Between this side of heaven and earth, there is a huge ash tree, which is the tree of life that runs through everything, growing from the remnants of the body of Ymir, one of the founders of heaven and earth, the ancestor of giants.

It sprouts from the "past", flourishes in the "present", and extends to the infinite "future". The leaves are always green, its branches support the weight of the entire universe, and its roots run through the world.

The roots of the World Tree are enormous, and it has three main veins: one that reaches into the atrium realm of human life, one that stretches out to Jotunheim, the land of giants, and one that extends beneath the underworld, the realm of the dead.

Next to each tree's roots, there is a spring that nourishes the roots.

The spring that juts out into the atrium of the human world is the sacred well of fate, guarded by three goddesses of fate, who are responsible for irrigating the roots of the tree with the spring water and keeping the branches and foliage of the tree flourishing.

These three goddesses are the goddess of the past, the goddess of the present, the goddess of the present, and the goddess of the future, Scotti, who assign their lives to human beings and designate the fortunes of all beings.

In addition, next to the roots of the tree in Jotunheim, the land of giants, is a well of wisdom guarded by the wise giant Mimir, and the spring water gushing out of this spring hides infinite wisdom and knowledge.

But the god-king Odin once came here and took the spring of wisdom to the gods and all beings at the cost of one eye. Since then, the frost giants of the Giant Nation have been unable to get irrigated by the Spring of Wisdom, and they have become stupid from generation to generation.

On the contrary to them are the gods of the Asgardian Divine Court, who can often taste the water of the spring of wisdom, and their minds become complex and changeable.

Finally, next to the roots of the tree leading to the underworld of the land of the dead, there lurks the desperate black dragon Nidhogg. It and countless other snakes nestled on the trunk of the tree, gnawing on it.

At the top of the tree was an eagle, squatting with a goshawk named Vedvernier, gazing intently at the heavens and the earth. There are also four great deer galloping between the branches, tirelessly chewing on the new buds, and they control the wind between heaven and earth. In addition, there is a cute but trouble-making squirrel Ratatosk, who jumps up and down the Tree of Life, constantly provoking goshawks and black dragons.

When Adros came to the place where the roots of the tree were and wanted to enter the underworld, he found that in front of him, the desperate black dragon was looking at him with a pair of huge eyes, the gray-white eyeballs were black to shiny pupils, and the two wings spread out, covering half of the heavens and the earth.

"Strange gods, the primordial realm is not where you should be, where you are going from where you are going. Otherwise, I will turn you into nourishment for the World Tree. ”

Perhaps it was the desperation of the black dragon Nidhogg's mood that was not bad, and he didn't attack Adros at the first time, and drove Adros away with what he thought was a good attitude.

Adros didn't speak, but smiled at the famous dragon, which was much better looking than Typhon and his dragon-like children. Look at people, this black shiny dragon skin, vigorous and powerful claws, wings with a degree of contraction, coupled with eyes as bright as black stars, he couldn't help but praise: "What a handsome dragon." ”

While praising him, Adros couldn't help but think that Typhon should come to see people, who are also dragons, why is there such a big gap just based on their appearance.

When the desperate black dragon heard Adros say this, he suddenly wondered and was embarrassed, how could he praise him in person, although he was indeed more handsome.

"Even though you say that, it makes me happy, but I won't let you in here. ”

The primordial realm does not allow other gods to enter, which is a sign that the black dragon Nidhogg has been engraved in his soul since birth. He didn't know why, but he just didn't let it go.

At the beginning, this world was not this three-dimensional appearance, there were only two areas at most, one cold and one hot. Between these two areas there is a large crack that is wide and deep, called the "Kinlunga Crack".

When heat and cold meet, when fire and ice meet, smoke and water vapor rise, and a giant Ymir is born, followed by a heifer Odembula, who feeds the giant. The cow's breath is fragrant, and the bitter milk drips from the four **, and the giant sucks the cow's bitter milk to sustain life. After sucking up milk and filling her belly, Ymir was attacked by uncontrollable sleepiness and lay on the ice, sinking into a dreamless sleep.

In his slumber, Khan dripped from the giant's left armpit, and the male giants Mimir and Bethstra were born from his armpits, and from the feet of Ymir came the deformed giant Thurlott Gelmir, a six-headed deformed giant, and the frost giants multiplied from then on.

The cow, on the other hand, continues to grow by drawing its divine power from the salt and hoarfrost of the ice. One day, while it was licking the salt cube, it suddenly revealed its long shiny hair from the salt lump, and the long hair was set off by the flame of the Fire Country, making it look glorious and moving. The next day, a beautiful male head is revealed. On the third day, a majestic body also emerged from the mass of salt, which was the god called Bri, the ancestor of the gods.

He was the grandfather of the god-king Odin, and his son Brie married the giantess Bestra, from which the Arthur Protoss was born.

And in the third layer of the current heaven and earth, there are some areas that existed at the beginning of the original heaven and earth. The region of frost has become the current country of fog, the region of blazing has become the country of fire today, and the crack between the two is the original appearance of the underworld.

Adros listened to the words of the desperate black dragon in front of him, and couldn't help pouting, if you don't let me in, don't I really go in, it's just a joke.

He still smiled and looked at the black dragon in front of him: "What if I have to go in?" Although he was smiling, the desperate black dragon knew very well the resoluteness in the words of the gods in front of him.

The black dragon couldn't help but snort coldly: "If you don't let you in, you can't enter, and if you don't leave here, then don't go." ”

After saying that, the black dragon opened its mouth, and a dragon's breath full of desperate power erupted towards Adros. Adros chuckled, and ten thousand starlights swayed from his hand, colliding with the aura of despair.

All of a sudden, the starlight escaped, despair faded, and between heaven and earth, there were scattered divine powers of the law everywhere. However, these divine powers were quickly absorbed by the roots of the Tree of Life under their feet.

Of the three roots, this one is the most shabby. The one that leads to the atrium often has the well of fate watered by the three goddesses of fate, and the one that leads to Jotunheim, although the spring of wisdom has been taken by the god king Odin, he still sends the Valkyries in Valhalla from time to time to irrigate.

And the third root, that is, the one in front of him, the only nourishment that can be obtained is the corpse of the god who has been killed by the black dragon when the desperate black dragon is fighting with people. Because next to it is the well of despair, from which the spring water comes from.

Seeing that the black dragon started to do it without saying a word, Adros was suddenly unhappy. In the past few days, he has been bullied by the gods of this divine domain, which has made him extremely unhappy. It's okay to be chased and killed by the two masters in front of you, and it's not their opponent anyway, but the black dragon in front of you, a creature at the level of a main god, is as arrogant as the two masters in front of you, and it's really unbearable.

A ray of sun fire divine light slashed out from Adros's right hand, and then immediately billions of starlight struck directly, enveloping the black dragon.

The black dragon was also angry suddenly, so that if you can't leave, you dare to do it first, you really don't know how to lift. As for his own dragon breath attack just now, it was completely regarded as a random joke by him.

The body of the desperate black dragon curled, avoiding the sun and fire god, and then turned into the size of a mountain, and its huge body swayed in the air, shattering hundreds of millions of starlight.

The starlight emitted casually could not completely break through the outer skin of the black dragon in front of him, which surprised Adros a little. Then, an even more powerful starlight, like a long sword, slashed towards the black dragon.

Next to the black dragon's body, small whirlpools suddenly appeared, and in these whirlpools, the power of despair and destruction was filled. As soon as the starlight sword shot into it, it was like mud into the sea, and it disappeared.

"It's kind of interesting. ”

Adros smiled slightly, and the star scroll in his hand finally unfolded, replacing the sky above his head and becoming a star canopy. Then, he first sent out an extremely cold force, freezing the dragon breath that the black dragon spat out again.

Just as Adros was about to set up a star array and have fun with this black dragon that represented despair, suddenly, the black dragon shuddered, and his eyes showed a little fear.

"Could it be that this black dragon is afraid of the cold, this shouldn't be, the power of despair has the law of cold in it. ”

Seeing the appearance of the black dragon, Adros suddenly became suspicious, but the movements in his hands still did not stop, and after an extremely cold power was issued, the starry sky above his head began to play a large array around the black dragon.

"Wait. After resisting Adros's extreme cold power, the desperate black dragon Nidhogg spoke, "Where did your cold power come from?"

When Adros heard this, he couldn't help but wonder how his cold power came from and what it had to do with it, but Adros was not in a hurry to clean it up, and replied, "This is the power given by the bloodline. ”

After listening to Adros's words, the black dragon suddenly fell into a dilemma, gritted his teeth, and said to Adros: "You go to the Primordial Realm, but be honest after you get there, in case you get into any big trouble, don't blame me for not reminding me." ”

After saying this, Adros was even more puzzled, how could an extremely cold force have such a good effect?

"Nidhogg, have you thought about it, I'm running out of time for you. ”

A cold and beautiful female voice came from a distance, making the body of the desperate black dragon Nidhogg tremble, as if he was extremely frightened.

Adros looked at the place where the voice came from and was stunned.