Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 465: The crooked goddess of death

Nordic world.

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

On the one hand, the Aesir have nothing to do with the Said witchcraft of the Vanir. Even if their individual martial virtues are abundant, they cannot deal with the nearly immortal Vanir warriors;

On the other hand, although the Warner Protoss has almost buggy life power, as outsiders, they have not been fully accepted by the Nordic world will. After years of busy work, the Vanir Protoss has only established the foundation of Said's witchcraft in a corner of Vanaheim. Once they leave this home court, the performance of Said's witchcraft will be severely weakened. The Warner Protoss also dare not easily penetrate into other countries, lest the Asa Protoss headed by Odin seize the opportunity and defeat them one by one.

Therefore, neither side could do anything about each other's weaknesses, and could only launch a protracted tug-of-war at the junction of Asgard and Vanaheim.

As the leaders of both sides, Frigga and Odin are struggling to hold on.

One of them is waiting for the opponent to reveal a flaw. The Asgardians cannot support the huge war consumption; the other is waiting for Asa's [Sword of Death] to complete the tempering, unsheath it and test the edge.

Time flies, and several years pass by.

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Atrium World, Heather Island.

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

She was a young girl about one and a half meters tall.

Her long, unkempt brown-black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, half-hiding her childish face, creating a somewhat mysterious and majestic look that was inconsistent with her age. Although the facial features on her small face were delicate, they were so pale that they were almost sickly complexion. , causing the overall temperament to be insulated from cuteness, and 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 inspecting his hunting ground.

The cold aura that invisibly emanated from the small body made the nearby snakes, insects, rats, and ants tremble, as if they had encountered a natural enemy, and the world around them seemed dead and silent.

When she saw the figure waiting early in the center of the square, the coldness on the little girl's body quickly faded away, and a heartfelt smile bloomed on her pale face:

"teacher!"

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

Hela, the eldest daughter of Odin and the future goddess of death.

At the same time, this is also a student he trained with his own hands.

Due to the protracted divine war between the Vanir Protoss and the Asa Protoss, Odin had no time to care about anything else, and naturally could not fulfill his responsibilities as a father.

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

Therefore, after the child was born, Odin was sent to the Middle World to be raised and taught by his blood alliance brother.

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

Due to his rich experience in raising children, his personality, and his full affinity, he completed these two tasks very well.

This can be seen from Hela's completely different attitude towards outsiders and towards him.

Feeling proud, Lorne smiled and asked:

"Ready?"

"Well, I will definitely win this time!"

Hela promised firmly, her tight little face full of seriousness.

When Lorne saw this, he burst into laughter.

Hela's talent is indeed astonishing, and her competitive personality has made her progress rapidly. But she was still young and far from being able to defeat the examiner.

"It's just an academic test. Just use your full strength. There's no need to put too much pressure on yourself."

Lorne waved back as he whispered relief.

Hela nodded noncommittally and looked at the figure walking from the mist, her eyes instantly becoming cold and sharp.

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

Feeling the hostile gaze, a joking smile appeared on Freya's face:

"We meet again, little Hela. You have to hold on longer this time. Don't lie down before I finish warming up."

"Humph, it's not certain who will lie down!"

Hela responded coldly, pulled out two daggers from the magic array, jumped onto the high platform, and challenged Freya fiercely.

However, the Valkyrie in the audience was not eager to accept the challenge. Instead, she looked at Lorne aside and said with a smile:

"Ask me to accompany your students to practice sparring. I won't do it unless I get good results."

"What jackpot do you want?"

Lorne rolled his eyes at Freya who raised the price on the spot, but did not directly respond to her request.

As a secret weapon created by Odin for the Asa Protoss, Hela will sooner or later go to the battlefield to fight against the Vanir Protoss.

As the Valkyrie of the Warner clan, Freya is undoubtedly the best partner.

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

Freya's eyes flashed, she smiled and said:

"If I win, you will cook tonight, we will have a meal together, and then go to the beach for a walk?"

"OK."

Lorne nodded and agreed to this request, which was not too much. He didn't notice that Hela's face had darkened.

This **** female cat! If you keep pestering the teacher all day long, you will be killed sooner or later!

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

I don’t know if it’s intentional or unintentional.

Whenever she wanted to be alone with the teacher, this woman would always step in and deliberately pretend to be close to the teacher in front of her, making her so angry that she wanted to tear the other person into pieces, and then Throw it into the smelly ditch.

And feeling the surging malice and increasingly rapid breathing from the other side, the smile on Freya's face became even brighter.

According to her understanding, she was a cold and arrogant little **** the outside, but very lacking in love on the inside.

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

Coupled with her perverse temperament and the warlike bloodline of the Asa clan, she also developed a strong sense of territoriality, and instinctively resisted outsiders from approaching her teacher, taking her place, and stealing her attention.

But the more Hela is like this, the more Freya wants to play in the minefield. Because she learned how to mess with people's mentality from some **** at the scene.

In that divine war back then, it was because of this that he suffered a complete defeat and ended up here.

Although she can't beat the older ones, she can't take the opportunity to bully the younger ones?

Little girl, you, the student, should pay back what your teacher owes me.

Freya sneered secretly in her heart, and before going on stage, she did not forget to cast a charming look at Lorne who was standing aside.

When Hela saw this, her face was livid with anger. 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 but shake her head and sneer.

Still too young...

But just as Warner's Valkyrie unhurriedly drew out the Sword of Victory, Hela's eyes flashed with evil intent, her body suddenly accelerated, and the two daggers radiating cold light struck at the opponent's wrist and chest respectively.

Regardless of the strength, timing, or angle, it was just right.

Will you be angry, but it will not affect your judgment?

It’s just that I learned the lesson after suffering a loss last time. It’s pretty quick...

While Freya marveled at Hela's fighting talent, she slid forward and avoided the sword edge that hit her chest by a hair's breadth.

At the same time, she flipped her wrist, and the sword of victory was unsheathed. The golden blade cut into the most vulnerable node of the black dagger in Hela's hand.

Thump thump thump!

Accompanied by a harsh sound of gold and iron, Hela's small body took three steps back before stopping her castration.

As for Freya, her body just swayed slightly:

"Can you do it, little Hela?"

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

Under the careful guidance of her teacher, she may not lose in terms of swordsmanship alone.

But the opponent has lived longer than her and has stronger divine power, so a head-on fight is obviously not good for her.

Then, attack at a fast pace!

Such an obvious intention could not be concealed from the experienced Valkyrie Freya. She responded with her sword in a leisurely manner, parrying the slashing dagger again and again.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Two figures, one large and one small, intertwined, and a louder sound of gold and iron echoed across the square, causing the surrounding fog to disperse and dead leaves to rustle.

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

Because she discovered that Hela's growth rate far exceeded her expectations. The trick that was used to crush her a few days ago no longer worked now.

And even if he changes his moves, Hela can quickly adapt, gradually find the flaws, and fight back.

For a while, the two sides were fighting back and forth.

Having successfully stabilized his position, Hela immediately sneered and sneered:

"Are you okay? Warner's?"

The exact same sentence pattern shows the strong revengeful psychology of a certain death goddess.

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

A small round shield with patterns engraved on it appeared in her other hand, and it cooperated with the sword of victory for offense and defense, complementing each other.

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

And as Freya showed her full form as a Valkyrie, Hela, who was still able to fight back and forth with her, was completely suppressed, retreated one after another, and was soon forced to the edge of the field.

Seeing that he was about to be kicked off the stage, Hela felt anxious. She took off her coat with one hand and threw it forward.

Along with the sound of tearing cloth, the coat turned into pieces of cloth flying in the sky under the stirring of the sword blade.

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

Hela was so distressed that she gritted her teeth, and took advantage of the opportunity gained by this to launch a counterattack against Freya.

The two daggers shrouded in black energy emitted a cold light, like poisonous dragons spitting messages, stabbing and slashing all the way, biting Freya's throat, eyes, waist, abdomen, knee bones and other vital parts. .

laugh!

The sword of victory in Freya's hand moved forward, intending to intercept Hela's offensive.

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

puff!

The golden sword blade cut through the flesh and penetrated the left shoulder, forming a ferocious penetrating wound, from which a stream of golden-red divine blood spurted out.

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

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

Seeing this, Hela reluctantly raised her swords again.

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

"Click~!"

With a crisp sound, the two black daggers in Hela's hands that had been knocked out with countless gaps in the fierce battle broke apart, and the golden sword of victory struck Hela's head unabated.

Seeing that the future goddess of death was about to be splashed with blood, a hand stretched out from the side tightly grasped the edge of the sword of victory.

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

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

"teacher…"

"It's okay."

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

(End of chapter)