to be trembling with this power. The elves hugged their families tightly, prayed to their dead kings, trying to get protection from them, and a small number of people were calling for their new kings.

Unimaginable energy fluctuations spread out from the sky, like an earth-shattering huge explosion, and the aftermath of the spread hit the entire continent in circles. The dark sea water churned violently during the period, and a hurricane like a tall building rolled up on the sea.

"Did you see it."

The gods were able to stand safely under the impact of the storm. After all, the instigator of this disaster was not malicious, but the weak could not fully bear the coercion.

"I'm afraid even Asgard will notice such a movement," Thor said with a headache, "I regret bringing her now, and now she has to suffer again no, so many disasters"

"Stop it, you can't stop this, I didn't know Frey was alive before, but I knew nothing good would happen," Loki curled his lips sarcastically, "Look at what your father did to their family .”

"He's your father too."

"We are all adopted, so the fate is of course different from yours, Your Majesty the future king," the God of Lies said ironically, "Our elder brother actually agrees with Odin's approach, he may lose the battle, but If he wants to leave, no one can stop his magic, and if it's you."

"If it were me, I would"

"Withdraw the army, and you will stay and die with him."

"Yes," Thor looked at him dumbly, "well, I will definitely do that."

"Sounds like you must be the most responsible king in the universe."

"..."

Suddenly, the fluctuation of energy stopped, and thousands of noises disappeared at this moment. Because of the disappearance of the disaster and the death of the king, the imperial city shrouded in darkness, and even the entire continent, were immersed in an unprecedented tranquility.

The blond girl walked lightly through the ruins of the broken walls, surrounded by the torn ruins of the imperial city, they rose silently and suspended behind her, broken walls and bridges, collapsed palaces and bell towers, everything was moving quietly and quickly Restoration, just like the disaster of ebb tide disappears without a trace, the blood red crescent moon in the sky also disappears in the dissipated black clouds, the whole city restores its original appearance, becomes brilliant and full of divinity again.

The long night in the imperial city has become a thing of the past. The elves devoutly built the temple of the God of Light. The magic of the king once made the day of this city eternal. After the land and people here were polluted by disasters, everything was completely destroyed. Upside down, at this time it has returned to its original appearance.

The streets were empty, and the guards lying on the road opened their eyes one after another, got up from the ground with blank faces, and looked in disbelief at the city they had guarded for thousands of years, and hundreds of sea dragons were circling above the city, More dragons soared above the sea, their scales showed a holy silver-white color, and their long roars echoed in the cool sea breeze.

A young sea dragon jumped out of the fountain in the square. The spring water had become clear and translucent, and the water droplets splashed in all directions, refracting colorful brilliance in the sun. She tilted her head in confusion, as if she didn't quite understand why she would Here, in no time, she joyfully spread her wings and swung into flight, stumbling into the sky looking for her parents.

Those protoss or elf guards wept with joy, hugging each other to celebrate their escape from death. They fell into a state of chaos while being swallowed by disaster. So far, it is not clear what exactly happened, but they can only vaguely guess .

After the excitement, the people gradually calmed down and looked at the still silent imperial palace.

Arya was walking on the wide and empty streets of the inner city. The sun was pouring down on the long streets paved with jade, reflecting a little bit of brilliance, but the places she passed were all covered by shadows, a magical landscape. Darkness pursued her like a shadow, devouring the light in every inch of land she walked.

Not long after she left, the road outside was gradually filled with sunshine again.

Arya stood on the steps at the entrance of the palace. The terrain here was the highest, and she could vaguely overlook the entire new imperial city. Although the scene of the imperial city should have been more prosperous and noisy in the past when the country was at its peak.

But at this moment, at least everything is saved.

Apart from

She turned silently and walked into the palace.

This bad mood infected his little friend. An eagle with pitch-black feathers fell from the sky, rushed into the palace and landed on her wrist, folded its wings and stared at her with its head tilted.

"Oh, I'm not you," Arya stretched out her hand to smooth the little friend's hair, "Of course I feel bad too, I"

She paused for a while inexplicably, and slowly grabbed one wing of her little friend. This action looked a little strange, like a coquettish girlfriend

Wait, what the hell is this metaphor.

Arya said thoughtfully, "Someone once told me that time is meaningless. I also know a saying. It's probably like we are actually living in the dream of a certain creature."

The eagle raised its talons and slapped her hand away, looking at her with contempt.

Ignoring his contempt, Arya reached out and put her little friend in her arms, hugging him tightly with a force that could crush the latter's bones, looking more like a murder.

Saul "..."

The blonde girl was clinging to an eagle and refused to let go. Thor looked at this weird scene and walked into the hall cautiously.

It is not that he has never set foot in the depths of the imperial city before. After all, the disaster of Alfheim was scattered all over the mainland in the past, and it never spread to the imperial city.

During the war, the fire giants of Muspelheim opened up several fronts, and the kingdom of elves was also invaded by them. Most of the nobles and troops of Alfheim died in battle, and countless dragons were killed or injured. After the giants withdrew, Asgard had no time to worry about the situation in Alfheim. As a result, the imperial city suddenly fell into disaster, and everyone was puzzled.

"That's because," Arya said wearily, "the disaster reshaped the body of the God of Light. He returned here when he was unconscious. All the creatures here, whether they are gods or elves or dragons, all The difference between being polluted is that they were still alive when they were polluted by disasters, so the people you see outside can still be saved.”

Thor wanted to comfort her but didn't know how to say it for a while. These things were getting worse and worse. Empathy is the funniest joke in the world, because you can never empathize with other people's pain, even if you have exactly the same experience, it may not be true. Understand each other's mood.

Arya slowly let go of her arms, and the little friend flapped her wings and fell back to her wrist. The blade-like sharp claws grabbed the girl's slender wrist bones. This scene looked a little scary, but she looked natural, "what is that"

Thor followed her gaze.

Although the disaster has disappeared without a trace, and the palace filled with black mud has restored its original splendor, but there is still some mess inside, and many treasures that are priceless or even as expensive as planets are all here and there. One by one, they fell on the ground, leaned against the wall, or piled up in a mess, like the kind of wholesale grocery market.

Arya is staring at a mirror with her head tilted while stroking the hawk. It is a full-length mirror with gorgeous shapes and complicated patterns. The ivory white frame is inlaid with silver. .

The strangest thing was that the glass was supposed to reflect the scene in the palace, but the mirror was completely black, as if someone had painted the mirror black.

"Oh, that's the mirror of Nymir, don't look at it from the front," Thor whispered, "it will reflect your worst fears, and other people present will see it too, if you really Want to see, I can"

Arya looked at the mirror strangely, "It's okay."

Under Thor's worried gaze, the blonde girl slowly walked to the huge full-length mirror, raised her head and looked at the turbulent darkness on the mirror, like a cloud of black mist suddenly diffused from the mirror, wisps of smoke The elongated deformation interspersed and converged into a blurred silhouette.

It was an old man with gray hair and a serious expression. His face seemed a little blurred in the black mist, but his sharp eyes pierced through the thick mist like a sharp sword into a person's chest. A powerful coercion that suffocates people.

Saul frowned slowly, staring at the person in the mirror, and after a long time, he looked at Arya standing in front of the mirror again.

She has been stroking the huge black eagle, looking like she can't wait to shave the latter's body hair, but since the figure in the mirror emerged, this movement stopped, and even the eagle turned its head, Look in the mirror without moving.

One person and one eagle were staring at the old man in the mirror. The latter seemed to be looking at them with cold eyes. From the perspective of others, this scene was extremely strange, even a little scary.

Not to mention anything else, people should not be so calm no matter what their reaction is when they see the existence of their own fear

Even more unexpectedly

"Who is he"

Arya turned her head, and Saul saw that her face was completely blank, as if she didn't understand why he saw that person in the mirror, "Do you know him?"

"He is Nodens, the Lord of the Abyss in the Dreamland." Thor paused and looked at her strangely, "He is a kind old god who sometimes helps people, and he even seals many you met him"

"I don't know this person."

Arya shrugged, didn't continue this topic, and didn't look at the mirror anymore. She searched for a while among the messy treasures like digging for treasure, and took out a few scrolls locked by magic. With this action, something rolled down again, hitting the ground with a clanging sound, "What is this?"

Why the hell is Loki not here.

Sol thought a little sadly that he actually didn't know much about these magic-related items, so he could only rack his brains for a while, "Those scrolls, I've seen Freya seal memories inside, it's a bit like people in the atrium taking pictures , but it's not the same, I don't know if my brother did it too"

Arya pulled one of the scrolls curiously.

The parchment overflowing with magic breath slowly unfolded, and the gentle soft light suddenly bloomed from the blank scroll, overwhelming the whole world, and involved her in the memories deep in time.

It was a summer day in Alfheim, the never-nightless imperial city was full of sunshine, and the servants of the gods stood on the corridor, bowing gracefully and throwing affectionate glances, longing for the admiration of the gods Eyes, "His Royal Highness."

The warm wind rolled up the curtain to reveal a corner of the palace. Freya continued to walk forward. Soon, she saw the young and handsome king lying casually on the steps, holding a long paper full of foreign characters in one hand. parchment, one hand around the limp blond bun lying on his chest.

"The princess was moved by his courage and affection, and agreed to enter into a marriage contract with this brave young man, and they lived happily together." The blond boy read the words on the parchment, and under the warm sunshine, he felt a little sleepy "Actually, I don't like this story very much. Why does the princess wait for others to save her? A person who wants to be a king must learn to fight. Are you right, my little princess?"

Freya stopped in her tracks, as if she wanted to hear what strange remarks her brother was about to make, especially

The little girl with blond hair is tilting her head, her bright light-colored eyes reflect the sunlight, which is as warm as the midsummer on the porch. She hasn't been able to speak yet, she can't understand a word at all, and she can't answer his question .

"But I will protect you, no matter where you are, no matter how long it has been." The blond boy smiled and stretched out his hand, gently rubbing the little girl's head, "Of course, maybe you don't need it."

The little girl didn't know what he was talking about, she blinked her big eyes and stared at him for a while, then suddenly stretched out her fleshy arms.

The young king straightened up slightly, followed the direction of her fingertips, reached out and took off the crown on his head, "Do you want this?"

The brilliance of diamonds and pearls flows between the fingers, like countless fallen stars burning in the sun, which is one of the symbols of theocracy and throne, but this person doesn't care at all.

The young man carefully placed one side of the crown on the head of the dumpling. The little girl dozed off and fell asleep with her head tilted, and the saliva flowed to his chest. He threw away the parchment and simply lay down on the steps, slowly closed his eyes.

Soon, the thrushes and skylarks in the garden stopped singing, and the elves who were shuttling among the flowers flew away quietly, because the two people fell asleep in the sun, and time passed silently, as if this moment had really become eternity.

"..."

Arya snapped the scroll shut.

Saul didn't know what she saw, if it was Freya's memory, I'm afraid Cupid didn't want anyone to share this scene, "Are you okay?"

The girl stared blankly at the folded scroll, and suddenly hugged her eagle tightly again. Unspeakable sadness surged, flooding her reason like a tsunami, "I'm fine."

From an angle that Thor couldn't see, two lines of tears fell quietly. Arya hadn't cried for many years. She hugged her soul-linked partner tightly, gritted her teeth and whispered, "I'm done."

A crisp sound broke the silence in the palace.

Thor turned his head back in shock. The mirror that reflected the face of the god of the abyss had cobweb-like cracks spreading on the mirror, and it was blown to pieces in the next second without sound, and the debris fell like rain in the hall.