[Hammerbase] Ghost of Asgard Castle

Thor fell into a rare long and restful sleep that night.He fell into sleep, like an exhausted traveler who traveled across mountains and oceans, but fell into the abyss at his own door.Everything is silent under the abyss, and despair grows between the rocks.

This time there would be no nightmares waking him up in the night - because the nightmares that plagued him would never end.

No matter in the dream or outside the dream, as long as he recalled that figure, thousands of identical phantoms appeared before his eyes.They surrounded him, shadow after shadow, laughing at him.None of them belonged to him.Even if there are thousands of worlds in the star sea, and thousands of stories about them, he has already lost his most cherished one.

He opened his eyes, and the dust, dirt, blood and tears on his face had been wiped clean.It is not the hard wooden floor of the library, but a soft bed.He was lying on the bed in his room, the right hand side was still empty.

Thor's body sat on the bed, but his heart remained at the bottom of the abyss.

He talked about what happened last night to his friends sitting around him in a sleepy tone, and asked over and over again where his brother had gone.

"Thor, it wasn't your fault. You fell off the cliff and you landed right in the snow by the pond. And Loki he... I know you want to bring him back from there, but wait When you wake up, it will be too late to do anything." Fandral looked at him with a worried expression on his face, and his lips opened and closed meaninglessly in his sight. "Remember? You fell in front of the gate of the castle and told us that you found Loki on the cliff."

After learning the truth, Thor smiled instead.

"You mean, I came back from there alone. Alone. So I left Loki there and came back by myself." He squeezed his right hand tightly, and the wound opened.Blood gushed out drop by drop and landed directly on the quilt.He stared at the eye-catching red, only to realize that the cuffs that Loki wrapped for him in his memory did not exist.

"How could I do that, how could I?"

"Wake up, Thor. As long as it is about Loki, you will always choose to avoid it. You know exactly what happened that day, and we all saw it. If you are going to lie to yourself, then we will say that you will not Will believe." Something flickered in Sif's eyes, but she held back her emotion, trying to wake Thor from his nightmare. "We tried a lot of things, but he... froze. We were trying to get him off that goddamn icicle, and that's when the ice on the lake cracked and he sank."

Thor didn't seem to hear a word.

"I'm not doubting you, I know it." His right hand began to gently rub the knuckles again, this time, all he felt was the blood flowing between the fingers.It showed that he was missing someone, even though their parting had only just begun. "You hid him. Like putting him under house arrest, in a dungeon. Because we need war."

He raised his head and looked at Odin who had been standing silently by the door.

"Let's go to war then. How many victories do we need?"

You all know the story after that.It sounds like a complicated story, but the ending is very simple. "Victory, Glory, Peace" is engraved on the bronze base.But if you want to single out the thrilling legends and stories in the ten-year war, you can also write a lot of three-foot-thick epics-the Asgardians have obviously done this.

Go and see the stalwart statue at the gate of the city. Like those long epics, it commemorates the fact that Thor the "God of Thunder" raised the hammer for the first time in that famous battle. majestic.

It is said that the former king Odin told the young king in this way: the things that a person bears in his heart are often much heavier than the hammer itself.When he himself grows up enough to realize this, it won't be too difficult to swing it.

It is a pity that no matter how many glorious victories, the dead cannot be awakened from the wordless stele.Tombstones only pile up in war.They stood neatly on the velvety green grass on the outskirts of Asgard, shoulder to shoulder, feet to feet, as close as family members.Whenever the spring breeze blows, wild flowers bloom in front of the monument.

There is nothing to dispute about these things that are clearly written in the history books.

But I seem to have heard someone say, about his younger brother who suddenly disappeared one day, do you have a different opinion?

Oh, so some of you thought Thor's story was true.The satyr did exist, and Thor actually brought Loki back to the castle that night.As far as I know, in various legends in Asgard, the mountain god is usually like the ferryman in front of the Styx, always allowing the next substitute to exchange half of his soul for a long pole before taking over the long pole in their hands. A chance to fulfill your wish.Then Loki's wish is obviously the journey home.When the time came for succession, he withdrew from the castle, took his golden scepter, and became the god of mischief in the mountains and woods.The labyrinth among the vegetation, the phantom among the algae, and the sound of the wind among the reeds may all be unintentional creations when he was bored.

Others say that what Thor's friends see is the truth.Fairy tales and legends are inherently unbelievable.But that's not to say they all agree that the whole truth sank into that lake with Loki.Some people may have guessed this way: the scene on the lake was just a cover-up, a good show played by brothers, because no one could find the real evidence that Loki sank to the bottom of the lake.Then, it is entirely possible that he returned to Numhaydon as a dark chess game, where he cooperated with his brother to reverse the situation—if you carefully study the clues behind those battles, including the mysterious death of the Frost King Laufey—maybe You can understand why this kind of conspiratorial argument has been popular in various rumors.

If my story ended here, it would be no different from hearsay.

So at the end of this, I'm going to tell you what I saw.

Have you ever been to the jungle near Asgard Castle?Listening to the whistling wind, the whispers among the leaves, facing the bright silver moonlight and the burning bonfire, and a group of robbers sharpening their knives.

With my back to the butchers, I knelt and prayed to all the gods I knew or didn't know, that they would let me escape from the bloody knives of the robbers.

Among them, only one heard my prayer.

I'm pretty sure I saw a god in golden armor that day.He has black hair and green eyes, holds a golden staff, and a pair of long curved horns on the shining golden crown.His face is not very majestic, it is a kind of handsome and playful in the world.

He stood there holding up his scepter, and shouted at us ordinary people: "Kneel down, ants!"

Of course, except for me, who was already petrified, the group of unbelieving villains would naturally not respond to any orders.When I hurriedly put my forehead on the ground full of fallen leaves, they got up cursing from my side, clamoring to teach this madman who suddenly appeared.

Their yelling stopped quickly.When I raised my head from the ground, I only saw the receding figure of the god and the cold light dancing lightly in his hands.He disappeared among the trembling leaves like a phantom.

I knelt for a while among the thugs lying on the ground, praying loudly, kissing the ground under my feet, and thanking the gods for their mercy.

When I finally got up and ran to the edge of the forest to find a way to the port of Asgard, I didn't expect to see the god again so soon.

At that time, I was begging a very kind-hearted coachman, and in the middle of the night, he was the only one who happened to be waiting by the side of the path deep in the forest with a convertible car.Under the lowered brim of his hat was short dark blond hair and two beautiful moustaches. His demeanor was calm and even elegant, and his hands looked more suitable for holding a knight's long sword than a rein.

"Listen, it's against my principles to leave an unfamiliar stranger in a dangerous jungle, not to mention he claims to have seen some weird visions... I'd love to drive you to the port, but I have something very urgent to do right now." The coachman was in a dilemma, "It's for your own good too. You seem like someone who can keep a secret. But I'm afraid... someone will use another way to make you never drive. mouth."

While we were talking, there was a roar that resounded through the jungle in the distance, accompanied by the muffled sound of several heavy objects hitting the ground.There are so many strange things in the forest of Asgard.

"What did I say? Don't provoke the angry 'Giant Hulk'. But that guy never listens." The coachman waved his whip and shouted at me: "Come on, I can give you a ride Cheng. But you promise to pay the fare with your silence."

So I saw the god again.This time he didn't look so handsome, his golden helmet was smashed and his staff was thrown aside.He lay down in a dirt pit that looked like it was new, and the expression on his face could even be called aggrieved.

"I don't understand." He stared blankly at the night sky above his head in a daze. "He actually said I was weak. Even that bastard Thor..."

"Ahem," the coachman coughed in a timely manner, interrupting his complaint. "Pay attention to the wording, there is a passing passenger in my car."

He glanced at me casually, and quickly came to a conclusion: "It's just an ant."

So the ants and gods got into the rickety car and sped towards the edge of the forest.

When I peeked at his handsome side face countless times, the black hair hanging on his shoulders, and the bruises and abrasions on his cheeks and nose bridge, I finally couldn't help asking that question.

"Excuse me, are you really a god?"

The coachman laughed in front, and said without turning his head, "Ha, a very weak god is going back to his fairy palace in a pumpkin cart."

He was not angry.After tilting his head and thinking for a moment, he raised his index finger and put it by his mouth.

"A ghost. I am a ghost that roams the castle."

I finally mustered up the courage to look at him, and saw the starlight shining in his eyes.At that moment, I heard a small voice coming from the depths of his heart.The voice was right in my ear, telling me a long story.About the barren courtyard, about the dusty steps, about the rusty iron shackles, about the shattered icon, about his death.

I have no intention of prying into other people's privacy, and I have no intention of discovering those unknown secrets.But you have seen my dark eyes, like those of my countrymen from across the sea.This is what the gods have entrusted to us.

We can always meet all kinds of people and things, see all kinds of hearts, and hear laughter or tears from there.Most of these most intimate stories are taken to the grave and never told to anyone.And some, like the one you are listening to, may return to its land with a freighter returning from a long voyage thousands of years later, wandering with the sound of my piano.

Unbelievable, right?Of course you don't have to believe what I'm saying, just treat it as another version of many legends.Choose what you want to believe to believe, this is the true meaning of a happy life.

But those of you who heard this shouldn't miss this little anecdote circulating in Asgard Castle.

Legend has it that the king who was invincible on the battlefield was not as brave as he was in front of his enemies in life.

For the rest of his life, he was haunted by ghosts in the castle.People say that he would sometimes run along the entire corridor chasing a piece of clothing corner that no one could see, and stand at the corner feeling lost; in the room for hours.

When he stretched out his scarred right hand in front of the round window of the library to the familiar figure, it is unclear whether he embraced a long-lost reunion or an air full of sunshine.

After all, torturing people with deep-seated thoughts and imprisoning people with sweet phantoms is the best trick of the ghosts wandering in Asgard castle.

Of course, some people call that □□.