Crystal rain fell from the sky, and cold air blew from the north of the Nordic continent, freezing to the point of shivering. The fog filled the mountains, like repeated smoke, and the mountains and the sky seemed to be connected together, like ancient paintings with a blue halo, and the wind whistled by, and the wind sounded like a banquet carried out by the devils of hell, and they laughed strangely at the banquet. As the wind swept through the mountains, the forest began to roar and rustle.

The whole world began to turn gray, the originally lush woods turned into dead branches and leaves in an instant, the blue of the sky did not know when it faded, and turned into a terrifying dark red, those uncomfortable dark reds rendered the whole earth, the air came with a pungent smell of blood, not far away, a person was sitting upright on a hill, his legs and feet seemed to disobey the call to move forward, as if there was a mysterious force pulling, closer and closer, closer and closer, until he reached the bottom of the hill.

That's not a normal hill at all! It was a hill of countless skeletons, at the top of the hill, a man covered in bandages sat on it with his head low, and his long knife was broken by his long knife, and the long knife was wrapped in bandages, not far away, a steel beast was walking towards the hill, the earth shook, the wind was howling, the iron hooves of the steel beast shook the earth under the dark red sky, and a billowing heat wave and hot white smoke rose behind it, and the white smoke rose straight into the sky. The feeling of death came suddenly, and the sky of Skull Mountain cracked open, and the hurricane scrambled out of the mouth, making a deafening and strange sound, and the ancient bells rang, resounding through the heavens and the earth, and it seemed that countless bards were singing hymns:

Darkness falls

The world began to fear

The White Messenger descends

Red blood flows

With a demonic mission

Descending to earth

The world began to fight back

The long fuchsia knife flies

A burning world

Crying out his name

A burning world

Crying out for the injustice of fate

……

"Ahhh Mei Lingta sat up suddenly, his breathing became short, his whole body was in a cold sweat, it was raining outside the window, the rain seeped in through the window, the lightning was like a white electric snake, illuminating the whole room in an instant, and the rumbling thunder seemed so noisy at the moment. Outside the window, the leaves rustled and the wind howled, as if the demons were having a party. He held his forehead and thought about the dream just now, it was too real, the feeling of dying and the vague steel beast, everything was too real and weird.

"What the hell was that?" Mei Lingta closed his eyes and held his forehead and said to himself. The ancient bells seemed to be in their ears, and the bards seemed to be chanting those ancient hymns not far away.

As soon as he got up, dizziness followed, followed by a headache, and he collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. He seemed to remember, it was a banquet, he was supposed to be holding a banquet, but why did he sleep here, he held his head and carefully recalled what had happened, only some scattered fragments of memory, the carriage, the princess, the monarch, and ...... Wine!

The moment he recalled the wine also confirmed his conjecture, because he drank wine at the dinner party, and his last memory was to toast the princess, well, toast...... Wait, toast, his brain quickly flashed countless images, it was himself singing, there were a lot of people, and then he fell to the ground, and the last glance was a stunned princess. "It's over, it's over, it's completely over now." Mei Lingta held her forehead in distress, and lost her temper in front of the princess, hateful. He slammed his weak fist into the white pillow, "What kind of wine, what kind of wine, this time I am embarrassed in front of the princess, now it is okay, the whole Haiqin country probably knows my embarrassment of drinking." He rolled around on the bed and looked up at the patterns of the marble ceiling, which writhed slowly like snakes, as if he had not sobered up. But things have happened, and getting drunk is an indisputable fact. He remembered that before he got drunk, Princess Sofina had sung a beautiful song to all the knights, and Meseta recalled the song, the notes in which it seemed to be baptized by God, and the melody of which seemed to have been heard somewhere. An ancient and melodious bell rang not far away, and it seemed that someone was chanting ancient scriptures, and when those scriptures were recited, there seemed to be a strange magic power, which kept people's thoughts moving away, and the chanting of those bards seemed to have been met somewhere, and at this moment, the bells rang in the sky, and the chanting of the bards suddenly became passionate and manic:

Darkness falls

The world began to fear

The White Messenger descends

Red blood flows

With a demonic mission

Descending to earth

……

Mei Lingta ran to the window and looked out the window through the glass, looking for the source of the sound, but there seemed to be no other people or animals outside the window except for the rustling of leaves, and lightning instantly lit up the whole room, followed by thunder. Voices continued to come from afar. Mei Lingta secretly wondered in his heart, could it be because he drank too much alcohol that caused auditory hallucinations, he frowned and shook his head, it was really troublesome, there were all kinds of troublesome things after getting drunk.

Perhaps he was too sleepy, so he fell asleep in bed again, but after falling asleep, countless images flashed through his mind, God, a man in silver armor, with a pair of white wings, and a long knife, and a dark red sky......

Deep in the hall of the Haiqin Kingdom

In the darkness, only the candle flame flickered, and in front of the square table, a pair of dry hands were clasped with ten fingers, and the jade rings on the fingers were particularly conspicuous, and the people sitting around the table wore black hoods, and they all wore jade rings on their hands, which symbolized the organization.

"The secrets of Varkala are about to be revealed, and it's time for you to get moving." The speaker sat upright, as if he were the head of the organization, and he leaned forward, and his thin face appeared in the darkness, and the candlelight hit his face, and his face was so thin that it seemed that only a skin remained, and his shriveled mouth was closed one by one, and all he spit out was the vicissitudes of time.

"The pattern of the world is about to change." Someone spoke in the dark, his voice deep and calm, "Is there a possibility that the Wanya Temple wants such a situation?" ”

"You mean to deliberately cause such a panic situation, in fact, you want to warn people who have thoughts about the Varkala country." In the darkness, a woman's voice rang out, her voice was arrogant and cold, and her tone of voice was as cold as an iceberg.

"Is there a possibility that the Vanya Temple actually wants to protect what is buried under the territory of Varkara from being discovered by others." The man who spoke was a boy.

They all disappeared in the darkness, except for the occasional candlelight hitting their faces, their shadows fluttering against the marble walls with the candlelight.

"Hahahaha!" Someone laughed in the dark, "For the first time, I thought someone with such thoughts would be in this room discussing a plan to change the world." ”

"It's just my guess!" The boy's angry roar made the atmosphere freeze instantly. The person who spoke seemed to realize that he was wrong, and wanted to explain it again, but the next words made the whole atmosphere burn.

"Dogs do jump over the wall when they're in a hurry, and today I can see it." The old man who laughed just now joked, "There are such people, I'm afraid that this plan has not started yet, and everyone will die in Huangquan."

"What did you say!" The boys slammed the table and got up, the candles flickering wildly, their shadows on the marble walls like man-eating demons, teeth and claws, bells ringing throughout the room, and at the same time there seemed to be a strong smell of gunpowder. The chant sounded, it was the boy chanting in the ancient language, the candle flame hissed, the flame around the flame sizzled, as if something was about to gush out of there, with a sound similar to the sizzling of a charcoal fire, it turned into a huge cupola flame, the flame bent down, and the people sitting around the table felt the burning sensation, they were calm, as if watching a circus cast their eyes on the boy's body, at this time, the flame grew scales, twisted the body of the flame, and spit out to the old man who had just laughed at the boy, The fiery snake's writhing body in front of the old man suddenly stood upright, ready to attack.

"Enough!!" A solemn voice sounded, and the fiery snake immediately drifted away and turned into the first candle flame. "I would like to ask you to think carefully about the purpose of our here, it is not only us who has changed the pattern of the world, there is another one, I don't think I need to say that you also know who it is." The old man who spoke was the head of the main seat, and his words made people awe-inspiring, and the atmosphere dropped to freezing point, and the boy sat down to signify the end of this farce.

"The dead demons have come for us." The old man was solemn, he propped up the square table, his fingers clasped tightly, and then said viciously, "It is because of him that the entire Nordic continent has made us unable to start the plan, and now that he has appeared, we can also open the Red Eye Project." ”

Someone spoke in the darkness: "I have already handed him the black and purple long knife. ”

"Good!" In the darkness, the old man's eyes were fierce, and he seemed to hate this man to the core. "Then from now on, the Red Eye Project ......" the old man paused.

"Turn on!"

The cold woman's voice was low, "It's finally begun." ”

The ancient bells rang out, they chanted the chant of the old language, the sound echoed in the room, sometimes high-pitched and sometimes low, the purple dazzling light filled the room, the phantom of the ancient king appeared, the eight-legged horse roared in the light curtain, the horse was dressed in armor, holding the artifact of the Norse world - Kungunir, it is said that Kungunir is a weapon of fate, once locked by Kungunir, no matter where you are in the world, this weapon will come to the door by itself to take your precious name, the bell stopped abruptly, Instead, the roar of an eight-legged steed was heard.

Outside the room, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, lightning was surging through the clouds, and a large number of birds were rushing towards the depths of the forest, they were afraid of something, and thunder resounded throughout the dark sky. None of these signs reveal that something terrible is coming. The noble knight with Kungunir came to life, dressed in silver armor and a blue cloak that breathed the breath of a king.

"Greetings to the Sovereign"

The king looked down at his returning subjects, his horse spitting red flames, blue breath spewing from the tip of the king's nose, the king pulling the reins, the eight-legged steed neighing, and with the ancient bells, Odin vanished.