Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 46: Behead someone for a treat and accept him as a dog!

The smile will not disappear, it will only transfer from one god to another.

When the Aesir and the Giants saw Odin and his companions returning triumphantly from Vanaheim, there was a roar of cheers!
"Hahaha! What Vanir? They're just a bunch of rats!"

"All the actions of those fools were within your Majesty's expectations."

"I really want to see what kind of expression that Niold has now!"

Countless mockery and ridicule turned into thousands of invisible sharp arrows, fiercely piercing the chests of the captive Vanir goddesses. The unscrupulous gazes of the Aesir gods and giants made them feel a chill from their tailbone to their skulls, freezing even their souls.

When they lowered their heads, they could see the heads of the Vanir gods hung on Odin and his men's waists.

This is an icy hell of fear and despair!

The Warner goddesses tried to curl up their bodies, their beauty and proud figures now became their worst advantages.

Among all the Vanir goddesses, only Freya stood straight and proudly at the forefront of the Vanir goddesses.

Even though her lips were trembling, she opened her arms and tried to protect her two sisters.

Without even looking at Freya, Towns walked over enthusiastically and gave Odin an intimate bear hug.

"Brother, I am not the 'stupid brother' you mentioned this time, am I?" Odin said deliberately.

"If you refuse to leave and insist on fighting with Niolde, causing losses to the assault troops, then you are still that stupid brother." Towns smiled: "But this time... well done!"

The praise from the eldest brother of the King of Gods made Odin feel as if he had eaten honey in his heart, it was so sweet that even his soul felt light.

Just as Odin was about to enthusiastically introduce this harvest, a sudden thunder not far from the ruins attracted the attention of the gods.

Odin suggested, "Oh? Thor's problem hasn't been solved yet? Should we go check it out?"

On the other side of the battlefield, Thor fought a little impatiently.

Unlike Odin who could not do anything to Njord, as another old rival of the two major gods, Thor actually always had the advantage over Frey.

As I said before: the Vanir gods have strong magic and many tricks; the Aesir gods are physically strong and can fight bulls in hand-to-hand combat.

As a bait force, Frey initially used magic and his [Sword of Victory] to drag the powerful Thor in a mobile fighting style.

Frey will not retreat unless Njord gives the signal to retreat on the main battlefield.

The plan was successful at first, but unfortunately, as the Vanir gods under Frey were killed one by one by Vidar and the bow god Yul, he ended up in a pitiful situation where he was beaten by Thor.

The worst thing was that even if several powerful Aesir gods did not participate in the siege of him, just the fact that they stood by and watched him covetously would have reduced Frey's strength.

This was even after Vidal announced in advance that "we follow the rules, it's one-on-one, and no one is allowed to cheat."

Frey, who was not as strong as Thor, had a harder time fighting and soon lost his first life.

Frey was stopped by Vidal when he tried to escape.

I thought this was bad enough.

Who knew that the situation would take a sudden turn for the worse, and Njord was suddenly defeated. This was a terrible pitfall for Frey, and now he couldn't even run away!
Soon, when a group of Aesir gods who put Frey under great pressure arrived at this final battlefield, Frey was completely desperate.

"Ahhh!" The [Sword of Victory], which was emitting a strong divine light, kept hitting Thor's hammer at an extremely fast speed, knocking out a series of sparks.

Although Thor seemed to be suppressed, as the eldest son of the God King, Thor's equipment was extremely gorgeous. The silver scale armor he wore was a divine weapon made by dwarf craftsmen. If Frey was not holding a first-class sword, this armor alone would have allowed Thor to remain unscathed.

Loki grinned and said, "Thor, you can't handle it anymore? Do you want me to take your place?" "Shut up! Loki! I've already killed one of his men. Just stay there and watch me kill him completely!" Thor at this stage is still the standard 'God of Hammers'. Thor, who relies too much on his giant bloodline, possesses unparalleled strength and endurance.

When it comes to the bladder game, Thor is really not afraid of anyone.

"Hahaha!" The Aesir gods burst into friendly laughter.

After a fight, everyone knows that Warner God is the king of endurance.

Every one of those present who has the ability to kill God Warner is a strong man.

Frey became more and more desperate as the fight went on, and soon he lost his second life because of a mistake.

Frey still did not give up and continued to fight with Thor with gritted teeth.

His spirit and vigor made the Aesir gods look at him with higher regard.

Even so, everyone knows that the outcome is set.

At this moment, a pleasant but resolute female voice sounded: "Your Majesty, I beg you to let Frey go."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Freya, the most beautiful goddess of the Vanir, stepped out. Under the gaze of the Aesir gods, she took firm steps and came to Towns and bowed gracefully.

"Why should I let this kid go?" Towns lowered his eyes and looked at Freya calmly.

It must be admitted that as the most beautiful goddess in the entire epic Edda, Freya has her own reasons to be proud of.

If Frigga's beauty is noble and elegant, Freya's beauty is pure sexiness.

She has a seductive cone-shaped face, charming almond eyes, long wavy fiery red hair, fair skin, delicate makeup, a large weapon that defies gravity, and a waist that is so slender that one can barely hold it. She can be said to be the embodiment of desire in the entire Norse mythology.

Not to mention Odin who captured her personally, even the Aesir gods around her frequently saluted her with their eyes.

Facing Downs's question, Freya was not afraid at all. She said seriously: "Your Majesty can have me."

Downs was unmoved: "You are already the property of the Aesir."

Freya said firmly: "What I said is that Your Majesty can have my heart, a complete me! As long as you let Frey go, I am even willing to fight for the Aesir in future battles and kill every Vanir god I see."

Before Towns could answer, Frey couldn't hold it anymore.

"No! Sister! Don't bend the knee to that Demon King for me!"

"Shut up!" Thor, who was furious, launched a series of hammer blows, hitting Frey so hard that he couldn't continue speaking.

In fact, many of the Asgardians at the scene had even more dirty thoughts, and they didn't even have any psychological burden.

After all, the Aesir have been playing the game of kidnapping brides since Paul's generation.

Be it a female giant or a goddess, if you get her back and deal with her properly, won't you just live your life well?

Even Odin sneered.

Only Tang Si had a different idea. He looked around and said loudly: "I am quite optimistic that this kid will join our Aesir tribe in the future."

In one sentence, the whole place was in an uproar.

That’s right, what Towns wants to play is - treat, behead, and accept as a dog!
(End of this chapter)