"What did you do!" the white dragon yelled at Tyr.

Wherever the dragon's breath crossed, it turned into ice sculptures, whether it was an old Firth-style ancient building or a towering watchtower, and the huge stone bricks changed the molecular structure when they came into contact with the white dragon's breath.

The stone does not turn into solid water, but into an element called ice.

Tyr's lower body was unharmed by the protection of his skirt armor, but his bare chest and head were not intact, and the ice element seeped into his left eye and small half of his chest, spreading inside, and countless small worms formed by Xiaoice thorns continued to swim under the flesh.

Tyr's glory flickered, and all injuries vanished without a trace.

Tyr says:

"Didn't you see it? Since you are a pure white knight who followed King Arthur on his conquest, you can't have seen the power of the old gods, have you? As you can see, I released it. ”

George's anger turned into a chill that spread around him:

"Don't you know how many deaths this will cause? The power of the Old Gods is not something that mortals can handle. ”

Tyr replied:

"Mortal, I'm not a mortal, don't worry, this war plague will spread to a few thousand meters at most, I can't do it far, tonight will kill tens of thousands of people at most, Firth is a strong city, can withstand this little damage."

"And when I rule here as a pure white knight, everyone will soon forget about this painful night, humans are forgetful, and I will make sure of that. ”

The white dragon will tear him apart and swallow him alive.

It was precisely because he had seen the terrible sight of the old god's power spreading that he knew he couldn't do anything.

That's not something that human beings can compete with.

Tyr has been at a disadvantage just now, although the other party doesn't seem to be able to hurt himself at all, but that's also because George doesn't understand his ability, if he bursts out to attack him with all his strength, he still has a good chance of being killed directly.

On the contrary, he failed to cause any substantial damage to the white dragon at all.

But if you do the math, it's almost time.

The blue light enveloped his upper body like countless huge fireflies, and the ball of azure light condensed into a silver-white armor with gorgeous patterns.

This is Tyre's courage.

Tyr sighed:

"It's really gratifying that Gary didn't betray me, but I shouldn't be able to get the sword of war in a short time. ”

War was the sacrifice he wanted to accomplish the most, and not just because the War Sword had the supreme authority of Tyr and contained the most powerful divine powers.

In fact, the power possessed by justice is not inferior to that of war, but it is not only the dagger of justice that is rejecting him, he is also rejecting justice.

It was a symbol of his gods' betrayal of them, and he still remembers that bad day.

He sat high on a wide-backed stone chair, plotting to dedicate his god with the next holy war.

He looked at the map and kept selecting, this country had already been defeated in front of them, and he could only compromise, and that country had surrendered before the war, and he didn't even think of resisting.

It was a matter of course, they had the best generals, the strongest warriors, the wisest staff officers, the most devout believers, and the most powerful gods.

They are invincible.

So he chose the most suitable opponent.

A thriving country, a powerful country, a country that celebrates heroes.

A nation that believes in Odin.

It was the most formidable enemy they had ever encountered, and the hardest battle they had ever experienced, with his eldest son dying at the hands of the enemy's Assassins in the third year of the war, his second son dying in the seventh year of the war at the hands of the most valiant warriors of the opposing side.

After his fourth daughter was taken hostage by spies in the seventeenth year of the war, and after he refused to surrender, the beautiful young adult daughter was tortured by Odin's warriors for seven days and seven nights, becoming as abominable as an atavistic beast, and even sacrificed to their gods.

He didn't even dare to look at the daughter hanging from the wall, but let the hatred continue to reverberate in his heart, and with time it became more and more mellow, until the day he stood on the wall of the enemy's wall, he would give it all his way.

No, they are not on the weaker side, and Odin's warriors do not kill their own children because they are at the advantage, on the contrary, it is precisely because their defenses have repeatedly failed that they can only choose to vent their hatred in this way.

Odin's warriors are powerless to resist their invasion, victory is only a matter of time, and this war is the best sacrifice they have ever made.

Until that bad day.

He was standing on the siege platform, and they had come up with a brilliant idea that would surely crush their enemies once and for all.

Although they had thought of similar ideas many times, some of them went as smoothly as they thought, and some of them did not come of it, they never imagined that this time it would be so successful.

The sons of Odin were completely defeated, and even the most powerful warriors could only flee for their lives like lost dogs, and the fruits of victory were almost in hand.

As long as he blows the horn of the attack.

After this battle, their gods will be even stronger as a result.

Their kingdom will forever stand on the earth, no one can destroy, no one dares to provoke, and it will be an eternal kingdom.

"High Priestess, do you say that again?" he turned, looking at the man he trusted most.

The middle-aged man replied:

"God has lost, and from now on we are the subjects of Odin, so stop now. ”

He argued feebly:

"God doesn't lose. ”

The High Priest shook his head:

"God is nothing but God, he is now the son of Odin, and we need to be Odin's subjects. ”

He sneered and said:

"Subjects? Do you mean second-class citizens?"

The High Priest said:

"My lord, your status is naturally very noble, and you will become the only one who is the son of Odin. ”

He was dismissive:

"What about the people who mine and who will grovel before the defeated men of the past? I will not allow such a thing to happen. ”

The High Priest sighed:

"My friend, man can't fight the gods, and if you don't stop, the abyss will lie ahead. ”

He shook off his robe:

"Even if my scepter is dim, my crown falls into the depths of the sea, and my white robe is stained with mud and sand, I will continue to move forward, for the sake of my children, for the sake of my people, for the sake of my vassals, and even only for myself. ”

The High Priest asked:

"Even if it's doomed?"

He replied:

"Even if it is doomed to death. ”

He sounded the horn of the attack.

He was cast out of his kingdom, he was no longer allowed to have his past name, and he was even spurned by everyone.

He was betrayed, and this betrayal did not come from his people, they just wanted to live, this betrayal did not come from his own family, they just couldn't see the truth.

This betrayal came from his God, the invincible man who gave war to his father like a defeated dog, and gratefully accepted Odin's reward for justice.

Tyr, the son of Odin, betrayed them.

He threw away his scepter, his crown, his glory, and went on in a white robe, looking for his own victory.

The gods abandoned the war, and he picked it up.

He blew his horn again, this time against the gods.