Wu Gengji, I will become Zi Yu's apprentice at the beginning! ! !

Heimdall, the loyal guardian of the gods, stood there quietly, like an immortal monument. The armor he wore exuded an ancient and heavy atmosphere, and the spear in his hand shone coldly, and the tip of the spear seemed to be able to pierce the sky.

As the guardian of the Rainbow Bridge Bifrost, his eyes seem to contain the stars of the universe, and he can see through all the movements in the world. Even the tiniest dust falling and the flapping wings of the birds in the farthest sky cannot escape his extraordinary vision.

And his ears seemed to be able to capture the whispers of time and space. Whether it was the roar of monsters in the abyss of the earth or the breeze at the edge of the kingdom of the gods, they could all be clearly heard in his ears. Any enemy who attempted to invade the realm of the gods would run into an insurmountable wall of steel in front of him.

Hela, the goddess of death who ruled over Niflheim, the kingdom of the dead, seemed to be surrounded by a layer of cold mist, in which the screams of the dead could be heard faintly. She was wearing a black robe that dragged on the ground, and it seemed that countless painful and twisted faces were embroidered on the black robe, which were the struggles and despair of the dead on the other side of the Styx.

Her face was as pale as snow, and her eyes were like two endless black holes that could devour all vitality and hope. Just being swept by her gaze could make people feel as if they were in an ice cellar, feeling the bone-chilling chill from the kingdom of death.

Wend, the bow and arrow in his hand seemed to have life, trembling slightly, as if eager for the pleasure of hunting. The leather armor he wore was light and tough, exuding a wild breath.

As the god of bows and arrows and skiing, he is also the god of hunting and winter. When he draws his bow and draws his arrow, the whistling arrow seems to be able to travel through time and space and accurately hit the throat of his prey. And on the snowy winter days, he skis as if he can blend into the cold wind and gallops freely on the top of the snow-capped mountains. What he brings is not only the harvest of hunting, but also the coldness and majesty of winter.

Braji seemed to be surrounded by a lively aura of poetry and music. The robe he wore seemed to be woven from musical notes, making soft and pleasant sounds as he moved.

As the god of poetry and music, the son of Odin, the harp in his hand seems to have a soul. Just a gentle plucking can produce beautiful music. The notes seem to be able to travel through time and space, soothe pain, inspire courage, and make the gods intoxicated. He uses melody to write the romance and legend of the realm of God.

Vidar, another son of Odin, the god of silence, stood quietly beside him, like a deep valley. He was tall but reserved, wrapped in a black robe, as if hiding all his emotions.

Although he is taciturn, the calm strength he radiates cannot be ignored. At critical moments, he can always demonstrate his strength through actions and become a solid backing for the gods.

In the magnificent divine hall that looked like a dream palace, the light was like a tamed elf, shining through the colorful glazed tiles on the dome and gently falling on every inch of the ground, shrouding the entire space in a sacred and solemn atmosphere.

Heimdall stood tall like a pine tree, wearing armor that exuded an ancient and mysterious atmosphere. He held a spear that shone coldly and seemed to be able to pierce the sky. He strode to the throne of the God King Odin, knelt on one knee, and reported in a low but firm voice: "Your Majesty, according to the confidential information just sent by Hades, the God of the Underworld, the guardians of the mysterious and rich land of Middle-earth are really powerful and should not be underestimated. They are like tigers hiding in the dark, and they may show their fangs at any time and give us a fatal blow. Therefore, I think we must gather all our elite forces and fight with all our strength without reservation. Only in this way can we safely defeat them and successfully occupy the coveted Middle-earth world."

Odin sat high on the throne, like a towering mountain, overlooking everything in the world. He was dressed in a gorgeous golden robe, embroidered with runes that symbolized supreme authority and infinite wisdom, shining brightly under the light. His snow-like long hair fell freely, making his face look even more stern. His eyes were like the deep and endless night sky, and the twinkling stars in them seemed to be able to see through the fate of everything in the world.

At this moment, he raised his hand slightly, picked up the crystal cup with mysterious runes carved on it, and took a sip of the mellow and fragrant whiskey. The spicy and fragrant liquid slid down his throat. After a brief silence, he spoke slowly, "Well, in this case, you can make arrangements."

"Yes, Your Majesty the God King!" Heimdall accepted the order and spoke in a loud voice. He knelt on one knee again, bowed, and then stood up neatly.

He slightly turned sideways, facing the other gods in the hall, and swept his eyes over them one by one. His eyes were like a tangible military order, with unquestionable majesty, and then he deployed in an orderly manner: "I will join hands with Thor and Ond, and unite with the elite troops under Hades, the king of the underworld, to rush to the front line and do our best to deal with the tough enemies of the underworld. Thor's Thor's hammer will surely set off thunder on the battlefield and give the enemy a fatal shock; Ond's arrows will be like a storm, accurately harvesting the enemy's lives; and I, with these eyes that can see through everything and ears that can hear in all directions, will escort our army and make sure that the enemy's every move is exposed."

He paused and turned his gaze to Loki. The slender god of strategy and deception, dressed in a fluttering red robe, was playing with a flame rune in his hand with a smile. Heimdall frowned slightly and continued, "Loki, you go with Hela and Ares to deal with the Protoss. The Protoss have always been proud of their noble character, and their strength should not be underestimated. Loki, you are very smart and will definitely come up with a brilliant plan to disrupt their formation at the critical moment; the power of death controlled by Hela will make the Protoss guys deeply feel the taste of fear; Ares is brave and bellicosity, and can charge into battle on the battlefield and tear open the Protoss' defense line for us."

Finally, he looked at Budajji, the god with a mysterious aura, and said softly: "The human race is left to you, Budajji. Although the individual strength of the human race is relatively weak, they are numerous and cunning. You must not underestimate the enemy. You need to make good use of your divine power, use both kindness and force, and make them submit obediently."

After saying that, he looked at Vidal who was standing quietly beside him, like a deep valley. "As for the mysterious phantom island, let Vidal deal with it. Above the phantom island, there are heavy fogs, hiding many unknown variables. Vidal is calm and reserved, and he will definitely be able to find out the enemy's strengths and defeat it in one fell swoop in that mysterious place."