Equipment Printing School Mage

At this moment, the usually serious Tyr finally lost his temper and slammed the table hard. "In the end, you returned in disgrace, leaving behind all the Sleipnir-blooded warhorses, a full set of weapons and equipment, and the Falcon's Eye necklace given to you by the god Odin!"

"...No." Ivar knelt before Tyr, his face flushed with shame, but he still stammered, "We were killed by Igilok. The outsiders who traveled with us may have killed him. So Igilok can at least not continue to cause trouble..."

Now let’s recall the cause of death…

Strictly speaking, they seemed to have died from a stroke caused by magic.

Because they were too excited to see the naked female elves, the whole team was wiped out...

This will make them the laughing stock of Asgard for the rest of their lives! They won't understand the high magic of the elves!

Tyr suddenly stood up, and the sound of footsteps came closer and closer.

The God of Justice and Law shook his head. "You have your reasons, and I have my principles. The biggest difference between the Wild Hunt and the Heroic Spirits lies in their strict discipline. I know what you are hiding, and I know why—but I must warn you. Concealment during a mission is not permitted under any pretext, and lies and deception are even more forbidden in reports."

"If you insist on your own opinion, you, the last group of Wild Hunt returning to Valhalla, will be disqualified from the Wild Hunt, and from now on you can only return to the ranks of the Wild Hunt by winning the Ascension Battle - can you accept this result?"

Ivar raised his head sharply and shouted, "We are willing to take responsibility and will not let our battle-brothers be punished for our foolish mistakes!"

The Wild Hunt who had died in the early stages and missed the final battle were dissatisfied with this outcome and could not help but clamor, "If defeat means punishment, then there's no reason for us to be an exception! Please punish us together!"

Tyr glared at Ivar and then scolded him, "I have made up my mind. If you feel guilty, then work hard to hone your skills and don't make the same mistake again. Ivar and his group deserve it and have no intention of repenting..."

At this moment, a beautiful silver-armored Valkyrie walked in quickly from the side. She was considered tall for a woman, but she looked like a baby in front of the several-meter-tall god. "God of Justice, a group of outsiders have intruded into Asgard."

"?" Tyr frowned slightly.

Is it necessary to report such a small matter to him?

Then, the Valkyrie continued, "However, their goal is clear. They are heading straight for Valhalla. They claim to be Ivar's friends from the material plane and have brought their prey—and, they are led by a noble Seraph."

Tyr was silent for a moment, then frowned, becoming even angrier. "Ivar! You guys clearly had strong reinforcements, yet you still ended up being wiped out!"

The God of Justice thought for a moment before snorting coldly, "...Unfortunately, your friends' achievements have nothing to do with you, and you weren't punished solely for your hunting failure. How can you face your newfound comrades and steal their credit? — You may meet them now, but the punishment remains the same!"

At this moment, Tyr thought for a moment and frowned: "You are lucky. The promotion battle will be in a month - you can take a gamble and maybe you can win."

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"So Tyr is the direct commander of the Wild Hunt?" Emilia asked in surprise.

The Valkyrie leading the way replied nonchalantly, "There are countless matters in the Nine Realms, and it's impossible for our Lord Odin to personally attend to everything. Even the Wild Hunt is just one of Tyr's responsibilities."

Meanwhile, Sig quietly tugged at the hem of Emya's clothes. "Isn't Tyr the leader of the Three Pillars of Justice? How did he become a subordinate of this God-King Odin? Are they just namesakes?"

Many of Faerûn's gods didn't originally walk the earth; some came to Faerûn from outside. Tyr's earliest appearance in Faerûn was probably after the age of Netheril. As for Tyr's origins... Emya hesitated.

In the mythology of the Earth, the entanglement between Tyr and Odin is very complicated. From the evolution of mythology, it is said that Tyr was once the god of war and even the main god of the Nordic countries, and Odin eventually took his place.

[It is very likely that he was once a subordinate of Odin. He only migrated from Asgard to Mount Celestial.]

【So not every god lives in a place close to his or her own nature?】

[Of course, I'll take my own supervisor as the standard. Didn't my teacher also live in the Chaos Sea in the beginning?]

After being forced to give a lecture to Sig, who had almost no knowledge of mythology and history, the Valkyrie led them to a magnificent hall.

Or rather, before the court.

The Valkyrie said respectfully, "Now, the God of Justice is within. Please come in."

She hesitated for a moment and said, "...Judging from the time, Ivar and the others should be here right now."

"Thank you for the guidance." Metatron bowed slightly - in the kingdom of God, the specifications of many buildings are often astonishingly large, and even though she is much taller than ordinary people, she does not need to bow her head.

Just as the Valkyrie who led the way said, Ivar and his party and Tyr were in the court - this place was very similar to the court of later generations, but there were no audience seats. Instead, there were a large number of exquisite murals describing the past achievements of the Wild Hunt.

This is not a place to receive guests - but Emilia has no complaints about that.

What they were going to do could not be discussed in public.

They didn't even know where Odin's Golden Palace was now! They even relied on Ivar's scandal to escape from the predicament of killing people along the way.

When the Valkyrie pushed open the door, Tyr had already walked down from his seat and was standing on the same ground with the Wild Hunt.

However, even so, knowing that the person opposite them was Tyr, Emilia and his group almost failed to recognize him.

Tyr's most prominent feature in Faerun is that he had his eyes gouged out by AoA during the Year of Troubles, and he only has one arm.

It is said that even after losing his eyes, Tyr's judgment of good and evil, right and wrong, is still never wrong.

Now, the sharp eyes of the tall, strong, middle-aged man with blond hair and a golden beard were cast towards him——

Is he really Tyr?!

The presence or absence of eyes has a huge impact on the face, so Emiya and his group have to identify it again.

However, Metatron didn't think about it that way at all. She leaned forward slightly and said, "God of Justice, I am Metatron, the servant of Mystril, the goddess of the magic web in the Kingdom of the Sky. Behind me are adventurers from Toril. They have worked with Ivar before."

She stepped back slightly, and Emilia finally stepped forward and retrieved the Falcon's Eye necklace that Ivar and the others had dropped. "Sir Ivar, we have fulfilled our mission and successfully helped our Wild Hunt friends capture the evil spirit named Igilok. Although the battlefield was chaotic and we were unable to bring all of your items, we still brought this most important necklace."

——In fact, Metatron secretly took it. Emilia and her group had no chance to take the necklace.

However, even from Metatron's perspective, they were already in a situation where both of them would suffer losses together. Therefore, it was meaningless to divide the credit at this time.

Fayala's tail feathers are made of earth-shattering material. The person who came up with this request is definitely a lunatic.

In the eyes of Emiya and his group, Metatron was originally one of the most core members of the team - but the Seraph had not realized it yet.

"Ah, a seraph servant of another god, and a young mortal who can make Lord Odin's Wild Hunt praise him endlessly." Tyr looked at Ivar deeply, "Ivar, you are really lucky... But I'm sorry, everyone, the process must be followed. I must confirm your battle results.

"Where is Iggy Rock now?"

"It's in the dimensional cave." Emiya replied.

Metatron and Elastri exerted a little force and moved out the shrunken Igilok statue. Emiya snapped her fingers, and the brain of the mind flayer turned back into its original behemoth of several stories high.

Tyr cast a questioning look at the Wild Hunt, and Ivar naturally stepped forward and answered, "Yes. Lord God of Justice, we were previously drawn into the elven battlefield. The dark elves enslaved a tribe of illithids. After we killed Igilok once, he escaped into the body of this illithid mastermind."

"...Even with the psychic power of the Illithid mainbrain, it's actually unable to resist this monster called Igilok." Tyr hesitated for a moment, then raised his eyes. "You have come from afar, what are your plans? We deserve some reward, but I'm alone, and perhaps it's not enough to satisfy you. Would you like to explore here for a few days?"

Metatron's eyes narrowed slightly. "...Those heroic spirits wouldn't break into our residence in the middle of the night, would they?"

"No, at least Valhalla is a safe zone that I personally guard." Tyr shook his head. "No one wants to have a flying axe suddenly hit their head while drinking in the mead hall."

Guarding it personally, rather than Odin making a mandatory requirement.

Emilia took this to heart and said, "I wonder if Ijilok has any special meaning to Joseph Garden? I was surprised by its strength when we first fought it."

"In its original world, it really wasn't that special." Tyr shook his head. "But if we had known earlier that he had the power to take over the main brain, then one team wouldn't be enough... We have to thank you all for saving Asgard from being humiliated. As for it, my Lord Odin would probably..."

At this point, Tyr's eyes flashed and he smiled.

How could a Wild Hunt team deserve the help of even the most venerable Seraphs? Not to mention the powerful yet overly young Amiya and her group, who also had a promising future. As casual friends, they were a bit too enthusiastic.

He nodded. "I think our Lord Odin would be interested in this evil spirit."

Thirty-one gods visit

The battle of promotion.

This is a big deal in Asgard.

It is far from affecting the lives of the gods, but it is one of the most important activities in Asgard.

For its holding, almost all the mortal residents of Asgard will participate in it. The originally noisy Asgard will be rarely quiet for a few days. Those very few heroes who are really determined to ascend to the Wild Hunt will begin to look for partners and strive to achieve outstanding results in the battle of ascension.

The Ascension War was a losing battle. Only the God of Mischief Loki made great efforts to make Asgard in a mess. However, Loki's plan only made Tyr almost lose all his hair.

Most of the Heroic Spirits were indeed free-spirited creatures, and it was extremely difficult to find enemies for the Wild Hunt, whose skill had increased a hundredfold.

At this time, Asgard used a rather insidious method - ignoring the plummeting quality of the Wild Hunt, it distributed tasks as usual according to the usual level. However, these newly promoted former heroes were indeed far inferior to their predecessors.

In the end, it didn't take even a few years for the Wild Hunt's staff to plummet back to its original level due to a series of mission failures.

Despite having an absolute numerical advantage, the heroic spirits are repeatedly defeated, and the reason behind this is the overwhelming gap in quality.

Therefore, even in a certain upgrade battle, Tyr and Thor exchanged command, with Tyr commanding the Heroic Elves and Thor commanding the Wild Hunt - the Heroic Elves were still defeated.

However, while the ultimate outcome of the Ascension War remained constant, the process was always ever-changing. The Heroic Spirits might be unwilling to patiently arrange their troops, but they were not without a competitive spirit, and thus the process of the Ascension War was never the same.

Therefore, this war is still quite eye-catching - even Odin will take time to pay attention to the progress of the Ascension War.

As long as a Heroic Spirit performs well in the promotion battle, even if they lose, they can still be promoted to a Wild Hunt. Similarly, if a Wild Hunt performs too poorly, they will be demoted back to a Heroic Spirit.

The battle started with the first cry of Fayala and lasted until the next cry, from dawn to late at night.

However, there is still a month before the war begins, and the honorable Lord of the Golden Palace and Asgard, the God of Wisdom and War, the One-Eyed Prophet will not start paying attention to this war at this point in time.

Now, to a true God, the actions of another god are more important.

The dome of the Golden Palace towered like a canopy, its bronze and dark gold veins winding across it like veins. Each carving silently told the epic story of the gods' wars. A bonfire burned eternally in the palace's center, its smoke curling into the shape of runes, drifting toward Odin's throne—a massive chair carved from a single block of obsidian.

The white-haired God King Odin was sitting upright on the chair, meditating with his eyes closed, and placing the divine spear Gungnir beside the throne.

On both sides of the throne stood tall, lifelike statues, one of which depicted a berserker spirit holding a giant axe, with his chest bare and covered in bear skin.

Opposite this statue is the Wild Hunt, riding a six-hoofed divine horse, holding a divine sword, fully armed, with his face hidden behind a helmet.

At that moment, a Valkyrie appeared at the gate of the Golden Palace. Her voice was not loud, but it reached Odin's ears clearly: "My Lord, there is a guest. It is our neighbor in the Garden of Joseph, the goddess of Selune."

"Selûne, the moon goddess of Toril, is visiting?" Odin looked at the Valkyrie in astonishment. "Did she say why she came?"

The Valkyrie replied respectfully, "No, it seems to be just a routine visit."

The kingdom of the goddess Selûne is also in the Garden of Joseph, adjacent to Asgard.

Selune is certainly a goddess who makes people feel like spring breeze. Unless you are a vicious person, it is almost impossible to make enemies with her.

The problem is, the goddess who has the best relationship with Selûne, who is both her sister and daughter, is...

Especially since the Asgardian gods were quite skilled in magic, they avoided her in particular.

Odin was silent for a moment, then immediately opened his eyes and used his divine power to send a message in multiple directions: "Heimdall! Be on your guard immediately... What's with the resolute defense of the Rainbow Bridge? I told you to be extra careful! She's coming again!"

"Freya, close the doors and windows tightly, and don't cast any magic casually in the near future... Why? Because Selûne suddenly arrived, do you understand?!"

"Hello? Three goddesses? Please prepare yourselves... I'm not asking you to predict! If you predict, you'll play into their hands! What happened? That magic thief is here again!!!"

Mystrel.

This name is terrifying among the gods.

The so-called magic thief is naturally inaccurate and even slanderous - Mystril would not really steal other people's secrets or steal treasures.

The problem is that she often only needs to observe the casting closely, and then the secret technique you have painstakingly studied for years will become hers.

Things that have been stolen can be taken back, but can the knowledge learned by others be forgotten?

Others might, but Mithriel, the incarnation of the magic network, would never forget.

The results that you have obtained after years of seclusion, countless efforts and even sacrifices, can be learned by others with just a few glances - this kind of damage to the soul is even greater than the material loss.

If Misriel had not repeatedly promised that she would never tell anyone about it, and had not kept her promise, she would have been infamous by now.

Now, she is a person that everyone in Asgard avoids - everyone knows the purpose of her coming here, but she really does nothing except watching and playing, and she does answer every question and is never reluctant to share what she has learned with others.

At this moment, Freya, the goddess of love, fertility, and magic, who also ruled over the dead, sent a message back to Odin: "Don't bother, I have discovered a fact."

"Oh?" Odin asked subconsciously.

"My guard against Mystril is limited, but her love for magic is genuine and endless. No matter how hard we try, she will slowly drain wisdom from us." Freya sighed on the other side of Asgard. "I am tired."

"So, I've already taught her everything I know. She shouldn't bother me anymore." Freya paused and added meaningfully, "At the same time, I encourage her to put it into practice."

"…You mean to encourage her to prophesy?"

"Prophecy?" Freya almost laughed out loud. "That little girl is Toril's goddess of time! What's the point of her using a prophecy spell?! I'm encouraging her to find a male companion!"

The Goddess of Love said with confidence, "I've already predicted this—Mystril's feminine appearance is more of a disguise... She actually lacks female instincts. However, I've seen that when she truly finds a lover, her lawless character will be restrained. Moreover, she and her lover have only met in a few days!"

"So, she'll fall in love quickly?" Odin lowered his head slightly, trying to imagine the scene. He couldn't help but shudder, "...I can't imagine it at all."

"At least the prophecy is clear," Freya sighed. "How long can it take for two people about to fall in love to meet for the first time and fall in love? I just hope she quickly falls in love like a mortal and stops hanging around my door."

At this moment, two more Valkyries walked out of Odin's palace and brought two new pieces of news.

"My Lord, Avandor has sent a messenger, and two Seraphim servants have come in person."

"My Lord, Mystril's Seraphim have taken up residence in Valhalla."

"..." Odin couldn't help but sigh, "Could it be that I misunderstood? Are the gods of magic going to hold a party?"

No matter what, having the Seraphim God's servant personally deliver the letter is the highest level of etiquette - it represents the God's extreme importance, almost second only to a personal visit.

"Have they told us the Lord God's purpose for coming here?"