Niold, my great rival, the great leader of the Warners. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The war at the beginning was the greatest sin of my Odin's life.

I plunged my spear into your warm chest, mistaking you for a raging and unreasonable battle, the beginning of my foolishness.

Teacher Mimir, I'm afraid I won't have the opportunity to continue listening to your chattering wisdom.

Am I tired and am I going to sleep forever?

However, can't the feud between the Aesir Protoss and the Demon Clan be ended?

The rise of Ouranos has shaken my authority, will the Protoss continue to enjoy the light of the morning tomorrow?

Bald's (the god of light) has come to an end, and the jackdaw of dusk brings the news of his death. Freya told me that it was an undignified death for Tyr (the god of war) at the hands of the Titan god born to the goddess Gaia, and that even his usual pride was shattered. Thor is probably my ultimate hope. However, as Asa's divine powers waned, his thunder power waned day by day, and could he really match Ouranos and Titans? The resentment between his wife, Sif, and my brother Loki was like a growing net, and yet there was nothing I could do. If the end of the gods comes, only the patron god Heimdall and the thunder god Thor,

Life, my long journey of life has come to an end. The strange talk of the eternal life of the ruling God is indeed too absurd and ridiculous. It's just that what am I still afraid of before I die? Is it the situation of becoming an undead after death? No. Is it the fear of seeing Niold's and Mr. Mimir's soul again?

What am I afraid of?

The brilliance of the stars gave me the answer: the bond between me and the world can never be severed. Even if I am no longer here, I still have to let my soul defend this land that I love so much.

The greatest regret in my life is you, Friggia.

You said that you saw the future tragedy of our children, and that the fate of Badr and Khodr would be burned in the fire of death, and now that you think about it, I am afraid that it is the evil fruit that I have sown.

Frigga, my beautiful and moving queen of God, hate me, and pour all your grievances into my dying soul.

Let me carry the curse and your hatred.

Leave, leave this world that I love so much, and at the same time start to dread.

—Written by Odin twenty years before the end of the gods