The Death Knell

They wore garlands and antlers on their heads and thin gauze, with blue-light silk threads running through their fingertips, and butterflies flying around them.

It is not known where these threads come from, nor where they go, but their job seems to be to straighten out these complicated knots.

A girl, a young woman, an old woman.

And in the small pond in front of them, there was a small gold boat floating.

The Viking sailboat looks like a model, but when the wind blows, it seems to hit the water lilies.

What will be the result?

Was the sailboat capsized? Or are the water lilies fading?

no one knows.

The youngest girl looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old. She roughly pulled away the tangled ball of thread in her hand and said:

"As early as in ancient times, before fate unfolded and our threads were woven, the gods were born from nothingness, changing the desolate old appearance of the universe. They rampaged around arrogantly and built countless worlds."

The young woman gently arranged the ball of thread in her hands. She patiently untied the knots one by one and said:

"The gods proliferated and killed each other. Trolls, elves, demons and giants fought endlessly, and the Aesir and the Vanir were also at war. At the same time, the humans in the atrium learned to walk upright, grind stones into axes, and learn to Thinking about oneself and all things, humans, like gods, can love, hate, fight, dream, and strategize.”

The old woman lowered her head, slowly combined several silk threads into one, let it hang down into the pond in front of her, and watched it slowly float towards the boat:

"All living things create history, and we weave our destiny. Pay attention to this thin thread and see where it goes. It connects brothers and fathers and sons, connecting goddesses and men..."

But this silk thread was not obedient. It swerved in the water like a water snake.

............................

Time passed and the night passed. Su Ming and Gin still stayed in Brunhilde's hut, and the three of them were grilling meat on the fire in the fireplace.

Although he originally planned to let Gin return to Earth first, Gin herself was reluctant. She also wanted to see what happened to Asgard, which made the Goddess feel threatened.

It is human nature to be worried about her hometown, and Su Ming will not force her.

It is estimated that she will not come back after leaving this time, so let her see more.

There are still many people left in the city, but they are all women, old people, children or disabled warriors, none of whom have much fighting power.

Of course, there are also a few Valkyries who stay in the Hall of Valor, and Heimdall who controls the Bifrost.

At dawn today, the army went out for battle, but so far there has been no news of their return. It seems that there is no battle there yet.

The initial goal of Su Ming's plan has been achieved, and the next step is to see what monsters and monsters he can attract.

"Try this."

Gin took out some Wilson Enterprises snacks from his pocket, most of which were spicy strips and a few small packets of crispy noodles.

"What's this?"

"It's food to pass the time when you're bored. It's delicious. Asgard doesn't produce chili peppers."

She shared her snack with Brünnhilde, and the two Valkyries ate spicy sticks along with the barbecue.

"It feels a little strange. Why is my heart beating so fast? And my body is so hot."

After eating a few packets, Brünnhilde gasped and gasped.

"That's what chili is like, but once you get used to it, it's hard to eat without it." Gin tore open another bag, as if she planned to use up all the stock here.

But while the two were eating, Su Ming seemed to vaguely hear the rumbling of thunder.

The sound was far away, but it couldn't escape his hearing.

"cavalry?"

The troops here all move by airship. When they arrive at the battlefield, they jump off the ship to fight in formation, and then get on the ship when they need to move quickly.

Sounds like a Viking.

Get off the ship to fight and then loot the village, get on the ship and run away before the enemy army arrives.

Back then, Britain suffered enough because of its long coastline, because the God of War apparently taught the Vikings the tactics of the Asirs.

The same goes for Asgard now. They pay more attention to ships, that is, spaceships. On the contrary, they have very advanced technology, but their land transportation is still horses.

Asgard has only one cavalry, the Valkyrie, the flying cavalry. The number was originally small, and now there are even fewer of them.

The sound of horse hooves at this moment must not be Asgardian, but an intruder.

"Stop, ladies, listen."

Su Ming stood up, walked closer to the window, and tilted his ears to identify the direction of the sound. The smile on his face also disappeared and returned to indifference.

The room became quiet, and only the sound of wood burning in the fireplace could be heard. At this time, the low thunder was approaching, becoming more and more clear.

This is the sound of thousands of troops charging.

The direction was not from the Rainbow Bridge, but from the other side of Asgard.

Heimdall seemed to have recalled some of his troops, and these guards quickly went to the battlefield, using the laser devices in the city that looked like ballistas to fight the enemy.

Soon various sounds of the firefight reached the ears of several people, which made Su Ming even more certain.

But usually the first ones to take action are fools. Su Ming didn't think the cavalry could break through the Immortal Palace, let alone Odin's palace. The towering Golden Palace was very well defended.

"I have to go take a look." Brynhildr climbed up from the hide unsteadily.

It's just that she seemed to have drank too much and kept talking all night.

Gin's drinking capacity was better, and she could still help the old captain up at this time, but she had no armor or weapons, let alone a Pegasus.

At least half of a cavalry's ability lies on horseback. Throughout the ages, European knights have been worse off than peasants. Geralt is not the only one who cannot beat a pitchfork.

As Valkyries, the two of them without Pegasus, the strength they can now display should be one level worse than Sif, and only a little stronger than ordinary Asgard warriors.

Asgard can be regarded as the capital of Asgard, and Asgard is an entire continent suspended in the universe.

There is a vast land outside of Asgard, which is usually the fiefdom of Odin or Thor's cronies, such as Heimdall, Sif, the Three Warriors, etc. They all have their own small territories.

On the one hand they are lords, on the other hand they work in the capital and serve the king. This is the form of the feudal court.

But at this time, the cavalry didn't know what to do. They bypassed all the peripheral defenses without knowing it and came directly to the city.

"Let's go, I'll go take a look with you."

"One of you is an outsider and the other is a prisoner. You can't go out like this." Brünnhilde shook her head, her thinking was still clear.

"Simple." Su Ming patted his chest: "Strangulation."

Black tentacles emerged from his chest. He first took out the icon armor from the package and put it on for him, then applied it on himself and twisted it, turning it into a fairy palace-style armor.

Su Ming's face was also covered in flesh-colored tissue, gradually forming the appearance of the famous actor Anthony.

The magic floating cloak instantly changed color, returning to its favorite bright red, fluttering behind the armor's shoulders.

The God Killer turned into a spear again and was held in Su Ming's hand.

"I am the Lord of Immortal Palace, why do I need the consent of others to release the prisoners?"

Brünnhilde: "..."

To be honest, she was a little confused whether this was Odin or not. Could it be that this was a deeper strategy?

But Gin knows that the boss is the boss. Although the imitation looks very similar,...

"Boss, Beard."

she reminded.

Su Ming touched his chin. By the way, Odin's beard had forgotten to change. The deepest impression of the Odin actor in his mind was that of Dr. Hannibal.

Under the influence of the host, Strangler always thinks about liver stewed with green beans, tongue stewed in red wine, etc., and he becomes that person without paying attention...

With the help of Gin, Su Ming modified some details, and a completely realistic version of Odin appeared in the room.

He raised his cloak and strode towards the door, while Gin pulled Brünnhilde and quickly followed.

With the help of the Leading Party, Su Ming can be said to be 90% similar to Odin himself in terms of momentum and behavior. Even if Frigga encounters him, he is confident that he will get through.

But he can't go to the battlefield like this because there is still one detail in Odin's battle.

To ride a horse, Odin's horse has eight legs, which cannot be imitated by strangulation. You can't get off the horse. There is still a line connecting the man and the horse, right?

Therefore, Su Ming had to borrow a horse to ride on first, so as not to have to worry about anything.

............

Odin's stable is very luxurious, even the food trough is made of pure gold. The eight-legged horse Leipnis lives in this palace, and the living conditions are even much better than ordinary Asgardians.

He had plenty of good wine and meat, and he also found a large group of beautiful mares to be his wives.

Legend has it that Odin will give the descendants of Sleipnis and Pegasus to warriors in the world. After the warriors die, these horses will dig out the corpses from the corpse pile for the Valkyries to find.

However, as Odin got older, he rarely needed to fight, and this divine horse was idle almost every day.

Besides, who on earth needs horses now? A real warrior must at least have a car or a motorcycle, not to mention flying a plane, right?

A car cannot be born...

At this time, it was immersed in eating wild boar in the trough and drinking wine from the golden basin. It did not care about the seductive cries of the wives and concubines around it. Some mares came to rub against it, but they were pushed away by it with its hooves. Show a human expression of disgust.

It's like saying: 'Go away, you stinky money, go away, you females who are greedy for my wealth. ’

It wakes up from a big bed of 800 square meters every day, surrounded by all kinds of enjoyment items, and has no goal in life.

People think that it lives a happy life every day. After all, as a horse, this is simply the pinnacle of horse life.

But it is a war horse and should not stay in this magnificent palace. The days of dishonor are the war horse's shame. All it wants is war.

Just when it sighed humanely, it saw a familiar figure. The man pushed open the palace door with one hand. The pure gold door slammed into the wall, and then he strode towards it.