Zhou Yi and Brunhilde stood side by side on the riverbank, and behind them were busy Asgardian warriors. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info They are busy repairing, busy burying their comrades, and busy cleaning everything on the field. And this naturally includes the remnants of Jemongard's body.

After the giant snake's body stopped twitching, Zhou Yi extinguished his flames. His flame cannot be left on the world, as it is likely to affect many innocent things. So he's always been in a pretty eco-friendly way with his flames.

Of course, there is a deeper meaning here, and that is the remains of Tyr. His remains should have been in Yemengad's stomach, and in order to give this god who died in battle a minimum of respect, Zhou Yi couldn't let him just turn into ashes with the monster's body no matter what.

Therefore, leaving this half-burned body has become an inevitable choice. Whether they can find what they want to find depends on luck. However, it seemed that luck was good, because someone soon informed the two of them.

"My lord, we have found the remains of the god of war!"

Hearing the news suddenly, even with Brunhilde's strength, he couldn't help but show a sad look. Regardless, Tyr was also her brother, and although she nominally disagreed with their existence, that did not change the fact that they were connected by blood, nor did it change the inherent relationship between them. And to be honest, for Tyr, Brunhilde still has a bit of brotherhood.

Seeing that the Valkyrie rarely showed a somewhat weak appearance, Zhou Yi sighed, patted her on the shoulder, and said to her.

"Let's go, let's go see him. It's better to send him off for the last time. ”

Holding down Zhou Yi's hand on his shoulder, Brunhilde lowered his head and took a few deep breaths, and immediately reappeared into that strong appearance.

"I'm not sad, Tyre died on the battlefield, it's much better for us to die in battle than in intrigue and subterfuge, at least it will preserve our honor!"

"It's fine that you think so, but can you wipe your tears away before that, you're not convincing at all."

"Shameless!" Wiping his eyes, Brunhilde, who found that there was no trace of water, immediately blushed and cursed. Then he directly shook off Zhou Yi and strode towards the wreckage of Ye Mengjiade.

And looking at Brunhilde like this, Zhou Yi sighed slightly, and quickly followed. The current Brunhilde is really a little uneasy, because Zhou Yi knows very well that her heart is far less strong than her appearance.

At this moment, Tyr's body had been cleaned up by the warriors. The Valkyries cleaned him of his body and placed him high on a platform made of oak trees. And around this high platform, every warrior who walked by prayed with a sad face to lay a pure flower for him.

Gods cannot become heroic spirits, and even a valiant warrior like Tyr is completely dead after being killed in battle. People can only remember his past and his former glory in the story. He will never be able to return to Valhalla, and the deep land of the dead is his only place to go.

When Brunhilde and Zhou Yi came over with silent faces, Aurora, who had been waiting here for a long time, immediately plunged into the arms of the Valkyrie, fell into her arms and wept.

At this time, Jessid also walked over and spoke to them in a low voice.

"We recovered his arm, but we couldn't take his sword off. When we found him, he was biting his weapon with his mouth, trying to slash it out of the monster's belly. He's already cut a lot of wounds. However, before he could finish it all, it was too late. Don't be too sad, Brunhilde, and Aurora, your brother fought until the last moment, and he died heroically. So you should be proud! ”

"You're right, Jessid!" Glancing at Tyr, the god of war who had bitten the hilt of his sword and had not let go until now, Brunhilde held his head high as he stroked Aurora's hair. "Alright, Aurora, stop crying. This is not a time to cry. As Jessid said, we should be proud of him. It was Tyr's luck to die heroically, and we might be able to do that one day. So tears are enough here. We are Valkyries, and isn't it our destiny to meet war and embrace death? ”

Hearing her sister's words, Aurora raised her head strongly, and then wiped away her tears vigorously, barely showing a strong look on her immature little face. And seeing that this girl, who was not much older than her two children, suddenly became like this, Zhou Yi scolded with a gloomy face.

"Damn fate!"

He didn't understand what kind of past would make such a group of women say such terrible words as welcoming war and embracing death, and he didn't understand what kind of experience made Aurora, the girl in his eyes, accept it all so calmly.

Incomprehensible, unacceptable. If Odin was in front of him now, he really wanted to ask how he ruled his country so that his people, and even his daughter, could show such open-mindedness to death, which made him, an outsider, feel cold and afraid.

And looking at the very obvious dissatisfaction on Zhou Yi's face, Jessed, who looked like a gentle and amiable big sister, sighed and said to Zhou Yi gently.

"Do you feel uncomfortable? Or do you think we Asgardians are acting too cold and cruel? ”

"It's all there. Seriously, I don't understand why you're so calm. Women, children, why do even such people treat death so calmly. At first I might have thought it was heroic, but now I really think it's too cruel. ”

"But this is Asgard!" Before Jessid could reply, Brunhilde had already turned his head and said to Zhou Yi in a sonorous voice. "Starting with my great-grandfather Booley, to my grandfather Bauer, my father Odin. Asgard has been at war for thousands of years. We're going to protect Asgard, we're going to protect the Atrium, we're going to protect every other world. We are natural protectors, and humans, goblins, and gnomes are all targets for our protection. In order to protect these, for the sake of our beliefs, we have sacrificed generations of warriors, and this has allowed us to forge the quality you see. ”

"You may feel cruel, but it is precisely because of this cruelty that you think that we have been able to defeat our enemies again and again and survive until now. It is precisely because of our cruelty that humans, elves, and gnomes have a future to speak of. ”

"You may have been away from us for too long, but you guarded the world until we were forced to leave it. Without us, there would be no human ancestors, do you understand that? ”

Suddenly hearing this explanation, Zhou Yi immediately showed a color that he couldn't laugh or cry against. He had learned more and more about it from Lilith's mouth. It is true that at that time the ancestors of mankind were protected by the gods, but it was not just Asgard's side. Several major god systems and countless gods have done such things.

They enjoyed human beliefs, incense, and even worship and sacrifices, and protected human beings with their own strength to create the rudiments of their own civilization in that barbaric era. If anything, the gods of Asgard are slightly cleaner than the other gods, and at the very least, they have never asked for too many sacrifices from humans.

Of course, this cannot be said to Brunhildemin. At this point, Zhou Yi saw very clearly that Brunhilde seemed to be strong at this time, but in fact, he had already begun to drill the tip of the horns. Too much entanglement with her on this issue, that's about the same as having her brain kicked by a donkey.

But even though he said that, Zhou Yi also understood why they had such qualities. A war-hardened nation, a nation that has never been freed from war, will indeed make its people accustomed to war, even to death. However, although he said so, Zhou Yi still felt that this was too cruel!

It's not that it's unacceptable, it's that it's hard to accept.

For Zhou Yi's thoughts, the Asgardians didn't care. It's their own custom, it's their own tradition. It doesn't matter if others accept it or not, what matters is whether others are willing to respect their traditions. But fortunately, Zhou Yi has done quite well at this point.

So he just watched, watched as the group of Asgardians, singing simple and solemn songs, put Tyr on a dragon-headed boat laden with flowers, evergreen branches, and fine wine, and placed him on the Rhine, and let him drift down the river, little by little, towards the end of the great river, in the direction of the chasm between the Golden Palace and the Golden Lunga.

On both sides of the riverbank, the Asgardian warriors, led by Brunhilde, raised their freshly made longbows, and as they watched Tyr go, they also ignited the arrows in their hands and hurled them far in the direction of the dragon's head ship.

Rockets rained down, and Brunhilde's first rocket had lit up the ship before all the arrows, and the blazing flames set the wine and the branches on fire, and the flowers and Tyr's body on fire, and made him a little farther away and a little depressed in a brilliant firelight.

No one spoke, but the elegy remained. Each warrior watched as his guardian watched his god of war disappear into the flames and rivers, and then fell into the deepest mourning and mourning.

Mourning, albeit simple. But Zhou Yi could still feel their deep emotions for Till. This is a respectable existence, although there are not many intersections, but Zhou Yi has already seen this from the performance of these fighters. And this was enough to make him emotional.

At the same time, he couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart. If he had been himself, would he have such honor? Will there be someone to mourn him?

However, the final result was that Zhou Yi didn't think much about it, and he didn't dare to think about it. (To be continued.) )