“......”

Lanloth's expression was extremely complicated. If it weren't for knowing the truth of all this, it is possible that he would have been incited by Odin's words.

"But, I don't know where Hela is, and since I'm a Titan Guardian like you, I'm afraid I don't have the strength to talk about any relief. Once again, Lanlos patted the other party's ass without a trace, and shirked it very tactfully.

"Don't worry, I didn't send you to death. With a wave of Odin's hand, a golden mist quickly flooded the hall, "Hela has created a dark half-plane for herself and her fallen people, the Abyss of Hell. ”

"Not only that, but in order to be able to fight Valhalla, Hela uses the Abyss of Hell to provide refuge to those cursed sinners. When the worst of the wicked Viku die, a ship of dreadful bones of decaying bones emerges from the fog and carries their filthy souls to Hela. ”

The golden mist gradually lifted, and a massive battleship like a bone dragon slowly appeared in front of Lanloth's eyes. The terrible maw that occupied the entire bow of the ship came at him, as if it was about to swallow everything about him.

A second before the ship hit his body, the fog dispersed. The hall was still golden and splendid, as if the cold and dark scene just now had never appeared.

"Nagfar will soon reappear, and I want you to infiltrate it and destroy it once and for all before it sails into the depths of the Underworld. Without giving the other party time to digest, Odin said as he stretched out his finger and pointed at his eyebrows, "The route of this ship is much shorter than expected, you must pay attention to the time." After you complete your mission, my blessing will help you get out of the collapsed plane passage immediately. ”

Blessing?

Just wondering, Lan Luo suddenly felt a warmth in his eyebrows, and hurriedly controlled the magic power to turn into a water curtain, only to find that he had a pair of golden wings on his forehead at some point. Just like the wings of the Varghri hovering above the main hall, beautiful and sacred.

"Go ahead, I look forward to seeing you again. ”

Lanlos was about to say something, but Odin ignored it, and with a wave of his big hand, a dazzling golden light immediately fell from the sky and smashed mercilessly on his head. With the light fleeting, the figure of the elf also completely disappeared into the hall.

Looking at the empty center, Odin's solemn eyes suddenly flashed with a faint light.

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Stormfjord is a treacherous terrain, especially in the middle of it, where the sea splits the continent in half from the highest point of the mountain, and the high cliffs on both sides almost completely block out the fjord from the sun. The port is located at the mouth of the northern part of the strait, where there is relatively more land, plus the terrain is open and the river is gently flattened, and the rich natural resources and natural large harbor have become a large gathering place for the Viku people to survive.

At least, it used to be.

Sitting on the bank of the river, Gale gazed intently at the harbor that was flooded by thick fog. He was the administrator of the Harbor, and he was young compared to the chiefs of other large villages. Before the previous village chief abandoned his duties and joined other clans, he never imagined that he would one day be in charge of the entire Scorn Tide Harbor.

That's not something to be happy about, though.

"My lord, I don't think we'll have to wait any longer. Behind him, a Viku guard said in disbelief.

Gail didn't reply, still keeping his old movements, staring at the dead mist.

Yes, dense fog. I don't know how many years ago, at the most prosperous moment of the Tide Harbor, this thick fog came so quietly. At first, people thought it was just the weather, but slowly, strange things followed. The fishermen who went out to hunt, the caravans that stopped here, and even the people who walked by the sea after dinner, all disappeared without exception.

The perennial fog not only slowly eats away at the courage and lives of the Viku people, but also completely blocks the light of the harbor. Without the moisture of the sun for a long time, their skin became more and more dull, their physique gradually became thin and weak, and the most disturbing thing was that their priests could not get in touch with their ancestors and gods.

In this way, the port of the tide ushered in an irreversible decline. The people fled, trade was cut off, and the first seaport of Viku, which had flourished for a time, was buried forever under the thick fog.

After all the calculations, the current port of Defiant Tide, the militia guard led by Gayle, and the fleet he was looking forward to risking their lives to go to sea to collect supplies, were only a hundred or so people.

Gail looked back at the dense Viku huts rooted in the middle of the cliff and stretched to the shore, and his mood was bitter to the extreme. It used to be full of laughter and laughter, but the arrival of this thick fog completely engulfed all this.

"Look!"

His thoughts were interrupted by the exclamations of his subordinates, and Gail quickly collected his emotions and returned his gaze to the fog. The next moment, several increasingly clear shadows made him finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Haha, Tide Caller, come and see what we've brought back?!" The hearty and heroic laughter seemed to temporarily dispel the surrounding fog, and as the sound quickly approached the shore, three fishing boats appeared in Gael's sight.

Ignoring the big man dancing with excitement, Gail's gaze swept over the faces of everyone on the boat, and only after making sure that there were no fewer people did he turn his attention to the man in charge.

"Collon, how many times have I said that going to sea is a very dangerous thing, and you must return on time, this fog will change dramatically every few days, if you ......"

"All right, my brother. The man named Colon plucked his ears impatiently, "I'm tired of hearing that." ”

"Also, don't call me Collon, call me the Dragon Hunter, haha!" As he laughed smugly, everyone on the boat echoed, causing the group on the shore to look at each other in confusion.

Crash!

The canvas on the ship was lifted, causing the clash of chains, and a turquoise figure much larger than the Vikus, and blue eyes full of anger and a little panicked.

That is, the color of the sky.

That's it, a blue dragon!

"Roar!"

Seeing light again, the dragon struggled to roar, but she could not break free from her shackles in the hands of these mighty Viku warriors.

"Blue dragons?" Gail frowned, "I've heard of these creatures, they're slender but smarter than storm dragons. ”

"However, I remember that their habitat was on the other side of the continent, where did you find it?"

"Just on the shore of the estuary, we saw a golden light, and by the time we arrived, it was bound by these chains. "This must be a miracle, it must be a gift from the god-king Odin!"

"Miracles?" Gail's brow furrowed even deeper, and he beckoned the warriors who had dragged the dragon ashore closer, scrutinizing the chains. It's not that he didn't believe Collon's words, but if the gods remembered them, Tideport wouldn't have fallen to where it is today.

Turning his head and looking at his brother with a smug face, Gail shook his head helplessly: "Don't be too happy, this may be the prey of other clans, I don't know what happened to be picked up by you." ”

"You've always been like that. Being poured a basin of cold water, Colon was also a little displeased, "Even if it was someone else's prey before, but now, it belongs to me! I want to tame it, it and I will become the heroes who break through this fog!"

As Colon dragged the struggling dragon away, Gail let out a long sigh and turned his head to look at the churning fog of the sea.

Miracles, is it?

I don't know if it's an illusion, a faint golden light is fleeting in the thick fog, although only for a moment, but it is still faintly reflected in Gael's eyes.