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

Odin sat on the high throne, the roots of the world tree carved on the gilded armrests looming in the blue candlelight. He raised his hand and stroked his long silver beard on his chest, his eyes piercing through the dome of the temple and falling on the rolling ice clouds in the far north. Those ice crystal clouds were like whirlpools stirred by invisible giant hands, outlining the cold lines of war in the sky.

"War preparations will be extended for another three months." His voice was filled with the majesty of frost and snow, and every word was like an icicle hitting the marble floor. "Order the dwarf craftsmen to forge frost steel armor with all their strength - it must be able to withstand the fire of Eastern Qigong. The arrows must be soaked in the sap of the world tree for seven days and nights, and must penetrate every inch of the wood core." The gods below scattered like a gust of wind, and amid the sound of armor colliding, Thor's hammer flashed with lightning, and Loki's serpentine scepter drew an emerald green arc in the shadows.

Odin tapped the armrest of the throne with his knuckles, and the bronze armrest made a dull sound. "Have you counted the supplies Zeus sent recently?" In the shadows, Loki walked out swinging his scepter, his emerald pupils reflecting the candlelight. "One thousand carts of wheat, fifty boxes of gold, and five thousand rolls of linen." He suddenly laughed softly, "Your Majesty, the God King, that guy has a very clever plan - he wants to use our swords to weaken the spirit of the Eastern Gods, and then take down both of them when both sides are defeated."

"But we need his food." Odin narrowed his eyes, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were as deep as knife cuts. "The barbarians in the Dark Continent are bloodthirsty, but they are short of food. Skirnir, Vanseti——"

He summoned two divine messengers, who immediately walked out from the shadows of the columns, wearing silver cloaks embroidered with the emblem of the World Tree. "Take half of Zeus's supplies and take the same amount of precious cloth from the warehouse. Deliver them to the south of the Dark Continent in person and find the chieftains of all the dark warrior tribes."

The young Vanseti knelt on one knee and asked, "What's the bait?" The candlelight under Odin's throne cast his shadow on the dome, like a giant eagle spreading its wings. "Tell them that as long as they send 20,000 troops, they can plunder the food of the Eastern Continent and burn the cities." His voice suddenly lowered, "In addition, let me tell you one thing - under the altar of the Crystal Mountain of the Eastern Gods, there is a thousand-year-old divine power crystal buried."

When Skirnir looked up, he saw Odin's single eye flashing red. The icy clouds in the dome suddenly surged and boiled, and frost particles crackled on the glass windows, as if countless pairs of eyes from the abyss were spying on this transaction.

Three days later, on the red soil plateau in the south of the Dark Continent, Skirnir's silver cape was blown up by the hot wind. In front of him were a series of black tents, each with a totem pole carved with skulls. Vanseti held the hilt of his sword and looked at the cavalry coming from afar - the riders were covered in black paint, riding desert rhinos with fangs, and hanging dried human heads on the saddles.

"Messenger of the Norse gods!" The leading chief jumped off the rhino, and the animal bone necklace hanging on his chest jingled. His skin was as black as charcoal, and he wore a snakeskin eye patch on his left eye. "The voodoo wizard said that a distinguished guest is coming." Skirnir noticed the scimitar on the chief's waist: the handle was wrapped with human hair, and the blade was still oozing dark red juice.

Inside the meeting tent, the sheepskin blanket was covered with beetle specimens and dried poisonous mushrooms. Twenty-seven tribal chiefs sat in a circle, holding bone cups filled with dark red liquid - it was the "Drink of Courage" made from snake blood and cactus juice. Skirnir untied the wooden box he carried with him, and when the golden luster illuminated the tent, someone licked his lips unconsciously.

"His Majesty Odin needs warriors." Vanseti's voice was steady. "The Eastern Continent has thousands of acres of wheat fields, pottery jars filled with honey, and silk that can weave clouds." He pointed to the cloth in the wooden box, "These are just deposits." A chieftain with a scar on his face suddenly slammed the table and said, "Why should we believe in the Nordic gods? The Green Tribe used food to trick us into sending troops, and ended up using us as cannon fodder!"

Instantly, the tent was filled with swords. Skirnir calmly reached for the leaf of the World Tree in his sleeve—it was a divine object that could summon thunder. At this moment, a loud noise was heard outside the tent, and a giant elephant-like creature smashed open the tent door.

That was the Dark Warrior, his iron spear stuck in the ground, the tip of the spear corroding the red soil: "I heard that the best way to apologize is to slit the enemy's throat." His red eyes swept over the crowd, "But I would like to hear more about how much food the Nordic people can give."

Three hours later, Skirnir stood outside the tent, looking at the dark warriors gathering in the distance. They were arranged in a square formation, and each warrior had a voodoo skull totem tattooed on his chest. The dark warrior came over carrying an iron spear, and the skin exposed under the armor was covered with black lines - those were the traces of the dark power infusing his body. "Twenty thousand warriors, we need three thousand carts of food to go ahead." When he spoke, his sharp canine teeth were exposed, "In addition, I want to be the first to rush into the Orientals' granary."

Vanset handed over ten large bags of gold coins: "This is the advance payment. Three months later, someone will pick you up at the Black Rock Ferry in the north." The Dark Warrior took the bag, and amid the sound of the gold coins colliding, he suddenly grinned: "I heard that there is a goddess in the East who can control fire? I would like to try and see if my dark matter can burn her bones to ashes."

At the same time, in the armory of the Nordic God Realm, the dwarf craftsmen were sweating profusely. In the huge furnace, the metal solution mixed with frost steel and the sap of the world tree emitted a blue light. A dwarf raised an iron hammer with ancient runes engraved on the hammer: "This batch of armor can block the flames of the Qi Refining Technique three times." His companion beside him was applying oil to the arrows, and the ointment was soaked with young leaves of the world tree: "His Majesty Odin does not want defense, but to let the Easterners know that the Nordic arrows can penetrate their shields."

Three months later, in the middle of the night, a faint blue light suddenly lit up at the Black Rock Ferry in the southern eastern border. The transmission channel to the other world opened like a huge whirlpool, and the first to step out was Thor, the god of thunder, whose hammer struck lightning in the night. Following closely behind were the dark warriors - they held obsidian spears, and when they stepped on the beach, the sand was corroded with black marks.

"Begin building the fortress." Loki's voice came from the shadows, and a poisonous snake was spitting out its tongue on the top of his scepter. Countless stone giants rose from the ground, carrying huge rocks as big as mountains, and each stone was engraved with frost runes.

Thor raised his hammer, and the thunder struck the boulder, instantly solidifying it into an ice wall. In the distance, the dark warrior was commanding the soldiers to dig a moat, and wherever his iron spear went, the soil turned into black poisonous mist.

When the first rays of sunlight illuminated the fortress, a war fortress as high as a hundred feet had already stood in the southern border. On the top of the tower of the main fortress, Odin's raven spread its wings and overlooked the vast plains of the eastern continent.