Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Atreus watched Ohm draw a bright golden cross in the air with his fingers. The scars imprinted on the space rapidly expanded, revealing the misty and chaotic void within.

The black-gold double-headed eagle stepped into it, and the radiant cross scars healed quickly, leaving only a golden and brilliant "?" in place.

"He's gone..." the young god murmured.

"You can actually travel through the nine realms without using the World Tree." Mimir looked worried. "It seems that Mr. Messiah is more powerful than we thought, and what he is planning is definitely not limited to curing his son... "

"Well."

Kratos agreed in a low voice. He watched Freya take off the longbow from her back and said, "Thor's temple has been destroyed by the Winter of Finbul. How should we get to Vanaheim?"

"You ask me, this prisoner?" Freya smiled sarcastically, "I thought you were smart for once, but I didn't expect you to be so stupid."

"You've helped me a lot," Kratos growled.

Freya said without hesitation: "I regret my original choice every moment!"

"Two!"

Mimir loudly interrupted the quarrel between the old God of War and the King of Valkyrie: "For the sake of Ragnarok, can't we temporarily put aside the grudges of the past?"

"Why are you so embarrassed to mention those days to me?" Freya's lips trembled, and her pale cheeks flushed, "If you hadn't coaxed me, how could I have committed myself to that villain Odin? He defiled and ruined it, and even the right to hold weapons was deprived of him!"

The wise giant was speechless. Kratos took two steps forward and looked at Odin's ex-wife: "This matter is not only related to your revenge on Odin, Freya. The fate of Atreus is related to everything. There is a deep entanglement in Shenhui, if we don't intervene...he will die."

Freya's body trembled slightly, and she turned to look at Atreus. This young god had grown a lot taller than three years ago, and his future tallness and handsomeness could already be seen between his brows and eyes.

This reminded her of Badr, her most beloved son... He was the same way back then, looking at her with eyes full of expectancy, begging her to take back that blessing that could be called a curse.

Kratos studied Freya's expression. He took a small step forward and said in a deep voice: "I know you hate me, but the child is innocent."

This time, Freya avoided the eyes of the old God of War. She lowered her head and counted the arrows in the quiver on her waist. After a long time, she said: "Just think of it for the sake of the child..."

Kratos nodded: "Just think of it for the sake of the children."

"Have you stopped arguing?" Atreus had not yet reached the age to learn to read the air. He couldn't wait to ask, "Then how should we get to Vanaheim now?"

"Let me think about it, let me think about it..." Mimir's topaz eyes turned rapidly in his eyes, "Now the Temple of Thor cannot be used, the Winter of Finbul has consumed all magic-related creations, and at the same time - "

"Not all!"

A rude voice interrupted Mimir's thoughts, and he saw a short humanoid creature walking out from behind the huge stone bricks.He has thick limbs and a flat forehead. He wears a craftsman's uniform decorated with countless exquisite and gorgeous metal patterns. His protruding chin shows the stubborn character generally possessed by his race.

Dwarven craftsman, Brok.He is an old friend of Kratos's wife and helped the old God of War and Atreus a lot when they fulfilled Laufey's last wish.His skin turned completely blue due to prolonged contact with raw silver with his bare palms.

"What do you have to say, you cunning little bastard?" Mimir looked very annoyed when he was interrupted.

"Just a little taller than you, you spineless slug." Bullock retorted, "Humans' magic is as soft as a fart, the magic of the Warner and Asa clan are all frivolous, and the magic of us dwarves ——”

He knocked hard on the stone next to him and said boastfully: "Just like this stone! No matter how long this damn winter lasts, it will stick to the world like phlegm sticking to the throat!"

With that said, Bullock took out a sparkling blue stone from his arms, threw it to Kratos, and said, "Take it, this is the key stone. It can help you find the way to other worlds."

"Brock, where have you and your brother been during this time?"

Kratos looked at the gems in his hands, while Atreus pestered Bullock and asked: "I looked everywhere - Thor Temple, the Lake of the Nine Realms, our woods - you are nowhere to be found! "

"Ha! This damn winter makes my knees hurt so much, so we moved!" Brock looked up at Atreus's face, "Good boy, you seem to be under a spell that lengthens your limbs. He’s so old and tall! Let’s not talk about it, this damn place is freezing as hell. When you have a chance, I’ll take you to my place to sit.”

The dwarf craftsman hid behind the stone where he appeared, and Atreus quickly chased after him, but Brok's figure had disappeared.

This is the special magic of the dwarves. Born from the rotten roots of the World Tree, they have the means to directly travel through the nine realms.It's just that this kind of magic is on the verge of being lost among dwarves, and can only be used by a few dwarves who have studied ancient books and history.

"So how should I use this thing?" Freya, who had been watching coldly, looked at the keystone in Kratos' hand and asked proactively.

No one is more eager to return to her former homeland than she, the God Warner, who has been living in a foreign land for many years.

"I probably know."

Kratos said, walking to the edge of the stone square, where there was a pile of rotten wood-like things.As the keystones approached, they trembled and floated into the air, joining together to form a wooden door that exuded a quiet light.

The old God of War pushed gently, and the wooden door turned into a curtain of light, and the boundless starlight suddenly appeared behind the door, as well as the pale branches that were winding and winding like a road to the sky.

The branches of the World Tree - Yggdrasil.

"Okay." Mimir hummed distrustfully. He and the two dwarf craftsman brothers had never dealt with each other. "It seems that this is our only choice. Then, please go first, distinguished lady."

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Underworld, Helheim.

With the coming of Finbul Winter, a large number of dead souls have filled every corner of this world. Their spirits have become increasingly distorted as time goes by. Cold and hunger make them start to hunt those who have just died and are still alive. Yu Wen’s soul.

Ohm walked on the bluestone-strewn land of Helheim, and the black feather cloak draped over his shoulders matched the dead atmosphere of the place.

He was surrounded by cowering and eager undead, attracted by the golden light radiating from the Emperor's eyes, but afraid to make any contact with it.

In the distance stands the eagle of the underworld - Herasvelgr.Its claws trample the earth, its head rubs the sky, and its eyes monitor every undead that wants to escape Helheim - this is its priestly duty.

It noticed Ohm, a living being who broke into the underworld, and immediately flapped its wings in anger. An extremely cold storm instantly swept through Helheim. It wanted to kill this living being and turn him into Helheim. People of Helm!

Wherever the strong winds hit, mountains were flattened, the flatlands cracked into deep valleys, and the valleys were eroded into new mountains.

Ohm felt the breeze blowing against his face, and glanced at the Eagle of the Underworld from an unknown distance of many kilometers.

+ noisy. +

Psychic rotation and divine machine evolution!

Every syllable fell like a meteor, and Herasvelgel let out a horrified scream. Just as it wanted to flap its wings and escape, it was pulled by the metal bones in its body and collapsed to the ground!

Every drop of blood in the Eagle of the Underworld is turned into sparkling oil, every blood vessel is turned into a gelatinous pipe, the internal organs are replaced by roaring engines, and the flesh is replaced by metal muscle fibers!

Hrasvelgr hung his head and died, and the Eagle of Destruction raised its head from the rebirth. The oriole array in the metal eye socket was as scarlet as blood. Under its wings were dense forest-like light spear barrels and missile channels. The machine The soul sings a hymn inside its skull: "Praise be to the God of all opportunities!"

Ohm nodded slightly, and just as he was about to continue moving forward, he was blocked by a girl in a black dress.

Half of her face was as beautiful as a fairy, and the other half was as decayed as a corpse. Her eyes, which contained both life and death at the same time, stared straight at Ohm and asked: "Who are you? Why do you come to Hel?" Heim?"