Chapter 465 The Goddess of Death Who Got Wrongly Raised

Norse world.

The war between the Aesir and the Vanir has been going on for a long time, with no sign of extinguishing.

On the one hand, the Aesir could not do anything about the Vanir's Thyder witchcraft. Even if the individual martial virtues were abundant, they could not deal with the nearly immortal Vanir warriors;

On the other hand, although the Vanir had almost BUG life power, as outsiders, they were not fully accepted by the Nordic world will. After years of hard work, the Vanir only established the base of Thyder witchcraft in a corner of Vanaheim. Once they left this home court, the use of Thyder witchcraft would be severely weakened. The Vanir also did not dare to easily go deep into other countries, so as not to be seized by the Aesir led by Odin and defeated one by one.

Therefore, the two sides with weaknesses could not do anything to each other, and could only launch a protracted tug-of-war at the border between Asgard and Vanaheim.

As the leaders of both sides, Frigga and Odin were struggling to persist.

One of them was waiting for the opponent to show a flaw, and the Asgardians could not afford the huge war consumption; the other was waiting for Asa's [Sword of Death] to be tempered and unsheathed.

Time flies, and several years have passed.

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Midgard World, Heath Island.

A petite figure passed through the mist in the dense forest and came to an empty square.

It was a little girl who was not very old, about 1.5 meters tall.

The untidy brown-black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, half covering her tender face, creating a bit of mystery and majesty that was inconsistent with her age; although the facial features on the little face were delicate, due to the pale and almost sickly skin color, the overall temperament was insulated from cuteness, and was more inclined to darkness and gloom.

A pair of eyes as dark as the abyss looked around the square, like a lone wolf walking at night examining its hunting ground.

The cold breath emanating from the small body made the nearby snakes, insects, rats and ants tremble, as if they had encountered a natural enemy, and the surrounding world was as silent as if it was dead.

When she saw the figure waiting in the center of the square, the coldness on the little girl quickly faded, and a smile from the heart bloomed on her pale face:

"Teacher!"

Lorne looked at the little figure walking towards him, his eyes full of tenderness.

Hela, Odin's eldest daughter, the future goddess of death.

At the same time, this is also a student he trained.

Due to the protracted war between the Vanir and the Aesir, Odin had no time to take care of other things, and naturally could not fulfill his responsibilities as a father.

In addition, in order to keep it secret, Hela's sword achieved an unexpected effect.

Therefore, after the child was born, Odin was sent to the atrium world and handed over to his blood brother to raise and teach.

So in a sense, he is not only Hela's teacher, but also half of Hela's father.

Because of his rich experience in raising children, his character is more personable, and he is very friendly, he completed these two tasks very well.

This can be seen from the completely different attitudes of Hela towards outsiders and towards him.

Feeling proud, Lorne asked with a smile:

"Are you ready?"

"Well, I will definitely win this time!"

Hila promised solemnly, with a serious look on her tight little face.

Lorne laughed dumbly when he saw this.

Hila's talent is indeed amazing, and her competitive personality has also made her progress rapidly. But she is still young, far from being able to beat the examiner.

"It's just an academic test, just give full play to your full strength, there is no need to put too much pressure on yourself."

Lorne comforted softly and waved back.

Hila nodded without comment, looked at the figure coming out of the mist, and her eyes instantly became cold and sharp.

You can lose, but you can't lose to this woman!

Feeling the hostile gaze, Freya showed a teasing smile on her face:

"See you again, little Hela. This time you have to hold on longer, don't lie down before I finish warming up."

"Hmph, who is lying down is still uncertain!"

Hela responded coldly, drew two short swords from the magic circle, jumped onto the high platform, and challenged Freya aggressively.

However, the Valkyrie under the stage was not eager to fight, but looked at Loen on the side, and said with a smile:

"Let me practice with your students, I won't do it without a reward."

"What reward do you want?"

Loen rolled his eyes at Freya who raised the price on the spot, but did not directly reject the other party's request.

As a secret weapon made by Odin for the Aesir, Hela will sooner or later go to the battlefield to fight with the Vanir.

And Freya, as a Valkyrie of the Vanir, is undoubtedly the best sparring partner.

In order to let Freya serve as Hela's whetstone, Lorne didn't mind giving this woman a little sweetness as compensation.

Freya's eyes moved and she smiled and said:

"If I win, you cook tonight, we'll have dinner together, and then go to the beach?"

"Okay."

Lorne nodded and agreed to this not-so-excessive request, not noticing that Hela's face had darkened.

This damned female cat! You just know how to pester the teacher all day long, I'll kill you sooner or later!

Hela gritted her silver teeth and snorted in her heart, looking at Freya with an increasingly unfriendly look.

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional.

Whenever she wanted to be alone with her teacher, this woman would always come up and interfere, and deliberately act close to her teacher in front of her, which made her so angry that she wanted to cut the other person into pieces and throw them into the stinking ditch.

Feeling the surging malice and gradually rapid breathing from the other side, Freya's smile became even brighter.

According to her understanding, this is a little girl who looks cold and arrogant, but lacks love in her heart.

Therefore, she is very eager for someone's attention, and has some subtle and complex feelings for someone.

Coupled with her perverse temperament and the warlike bloodline of the Aesir, she also developed a strong sense of territory, and instinctively resisted outsiders from approaching her teacher, replacing her position, and snatching her attention.

But the more Hela did this, the more Freya wanted to dance in the minefield.

Because she learned this from a bastard at the scene.

In the war of gods that year, it was because of this that she was defeated and fell to this point.

Although she can't beat the big one, can't she take the opportunity to bully the small one?

Little girl, your teacher owes me, so you, the student, should pay it back first.

Freya sneered in her heart, and before going on stage, she did not forget to cast a charming look at Lorne beside her.

Seeing this, Hela was so angry that her face turned blue. She immediately picked up the two daggers in her hands and took the lead in attacking.

Freya looked at the opponent's sword moves that were out of shape due to anger, and couldn't help shaking her head and sneering.

She is still too young...

But just as the Warner Valkyrie slowly drew out the sword of victory, Hela's eyes flashed with murderous intent, her body suddenly accelerated, and the two daggers with cold light slashed at the opponent's wrist and chest respectively.

Whether it is strength, timing, or angle, it is just right.

Will be angry, but it does not affect judgment?

It's just that she learned her lesson after suffering a loss last time, pretty fast...

Freya was amazed at Hela's fighting talent while sliding forward, avoiding the sword attacking her chest by a hair's breadth.

At the same time, she turned her wrist, and the Sword of Victory was unsheathed, and the golden blade cut the most vulnerable force node of the black dagger in Hela's hand.

Thump, thump, thump!

Accompanied by a sharp sound of metal, Hela's small body retreated three steps before stopping.

And Freya just shook her body slightly:

"Can you do it, little Hela?"

Hearing the opponent's teasing, Hela shook her sore wrist, feeling quite indignant.

Under the careful teaching of the teacher, she might not lose in terms of swordsmanship alone.

But the opponent lived longer than her and had stronger divine power, so it was obviously not good for her to fight hard.

Then, fast-paced attack!

Such an obvious intention naturally could not be hidden from the experienced Valkyrie Freya. She responded with her sword slowly and steadily, blocking the daggers that were slashing at her again and again.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Two figures, one large and one small, crossed each other, and the sound of metal clashing reverberated over the square, shaking the mist around and causing dead leaves to fall.

Gradually, Freya, who was originally calm and composed, gradually became solemn.

Because she found that Hela's growth rate was far beyond her expectations, and the tactics that crushed her a few days ago were no longer effective at this moment.

Even if she changed her tactics, Hela could quickly adapt, gradually find flaws, and counterattack.

For a while, the two sides fought back and forth.

After successfully stabilizing her position, Hela immediately sneered and ridiculed:

"Can you do it? Warner?"

The same sentence structure fully demonstrated the strong revenge mentality of a certain goddess of death.

"You are too proud, kid!" Freya raised her eyebrows and snorted.

A small round shield engraved with patterns appeared in her other hand, cooperating with the sword of victory, one attack and one defense, complementing each other.

At the same time, the swan feathers also appeared on her body, greatly improving her movement speed and reaction ability.

As Freya showed the complete posture of the Valkyrie, Hela, who could have fought back and forth with her, was completely suppressed and retreated one after another, and was soon forced to the edge of the venue.

Seeing that she was about to be driven off the stage, Hela felt anxious and pulled off her coat with one hand and threw it forward.

Accompanied by a sound of tearing cloth, the coat turned into flying pieces of cloth under the stirring of the sword blade.

My favorite piece of clothing, made for me by my teacher!

While Hela was grinding her teeth with heartache, she took the opportunity to launch a counterattack against Freya.

The two short swords shrouded in black air emitted a cold and cold light, like a poisonous dragon spitting out its tongue, stabbing and slashing all the way, biting Freya's throat, eyes, waist, abdomen, knees and other vital parts.

Swish!

Freya held the Victory Sword in her hand horizontally, intending to cut off Hela's attack.

Hela's eyes were cold, and while avoiding half of her body, she still chose to hand out the two swords.

Puff!

The golden blade cut through the flesh and pierced into the left shoulder, forming a hideous through-wound, and a stream of golden-red divine blood gushed out of it.

But a gray-black death aura had already covered Hela's left body, shielding all the pain. Without any pause in her hands, the two swords were like two black lightnings, stabbing Freya's chest quickly.

However, this long-prepared killing move was blocked by Freya's round shield.

Seeing this, Hela reluctantly raised her two swords again.

Freya subconsciously turned the sword of victory in her other hand to block.

"Crack~!"

Accompanied by a crisp sound, the two black short swords in Hela's hands, which were knocked out with countless gaps in the fierce battle, broke, and the golden Sword of Victory chopped towards Hela's head without slowing down.

Seeing that the future goddess of death was about to splatter blood on the spot, a hand stretched out from the side tightly grasped the blade of the Sword of Victory.

Drops of golden red divine blood flowed through the fingers and sprinkled on Hela's pale face.

Looking at the bloody palm on her head, the little girl's eyes were full of guilt and self-blame:

"Teacher..."

"It's good that you're okay."

Lorne smiled and touched the dejected little head, and the gentleness on his face was like a ray of sunshine shining into the clouds.