Chapter 582 2 Arms Preparations War Is Imminent

Asgard's frontline against Muspelheim, a place as terrifying as a battlefield meat grinder. Although here, Muspelheim has not officially declared war on Asgard, but sporadic conflicts and frictions have already soaked every inch of the land here with blood.

In the camp to which Asgard belonged, Commander Tyre, who was in the commander's tent, had already been in contact with Brynhild from the Golden Palace.

"So, is your plan like this?"

"Yes, Tyre. This is also the best solution we can think of right now." Brunhilde glanced at the enemy who was still in the sporadic battle in the distance, and said to Tyre with a heavy face. "We can't afford to delay anymore, Tyr. No matter how long you delay the flame giant here, it's impossible to change the situation. So now we can only use this method and take a risk!"

After a long silence with his eyes closed, Tyre stood up from his commander-in-chief position.

"You're right, it's time to change this stalemate."

Facing the deadlock in front of him, Tyre had a very clear comparison and calculation in his heart. While it looks like they're doing a good job, they're actually paying a huge price. In order to prevent Asgard from being invaded by the power of the fire giants, he and his legion have been fighting with their lives.

Because of the huge power of the flame giants, even the warriors of Asgard need to pay one to three or even one to five battle damage ratios for each beheading of a flame giant. In the face of a steady stream, a huge number of flame giants. If Asgard didn't have a heroic spirit that could be resurrected from the dead, Tyr's legion would have been unable to hold on.

And even in this state, the warriors under him are almost reaching their limit. Not every warrior of Asgard has the power to resurrect heroic spirits from the dead. This kind of face-to-face battle for life and death may only be a process for heroic spirits to go back and forth in pursuit of glory. But for those warriors, it was a path of glory paved with their own lives and blood.

Huge casualties always inevitably take a toll on morale. Now, Tyre can say that his morale has fallen into a low ebb.

Even if he is the god of war, sometimes it can't change the situation of the war. Asgard was at a disadvantage, and with that disadvantage he couldn't do much.

"Okay, I promise you. But before that, I want to ask a question."

Having said that, the God of War, who was holding the sword Tierfeng around his waist with one arm, couldn't help but touch his broken wrist. For a god of war, having only one hand is indeed a huge shortcoming. But for the guy who caused it all,

Tyre's mood was very complicated.

It can't be said to be hatred, it can only be said that emotion, regret, anger and regret are all mixed together. And with this feeling, Tyr opened his mouth.

"How's Odin doing now? And..., Hoddle, what about that guy. Has he really been killed by Odin?"

Brynhild understood Tyre's mood when he asked such a question. For Hoddle, Tyre may be the only brother who cares about him, and the only one who regards him as a sibling. Although in the eyes of other people, Hodl's face is disgusting, and his mood is so cold that he cannot be approached at all. But for Tyre, he is his youngest brother and his closest blood relative.

But now, his younger brother has actually become like this, and after hurting his biological brother, he has once again stretched out his blood-stained hand to their father. This can be said to be unacceptable to any responsible elder brother.

But things have already happened, and nothing can be changed. He could only give himself a little consolation in this way of asking.

"You should ask Odin this question. Except for him, no one knows what the situation was like at the time."

Shaking his head, Brunhilde didn't want to spend too much time on this topic. Or she didn't want to mention Hoddle at all. And her performance made Tyre sigh, showing a rare look of tiredness and weakness.

"I see. I will take those warriors away in a moment, and leave those heroic spirits for you. In order to cooperate with your actions, I will also find a way to expose my whereabouts. Let those flame giants discover your arrival. And my departure. As for creating a small-scale commotion, I'll leave it to you!"

"Rest assured, I understand! I will bring victory to Asgard!"

Taking the command arrow from Tyre, Brynhild assured him.

The change of commander made an inevitable change in the Asgardian side of the camp. And when the warriors and heroic spirits on the front line were still desperately fighting against the flame giants. The low sound of the bull's horn suddenly came from the direction of the camp.

Such a situation naturally puzzled the warriors who were fighting in front of them. But the army is an army after all, and in the call of the horn, these warriors did not dare to fight too much. So under the cover of the heroic spirits, the mortal warriors began to take the lead in breaking through the entanglement of the flame giants and turned towards the direction of the camp.

And when the last heroic spirit present was headed by the flame giants, the flame giants also scolded and turned back to their military camp.

Many of them complained that the fight was not fun enough this time, and that Asgard's soft-footed shrimp actually stopped so early this time. However, some people found something wrong and reported the news to their leaders.

And in the middle tent of the flame giant, a place like a huge magma pool. As the general leading the flame giant and Asgard to fight this time, Muros listened solemnly to the report of the frontline soldiers from below, and then stretched out his arms with blood vessels emitting hot rays of light like magma, silently rubbing his roots. Whiskers stand, beards as hard as stalactites. There was a noise like gongs and drums.

"If you say that, the enemy's behavior today is very abnormal!"

"Yes, General Muros. The enemy's time to return to the camp today is much more than usual. This is indeed a little abnormal for those fools in Asgard who would rather die than take a step back!"

The flame giant soldier kneeling at the bottom answered truthfully and heard his answer. Muros turned his head to the other side immediately.

"Then what about you, did you scouts get any special news?"

What Muros looked at was a shadow. But in this shadow, a female flame giant quietly walked out.

Unlike ordinary flame giants, female flame giants are much smaller and slender. Even compared to the Asgardians, their body shape doesn't seem too out of place. It is precisely because of this physical advantage that female flame giants can perform tasks that ordinary flame giants cannot, such as spying on intelligence.

And this female flame giant is the chief intelligence officer under Muros, and the guy who is specially responsible for spying intelligence from Asgard.

Just when Muros asked, the female giant also revealed all the information he had just spied on. Listening to her report, Muros snapped a rocky beard, then threw it into his mouth like eating chocolate and chewed it. At the same time, a somewhat excited smile appeared on his face.

"If you say that, the enemy's commander has suddenly changed his identity. It seems that the dark dwarf and those two monsters are not incompetent waste, have they finally found a chance to deal a heavy blow to Asgard? Ha, just right, I'm tired of this boring confrontation! Who is the enemy's commander now?"

"My lord, it's the Valkyrie Brunhilde. The goddess in my king's order!"

"Is that the legendary Valkyrie Brunhilde? She's an excellent prey. If you capture her alive and present it to my king, I'll definitely be rewarded by my king!"

"My lord, you underestimate the enemy!" The female flame giant said bluntly, but it attracted undisguised mockery from Muros.

"It's just a woman, even if she has the prestige of Valkyrie, can it be possible to reverse this situation?"

"Although that's true on the surface, Your Excellency. But there's no guarantee it's one of the enemy's tricks. If Brynhilde takes over the army it's just a pretense. Then Tyr, when we're attacking, suddenly Turn around and fire a carbine, and we're probably going to suffer a huge loss!"

Hearing the female giant's guess, Muros repeated the previous action again, and then burst out laughing.

"Even like that, it can't change the strength of the enemy or the enemy. We are the stronger side, and the enemy is the one to worry about. However, we still need to be careful. Campbell, except for those brought by Brynhild. Besides the heroic spirits, are there any traces of other enemies?"

"No, Your Excellency. Our scouts are very clear. There are no other troops operating nearby."

After hearing this, Muros nodded lightly.

"Very well, then you can take your subordinates and three hundred giants to monitor Tyr's every move! If they honestly return to Asgard and fight those dwarfs, don't worry about them. If they dare to turn back, you will find an opportunity to teach them a lesson they will never forget from behind, understand?"

"I see, then General, what are you going to do?"

"Needless to say?" He suddenly stood up from the lava, revealing his body far taller than the flame giant. Muros made a loud noise with a muffled voice. "Come, my soldiers. It's time for the general attack, let's start the battle, and let the flames of my king drown everything!"

His voice spread throughout the barracks, and with this sound, bright fires emerged from the barracks one after another. The war has begun! (~^~)