Chapter 509 Climbing Onto the Bed?

The land of giants, Jotunheim.

Two figures, a man and a woman, braved the howling wind and snow and headed towards the city of Utgar in the north.

It is the holy land of the Frost Giants. Not only has the newly appointed Frost Giant King Laufei settled here, but there are also a large number of elite Frost Giants living in the territory.

If Thor wants to find bad luck for the giants, the city of Utgar is obviously the most likely place to go.

"Hello~"

A sudden sneeze interrupted Lorne's thoughts, and he looked back behind him.

Brünnhilde, who was accompanying him, suddenly blushed slightly, showing a hint of embarrassment.

"The environment of the Giant Country is harsh, the climate is extremely cold, and snowstorms rage all year round. It is inevitable that outsiders will not be able to adapt to it for the first time."

Lorne smiled lightly and casually drew out two runes representing [Fire] and [Light] to protect each other against the cold wind that was howling all around. Then he pulled out a handkerchief from the magic circle diagram. He handed it to Brünnhilde behind him.

Such a considerate move made Valkyrie feel warm in her heart. She took the handkerchief and respectfully replied:

"My trial is not enough for you to worry about, sir."

"You don't need to be so formal. We come to Jotunheim this time only to represent ourselves, not to represent Asgard, so there is no superior-subordinate relationship."

"As you command, Lord Loki!"

Hearing that subconscious answer, Lorne was a little bit dumbfounded. He could only temporarily give up correcting the title and continue on his way with Brynhildr.

But I don’t know if it was his illusion. Brynhild behind him always secretly looked at him from the corner of her eyes intentionally or unintentionally. From time to time, traces of entanglement and hesitation flashed in her sapphire eyes. She was also absent-minded on the way, several times. They almost hit him.

Lorne couldn't help but frown, and was about to turn around to ask what happened, but he sensed a sharp whistling coming from the surrounding snowstorm.

"Get out of the way!"

Seeing that Brünnhilde was still standing there in a daze, he immediately shouted loudly, closed the distance, and pulled her behind him.

"Buzz!"

Along with the trembling of the magic factor, a protective triangle drawn with runes automatically condensed in front of Lorn, shattering dozens of sharp ice picks that came through the air.

Seeing the pair of beast eyes emitting faint blue light in the snowstorm, Brünnhilde woke up as if from a dream.

Frostwolf!

This is a kind of monster that lives in extremely cold environments. It is good at controlling ice and storms and has the habit of living in groups.

Brynhildr glanced at them and saw hundreds of frost wolves gathered around them, each one crouching down, grinding their teeth and howling low, preparing to attack.

Just as Lorne was about to kill these frost wolves blocking the way, Brunhilde stepped forward first:

"Sir, it was my dereliction of duty to allow these beasts to approach. Please allow me to make up for the mistakes I have made!"

As she spoke, the Valkyrie summoned her armor, sword and shield, and her whole body ignited with cold and murderous blue flames. She extended her swan-like glorious wings from her back, transformed into a brilliant stream of light, and rushed towards the swarming wolves at high speed. group.

"Puff puff puff puff!"

Wherever the stream of light passed, broken limbs and claws flew up, and ice-blue wolf blood splattered everywhere.

"Ouch~~"

Seeing his compatriots being slaughtered, the Wolf King, who was as strong as a hill and had frost-blue hair, let out an angry roar.

Upon hearing the order, the frost wolves immediately spread out, opened their mouths, condensed the magic factors in the air, turned into ice cones of different sizes, and focused their fire on the Valkyrie in mid-air.

"Father God, Rune, protect me!"

Brünnhilde chanted solemnly, and the blue flames surrounding her body burned blazingly, as if she was covered with a thick layer of armor.

Hundreds of ice picks, large and small, were just thrown onto the lake. They only made slight ripples and were broken down by the flames around Brynhildr in the blink of an eye.

After temporarily neutralizing the attack in front of her, the Valkyrie raised her head and looked at the frost wolf that was faintly exuding aura on the ice field.

Capture the thief and capture the king!

Brünnhilde flapped her wings and rushed out of the pack of wolves, heading straight for the wolf king on the ice field.

The cold light on the sword's edge made the Wolf King smell the breath of death, and he couldn't help but howl loudly.

Frost wolves leaped high into the sky, rushing up to Brynhild in mid-air, biting at the Valkyrie's vitals, forcing her to swing her sword to deal with the surrounding soldiers first.

As the sharp sword killed them all, ice-blue wolf blood spread all over the space where Renhild was.

Seeing that the wolf blood did not fall to the ground, but actually floated in the air contrary to common sense, Brünnhilde felt bad.

However, it was too late. A cunning flash appeared in the eyes of the Wolf King on the ice field, and he opened his mouth to the limit and sprayed out ice-blue cold wind.

The storm blew past, and the pools of frost wolf blood floating in the air were immediately stimulated to activate the [freezing] talent in the blood, causing the temperature of the surrounding space to drop sharply.

Brünnhilde was caught off guard and her body froze. Her whole body was quickly covered with a layer of icy blue frost flowers. The divine power in her body was also frozen, and her consciousness became extremely sluggish.

Seeing that this powerful female had fallen into the trap he had carefully planned, the Wolf King unceremoniously increased his breath of cold air.

The blood of the Frostwolf floating in the air turned into ice cones, whistling and shooting towards the frozen Brynhildr.

However, at the critical moment, a divine white horse held up the golden sun disk, broke through the wind and snow in the sky, and crashed directly into Brünnhilde's chest.

Suddenly, a strong and warm heat burst out from the Valkyrie's body, instantly melting the ice around herself and the surrounding ice.

Damn it!

The wolf king looked at the male who had no sense of existence on the ice field with shock and anger, and immediately realized that this one seemed to be more powerful.

The instinct of the creature made it feel fearful, and it immediately growled, wanting to order the wolf pack to evacuate.

"Want to run? Stay!"

But Brunhilde, who had suffered a loss, obviously would not give this beast a chance to come back. She shouted and vibrated her light wings, rushing towards the wolf king.

At the same time, the abnormally active magic factor in her body was madly infused into the long sword in her hand. The sword tip extended a huge light blade of 100 meters between the surge of divine power and the flashing of runes.

"Boom!"

As the blade of light fell, the ice field shook violently, spider-web-like cracks appeared on the hard frozen soil, and the ice-blue mist spewed out by the wolves melted instantly like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun, and the remaining wolves and the wolf king turned into pools of ice-blue minced meat.

Brunhild threw away the long sword in her hand that was broken into pieces because it could not withstand this force, put away the swan wings, and picked up the ferocious wolf head of the wolf king from a pile of minced meat.

Then, she turned around and came to Lorne, half-knelt on the ground, held up the wolf head with both hands, and respectfully presented the trophy, with a face covered with frost flowers full of shame:

"My lord, I was careless and almost got hurt by these beasts. In the end, you had to help me out. Please punish me."

"Even if you want to punish me, you have to heal my wounds first, right?"

Lorne snorted unhappily, then reached out to help Brunhilde up from the ground, and took this somewhat stubborn Valkyrie to a dense forest in the distance to rest and treat.

As we all know, the damage caused by freezing and burning is often not obvious in the early stage, but it has a strong aftereffect.

If not treated in time, it is likely to leave serious sequelae.

At this time, although Brunhilde was thawed, her limbs were obviously much duller, and there were many purple-red scars on her skin. There were even lumps in the subcutaneous tissue in some places. This was obviously a relatively serious frostbite and must be healed as soon as possible.

"Take off your clothes." Lorne gave instructions casually while drawing a magic circle on the ground.

Brunhilde gritted her teeth, as if she had made some kind of decision, and obediently carried out the order.

Lorne turned around and looked at the whiteness in front of him, slightly startled, and then added faintly,

"Just take off your outer clothes, I didn't ask you to take them off completely."

"..."

Brunhilde's body froze, realizing that she had misunderstood the meaning, her cheeks flushed, and she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into on the spot.

"It doesn't matter, it will work better this way."

Fortunately, Lorne spoke in time and slightly resolved the awkward atmosphere on the scene.

Then, he politely looked away and reminded:

"Turn around, just turn your back to me."

Brunhilde hurriedly did as she was told, picked up a piece of underwear from the ground with both hands, and covered her upper body that was exposed.

Just as she was ready, the Valkyrie was struck by lightning, her body trembled, and she made a vague low hum from her mouth, which made people have infinite reverie.

As the hot and sore stimulation continued to attack from behind, Brunhilde seemed to feel tens of thousands of ants crawling and gnawing on her body. Her delicate body twisted restlessly, and patches of rose red appeared on her skin.

Finally, after holding back for a few seconds, the brave and warlike Valkyrie on the battlefield succumbed to instinct. Her slender thighs and snow-white jade neck suddenly straightened, and she uttered a high-pitched whimper.

Hearing the graceful voice, Lorne was speechless:

It's just a few runes on your back, is it necessary to react so strongly?

Because the mixed cold air from the Frostwolves has invaded Brunhilde's body, it needs to be removed with the power of [Flame] and [Light] first.

In addition, Brunhilde's body had just gone through a high-intensity battle and had suffered frostbite, so it was relatively fragile. Therefore, in order to achieve perfection, Lorne chose to use his own divine blood to draw a few runes on Brunhilde's back to strengthen her own divinity and clear the cold and frost in her body from the inside out.

But unexpectedly, Brunhilde's reaction would be so great after just a short contact, just like taking a small pink bottle of medicine.

Those who knew understood that he was drawing runes, and those who didn't know thought he was drawing X patterns.

Seeing that the scene was going to develop from a warm and healing style to the direction of the book, Lorne coughed and asked:

"Or, let's change the way to heal?"

No mistake, one post, one content, one content, one 6, one book, one bar!

"No need! You, you continue, I will hold it back!"

Brunhilde answered solemnly, with a firm face, like a soldier who was bravely martyred.

Seeing that the Valkyrie was so determined, Lorne had to give up and chose to speed up the drawing.

Finally, as Brunhilde's body trembled, Lorne looked at her jade-like back and her newly grown pink skin, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and nodded with satisfaction.

Then, he stood up and suggested:

"Okay, you've just recovered from your injury, and it's getting late. Let's rest here tonight and continue our journey tomorrow morning."

Brunhilde naturally agreed to this. In order to express her gratitude to her superior, she took the initiative to set up camp, make fire, cook, draw early warning magic circles and other trivial matters.

Lorne did not refuse. While watching Brunhilde busying around, he took out a dead branch from the magic circle diagram and cut and carved it with the knife he carried with him.

After half an hour, everything is proper.

Brun Hilder made a bowl of meat porridge full of porridge from the pot, respectfully handed it to Loman to eat.

It wasn't until Loman began to taste that she was in a place for herself, sitting aside to eat, and took herself as a maid to serve her master.

After Lena took a few briefly, after praising some of the Brenhild craftsmanship, he turned around and asked with a smile:

"By the way, why do you always look at me along the way? Is me scary?"

"Nothing, you are much more kind than in the rumor!"

Brun Hilder waved his hand again and again, and then realized that he was caught in the current, and his face was a little flushed.

Ryan was surprised and continued the topic with a smile:

"Have you heard me?"

"Well, I grew up listening to the story of your war giant since I was a child."

It seems to be infected by that mild emotion. The tension in Brun Hilder's heart gradually disappears, and continues to explain,

"My hometown Iceland is in the atrium world, which is closer to the iron forest. It is often harassed by giants and Warcraft. If you have not been with people to suppress the disaster, calm the disaster, and forced the giants to not easily cross the iron forest. It's not good. "

"This is the case."

Len suddenly realized that he looked a little more kind at Brun Hilder's gaze.

"It seems that we have a fate."

"This trip can follow you is my honor!"

Brun Hilde's right fists and answered.

Ron smiled and said: "Since this is so fate, I'm not good at it, let's give you this thing."

Looking at the long gun -shaped branches in her hand, Brun Hilde remembered that Lotan had been busy with her treatment since the end of her treatment.

It turned out that adults have been making the weapon for me just now.

only……

Brun Hilder looked at the branches in his hand long, looked at the empty scabbard, and said carefully:

"Adult, I use a sword."

Lone shook his head and said, "There is no need to want to blindly imitate others in order to look forward to it. The sword is not suitable for you. Your combat style is more suitable for guns."

Brenhilde heard a touch of words, a trace of stunning on his face.

Indeed, her weapons and combat methods are intending to imitate the Lord Rock in front of her, and the godwarter King Freya, who currently leads the Valaki Legion.

Both of them are masters of swords. She also believes that she needs to use a sword in the subconscious that she wants to be a powerful Valkyrie.

The so -called authorities are fascinated by the bystanders.

According to the lifting point of Lord Rocky, Brun Hilde finally understands that he is on a wrong road.

But even if you look back, who should you ask for the essence of the gun?

It seemed to understand the confusion of Brun Hilder, and Loan smiled:

"I also know a little bit about gun skills. If you want to learn, I can teach you. If you don't understand, you can ask me on the road."

As soon as Brun Hilder heard it, he was overjoyed, and immediately agreed:

"Thank you Mrs. Rocky, I will live up to your expectations!"

"Okay, go back to rest first. Today, your injury is not all good, the lecture will start from tomorrow."

Lyan laughed and watched the joy of Brunshild, and he murmured secretly in his heart.

Did I think too much?

At the same time, Brun Hilder, who walked into the tent, did not fall asleep directly. Instead, he took out a black crow feather from the magic array map, bit his fingertips, and dripped the blood up.

As the crow feathers absorbed the blood, after a burst of flesh and blood, it turned into a dark black crow:

"Brun Hilder, what is the progress of your things?"

The old voice came from the mouth of the Raven, exuding intangible majesty.

Brenhild kneeled on one knee and said carefully:

"Father God, I, I am doing it ..."

The crow looked up and down with a glance at Brun Hilder, and the displeased humming:

"Doing it? So why are you still a virgin now?"

"Father God, emotional things should not be reluctant, I ..."

"Shut up!"

The crow interrupted Brene Hilder's justification, the cold voice,

"He is related to the future of Assa and the fate of the Nine Realms. He must not let him stir with those uneasy rebels. He is a person with a heavy emotion, and only this can be tied to him! No matter what the way, even if you climb, you have to climb my bed as soon as possible to let him lean for you. After this trip, bring him back to Asgard! "

"Yes, Father ..."

Brun Hilder pursed the lip of the cherry blossoms and nodded in response, just like a line puppet.

"What I want is not answering, but action!"

The crow snorted coldly, looked at the night outside the tent, and directly ordered,

"Just tonight, don't let me down, Brun Hilder. Everything for Assa, this is a necessary sacrifice."

After speaking, without waiting for Brun Hilder's answer, the crow lost its activity and resurrected into a crow feather.

The female martial arts looked at the strong night outside the door, biting silver tooth, and walked out of the tent.