"Odin once told me that the fate of all things is a thread in the hands of three blind women, and they must have forgotten to tie a knot at the end when they weaved my thread. ”

"The fate of all things is to flow to the occasional splash of the river of known necessity, and no one knows where it will fall. ”

"Then my wave must have fallen outside the river......"

Magellan knew that he could not let Brunhilde go, and that missing Ragnarok was a denial of existence for Valkyrie, and in such a ridiculous way.

Whether it's Odin's golden palace Valhalla, or the heroic spirits who enter it, including Valkyrie, the Valkyrie who leads the soul of LinkedIn, the sole purpose of all this existence is that Odin has a powerful army to fight for him at dusk.

For this one thing, the Heroic Spirit was able to drink and have fun in the Golden Palace and live forever, and the Valkyrie ran around the divine realm and the mortal world to collect souls.

Now that the final war is over, Brunhild is absent.

"But the mortal world will always be in trouble, and now you are saving the world. ”

Magellan, knowing that his comfort was nothing to the Valkyrie, turned away from the longhouse and walked toward the shore.

On the shore, sailors who saw something new were rummaging through the ruins of the Esyadians, carrying pieces of wood with the Runi script on their bodies to make amulets.

The captain and the baron stood together, and they found a small river in the meadow, which would be a good campsite.

"We need a little time, not just a day. ”

This was not unexpected, they had been prepared, the captain began to call in the sailors, and they soon set up camp here.

The sun had set in the west, and when all preparations were made, it plunged into the sea in the west, and darkness came as expected.

In the darkness of the night, the sailors reveled around the bonfire, and in their free time without trouble, they always did.

They were unlucky enough for this voyage, as Magellan had given the captain half a month, at least ten days, but now, on the first night after going to sea, they had arrived at their destination and spent the night on land.

Everyone was in a good mood except for the depressed Brünnhilde, and although Magellan was preoccupied, he did not ruin the atmosphere without interest.

It was a moonless night, and the stars were impossibly bright.

Late night soon came, and Magellan went to bed early, and the revelry was not over yet, at least he didn't have to keep vigil for the night.

The noise lingered in his ears, and eventually, Magellan was woken up by the barking of a hound.

He soon discovered that this was unusual.

There was some kind of restless power in the darkness, and everywhere there was the roar of the hounds and the shouts of the hunters, like a mad hunt.

At that moment, Magellan understood that this was a wild hunt.

He stood up and walked out of the tent.

This madness had the expected consequences, and Magellan was swept away by the running party and rushed into the darkness.

Beside him were monster-sized black hounds, running wildly with their mouths wide open, roaring, their eyes red and glowing red in the darkness.

The men who followed the hounds were mostly thinly clad and skinny, shouting incessantly, that they were captives of the hunt, and that if they could not keep up with the group, they would be killed and turned into the walking dead they are now.

They will be Magellan's end, if Magellan doesn't run fast enough.

Like a hurricane, the wild hunt left the shore camp and rushed towards the center of the island, and Magellan recognized the direction of progress in the darkness and began to run towards the front of the group.

For him, the team was too slow.

The closer they got to the front of the group, the stronger the walking dead became, until they disappeared altogether, and were replaced by tall black horses, like shadows in the night, with knights covered in black cloaks, and hounds jumping frantically on either side of the horses, and Magellan rushed to the middle of their ranks to find that the horses were headless.

The knights on the horse did not notice Magellan's arrival, they only ran wildly, oblivious to everything around them.

This is the wild hunt, composed of madness, hunting in the dark those who are bold or overly stupid.

Of course, there were some truly brave people who found their reward in the hunt at first, but after the legends spread, the only people who were caught by the hunt were the stupid and greedy.

Magellan rushed to the front of the line, led by an exceptionally tall knight, also wearing a black cloak, but a long beard could be seen on his hooded chin.

That's the King of the Wild Hunt, most of the time he's a short-lived necromancy, sometimes he's a powerful hero, and only a few times, it's Odin himself.

Magellan jumped onto a horse behind the King of the Hunt, and he pushed the knight who was originally on the horse to the ground, and the dove took over the magpie's nest and joined the hunt.

From the severed neck of the headless black warhorse, black smoke wafted out with the terrifying neighing of horses, and the other knights in the wild hunt were indifferent to the attack, they seemed to be unaware.

Magellan drove his horse forward until he reached the King of the Hunt, knowing that no one in the ranks of the Wild Hunt would dare to go hand in hand with the leading knight, and this was a provocation.

Then the knight with the long beard slowly turned his head and looked at Magellan's face with his hooded eyes.

Magellan laughed.

He took the blindfold from his bosom and covered his left eye.

At that moment, the terrifying and noisy wild hunt was gone.

The sound in his ears changed from a crazy hunt chasing stupidity to a majestic march, and before Magellan's eyes, the King of the Wild Hunt showed his line-up, a one-eyed old man with a spear in his hand, and he was imposing.

That's Odin.

The shadows of the night had cleared, and the "greenery" had taken on a beautiful appearance in the starlight, and Odin's army had rushed through the beautiful meadows, up the rugged mountain trails, and up the steep peaks with lightning speed.

At the top of the mountain, Odin threw out his spear, the terrifying weapon that smashed the obstacle in front of him to pieces, and then the war horse with six hooves rushed towards the cliff.

In that instant, time slowed down.

Magellan knew that this was the time to choose.

Or, he follows Odin down the cliff to prove his mettle and enter Valhalla.

Or, he stopped here and gave up the opportunity to enter the Golden Palace.

Forward, falling, embracing death and eternal life afterward, stopping, returning, lamenting in the mortal world that you have given up the chance to prove your courage.