Bloodline Survival Guide

Thor beside them raised a storm between his eyebrows, and he took a step towards Fenrir: "What are you?! Get out of the Golden Palace! Where is the heroic spirit!? Get this beast out!"

Fenrir looked at Thor with disdain. He bared his teeth and stood viciously in front of Vidal, looking like a paranoid knight.

The hall quickly became a mess.

Odin watched the farce, frowned, and asked Tyre in a deep voice on the throne: "You brought this beast, Tyre! You are still sitting still!"

Tire was still wondering why the wolf stood up out of nowhere. Hearing Odin's question, he hurriedly bowed to his superior: "I'm sorry Father God, it's my fault... Fenrir! Come here! Don't Go make trouble!"

After he finished speaking, he pulled the mane on Fenrir's neck recklessly, trying to forcefully drag him away.

Nasus was taken aback by the giant beast that rushed out suddenly, and when he came back to his senses, he sarcastically said: "So Asgard also welcomes all kinds of species at the feast of the gods? Really? Surprisingly, Asgard is truly tolerant of everything.”

Frena listened to the sidelines for a long time and finally couldn't bear it any longer. She was furious at Nasus's previous series of unreasonable troubles: "You hypocritical woman! You are not worthy of being a god at all! Who allows you to be in the Golden Palace?" Sarcastic to the gods! Go back to your Vanaheim (the residence of the Vanir Protoss)! You still like Vidal? How can you be worthy of our brightest star in Asgard?!"

"Fleena—!"

"Sit down, Frena—"

The voices of the gods stopped one after another, and Freyna's elder brother, Frey, quickly pulled Freyna into his arms, and helped Freyna, who was blushing with anger, calm down.

"Shut up!" The hall suddenly became chaotic, and it wasn't until Odin shouted in a deep voice that the surroundings became quiet.

Odin took a deep breath, but before he spoke, the protagonist of this farce - Vidal, he had already raised his hand, made a gesture of prohibition towards the gods around him, then raised his head again, and squeezed out A sorry smile.

Vidal smiled silently, bent down, and picked up the golden wine glass on the ground.

All the gods looked at him.Vidal wiped the dust off the glass with his white robe in a natural manner, then walked slowly to the wine barrel in the center of the hall, filled a glass of wine, raised his hand to Nasus from afar, and made a gesture A gesture of toast.

Just as he was about to drink it, Fenrir rushed forward with a few steps, jumped up and dropped the wine glass.

The sound of the gold cup hitting the ground was crisp.

Vidal turned pale.

Nasus, who was a few steps away, felt very strange, because she seemed to see... the hand in Vidal's sleeve seemed to be trembling slightly.

But Vidal still didn't look sideways, didn't even look at Fenrir, and still lowered his head to pick up the cup.

He stubbornly picked up the glass and wiped it clean, filled it up again, and planned to drink it again... But every time the glass touched his lips, Fenrir in front of him would still tirelessly raise his paw to slap it down. that wine glass...

After repeated troubles like this several times, the expressions of the gods became worse and worse.

The atmosphere in the hall was weird.

Odin, who was at the head, looked at his young son sullenly, tugging back and forth with the ugly monster without saying a word.

It wasn't until Fenrir knocked down Vidal's cup for the sixth time that the giant wolf broke out first.

Before Vidal bent over to pick it up, he raised his front foot and crushed the poor cup that had been thrown around with one foot.

"Don't drink if you don't want to drink, I won't allow anyone to force you."

Fenrir's voice was hoarse.

It was obviously a sentence that sounded strongly aggressive, but his tone was humble and flattering.

After hearing Fenrir's words, Vidal felt as if the thunder and lightning attracted by Thor's hammer had passed through his body, and he shook violently... He didn't even dare to look down at the wolf, he had been subconsciously to avoid that gaze.

Fenrir added another sentence in a low voice, saying in a tone that only they could hear: "No one can force you, and neither will I. Don't worry..."

Vidal hadn't looked at him.

He fixed his eyes on the golden cup on the ground.

Fenrir first crushed the golden cup flat with one foot, and then crushed it lightly. In an instant, the solid golden wine cup turned into golden powder.

"The presumptuous beast—!"

Thor couldn't hold his breath anymore.An impertinent beast in the golden palace defies the majesty of all gods.He rushed over with the hammer in hand, and the gods only heard the wind whizzing by, and thunder and lightning gathered around the hammer, rushing towards Fenrir...

Fenrir did not show weakness and backed down, and opened his huge mouth and roared at Thor. The sound was even louder than thunder. It sounded like a beast's voice, but it seemed to come from the sky. The power contained in that roar was like The whole mountain seemed to be pressing down, causing the entire hall to vibrate slightly...

Soon Tyr rushed over with his long sword in his hand, and the gods showed their weapons one after another and surrounded Fenrir.

Odin also ordered in a deep voice in front of the throne: "Catch him—!"

……

A good banquet turned into this in the end.

Vidal felt that his mind was a little dizzy, and his eyes were burning with grievance and shame. He couldn't tell whether he was grateful to Fenrir or afraid.When all the gods felt that he should accept that kind of treatment, only this wolf stood up and understood his unwillingness.

why.

Why Fenrir.

Why Fenrir.

Vidal felt indescribably complicated and flustered, he felt as if he was drunk.

Is that what happens when you're drunk?You will feel a little dizzy, unable to stand firmly, and feel weak all over.

Could it be that he accidentally sipped some wine just now?He thought in a daze, after all, it must be a fine wine that you will get drunk after taking a sip.

Vidal did not dare to look up at the giant wolf in the temple, nor did he dare to look at his father and brother.There was still a lot of noise in his ears, he looked at the cup that had turned into gold powder under his feet, and thought for a while... He didn't say goodbye to anyone, and just left the Golden Palace in a trance.

When stepping down the stairs step by step, the high-pitched howling of wolves in the hall was still loud and clear.One sound passed into the ears and hit the heart.

Accompanied by the shrill wolf howl, Vidal walked away step by step.

He didn't know why he didn't dare to look back, and he didn't dare to think deeply.

In the past few days, he avoided thinking about the wolf, thinking about that night, he wanted to forget.

He still doesn't know how to face it, and he doesn't know why his heart beats faster, why he feels... a little sour and bitter.

Vidal never looked back.

The howling of wolves continued for a long time, and Vidal covered his ears in pain as he walked.

The author has something to say: [Note] Mead of Poetry is also an independent and well-known Norse mythology story. If you are interested, please read it yourself.The group portrait description and wording in the mythology part will be a little straightforward and concise. Please be considerate, because it is a mythology, it should not be too modern. (I'm so sad that everyone will find this part boring, will it be boring?)