"Impossible." Odin snorted coldly, "Fayara is the most iconic treasure in all of Asgard. Its tail feathers cannot be given away easily."

At this moment, Sig immediately found the opportunity to interrupt the conversation: "Your Majesty, you are joking. Everyone knows that Asgard's greatest hero is Odin, and the most important treasure must be your Gungnir."

Odin didn't respond to Sig's words at all - if he accepted such a compliment, how could he bargain later?

The God King directly retorted, "Fayala only has one tail feather now. I can't let the golden rooster appear in the Golden Palace with a bare tail."

Need more money!

Emiya and his group looked at each other.

Odin would most likely not agree directly, but would pay back the money - this was already within their expectations.

Fayala only has one tail feather all year round, and every time a tail feather grows out, it will be plucked off by Odin and given away not long after.

If you try to force Odin to pluck off his only tail feather... regardless of whether there will be any additional consequences, Odin will definitely not be very happy.

But they have a unique advantage, which Odin may not know yet.

"...Then, Your Majesty Odin." Emilia hesitated, "How long will it take until Fayala's next tail feathers grow?"

"Five hundred years," Odin replied.

"This is too long!" Emilia frowned.

Odin laughed. "If you really need it urgently, then that won't work. Lord Emia of Lunya, you have your strengths."

"...For example?" Emiya tapped the table lightly with her knuckles.

"I'm very interested in the secrets of the Wild Spirit's power," Odin said. "How was the armor on Thor made?"

Only this one doesn't work.

Emiya sighed softly.

The idea of ​​extracting elemental amber came from Abel, a world hidden in another phase. Even at this point in time, even Abel did not know how to make elemental amber.

To leak such far-reaching knowledge to a bygone pantheon... Mystril would kill without hesitation.

"I'm sorry," Emya replied mercilessly. "You can only discuss this matter with my Lord Mystrel. Needless to say, I believe this knowledge is as valuable as your runes, even more valuable than a single tail feather."

"That's a difficult situation." Odin's expression remained unchanged. "Or, could you stay in Asgard for a few more decades?"

What a ridiculous mouthful! Emiya said angrily, "Your Majesty, although I am still young, I am not helpless in the material world. I cannot live here forever!"

"That's going to be difficult." Odin straightened the raven's tail feathers. "Unless you can wait five hundred years... If you're willing to wait five hundred years, you can come and get the tail feathers directly after five hundred years."

This was, of course, an embarrassment and an excuse—I'd never heard of a magical experiment lasting five hundred years.

"Oh." Emilia's expression remained unchanged, and then she said firmly:

"Deal. Five hundred years from now, Miss Mystril, the goddess of magic, will come to you to retrieve the tail feathers of Fayala."

"Since you don't agree..." Odin continued speaking almost reflexively, but soon his body froze, and shock and disbelief appeared on his bird-like face. "...What did you just say?"

Sig waved the raven's claw enthusiastically. "We said, it's a deal. It's a promise, and we must keep it. Once a word is spoken, it cannot be taken back! Praise the God King Odin!"

"Wait a minute! How could you agree to this? How could you agree to this?!"

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"How much longer?"

Outside Asgard, in front of countless colorful pools, the solemn and murderous Wild Hunts have begun to get eager to try.

If it were in the past, they would not have such a high interest in the promotion battle.

But now it’s different. Several gods have gathered together, and countless gods will witness their heroic deeds.

At the same time, Ivar, the former Wild Hunt who was demoted not long ago, once boasted that he would return from the Ascension War soon.

Ivar is somewhat famous among the Wild Hunt - there are very few Heroic Spirits like him who can be promoted to the Wild Hunt in just a few years.

Many Wild Hunt commanders have made up their minds to give a perfect performance in this highest-level upgrade battle.

At this moment, the colorful pool in front of a Wild Hunt team rippled slightly, and a group of figures suddenly emerged.

They were four elves dressed in luxurious attire.

They got straight to the point and told the Wild Hunt, "You need help."

The forest here is quiet (I)

"Your Majesty Odin, why have you suddenly fallen silent?"

The Elf King, who was still drinking and chatting happily with the Lord of Asgard, shook the glass in his hand and joked, "As if you are the one who is about to lose two games in a row."

Odin wordlessly glanced in the direction of Emya and the others, letting the ravens quietly dissipate. He said calmly, "If they really win the third game, I will definitely have a drink with you."

The material losses are still within an acceptable range...

The mental damage is severe.

He was tricked again by that kid by taking advantage of the information gap - he had originally planned to take advantage of the opportunity to teach this craftsman a lesson.

Craftsmen of this level are hard to come by, so who wouldn’t want to take the opportunity to place more commissions?

However, the price asked by this craftsman is enough to make the gods tremble with fear. Is it that the craftsman owes Asgard a favor or Asgard owes the craftsman a favor... the difference is too huge.

After Frey gave away his sword to marry his wife, he still uses ordinary iron and has never taken a fancy to a new weapon.

There are also many gods who have never possessed weapons of the level of Frey's Sword of Victory from the beginning.

"Don't worry." Corellon was indeed very relaxed, and seemed to not care about the outcome of the third game at all. "I can tell you in advance - I am one of the victims. Misriel told me before that if she gave me three consecutive defeats, she would pry a secret from me.

"At first I thought she was deliberately giving in so that I could accept her favor... I never thought that the once pure goddess of the magic web would also learn to be bad!"

At this point, Corellon realized the strange premise of this conversation and asked curiously, "The third match hasn't even begun yet... Do you think the Heroic Spirit has a chance of winning?"

"...Hehe." Odin closed his eyes and lowered his brows.

He knew exactly what traps Emya and his group had set up over the past few days. It would have been fine if Tyr was still around, but now the Wild Hunt's commander-in-chief was being chased like a madman...

He seemed to hear a creaking sound.

That was the sound of the rope around the Wild Hunt's neck being slowly tightened.

…Why on earth could they wait five hundred years before collecting the reward?

At this moment, Odin shook his head and changed the subject. "I must say, the craftsmen of Arvandor are truly worthy of their reputation. Before the bet began, I thought the feast would be sufficient. Now I have to prepare a special return gift... Where did those craftsmen go?"

"...Uh." Corellon's face stiffened slightly. "They lost the first two matches they carefully prepared for, and made no progress in the third... They thought they had given their all, but had failed to live up to the gods' favor. They were too embarrassed to linger at the banquet, so they repeatedly asked me to leave. I've allowed them to leave. I think they're on their way to Arvandor now, right?"

The believers abandoned the God-King and left the feast, but Corellon didn't care about this unwarranted disrespect... However, they went back, and he didn't leave. They wouldn't cause trouble again, would they?

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"Disagree? Why don't you agree?!" The golden elf's voice was extremely sharp because it was mixed with too much anger.

The Wild Hunt had already formed a diamond formation. Aside from the occasional snort from their warhorses, the pool was completely silent, with only the roars of the golden elves as the sound.

"We are warriors of Odin and Tyr, and we are only under the command of our Lord. We have no right to negotiate with other forces without authorization, and we have no right to accept help from third parties without authorization." The voice of the Wild Hunt commander in front of the elves was flat and calm.

"This isn't an unauthorized negotiation!" Ye Mai still wanted to argue. "As early as a month ago, we had already completed the discussion with Lord Tyr. We will provide assistance to God King Odin, Tyr, and the Wild Hunt... This is part of the assistance."

"Messengers of Arvandor." The Wild Hunt commander's voice was as dull as ever. "Aid? We don't need aid. Especially aid that arrives on the eve of war."

"The most terrifying thing in war isn't weakness, but chaos. I can't allow an outsider to intervene and disrupt our battle plans just hours before full-scale war breaks out," the Wild Hunt said calmly. "On a real battlefield, five hours before the battle begins, we'd already be staring at each other from afar, searching for flaws in each other's formations. If you want to offer assistance, it should have been at least five days in advance!"

"If you wish to offer assistance, you should contact our commander, the god of justice, Tyr, directly. Until Lord Tyr arrives, we will only follow the orders of His Majesty Odin. If His Majesty Odin does not issue any orders, then everything remains the same."

The Wild Hunt's answer, though blunt, was nonetheless plausible and well-founded—but whether one appreciated it or not depended on the listener's status.

"...Hmph!" The patience that the golden elf had finally built up after being scolded by Corellon was already shaky after suffering two miserable defeats in a row.

Now, they are on the verge of rage again.

The local petitioners are so rude!

The golden elves looked at each other, suppressed their anger, and left without saying a word.

However, this is just the beginning.

They had no prior knowledge of the Wild Hunt's situation. Furthermore, unlike the Heroic Spirits, the Wild Hunt rarely stayed in the Garden of Yorth. Those who encountered unexpected situations might not even be able to return to Asgard in time.

Therefore, the Golden Elves really had no connection with the Wild Hunt before.

This wouldn't have been a problem, but after two consecutive losses, they started to get restless.

We can't possibly be crushed three times in a row by a red-haired monkey that hasn't even grown a full head of hair, right?!

"...Find another team!" Xinglu gritted his teeth. "Is every Wild Hunt commander so cold and hard?!"

Then, the Wild Hunt really just refused to listen.

"We are waiting for Lord Tyr's order and cannot leave. Please go back." This is the most polite answer.

"If you continue to stay nearby, we will be forced to drive you away." Many people were ready to draw their swords against the four of them.

And the more common one: "Who the hell are you?"

"...What should we do?" After being rejected several times in a row, they had to reconsider.

After a long silence, dissatisfaction turned into anger, and the flames burned through the boundaries.

Rainbow said, "The Ascension War hasn't started yet. We can still intervene in the Ascension War without being punished."

Her companions looked at each other and asked, "But they don't accept it?"

Rainbow snorted. "We always thought we were here to provide assistance. This is our fault. They don't want to? Then help them make them willing!"

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"The time has come."

A few hours passed quickly.

The Wild Hunt commanders had already set their sights on the prize pool.

The group of elves whose nostrils were higher than their heads were just an incident, and the Wild Hunt didn't take it seriously at all.

The battle for promotion is about to begin.

——Why hasn't their commander arrived yet?!

As the commander of the Wild Hunt, Tyr plays an irreplaceable role in the War of Ascension - he is the communication center of the Wild Hunt army.

Normally, a Wild Hunt team would have no more than a hundred people, but now there are more than 50,000 aerial heavy cavalry gathered here.

They knew each other, but were not given any means of communication between teams.

Normally, this is Tyr's responsibility—the god of justice uses divine authority to bring the entire team together.

The closest the Wild Hunt came to failure was when Loki, the god of mischief, used all sorts of half-true and half-false news to mess up the command of the Wild Hunt and lead one Wild Hunt after another into the crowd.

However, Tyr was able to break up Loki's plot in time, reorganize the team, and prevent Loki from succeeding.

——Where is Lord Tyr now? The war is about to begin!

Why has there been no message from His Majesty Odin?

Click.

The golden rooster Fayala rubbed and scratched lightly on the golden palace, shaking its beautiful fine feathers.

Then, a loud and clear cry with the warmth of the sun instantly resounded from Asgard throughout Yggdrasil.

——Only the Wild Hunt looked at each other in confusion.

The battle for advancement has begun.

But Tyr still didn't come back!

The Wild Hunt hadn't received any orders, and their commanders were still hesitant. Tens of thousands of Wild Hunt swayed gently with the leaves of Yggdrasil, but no one took any action.

Ten minutes, half an hour.

Finally, a full hour passed and no one left the pool to tell them what had happened.

"...Could it be that the Heroic Spirit is playing some tricks?" Finally, a Wild Hunter couldn't help but whisper to his companion next to him.

Immediately, he was met with the commander's angry glare and immediately became as quiet as a chicken.

Disrupting the military's morale is a death sentence—the Wild Hunt won't actually die, of course... but will be expelled from the Wild Hunt and kicked back into the ranks of the Heroic Spirits.

The Wild Hunt are a group of proud warriors, and Tyr has given them a lot of autonomy.

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