The Greece Antagonist

Chapter 129: So it's you who's fishing for a legal case, right?



Ten days later, Wales, west coast.

The dwarf forged armor, black as clouds, reflects the first light of day, tens of thousands of round shields form a majestic iron curtain along the coastline. Beneath cloaks woven with crow feathers, the battle axes engraved with runes steam with cold mist, and the rows of bronze-edged spears arise like ice cones from the earth. In the pupils of each frost wolf, shadows of sea mist drift, fangs dripping with melted starlight. As battle songs carrying ice shards roll from the throats of berserkers, the entire earth begins to tremble:

"We come from the land of ice and snow

From the place where the sun of night and hot springs erupt

The Hammer of the Gods will steer our ships to new lands

To fight for tribal songs of crying glory!

Palace of Heroic Spirits, Valhalla

Bear witness here!"

Accompanied by a rough and heroic voice, thousands of Said wizards stepped forward.

At this time, several months had passed since the Savin Festival, the Celtic God Era had reached early winter, the weather had turned cold, the ground frozen hard as iron, and the sky was flurrying with large snowflakes.

But to the Norsemen accustomed to an ice and snow environment, this weather, which seemed harsh to the locals, felt like returning home.

Rune-engraved iron tools were dragged before the army formation, laid out in the symbol of Tyr's sword on the snow, and the bronze blood groove was condensed with the previous night's killed raven black ice. As the sunlight began to nibble at the edge of the clouds, the priests collected deified blood, pouring it into the Ireland Sea ahead, where the schools of salmon beneath turned their silver bellies, forming the track of Odin's ride, turning the originally tumultuous waters calm and peaceful.

The blind prophet, with wolf's stomach pouch, slit the throat of a pregnant mother bear and draped the steaming fetal membrane over the ship's mast. Among the cub's whimpers, mead seeped from the stone mortar on the altar, soaking the spearheads polished by warriors using fine iron. All the Midgard Tribe's battle axe blades simultaneously dipped into the flame's glowing pattern—the blood not yet flowing, yet all weapons trembled and gleamed, combining in the whirlwind to form the shadow of the Hall of Heroic Spirits.

Black ravens flew across the sky, and in the clash of meteorite and bone implements, the whites of the Norse warriors' eyes gradually turned the inky shade of raven feathers.

As the main priest slammed the final syllable into the frozen earth, the Viking ship's keel, crafted from meteorite iron, pierced the frost layer, and the statues of Aesir Gods, Warner Gods, Midgard God, Elf Goddess, Giant Goddess, and others placed on the deck flashed with divine patterns, turning into substantial blizzards, carrying the will of the Nordic gods sweeping across the Ireland Sea's surface, sounding the horn of war toward the other shore.

The pre-war sacrifice drew to a close as the Said wizards threw torches onto the altar, igniting the spices piled therein, sending gold flames shooting skyward.

Several dozens of spectators stepped out of the array, forming two lines, filing into the temple behind the army, and to the silver-haired, handsome youth sitting on the seat wearing a golden ring on the left hand and a silver-gray crown on the head, offered a chest salute:

"Lord Loki, our preparations are complete, what shall we do next, please instruct us."

The one speaking first was an extraordinary warrior.

Tall as a cold pine, with silver-white short hair as severe as frost, and deep blue eyes flickering with the eerie glow of magic power. Facial contours sharp as if carved by a blade, from the left eye to the side of the cheek extends a dark red divine pattern, adding a touch of divinity and age. Covered in heavy black-gold armor, with shoulder plates engraved with runes, flowing with dark golden brilliance, chest armor with sinister cracks hinting at the fierce battles with magical creatures. At the waist hung the magic sword Grammer, its blade like a cold moon, reflecting his stern visage—grim as Nordic snow storms, aloof as fallen stars, only when he looks down, does a hint of godless compassion seep through his brow.

——[Warrior King]Sigurd.

A member of the Nordic Volsung Divine Blood Family, inheriting the divine blood of Odin.

Personally chosen, mentored, and taught by Odin from numerous bloodlines, and specially granted the [Tree Sword]Gammer, thereby becoming the most powerful divine blood hero and the finest human warrior in the Midgard world.

Behind him, there were four other divine blood heroes with rough appearances and sturdy builds, embodying the standard attire of primitive Vikings:

Raven King Herolf, War-tooth King Harald, Blood Axe King Eric, Dragon Slayer Beowulf…

They came from the relatively traditional Viking clan, where a stable concept of a nation had not yet formed internally, worshiping martial power, following the stronger, and naturally flocking to the Warrior King Sigurd.

And on the other side, standing alongside Sigurd, was a bright-eyed young girl.

Her physique agile as a young wolf, with silver-gray long hair disheveled, her tips streaked with pale hues, like the intertwining of frost and smoke. Amber eyes blazed like molten gold. Wrapped in worn dark green leather armor, draped in a gray-brown cloak, with dual swords at the waist lightly swaying—steel sword sharp, silver sword shimmering. Fingers covered with fine calluses, palms retaining a faint scorch of magical patterns, wildness and solitude flowing across the brow like untamed whirlwind on the prairie.

——[Young Lion]Ciri.

Current Queen of the Northern Kingdom of Sintra, apprentice to the female sorceress Yennefer, half-student of Midgard God Loki, the prophetic son awaited by the elf clan, possessing rare time-space blood.

Contrary to the tribal leaders beside Sigurd, she represented the more civilized human kingdom, the Warlock Brotherhood, dark elves, dwarves, and others united.

Luo En's several old acquaintances: Grey Robe Gandalf, Black Yennefer, Dark Elf Queen Rose, the Seven Dwarf Kings, and Light Elf Queen Celestial all followed behind Ciri.

In simple terms, Sigurd and Ciri are the representatives of Odin and Luo En in the Midgard world.


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