Me, Hydra

At the words, Alsatia shook her head. Mildly.

"Don't worry, when have I ever let you guys down?"

As he said that, Alsatia returned to the carriage with Frost's Sorrow in hand.

"Let's go~ Tadamir might be planning a feast waiting for us!"

Upon hearing this, the people looked at each other, and the caravan began to move once more.

Sitting in the carriage, Alsace's face was suddenly grim.

"From... my... body... get out!"

Before he finished, Alsace's face pooed again and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Don't resist me, I can give you great power...even keep your country from falling in the twilight! Sink or swim! In the midst of endless despair, that hides exactly what is on the other side of hope!"

On the other side, a tribe deep in the Extreme Cold. Thaidamir was planning a wine feast.

"Bring me all the frozen meat from the cellar! Oh yeah, and the fruit we traded for from Sparta! We can't let that little prince get the better of us! Take out fresh fruit in a place like this and we'll shock their jaws off! Hahahahahaha~~~~"

........

I may have made some typos in the train, so please bear with me.

How about a ticket for the sake of my diligence?

Also, there's no Naiozu in the story here, and Frost's Sorrow appears in response to Twilight of the Gods.

In general, all messed up characters will be changed according to the established worldview, for example, let's be prepared. After all, there will be a lot of messing around later....

Also, can I book tickets for the next month?

Volume 1: Text - 59 - Barbarian Blade Tribe

"It's strange, the merchants of the Barbarian Blade Tribe seem to have become much less recently."

A merchant who had been stationed at Mount Olympia all year round was talking to himself somewhere.

Since about last month, all the merchants from the Barbarian Blade Tribe had made their return, and then, it seemed that they had never appeared again.

"Is there a war going on somewhere in the Land of Extreme Cold? But I heard that the Barbarian Blade Tribe is one of the most powerful few tribes in the extreme cold of Northern Europe, less such a big customer, zi, well less to make a big sum of money."

A merchant from the Spartan-affiliated city-state of Mycenae shook his head regretfully as he spoke.

Although the tribesmen of the Extremely Cold Lands couldn't offer fine iron ore to the dwarves or exotic trinkets like the Kingdom merchants, the animal skins sold by the Barbarian Blade Tribe were of the finest quality, and most of the people of the Full Blade Tribe were reckless and true to themselves, so they didn't have to be as hooked up as they were to the Kingdom merchants. Usually, one could finalize a deal with them by paying a hamburger meat and a barrel of barley wine.

"Hey, hey!"

Hearing someone poking at him, the merchant turned his attention away.

"Well? What's going on?"

Shrugging his shoulders, that merchant from the extreme cold of Northern Europe said, "Let's talk less about the Barbarian Blade Tribe, I heard that half a month ago the entire Barbarian Blade Tribe was slaughtered completely, leaving only their chief, Tadamir, known as the King of the Barbarian Blades, alive from the dead."

"Is that true or not?" The merchant from Mycenae grew incredulous, then the merchant continued, "You're not fooling me, are you? It is said that the Tadamir was born with a body is engraved on the representative of the second generation of the berserker Lune, it is said that even you have been blessed by Odin's war toothed king Harald can only and the Tadamir in the full fury of a match. I even saw Tadamir slay a wintry beast with a single blade when I made a delivery to your Nordic lands. A tribe of that kind of man would be broken?"

Shaking his head helplessly, the tribal merchant spoke.

"We don't know the specifics, it's said that the entire Barbarian Blade tribe has been imprisoned by the cold ice, those who are frozen in the ice don't say life, according to our tribe's rituals, their souls have been drained away, and they've even lost their eligibility to enter the Hall of Yingling..."

Hearing the tribal merchant's Hua's words, a tribal merchant on the side also nodded his head.

"I don't know which god damned one exterminated the Barbarian Blade Tribe, he was one of the top tribes there, and the Barbarian Blade Tribe didn't miss a beat in helping other tribes when the White Calamity came. Now even the honor of entering Valhalla has been taken away...zi, good people don't get rewarded."

As he said that, the tribal merchant shook his head.

"Let's not talk about these things, I have some good hides over here, get me some oil, salt, soy, vinegar and tea, and yes, in exchange for some easily preserved vegetables and five barrels of barley wine."

"Hehehe, your hide is not in good shape, three barrels, three barrels can't be more!"

On the other side, the Great Shrine of Sparta.

Unbelievably, Thor's face was filled with disbelief as he looked at Hydra in front of him.

"What? The Barbarian Blade tribe was exterminated? It's impossible! I've seen their Barbarian Blade King, and that brute's similarity to Berserk Lune has reached a point where even my father can't match it, and if that guy's rune is the original Lune, I don't think even the Frost Giants could handle the slashes of a Barbarian Blade King in full fury! How could such barbarians be exterminated!"

Hearing Tor's words, Hydra shook her head indifferently.

"Calm down and don't mess up."

Hearing Hydra's words, Tor calmed down a bit, but still spoke with some excitement, "The Barbarian Blade Tribe has always been an open and honest tribe, which even I cannot deny. They often help out when other tribes are troubled by snowstorms or snow monsters, and once their tribe is attacked, there's no way the other tribes will sit idly by! What's more the Barbarian Blade Tribe wasn't just strong and ruthless with only Tadamir, the Barbarian Blade Tribe's tribal warriors were basically believers in my father Odin's berserkers, their fighting ability, coupled with the advantage of local fighting, even if they faced three times their tribe's military strength, they wouldn't be the slightest bit intimidated. Coupled with good personnel, once the attack was extended, then the other tribes would send reinforcements, including the Cold Bow Tribe, which was also one of the largest tribes in the Extreme Cold Lands. To break the Barbarian Blade Tribe and slaughter all of its people in two days... with all due respect, it would only be possible if my father's Yingling Temple-Valhalla was fully launched. And my father, there's no way he would do such a thing!"

Hearing Tor's words, Hydra shook her head and said indifferently, "You might not believe it when you say that a huge ice wall thirty meters high and ten meters thick was erected a hundred meters around the Barbarian Blade Tribe... Don't say support, you can't even get close. It was during the time it took to break through the ice wall that only Tadamir remained alive in the Barbarian Blade Tribe, and at that time, the Barbarian Blade King didn't have a single good piece of meat on his body. He was now still recuperating in the Cold Bow Tribe. The culprit was the prince of the Lodoren Kingdom, Alsace. The current Land of Extreme Cold has completely broken with the other kingdoms of the Middle Court."

"Impossible! Alsace I've never met, but I've heard of him. Kindness, enthusiasm, integrity, bravery... he has almost all the good qualities that a Kingdom Knight possesses. According to my father's words, Alsace is almost perfect as a successor. And his teacher, Uthyr, is also a famous great sage, so there's no way Alsace could have done such a thing under Uthyr's tutelage!"

Shaking her head, Hydra's face remained calm and unruffled.

"Quiet down... the people of the Barbarian Blade tribe have their souls inexplicably disappear after death, in other words, they have lost the right to enter Valhalla. And what is Valhalla's greatest use as a place to absorb the souls of heroes, think about it?"

"...Twilight of the Gods?!"

Nodding, Hydra spoke thoughtfully.

"If I didn't expect it...I'm afraid the twilight moment has begun to shed his claws, and subtracting your father's wings is only the first step...Well, it's time to give the young men of Sparta some trials. "

........

The train was late, but instead I got to school at 5:00 and have to get up early to raise the flag tomorrow, so I'll be doing two shifts today for now. The previous announcement except for the error.

From now on, it will still be three shifts per day, and additional shifts will be added on Saturday and Sunday. The most important thing to do is to make sure that you have the right tools for the job.

finally

begging for tickets!!!

Volume I: Text - 60 - To Northern Europe

"To Scandinavia?!"

Hearing Hydra's words, Quintus and the others opened their mouths wide in surprise.

It was said that Odin's power was comparable to Hydra's, and that he was able to give his eyes for the survival of the other gods in exchange for knowledge, and that he fell on the world tree in order to understand the mysteries of knowledge... More importantly, Odin sealed the power of his own child's body and sent it over after learning about the prosperous culture of Sparta.

It was unimaginable, because there wasn't much abnormality after the god lost a body of divine power except that the combat experience and physical qualities were better than normal....

The same last one alone was enough to raise respect in the hearts of the Spartan crowd.

Looking at Quintus and the others before him, Hydra nodded.