Chapter 463 You Look at a Cake, It Is Big and Round

A moment later, inside the Holy Fountain of Urd.

Belludante came back to her senses and picked up the ancient black book floating in the water. She suddenly had a headache and looked at Urd in the pool for help:

"Sister, sister, she quits, what should I do now?"

"What, you want to sell me too?"

Urd rolled his eyes at his sister, stood up and stepped out of the holy spring.

The clear water flows down from the ravine area of ​​the two proud peaks, passes through the toned belly with almost no trace of fat, flows along the two round and straight thighs, and flows back into the holy spring, swaying in the pool. ripple.

As the goddess of fate walked forward step by step, the surrounding mist dispersed one after another, unable to cover her proud figure at all.

As the dazzling leader of the three Norn goddesses, she is like the most dazzling North Star in the night sky in the Nordic world. She not only possesses otherworldly magic power, but also has a unique personality.

Her maturity and straightforwardness are like the midday sun in midsummer, hot and pure, penetrating directly through the clouds and illuminating every dark corner; her uninhibitedness and heroism are like the galloping wild horses on the endless grassland, with the sound of hooves thundering. It is majestic and shows the most primitive freedom and wildness of life.

That was the past of the world and the most primitive form of life.

"Beludante, have you followed her bad example? Bad children must be punished!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Urd stretched out his arms, smiled evilly, and pressed his sister's head into his broad chest, letting her accept this punishment from fate.

Caught off guard, Belludante was immediately overwhelmed by a feeling of suffocation. Her hands were scrabbled in the air, almost drowning in the boundless softness.

Finally, after struggling a lot, she pulled out half of her deformed pretty face from the two peaks and explained vaguely:

"Sister, I just want to ask what should I do next..."

Seeing his sister's serious look, Urd immediately lost interest in teasing, lowered his arms and let go of the struggling Belludante, and sat back on the stone platform beside the pool with some disappointment.

Of her two sisters, the third, Shikodi, is rebellious, lively, and unstable, so it is quite interesting to tease her; while the second, Beludante, is well-behaved, gentle, and diligent. Although she is in line with the characteristics of the current goddess, she is inevitably a bit old-fashioned. , even more twilight than the goddess she was in the past.

"Sister?"

As Belludante's call sounded again, Urd came back to his senses, glanced at his sister who was obsessed with work, and hummed softly:

"This is a task assigned to Shikodi by Father God. What does it have to do with me?"

"If we can't complete the mission on time, compose the [Big Movement], and awaken Father God, the three of us will be punished. For my little sister's sake, and for ours, please help me once."

Beludanti held the ancient black book in her hand, helplessly stating her interests and trying to persuade her eldest sister to take action.

Among the three Norn goddesses, her eldest sister is the most powerful and has the authority to control the world tree Yugatra Sil.

Urd rolled his eyes at his sister and said angrily:

"It's easy for me to take action, but do you think Father God is a random candidate?"

Angerboda - a harbinger of sorrow...

This is not only the pseudonym given to the little sister Shikodi, but also the final chapter of the fate of the Nordic world.

And once Shikodi's divinity is combined with the outsider, the [future] can be fixed and the [big movement] complete.

But the past she controlled, and the present controlled by Beludante, did not have this function.

The past has happened and the present is ongoing. The two are not as easy to change and anchor as the future. Even if they intervene, the impact on that person will probably be extremely limited, and it will easily backfire on them.

After hearing the eldest sister's explanation, Belludante thought for a while and took the initiative to say:

"Then, what about me? Let's try together?"

"You really dote on her and do everything for her. No wonder that girl likes you so much..."

Urd pursed his lips and hummed softly, with a slight sourness in his tone.

Belludante was startled for a moment, then looked into her sister's eyes and answered seriously:

"If you were in trouble, eldest sister, I would do the same thing."

When Urd heard this, his unhappy expression softened a little, and he thought about the feasibility of another strategy.

Although Shikodi has given up her career, the future is still unclear.

But just as two points can determine a straight line, if the [past] controlled by her and the [present] managed by Belludante are used as anchor points, perhaps the [big movement] can also be perfected.

Seeing Urd's brows gradually relax, Belludanti, who knew her sister quite well, suddenly brightened up:

"Sister, do you have any idea?"

"It's just a rough idea, but it may not come true."

"Then let's try it first! When there is nothing we can do, let's get our little sister back and give her some good advice."

"Just pamper her!"

Urd glared at his sister, but in the end he could only be defeated by Belludante's pleading eyes. He pushed aside the dense fog and led her to the World Tree, putting his hand on the thick tree. On the main trunk, activate the divinity of the World Tree.

Belludante also followed suit and injected her own destiny power into it.

"Buzz!"

The branches, leaves and trunks trembled, exuding joyful emotions, and runes flashed brightly and darkly between the veins of the leaves, like stars in the sky.

Countless light dust that cannot be seen by the naked eye rises from Asgard, Midgard, Vanaheim, Jotunheim, and the Iron Forest, where the Lorn lived, fought, and left their footprints. They are absorbed by the World Tree, and then transformed through the transformation of runes and the divinity of fate, blending with each other, turning into a rushing spiritual river under the bark, and passing through the World Tree to every corner of the nine kingdoms, quietly affecting and changing the entire Nordic God Age.

The black leather ancient book on the altar flipped, one after another, the smart characters were imprinted on the blank paper, constantly directing and deducing new music.

At the same time, Asgard.

Odin, who led the army back to rest, walked out of the Rainbow Bridge with blood and mud on his body, and his face was full of fatigue.

And the Asgardian guards who followed him back to Asgard were almost all injured and their morale was low.

There is no doubt that they did not get any advantage in the war with the Vanir.

Since the beginning of the war, the Aesir had never found a way to target the Vanir's immortality ritual. Those Vanir warriors who were subjected to the Ted witchcraft were almost impossible to kill.

Even though the Asgardians were known for their bravery, they were naturally helpless in the face of such a sticky opponent.

Moreover, as time went on, the number of Asgardian guards on the battlefield continued to decrease, and the situation inevitably turned to the disadvantage of the Aesir.

Thinking of this, Odin's face gradually became gloomy.

We must find a way to restrain the Ted witchcraft of the Vanir, otherwise, Asgard will definitely lose.

But where can we find such a god who can specifically restrain the power of life?

At present, the strongest Aesir in the nine kingdoms does not have such a person, and the other races may not have much hope.

Just as Odin on the throne was frowning, the invisible light dust in the air quietly flowed into his body.

The next moment, a thunder flashed in his mind, and he had a blessing.

"Snap!"

Odin slapped his forehead and stood up suddenly.

Why look for it? Isn't it the same to create it yourself?

As for what can restrain life, Odin already has the answer in his heart.

"I'm going out for a while. Before I come back, try to avoid fighting and don't directly conflict with the Vanir!"

After briefly explaining a few words to his subordinates, the Aesir God King decisively took off his armor, put on a gray robe, pulled up his hood, turned the Eternal Spear into a cane, and walked out of the city.

As the Rainbow Bridge opened, Odin took a deep breath and strode into the area shrouded in darkness and death.

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At this moment, Jotunheim.

The frost giant Mimir, who was sitting in front of the Fountain of Wisdom and guarding it, also welcomed a strange guest.

The reason why he was described as "strange" was because his eyebrows and hair were covered with frost, as if he had just encountered a blizzard;

Half of his tattered clothes were covered with scratches and ice chips, as if they were pierced by sharp objects such as ice spikes, and the other half were charred, as if they were related to things like thunder and fire;

The pair of shoes under his feet were covered with mud, as if they had just been pulled out of the swamp; there were teeth marks on his trouser legs from monster bites, obviously he had been attacked by monsters...

In short, this man seemed to have been punished by God, and his whole body was plagued by all kinds of strange troubles, which was simply a big "miserable" word.

Seeing the clear spring water in the pool, the man couldn't help but purse his cracked lips:

"Noble giant, I am really thirsty after my journey. Please be kind and let me drink a sip of this clear spring water to moisten my throat."

Mimir, who was originally watching coldly on the side, heard this familiar speech, and his face suddenly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. He immediately picked up his cane and fought with the opponent:

"Odin, you kid are trying to trick me again!"

However, the heavy cane was grasped by a lightly raised five fingers, and the frost-covered cane was A warm smile bloomed on his face:

"You are the wise giant Mimir, right? After Odin returned to Asgard, he kept talking about you."

Feeling the strange breath on the other side, Mimir immediately realized that he had recognized the wrong person. He looked at the motionless cane in the other party's hand with fear and asked coldly:

"Who are you?"

"My name is Loki, and I am Odin's blood brother. Today, I came to Jotunheim to visit you on his orders."

"Visit me?" Mimir was confused.

"Thanks to you letting him drink the fountain of wisdom last time, he realized something very valuable from the world tree and wanted to share it with you to express his gratitude to you."

Loen replied with a smile, and at the same time picked up a branch and outlined a few runes on the ground.

But in order to complete his next plan, he deliberately made a few mistakes at key points to make these runes look awkward and specious.

Mimir looked at the semi-finished products in front of him, scratching his head and muttering:

"No, the traces of the runes should not be like this! Hey, boy, do you know how to do it?"

As a giant who pursues "wisdom", he naturally longs for this symbol that represents mystery and civilization, and is eager to master it.

In response, Lorne spread his hands and said he could not help:

"Sorry, Odin understood this thing first, and I also know only a little. If you want to learn the original Great Rune, I'm afraid you need to go to Asgard."

"Did Odin tell you so?"

Mimir looked at the Aesir messenger in front of him warily, restrained the desire on his face, and sneered.

Obviously, as a giant who drinks the spring of wisdom all year round, Mimir is not stupid. He saw Odin's purpose at a glance and waved his hand impatiently.

"He wants me to betray Jotunheim and go to Asgard to serve Asa? Jotunheim and Asgard are enemies, not friends. You'd better not waste your efforts."

"You don't know?"

Lorne looked at Mimir in surprise, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Now Jotunheim has reached a truce with Asgard, and both parties intend to reconcile. But the two sides currently lack a respected middleman to bridge the conflict, so Odin hopes that you can come to Asgard to stay for a while, in order to serve the giants of Jotunheim. People speak up. After all, you are his blood relative and the wisest elder among the giants. You are the only one in the entire Jotunheim who is most qualified to succeed Utgar Loki and become the new king of Jotunheim. ”

Such a huge amount of information and such explosive information left Mimir in a daze for a moment:

"Wait, what happened to Utgar Lodge?"

"I made a bet with him in the Iron Forest, and I won by luck. According to the agreement, he will step down from his position as King of Jotunheim and no longer interfere in the development of the nine kingdoms. So now Jotunheim's The royal power is in limbo.”

Lorne answered truthfully, doubts appearing in his eyes at the same time,

"Has no one told you about what happened in Jotunheim recently?"

When Mimir heard this, his expression became a little uncertain.

At this moment, Lorne seemed to have reacted, and he was suddenly filled with indignation:

"After all, you are also a direct blood relative of the ancestor Ymir, and you are still sitting here, guarding the Fountain of Wisdom for Jotunheim for thousands of years. They didn't even tell you such an important thing, they simply didn't take you seriously. Here! Isn’t this too much? Who gave the order?”

"Sharkey! It must be Sharkey!"

Mimir replied sullenly, feeling an unknown anger rising in his heart.

Before the war began, Utgar Lorch took part of the Fountain of Wisdom and gave it to the mountain giant Sharki and his daughter Skadi.

Since he vaguely guessed the true identity of the "Frost Giant King", Mimir naturally did not dare to stop him.

After that, he was still ordered to guard in front of the Fountain of Wisdom, unaware that such a big change had occurred on the front line.

"No wonder!"

Lorne seemed to suddenly realize it, and looked at Mimir with a more serious look.

"I'm afraid you still don't know that Sharkey and his daughter have mastered the runes, which seem to have been given to them by Utgar Lodge. If the mountain giant wants to harm you, you must be careful!"

"He dares!"

Mimir was furious, his old face red with anger.

In Jotunheim, a country shrouded in ice and snow, frost giants are the mainstream, while mountain giants are vassals.

Olveg, the Master of Destiny in the form of Utgar Lorch, came to power, and he had little to say.

But why should Sharkey, a mere gopher burrowing in the heart of a mountain, ride on his head? He also mastered the runes that contain the secrets of the world!

This is not fair!

Seeing Mimir's angrily jumping to his feet, a certain deceitful god who succeeded in conquering the fire burst into a mischievous smile.

It seems that even a giant with wisdom may not be able to see through fame, fortune and lust for power.

The little King of Jotunheim, he doesn't care, Olvig doesn't care, but that doesn't mean that the Mountain King Sharkey and the Wisdom Giant Mimir won't be tempted by this.

What's more, we don't worry about scarcity but inequality.

Mimir has been guarding the fountain of wisdom for thousands of years, but he has not reaped many benefits and has not complained less. On the contrary, the mountain giant Sharkey, whom he looked down on before, has become more and more prosperous, and even has a vague sense of superiority over him.

These are things that Mimir cannot bear.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Lorne sincerely suggested:

"With the retreat of Utgar Loki, there will definitely be trouble in Jotunheim. Now that Sharkey has mastered the runes, his strength is not what it used to be; his daughter Skadi should not be underestimated, and you are just I am alone, so to be on the safe side, you should go to the Immortal Palace with me first to avoid the limelight."

"You want me to hide from them?"

"This is just a stop-gap measure of retreat. When you learn the complete runes from Odin and represent the interests of Jotunheim in the Asgard in the future, speak out more. Those frost giants and mountain giants I must be grateful to you. If you want to come back to take charge of Jotunheim, you will definitely respond! No matter what, he is still your nephew, who will help you if he doesn't help me?"

Mimir couldn't help but feel excited in Lorne's provocative painting.

However, looking back and seeing the gurgling spring of wisdom behind him, Mimir hesitated:

"But if I leave, what will happen to this fountain of wisdom?"

Although this fountain of wisdom geographically belongs to the entire Jotunheim, after guarding it for so long, Mimir has long regarded it as his own private property and is unwilling to share it easily with outsiders. Therefore, he has encountered the hostility and hatred of many giants. Exclude.

"This is easy!" Lorne slapped his chest and decisively took out the golden Holy Grail from the magic array. The clear spring water and the wisdom and divinity contained in it were immediately sucked into the Holy Grail and turned into a bottomless ocean.

Seeing Lorne handing the golden cup filled with the fountain of wisdom into his hand without hesitation, Mimir couldn't help but loosen his grip on the cane.

Smelling the rich aroma in the cup, he couldn't help but take a sip. The sweet taste and ecstatic experience made this wise giant's eyes shine, and he looked at the divine liquid in the cup with eagerness and enthusiasm. excited:

"What's this?"

"Mead. The spring water tastes too bland, so I brewed it into a drink. If you like, we can drink and talk on the way. When we get to Asgard, there will be more."

"Good! Good!"

Mimir's eyes lit up, and he praised the thoughtfulness of the Aesir messenger.

Then, he took a look at the nearly dried-up Fountain of Wisdom, and without any lingering feelings, he held the golden cup, drank the delicious mead, and followed the Aesir messenger to the Iron Forest on the border.