Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 76 Descendants of Fenrir
The border of Midgard in the middle world [Iron Forest]!
The black forest with a lot of snow on the treetops looks like gently undulating waves in the strong wind, stretching from the left side of the field of vision to the end of the right side.

The deep and wild howls of wolves echoed in every corner of the forest. This was how the wolves conveyed the signal of killing.

The howling of wolves was getting closer, and the wind carried the roars, gnashing of teeth, and growls of these grinning chaotic beasts.

At the far end of the horizon, many black creatures the size of bulls can be seen shuttling between the hard ironwood.

From time to time, the leaders of medium and small wolf packs would stop and look at the huge humanoid creature in the distance with extremely hostile and brutal eyes.

Even though the leader wolf had keenly smelled the danger, what came out of its sharp, fang-filled mouth was still a roar urging the wolf pack to attack.

The wolf pack appeared in a huge crowd. In the bottom of the iron forest where the sun could hardly reach, dense and bloody red eyes appeared in the darkness. There were so many of them that they looked like the krill in the sea that could make people with intensive phobia suffer.

The major mortal kingdoms assembled an army of 200,000. They stood under different flags on the hill, craning their necks and watching the scene with anxious eyes.

If it were an ordinary battle, their morale would probably collapse before the fight even started.

Looking at the fully armed, 20-meter-tall giants at the foot of the hill, forming a sparse line of skirmishers blocking the human army, and then looking at the Aesir gods who were about five meters tall and radiated with a sacred glow, these mortal warriors regained their courage.

"Prepare for battle!" The leading Thor, the God of Thunder, raised Mjolnir high!
The long rumbling sound of thunder shook the entire Iron Forest, and countless birds in the forest behind the coalition forces were startled and flew away in all directions.

The war horn sounded, and the long, distant and deep sound shook the entire forest.

The Valkyries, riding on the descendants of divine horses that were more than two meters tall at the shoulder, led the armies of various countries and raised their spears high, shouting: "Order will prevail!"

The army responded with a roar: "Order will prevail!"

The wolves are approaching!
Closer!
The leading wolf king was more than ten meters tall at the shoulder. If it stood up, its size would definitely be much larger than a giant.

At this time, lightning strikes in the clouds came one after another, and thousands of lightning snakes fell from the sky, targeting the leader wolf below and the giant wolves that were most densely stationed.

The attack area of Thor's ultimate move was incredibly large, covering an area of hundreds of meters at a glance, including a cypress forest as large as several football fields.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The scene of exaggerated thunder and lightning crashing into the forest in one breath is both terrifying and magnificent.

The hard tree trunks that were difficult to cut with knives and axes were turned into powder by lightning. Countless branches and leaves, along with the giant wolf, were blown into flying fragments. Even in the upwind direction, the disgusting smell of barbecue could still be smelled.

In any case, this scene will definitely inspire the creation of those military bards.

It was majestic and magnificent for the Order Alliance, but a destructive and suffocating purgatory for the wolves trapped in it.

"Ouch!"

"Woooo..."

The intensive howling and wailing of the giant wolves could be heard far away, causing many of the black wolves that were still running to instinctively arch their backs and tuck their tails in, frightened.

Unfortunately, under the urging of the leader wolf's fierce roar, they still rushed towards the coalition forces.

They ran across the land, emerged from the woods, and ran headlong into a battle line of nearly a hundred giants. These giants were several stories tall when they stood up, and they were armed to the teeth.

The giant's feet were covered with iron plates more than 20 centimeters thick, and the hard crotch guards prevented possible physical attacks from below.

And those slender tree trunks reinforced with iron hoops were made into terrifying maces. As long as the giant lowered his body slightly, an exaggerated sweep with a radius of more than ten meters could knock away those bull-sized black wolves with one club.

When the giants blocked the largest Chaos Wolves, only some black wolves the size of calves were left that could rush to the front of the mortal battle line.

This is not over yet. Those beautiful light elves hovered in the air and unscrupulously poured rain of arrows towards the wolves.

These giant wolves, which are at the bottom of the wolf food chain, must first endure the baptism of arrow rain and crossbows, then rush up a 30-degree gentle slope, and finally face human shields and spears.

Only by breaking through the human shield formation can they have a chance to cause certain damage.

Unfortunately, most of them don't have the opportunity to do this.

The translucent heroic spirits that rushed out from the battle line harvested the lives of the giant wolves with their skilled fighting skills.

Their existence itself is like a banner rising slowly on a great battlefield. They cross the boundary of death and return to their compatriots who need them, destroying the common enemy of mortals.

In a sense, their appearance can inspire the courage of mortal warriors more than the arrival of high gods.

Because they tell the world with their existence - death is not the end, chaos is!

Less than a quarter of the giant wolves eventually reached the human front line.

Countless giant wolves were slaughtered on the hillside.

When the wolves slowed down, the human front opened up gaps, and the heavily armored dwarf warriors rushed out, brandishing heavy battle axes to fight the wolves. On both wings of the front, the more mobile dark elf sword dancers rushed out, these slender black-skinned humanoids turned into a black tide, in turn eroding the wings of the wolf pack.

This massive war lasted from early morning till noon and ended with the wolf pack being almost completely wiped out.

Won!
The cheers of the Allied soldiers rang out across the mountains and plains.

As per custom, the Valkyries began to select the souls of the brave warriors who died on the battlefield and take them back to Valhalla as heroic spirits.

Thor, covered in blood, did not show much joy on his face.

Victory!
What's the cost?
Fandral, the swordsman who had recently been awarded the title of [Asgard Warrior], came over and saw that Thor looked unhappy, so he couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness. Are you unhappy?"

"Happy, but not that happy." Thor answered bluntly: "Something is wrong. The last wolf disaster was far from this level, and according to the Father, [Ragnarok] will not be so easy."

Fandral frowned. "I also think the number of wolves is abnormal. We killed Fenrir early in the morning, but these damn descendants of Fenrir keep appearing, like weeds growing in the ground."

"Fenrir definitely has descendants living somewhere. If we don't deal with those remnants, the mortal army will eventually collapse." Thor gritted his teeth.

(End of this chapter)