——If they eat the food of the gods... then they can't undo the giant growth spell until it's digested?

This nonsensical question made him want to relieve some of his tension.

They are the representatives of mortals, and opposite them are naturally the most outstanding mortals in Asgard.

Emya had already inquired about the Wild Hunt champion sitting across from him, whose name was Sigurd.

A heroic champion named Beowulf.

These overly familiar names made Emiya's heart almost jump out - the Midgard here couldn't really be Earth, right?

However, there is something even more despairing.

This is ten thousand years ago.

To be more precise, this place is about thirteen thousand years away from his contemporary Faerun.

If this era really corresponds to the Earth, it means a terrible reality - the time difference between him and his own era on Earth may be as long as ten thousand years.

According to the rules set by Mithriel, it means that he can't actually go back.

So, even though the atmosphere at the banquet was quite lively, he was in no mood to join in. He stuffed the food into his mouth almost mechanically, like stuffing food. He had completely forgotten all his plans before coming here.

[Emmya?] Alestria and Fenwë had already noticed something was wrong with him, and they held down his hands, one on each side, to prevent him from eating any more. [Are you crazy? How can you estimate your food intake based on the effects of your Giant Transformation spell?]

The effect of the giant transformation technique is not long-lasting. If he continues to eat it, it will not just be a problem of indigestion.

[…Sorry.] Emiya murmured.

He was in rare bad shape.

At this time, the banquet had reached the middle stage. After eating and drinking a little, the voices of the gods began to become clearer and more enthusiastic.

Odin, who had chatted with Corellon for a while, stood up with a smile on his face and said, "You may already know. His Majesty Corellon and the goddess Mystrel want to observe the upcoming Ascension War and add a small prize.

"However, the participants of the Ascension War could reach millions on both sides. They are guests after all, so they only brought a few subordinates with them. It would be too difficult for them to participate in the Ascension War. Therefore, His Majesty Corellon just made a suggestion, which I think makes sense.

Corellon smiled.

"This time, His Majesty Corellon brought four elects. Starforge and Lord Leafvein are renowned blacksmiths and sculptors in Arvandor, respectively, while Lightsong and Rainbow are jewelers and enchanters, respectively. Therefore, he proposed that we add two more projects after a month.

"First, let's compete in craftsmanship. Since there's still some time before the battle begins, please each side prepare a piece of crafts as a celebration of the start of the battle.

"Secondly, within Asgard, my son Thor and my friend Tyr are the two most powerful warriors in the God Realm. They often compete with each other, but the outcome remains undecided. Coincidentally, they are the leaders of both sides in the Ascension War. However, the scale of the war is so great that Thor is unable to command the Heroic Spirits. Therefore, in this Ascension War, let them compete against each other. They are not allowed to use their own weapons and equipment; they must use the weapons provided by the wizard Emya and his group and the elves."

At this point, Thor's eyes widened, and Tyr was speechless.

Thor is fully armed, and the hammer in his hand is the famous Mjolnir.

Tyr's weapons and equipment are much simpler, and can only be described as high-quality, but are much worse than Thor's.

In this case, the two basically win and lose against each other.

So, in this case, Tyr is slightly stronger than Thor.

From this point of view, this competition is overwhelmingly favorable to the elves.

And Odin's last words also confirmed this conjecture:

"Similarly, the third battle is the Ascension Battle, and the eight of you can help the Heroic Spirits and the Wild Hunt in your own way, and the gods cannot interfere."

It's just playing with Corellon.

Tyr shook his head.

Given Corellon's status, playing a game like this wasn't much of an insult. The god wasn't known for being stingy. When this playful god was in high spirits, everything was easy to talk about.

As expected, Selune wiped the corner of her mouth gently and said with a smile, "This competition is too difficult. Although these four have abandoned their names in life, they can become the chosen ones of Corellon. They are all the most outstanding craftsmen in the empire. This won't do. I have to ask for an extra prize for them, okay?"

Odin did not take it as an offense and replied with a smile: "Indeed. Let me think about it..."

He already had a plan in mind, and he rapped his knuckles on the table in a pretentious manner: "If our friend Emiya and his friends can defeat Avando three times in a row, I, as the referee, will grant them one of their requests."

A gleam flashed in Misriel's eyes, and she immediately said, "Is it a deal?"

Odin replied, "It's a deal!"

In fact, Odin didn't take it seriously at all.

He guessed that Corellon and Mithriel probably had other agreements behind this matter, but that was not his business.

As for the mortals winning three games in a row against the Elf Chosen?

Just kidding, Avandor's craftsmanship is quite famous in the multiverse, so this so-called request is just a way to make it sound better.

It's simply impossible!

Odin smiled and called out to the end of the long table, "Mr. Emia of Lunya, you seem to be the only craftsman in the team. What do you think?"

Emiya stood up silently and replied, "I will do my best."

Thirty-four respective craftsmen

What kind of place is Midgard?

This is the topic that Emilia is most concerned about at the moment.

This question should naturally be asked to the Heroic Spirits and the Wild Hunt.

Ilvar and his group of dozens of people had already been demoted to heroic spirits, and the procedure was completed the next day. Even though the god of justice Tyr was drunk last night, he had already arrived in Valhalla when the Fayara crowed the next day. He stripped Ilvar and his group of their Wild Hunt armor on time, deprived them of the right to ride the divine horse Grani, and drove them to the warehouse in Valhalla to collect ordinary equipment.

However, they met unexpected friends at the warehouse.

Emia of Lunya.

This was beyond their expectations - wasn't there still a month before the promotion battle?

They could hardly believe their eyes as they watched the young wizard (the term "mage" was still too academic for the rough men of Midgard) carefully picking and choosing in the huge warehouse of Valhalla, which was almost half the size of the city.

There's still a month until the Ascension War. Valhalla has ample reserves, so checking equipment can be done a few days in advance. In fact, the Heroic Spirits' job during this time is to connect with each other and ensure a consensus:

Even though we fought fiercely not long ago, and will continue to fight in the next few days...but at least don't chop my back when the upgrade battle comes.

Considering the vast area of ​​Asgard, the large number of heroes, and the difficulty in communication, this matter has actually been carried out in an orderly manner a long time ago.

This also led to a significant side effect: during this period, the Heroic Spirits would unknowingly engage in small-scale group battles. A stranger unfortunate enough to find themselves in Joseph's Garden a few days before the Ascension War might be brutally attacked by the Heroic Spirits, forced to rest there for the night, and only be resurrected by Fayala the following day before they could continue their journey—assuming they weren't killed in the process.

But this has nothing to do with Emya. Odin is a decent god and will not make any mistakes here.

Every Heroic Spirit has been informed that Emiya and her group will become the new backup for the Heroic Spirits.

Although the heroes are almost lawless and would not even blink an eye when arguing with their actual leader Thor, they would never dare to humiliate Odin.

It’s not that they don’t know what death means to outsiders, they just don’t care what outsiders think.

"Master Emia of Lunya, what are you doing?" Ivar asked with the politeness that took the people of Midgard decades to accumulate.

"Inspecting the materials." Emilia turned around and answered seriously, "His Majesty Odin has given me free control over the entire Valhalla warehouse. I have to know how much resources I can mobilize."

Although this game seemed extremely unfair on the surface, Odin had no intention of making things difficult for Emya and her group, and he was extremely generous in providing supplies - the warehouses in Valhalla were completely open to Emya, and he could use them at will as long as he didn't deliberately squander them.

After all, in Odin's opinion, a craftsman can use many things.

At most, they would pick out the most expensive materials to use - and even if all these materials were spent on ordinary days, they would not be able to buy the visit of a God King.

——However, Ivar and others had witnessed with their own eyes how Emilia transformed the inventory of Candlekeep into a series of fantastic weapons with just a wave of her hand.

Although those weapons were ultimately useless, they knew the power of Emiya's creations.

However, Emilia actually came here for another purpose that is not easy to tell outsiders.

The red-haired wizard said casually, "The war is about to begin. I have to ask... Ivar, how many years have you been in Asgard? How do the Midgardts fight? Is there a big gap between the different Heroic Spirits?"

Ivar became serious. Although their deaths were comical, they were Wild Hunts who had been trained in combat by Tyre, so they naturally knew the importance of this issue.

Emilia of Lunya is a man who understands war.

Ivar realized this instantly.

He answered seriously, "Actually, there have been significant changes, but I've only been dead for over a decade. Because I was the leader of a mercenary group, I was promoted to the Wild Hunt in less than a year. I don't think the tactics will change much. However, our continent is the main source of Heroic Spirits, and the customs of people in different regions are not exactly the same."

"The most typical Heroic Spirits are almost all..." Ivar hesitated for a moment before finally saying the word, "Barbarians. They don't care about weapons, armor, or even injuries. They primarily use axes, swords, spears, and shields. They almost always fight on foot, are very agile, and are incredibly skilled at throwing weapons."

He shrugged. "In every upgraded battle, the main source of casualties is when the Wild Hunt charges at full speed, suddenly there's a javelin in their eyes or on the back of their heads."

"Will they care about upgrading their equipment?" asked Emiya.

"If it fits," Ivar replied. "They don't like to fight shoulder to shoulder, with loose formations, so they place great emphasis on individual agility and bravery. Lord Tyr once tried to force the Heroic Spirits into formation when he was commanding them—the result was disastrous. Their discipline is truly poor."

"for example?"

"It was a serious case of unauthorized charging, and their formation was disorganized," Ivar replied. "They are accustomed to large-scale, deadly combat, and the spear formation requires the spacing between each person to be compressed to a minimum, preventing any enemy from getting close. At the same time, facing the charge of the Wild Hunt requires courage. The Heroic Spirits won't flee, but they will still feel fear... They will vent this pressure by actively charging. Therefore, the battle commanded by Lord Tyr was actually the Heroic Spirits' worst defeat in history.

"Sir Emya, as a former commander, I seriously advise you not to attempt to arrange your troops into battle formations. A month won't help them break that terrible habit. Even if His Majesty Odin himself were to come, he would only turn them from birds directly into stone. He wouldn't be able to turn them into qualified soldiers."

"Can you take command for me?"

"Unfortunately, no." Ivar, who seemed to be a truly outstanding commander, said seriously, "Based on my understanding of the Heroic Spirits, the best way to maximize their strength in a short period of time is to find a way to leverage their expertise in mobile combat. Large-scale field battles are their weakest point—the Heroic Spirits have the advantage in numbers. However, in the Ascension War, the Wild Hunt can freely choose the battlefield and have an overwhelming advantage in both quantity and quality on each small battlefield."

Ivar did not intend to attack Emilia, but he was not optimistic about Emilia's efforts.

Based on his understanding of the Heroic Spirits, he should have given up on the third match—there was no hope at all.

As if she had guessed what he was about to say, Emilia looked up and said, "Sir Ivar, you may think that the third match has the lowest chance of winning... but that's because you don't understand the elves. In fact, the chances of winning the first and second matches are even lower than the third—"

"Those elves have a lifespan of hundreds of years, but it takes them a hundred years to reach adulthood. Actually, their bodies don't mature that slowly; they simply waste a great deal of their time on various secondary occupations. Therefore, almost every elf in this tribe is an out-and-out artist." Emiya paused for a moment, then continued, "And I... spend a lot of time on art."

"About 0 hours."

He never learned any art! He knew nothing about playing any musical instrument, painting, or carving.

He knew nothing about painting and had no idea how to use pigments—but he could simply reproduce the scene he wanted to depict on canvas.

Sculpture? His sculptures might as well be described as casting in stone.

He is not an artist, but an art destroyer.

He had the idea of ​​fighting to the death, but he really didn't understand the aesthetic taste of those artists and was not sure of winning.

With a high probability, it will be either full marks or zero marks.

The second level is to help Thor defeat Tyr.

The two gods are of similar strength, but Tyr may be slightly stronger.

In this case, Thor will have to give up Mjolnir, and Tyr will receive the full support of the chosen elven craftsmen and even Corellon.

Emiya is confident in large-scale creation and making various novel items, but he is not sure that he can beat the elves in the competition of individual magic items. In this battle, he must ask for help from Mistrel.

——Therefore, the third battle is exactly where he has the greatest chance of success.

Even though he had only spoken to Ivar for a few words, he already had an idea.

Heroic spirits don't like group combat or tightly knit military formations—and they're definitely not good at it either.

Unfortunately, they didn't have many cavalry, let alone Grani, so their mobility was seriously insufficient.

In Tyr's view, under such unfavorable circumstances, establishing a military formation was the only possibility of victory.

However, in Emiya's opinion, this is better.

He guessed that in a close-range, one-on-one battle, the Heroic Spirits wouldn't be at a significant disadvantage—and the numerical advantage of the Heroic Spirits was more than ten times.

That being the case...

[Fenwei, I'll have to ask you to work hard for the next month.] Emiya said in the telepathic connection, [Can you help plant trees in the fields outside Valhalla? How many?]

The more the better.

[It would be perfect if the Wild Hunt could be so invisible in the sky.]

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Who is the most perfect craftsman in the world?

If you ask Emilia this question, he will most likely say it is Gond, the god of craftsmen.

If you ask Gunde, he might hesitate for a while and then say: Probably a mortal wizard.

If you ask the elves this question, they will say: "Corellon is the first craftsman, and we are the craftsmen second only to our Lord."

Corellon came here just to enjoy the scenery.

The Garden of Yosef was an entire plane, of which Asgard was only one realm. Corellon felt the thrill of an affair—time was tight, and he could be discovered at any moment.

Then you have to seize the time and enjoy it.

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