Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 129 [Dusk] Prologue
At this moment, Skul did something that Odin did not expect. It suddenly bit the cold heads of its father and brother into pieces.

That's hate!
Unforgettable hatred!

Not only against Towns, but also against Odin.

Only then did Odin realize that Skorr's mouth was difficult to close, and the sword he used to torture Skorr actually grew larger as Skorr grew in size.

Now, if Skul moves his upper and lower jaws, he will be stabbed in the mouth by the sword, which is very painful.

The anger in the giant wolf's bestial eyes chilled Odin to the bone.

Odin was not going to give up. He shouted, "It was Downs who forced me to do this! He is the mastermind and the culprit! I am at most an accomplice. If you kill me here, you will never be able to take revenge. If you promise me that you will help me kill Downs, I will help you rush to Asgard. As for what you want to do after destroying Asgard, it's up to you then!"

Skull took a sudden step forward, and his heavy footsteps caused a large mountain nearby to collapse with a rumbling sound.

Odin did not retreat. Sleipnir, the four-legged Pegasus under his crotch, even took a domineering step forward to confront his theoretical nephew.

The giant wolf seemed to have really figured it out, and it let out a series of low growls.

Odin felt that he must have reached an agreement with Skul: "Very good, I will contact other demons. I don't know if the doomsday prophecy, the so-called [Ragnarok], is true. If not, then we hope it comes true. If it is true, then let's make the [Ragnarok] as big as possible!"

Odin didn't know whether Downs's twilight prophecy was true.

Even when Odin knew that he was one of the gods who deserved to suffer, he didn't care so much.

The crisis of ruining his reputation drove him to do more crazy things.

After Odin escaped from Skul unscathed, he was extremely excited: "Big brother's unparalleled divine power comes from the [Sword of the Nine Realms], and he rules over the Nine Realms, and the power of the sword comes from the Nine Realms. Only by plunging the Nine Realms into chaos can I narrow the huge gap between Big brother and me. There is still a lot for me to do!"

Odin didn't know that Downs sensed it the moment he successfully convinced Skul.

The divine light on the Sword of Niflheim was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye. This meant that he had temporarily lost control of the world of Niflheim.

"Huh? My stupid brother, you're pretty efficient."

Three days later, an unexpected news reached Asgard - the dark elves rebelled.

This news made Frey very angry: "Those black maggots! How dare they kill my subjects?!"

Today, not many people remember that the light elves were also transformed from maggots. They just instinctively call the dark elves, who have dark skin and look ugly, maggots.

Frey brought his followers and servants, led the army and marched towards his territory, Alfheim, vowing to kill all the dark elves.

This was obviously not a battle of symmetrical strength. The problem was that the dark elves also had wings. When they recklessly broke up into small groups to fight guerrilla warfare and constantly harassed the light elves, Asgard's rule over Alfheim was cast into a shadow.

Towns clearly felt that the power of his [Sword of Alfheim] had dropped by 30%.

"Foolish brother! Your second chess piece is a bit smelly, but it's okay." Downs didn't know whether the dark elf leader Malekith would appear in the epic [Edda]. Even if he did, it would not affect the overall situation.

The rebellion of the Dark Elves undoubtedly cast a shadow on Asgard's rule over the Nine Realms.

Many gods have suggested exterminating all dark elf traitors, or even wiping out the entire dark elf race.

Downs did not agree. He planned to let the arrow named 'Odin' fly for a while longer.

Three days later, something happened in Svartalheim, where the dwarves and gnomes lived.

The one causing trouble this time was a terrifying evil dragon Fafnir that appeared out of nowhere! This huge black dragon appeared in the central cave of Svartalheim without any warning, flapping its exaggerated wings with a wingspan of more than 200 meters and hovering over the workshop of the great craftsman Ivandi.

Its scarlet eyes were like a pair of terrifying blood balls filled with blood. With a fierce feeling of revenge against all things in the world, it stared at this underground city built by dwarves and gnomes with cruel eyes.

Then, it let out a hideous laugh and began its show of destruction.

The terrifying flames from the huge wings immediately formed fire tornadoes of various sizes. These blazing high-temperature turbulences easily plunged the dwarf city into a sea of ​​destruction...

When the news came, the Aesir could no longer sit still.

"What happened this year? So many unusual events?" Tyr muttered.

Thor was the most impatient. He stood up from his throne and said, "Father God! I request to bring a small team of gods to defeat this damned beast!"

"Okay, you decide who to choose." Sitting on the throne of the God King, Towns approved Thor's proposal indifferently.

Towns knew that he had to do something, otherwise it would be too fake and could not be hidden from the gods, let alone the world.

As the guardian of world order, he needs to suppress all chaos.

In this way, Thor left the Golden Palace with Yur, the god of the bow, and Vidar, the god of the forest.

It turned out that Thor underestimated the evil dragon Fafnir.

It is true that Thor can fly, but flying is Fafnir's instinct.

Moreover, the terrain of Svartalheim is very special, and the settlements of dwarves and gnomes are not on the surface, but underground. This makes it difficult for Thor to gather the thunderclouds he wants.

Without the help of the atmospheric clouds, Thor's flying speed even dropped sharply, which put him at a disadvantage in the chase with the dragon.

Three days later, there was a snowstorm!

The terrifying cold current that rolled out from Jotunheim swept across the two human-inhabited worlds of Vanaheim and Midgard.

It's June now!
Frost in June is definitely a bad omen!
The sudden cold wave destroyed the grain and aquatic products of the two worlds.

Large numbers of crops froze to death in the fields, and the oceans suffered an abnormal drop in temperature, causing the collective death of a large number of warm-blooded fish.

Large-scale sea ice disasters have prevented ships from passing, fishermen from going out to sea to fish, and ports from being frozen.

This made the kings of the mortal world very anxious.

They asked the priests of the Temple of Asa to pray, hoping that the disaster would be overcome as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, this time, Downs quickly issued an oracle through the messenger Hermod: [This is the Fimbul Winter! It is the precursor of the strongest invasion of the Chaos forces to this world. Mortals act according to the previous arrangements. ]

It was not until then that the kings suddenly realized that over the years, His Majesty the God-King had banned the brewing of wine and forced mortals to squeeze out the surplus food and grind it into flour and store it.

Well now, the disaster has really come.

At this time, the priests who received the oracle hurriedly opened some warehouses.

When ordinary people see the mountains of flour bags, they immediately feel relieved.

(End of this chapter)