Equipment Printing School Mage

Corellon nodded. "I don't know where Emya got the power of the Wild Spirit. But the power of the Wild Spirit is too compatible with Thor. I'm afraid this battle..."

Almost at the same moment they asked the question, Thor and Tyr's first official battle came to an end.

The sudden appearance of the golden hammer and sword offset some of Thor's strength, and the elf's rapier took the opportunity to penetrate all the armor on Thor's right elbow, embedding deeply into the flesh. At this moment, the Thunder God's right forearm was no longer able to exert any strength.

Tyr's condition was even more tragic - the elf's armor had been completely shattered by the roar of thunder, and was now falling to the ground with a crackling sound in the afterglow of sparks. Tyr returned to the state of cloth armor again, and his body was covered with scorch marks.

This suit of armor withstood Thor's full-strength attack, and its performance is truly impressive.

When the rapier in his hand pierced Thor's arm, Thor did not dodge, but let the rapier pierce through his armor and extend into his elbow. Then, with a smile, the Thunder God shook his arm hard, forcibly breaking the rapier.

However, at least Tyr could still breathe and stand, his body was not shaking, and his limbs were intact.

Theoretically speaking, now that recovery is not allowed, Thor has lost his right hand and his combat power should be greatly reduced.

But Thiel is less optimistic.

The giant thunder serpent that severely injured Tyr was torn into pieces by Tyr's divine power, but it did not disappear in mid-air. Instead, after being shattered by the divine power, it suddenly condensed and gathered, and turned into the shining thunder hammer again, spinning beside Thor.

This is a flying weapon. Even though Thor's right arm is broken, it can still work normally.

Tyr was now unarmed and his armor was shattered.

The winner was decided. Tyr shook his head. While he wouldn't admit defeat, he wasn't willing to surrender either. "So, what about the old rules?"

In the past, the two of them never minded ending a battle with a hearty fight.

Tyr is much weaker now, and his chances of winning against Thor, who is almost in his prime, are almost zero.

Losing in a one-on-one fight would have been fine, but Tyr was preparing to command the Wild Hunt - he couldn't let Thor win two battles in a row.

However, at this moment, Thor's sturdy face showed a trace of embarrassment. He coughed and scratched his cheek with his left hand: "...Tyr, you still remember the rules between us."

The God of Thunder glanced at the sky.

There are now less than five hours until the next dawn.

"...What? Whoever dies first, the battle ends. You probably won this one." Tyr didn't react at first. Thor never used his brain on such things. "It's just one strike..."

Then, Tyr fell silent.

The God of Law and Justice would naturally be aware of the loopholes in the rules, but Thor had never played such tricks before.

Tyr looked at Thor with an extremely shocked expression and asked in disbelief, "You don't plan to fight me like this until the end of the Ascension War, do you?!"

Until one side is defeated, the other side is not allowed to heal itself! Then, if Thor wants, he can chase Tyr like a cat and mouse for a whole day and night—Tyr has no power to fight back, but he can't accept treatment! Not to mention commanding a battle while being hunted!

Tyr was silent for a moment, his expression becoming more complicated than ever before.

"Tyr!" Thor laughed loudly. "There's no surrender in this duel! Unless you kill yourself and blow yourself unconscious, neither of us can receive treatment!"

"This isn't a plan you could come up with." Tyr wiped his face. "...Who became your military advisor?"

“Haha, you can guess!”

Odin was now fully aware of the situation on the field. He could only cover his face and sigh. "In short, although the two gods of war in Asgard have been determined, it will probably take quite some time to determine the winner... The banquet in the Golden Palace will continue. You can watch the battle or return to the Golden Palace as you wish. However, the Ascension Battle will begin in five hours. Please do not interfere in the Ascension Battle. Any interference in the Ascension Battle must end before the Pharaoh cries."

Hell, even Tyr himself found it hard to put into words.

It's fine to let Thor defeat him, but to let a God of War be hunted by the God of Thunder and Lightning for five hours?!

Who came up with such a wicked battle plan?!

It wasn't a very clever move in itself, but Thor, who was always stupid and rough, suddenly made such a move! By the time Tyr realized the problem, it was too late!

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Misriel nudged Emya with her elbow, her expression calm, and said through the exclusive communication channel for voters: [Tyr can't help but complain about you in his heart.]

[How cruel!] Emiya said expressionlessly, [If it weren't for your spell materials, why would I be such a bad guy?]

"Nonsense! This is clearly your spell material." Mithril said righteously.

[Let's just leave it at that.] Emiya remained expressionless.

However, at this moment, Sig, who had been watching the four elven craftsmen, suddenly had his eyes light up. "Hey, hey, hey, look, those four elven craftsmen apologized and were about to leave! Why are they walking out? Not going back to the Golden Palace? Abandoning the Lord God? Are all Golden Elves so brave?!"

"...Or perhaps," Alestria replied, "they simply refuse to admit defeat."

"It's useless to do anything." Fenwë snorted. "It has come to this. I want to see if the Wild Hunt can break through the forest's blockade!"

Forty-three fools Odin!

Emiya's mind went blank.

Whether before or after, the second one is the most dangerous of the three.

Thor and Tyr are of similar strength, and the Church of the God of Justice was an example of being old-fashioned but deep-minded in previous lives.

This group of believers who uphold the illegality of evil laws will never have unrealistic trust in anyone.

If all people were angels, there would be no laws or governments in this world.

The same is naturally true for Tyr, the church's worshiper - Tyr's mind must be much more meticulous than Thor's.

In other words, Tyr has the tactical upper hand when facing Thor.

The most fatal point is the elf.

One-on-one duel, only make one set of equipment!

To exaggerate a little, the first and third games were Emia's home games, and the second game was the elves' home games.

Even though his enchantment abilities had improved dramatically with the help of Silver Fire, he still had no confidence in this battle.

Fortunately, it was all over, the outcome decided. The power gap between Thor and Tyr was too small, and if one side fell into a major disadvantage, there was no chance of a comeback.

Not to mention that Thor didn't plan to decide the winner immediately, so there was no chance of being caught.

He used air element amber to forge a set of equipment that best suited Thor's habits, and used an extremely rare giant piece of air amber as a base to forge a war hammer, which was almost a comprehensive upgrade of Thor's original equipment.

However, he had to face the elves, the most advanced magical civilization in Faerun's history!

So, when he saw Tyr's attire, his eyes almost went dark: that seemingly strange elven armor actually had a terrifyingly high gold content.

On Earth, armor offers strong protection against cold weapons. However, in this world, armor is no more than paper against all sorts of magical and elemental bombardments, serving only as a useless burden.

If you encounter a profession like Druid, you can even turn the armor into a grill.

The elves' armor can be said to have achieved the ultimate in protection: protection against weapon attacks, protection against elements, protection against magic, and even has the blessing of Corellon!

The armor Emya gave Thor was more focused on strengthening Thor's own strength, and its protective performance was completely incomparable to that of the elven armor. The elven rapier in Tyr's hand could penetrate the armor like piercing white paper.

If the two sides really get into a fight...Thor might lose, and even lose badly.

The seemingly light elven armor actually provides tighter protection. The solid steel armor covering Thor's entire body, which is shining with electric light, is actually almost purely auxiliary equipment, and its protective ability is not much stronger than the old armor.

The second game...a fight that looks fair, but is actually a game behind the scenes!

At this moment, Emiya and his party had simply returned to the Golden Palace - they had done everything they could.

They can only wait for the results.

Meanwhile, Mithrael and Tyche were celebrating together - these two goddesses were not cunning women.

While others were unaware of Emiya's group's plans for the third match, they were clearly aware. Although the battle between Thor and Tyr wasn't over yet, the outcome was already difficult to reverse.

The other gods also entered the party mode. Thor had made it clear that he would be entangled with Tyr for a while, and the process would obviously be long and a bit ugly, not so glorious.

Tyr may not care, but they can't just stay around.

Anyway, I've already seen the most spectacular artwork and the battles between gods...

A mortal war with such a huge disparity between the two sides was too boring for the gods, not worth waiting for hours outside the Golden Palace. In a sense, the banquet's entertainment was over.

However, before Emia and her group sat down for too long, a raven quietly landed in front of Emia.

Seeing the raven, Emiya was stunned for a moment.

With the help of Silverfire, he could see that the raven was connected to a thin thread of divine power.

They had just sat down when new guests arrived.

Emiya glanced quietly in the direction of the main seat.

Emya couldn't understand the battle between Tyr and Thor just now, but the gods of Asgard saw it clearly. With their martial style, they were discussing it heatedly at the moment.

Odin's divine power quietly attached itself to a raven, which landed in front of Emya and her group. He spoke directly into their minds, "Alright everyone, I think we should talk?"

What a scheming fellow. Emiya had guessed why Odin came.

The elves don't seem to provide much support to the Wild Hunt, but Emya is different.

It would be better to say that the support he provided to the Heroic Spirits was so overwhelming that even Tyr might have guessed it.

Odin is the supreme commander of these two armies and the god of wisdom. I'm afraid...

Emiya glanced at the three goddesses next to her, who didn't seem to be paying attention to this small corner.

Emilia decisively played dumb: "I don't know what you are talking about, who are you?"

"..." The raven sent by Odin pecked Emya's forehead fiercely, as fast as lightning. "I don't like others playing dumb in front of me."

Emiya was silent for a moment, then could only reply, "I'm sorry, Great God Odin, I'm not very knowledgeable. Although I had some guesses before, I dare not assume your identity."

Raven rolled his eyes speechlessly and said disdainfully, "You have a serious face, but your head is full of various plans."

Emilia didn't answer.

A wizard who does things without a plan is either a researcher in an ivory tower or a dead man.

"Okay, let's start from the beginning..." The raven adjusted its feathers with its beak, "First of all, I have to praise you... You played the second game very beautifully.

"Although the armor the elves gave Tyr may not seem very protective, it actually functions like a mobile fortress. The equipment you gave Thor is far inferior in terms of defensive power. If Thor had followed his usual habit and directly entered the chaos of battle..."

The raven shook his head: "I'm afraid Thor will suffer a great loss."

This was indeed the case - the armor made by Emiya was completely inadequate against the rapier, so much so that the rapier could easily pierce the god's elbow and the entire layer of armor!

"And you, using your game, have ensnared Tyr... Tyr has always planned before acting in battle, rarely taking the initiative to create opportunities. So even if Thor behaves out of character, Tyr wouldn't dare rush forward, fearing he'd fall into a trap.

"However, [not daring to fall into the trap] is itself part of the trap." One of the raven's eyes was bright, and the other was dim. "Tyr's caution ultimately put him in a passive position—"

"That armor is powerful enough. If the two gods were to fight, Thor's thunderbolt and hammer would not be able to destroy the elven armor immediately, but Tyr's rapier would be able to make Thor's protection disappear.

"Tyr realized that you must have devised a strategy for Thor, so he didn't dare to move forward rashly. This played right into your hands, and Thor ultimately seized the initiative.

Finally, Odin concluded: "I have to say, you did a great job. Even I have to applaud you."

Emiya coughed lightly. "It was just a lucky gamble. In fact, it was His Highness Thor's bravery and agility that ultimately determined the outcome."

"War is a gamble, relying on the most outdated intelligence to issue the most advanced orders. Everyone on the battlefield is just a survivor," Odin replied. "You should be proud—the question now is, the third battle."

Emiya and his group looked at each other.

Sure enough.

The second game was the one that Emia had the lowest chance of winning. Now that he had won the second game, Odin had to consider a problem - the bet he made casually at the beginning might have to be fulfilled.

This scheming God King wants to talk to Emilia before anything becomes irreversible - what do you want?

If when the time comes to fulfill the promise, Emia and his group suddenly make a huge demand and put forward a condition that Odin cannot agree to, it will be too embarrassing.

"You really have confidence in us," Emilia replied. "The second game isn't even over yet. Do you think we can win three games in a row?"

Faced with Emilia's continued ignorance, Raven rolled his eyes and said, "Emilia, I must remind you of one thing—the Heroic Spirits and the Wild Hunt are both my subordinates."

This sentence has two meanings:

First, he knows exactly what you did to the Heroic Spirits. At the same time, Odin believes that the Wild Hunt's chances of winning are no longer that great.

Second, even if Odin sacrificed his face, he could still throw away their third victory that was about to be achieved.

Emilia fell silent, then immediately said honestly, "We want Fayala's tail feathers."

"...Tsk." Now it was Odin's turn to be shocked.

Fayala's tail feathers were floating just at Odin's bottom line.

It's not a gift you can give away without blinking an eye.

But it is not the kind of treasure that is absolutely impossible to obtain.

This pain, which was neither too good nor too bad, was so well-controlled that the raven rubbed its claws on the table in annoyance. "Why do you want it?"

"Magic research." Emilia said honestly, "We only need one."