Greece brings evildoers - Chapter 503

The next morning.

Since they had a face-to-face encounter with the three kings of the elves, Ciri, Galadriel, and Rose seemed to have broken through a barrier and their relationship became closer.

In the early morning, they went out together, talking and laughing, and went to the market in Turin to buy supplies, leaving Lorne alone in the empty room.

Having nothing to do, Lorne first played a few rounds of variant Gwent with the old man Gandalf in the courtyard, and then walked out of the door, ready to go to the library in Turin to investigate the three Fafnir brothers.

Walking and stopping along the way, taking in the scenery along the way, Lorne couldn’t help but sigh at the unique forging culture of the dwarves.

Almost every household has a forging furnace, and the sound of forging the original embryo and quenching the metal is endless. From small farm tools and cooking utensils to large weapons and warships, they can all be produced in the dwarf workshop.

It can be said that every adult dwarf is a skilled craftsman with superb skills. The entire city of Turin is a huge arsenal.

Moreover, compared with the excessive pursuit of perfection and refinement by the elves, the dwarf craftsmanship pays more attention to mass production and practicality. In a word, it is a combination of thick skin and durability and large quantity.

In addition, the seven major clans of the dwarves have been unified, so once the war breaks out, the dwarves, who are twisted into a rope, can provide a steady stream of weapons and equipment for their allies at any time.

Thinking of this, Loen’s eyes flickered, and the thoughts surging in his mind seemed to vaguely reveal a corner of the fog of this [Dragon Disaster].

Just as he was walking and thinking, a figure in the crowd attracted his attention.

It was a tall woman with a good figure that was so good that it was tempting to commit a crime. Her long silver-gray hair was scattered on her bare shoulders, revealing some relaxation and laziness, but under the cold black dress, there was a faint smell of blood and roses.

As his eyes moved to the woman’s facial features, a smile appeared in Lorne’s eyes.

Freya.

Or rather, Freya who changed her hair and eye color with magic.

As if she had sensed the faint peeping from the crowd, Freya paused, and the original laziness on her body disappeared. Then she lowered her body, took advantage of the obstacles of the crowd and buildings, and quickly turned into a small alley.

She felt very stealthy.

Is she going to do something shameful?

Lorne muttered to himself, then restrained his breath and quietly followed.

After a series of turns, Freya came to a low and dark alley.

After carefully checking the surroundings, she breathed a sigh of relief, threw a few pieces of dried meat on the ground, and snorted coldly:

“Come here!”

After a rustling sound, several arrogant and sinister creatures emerged from the shadows, ran to Freya’s feet on four short legs, and buried their heads in fighting for the dried meat on the ground.

“Don’t worry, there’s more.”

While scolding these little greedy ghosts, Freya squatted down and took out more dried meat.

Soon, more hungry little things came out, and competed to show their talents under the temptation of food.

The black and white cat climbed onto Freya’s knees and gently flicked its tail. The delicate white cat jumped onto Freya’s head and blended into the silver hair. The thin kitten was spinning around Freya’s feet, making milk sounds from time to time for feeding.

The affection clearly showed that Freya had been feeding them for a long time.

At this moment, the Valkyrie, surrounded by cats, was happily stroking a calico cat in one hand and throwing jerky in the other:

“Everyone has something to eat, everyone has something to eat!”

Seeing this, Loen, who was hiding behind the corner, was immediately in tears.

I almost forgot that Freya was a cat lover.

So, this was a disguise, a detour, and the process was like a spy meeting, and in the end, she came here secretly to feed and stroke the cats?

Although Loen was a little disappointed, he still took a few photos of Freya with the crystal stone to keep as a black history in the archives in accordance with the principle of not returning empty-handed.

At this time, Freya had fed more than a dozen wild cats around her and stood up like a queen to patrol her territory.

When she walked to a pile of metal blanks, she saw the unfamiliar face in the gap and immediately raised her eyebrows:

“New here? Come out and let me see.”

Hearing the question, the orange cat in the gap between the metal blanks glanced at Freya on the outside in confusion, then turned around and continued to sleep in the shadow.

“Don’t understand?”

Freya, who had seen countless cats, thought for a moment, bent down and lay on the ground, making similar movements as cats, communicating with the outsider hidden in the metal blank in the language of cats:

“Meow~Meow~Meow?”

“?”

The orange cat turned his head and looked at Freya with more confusion, and even a hint of contempt.

In fact, let alone the orange cat, even Lorne, the old boss, couldn’t help but raise his hands to cover his face when he saw Freya shaking her head and tail, and couldn’t bear to look directly.

I didn’t expect that the iron-blooded rose on the battlefield actually had such an abstract side in private.

I don’t know who looks more like a cat, her or the one under the metal blank, after putting on cat ears and a cat tail.

At this moment, the Valkyrie King, who was completely unaware of her shattered image, saw that her persuasion to surrender was ineffective, and snorted coldly:

“Heh, you are quite arrogant!”

The plump body half-entered the gap between the metal blanks, and reached out to grab the orange cat lying in the corner, vowing to arrest this uninvited guest and torture him in her arms.

Seeing the approaching claws, the orange cat jumped up alertly, and with flexible movement, it got out from the other end of the gap.

“Want to run? No way!”

Freya quickly followed and forced the orange cat into the corner.

Then, the Valkyrie King smiled triumphantly, stretched out her claws, and probed inch by inch towards the cute creature in the corner with no way to escape:

“Hehe, a little cat like you still wants to escape from my palm?”

This cat slave is really hopeless…

When Loen secretly complained, he couldn’t help but see that the weak, helpless and pitiful little cat in the corner was bending its waist, its hair exploded, and a low hum like thunder came out of its throat, obviously entering an attacking posture.

A sense of danger climbed into his heart for no reason.

Loen’s expression suddenly changed, and he shouted:

“Get out of the way!”

The familiar feeling of pulling the string surged into his heart, and Freya’s body moved to one side uncontrollably.

At the same time, the orange cat in the corner opened its mandibles, and several forked scarlet cores shot out from its mouth, brushing past Freya’s figure and hitting the metal embryos piled in the alley.

Amid a series of clanging collisions, the extremely hard metal embryos were rolled into the orange cat’s mouth by the forked scarlet cores and disappeared in an instant.

Seeing such a strange scene, Freya took a breath of cold air and immediately switched to the form of a Valkyrie, holding a golden sword and shield, concentrating on guarding against the seemingly harmless orange cat in the corner.

As if sensing a threat, the orange cat retreated with a low hum, and then jumped onto the wall. After a few jumps, it disappeared in the crowd on the street in an instant.

As the crisis was resolved, Freya breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear.

Just at the moment of confrontation just now, she actually had a premonition of death.

And the opponent was actually a harmless orange cat?

A strong sense of absurdity surged in her heart, and Freya’s thoughts were in a mess.

But in a moment, she suppressed her distracting thoughts and walked quickly to the corner of the alley.

Looking at the empty area, Freya was not surprised. She reached out and touched the wall that still had a trace of breath, and her eyes flickered.

That feeling, that voice…

No mistake, he is back!

Freya released the state of Valkyrie, stretched her slender waist lazily, and raised the corners of her lips happily.

The dwarf dragon disaster, the nine realms shook.

So, that guy is probably among them!

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At this moment, Loen shuttled through the crowd, searching for the traces of the orange cat, while his thoughts were flying in his mind.

What was that just now… the Devourer?

No!

This is the Nordic God Age, how could there be such a thing!

Loen shook his head, decisively rejected this answer, and recalled the scenes he saw in the alley just now.

Swallowing dozens of tons of metal embryos in one breath… the appearance of a cat…

Swallowing… a cat… can pose a threat to the Lord God…

Suddenly, Loen thought of a legend, and the answer came to his mind.

The cat that cannot be lifted-the world serpent Jörmungandr!

Yes, it should be this thing.

In Norse mythology, Jörmungandr once appeared in the image of a cat in the giant country of Jotunheim, competing with Thor, the god of thunder. As powerful as Thor is, he can only lift one of its legs.

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As the identity of the orange cat was locked, Loen couldn’t help rubbing his slightly sore eyebrows.

He remembered that the winter god Skadi, who came to Turin to attend the pre-war meeting this time, was accompanied by an orange cat.

Judging from the fur color and appearance, it should be the one just now.

The giant wolf Fenrir, the goddess of death Hela, and the world serpent Jörmungandr…

I didn’t expect that the three culprits who started the Norse Ragnarok would gather so quickly.

And it seems that the three pots are evenly distributed.

Holo was born in the atrium, Hela was created in the Asgard, and the giants who harbored Jörmungandr also had a share. Once Ragnarok comes and the world collapses, no one can say who is innocent.

Northern Europe is getting more and more lively…

Lorne groaned in pain, followed the remaining smell of Jörmungandr, and walked quickly into an alley.

Because of the fast speed, he almost bumped into the purple-red figure coming towards him.

Skadi’s face was cold at first, and then after seeing the face of the person coming, his expression eased a little, and asked in a deep voice:

“What are you looking for? So anxious?”

“Just now on the road, a strange cat took my things.”

“What does it look like?”

“About this long, orange-yellow hair, and the tongue that sticks out will be forked.”

Lorne gestured as he spoke, and the content was half true and half false.

Skadi listened and gradually frowned:

“Could it be it?”

“Do you know it?”

“It might be the one in my house. I’ll help you find it.”

Lorne readily agreed and went with Skadi to look for the orange cat that committed the crime.

However, after searching the surrounding alleys, the two found nothing.

Skadi looked around and couldn’t help but feel a little confused:

“Strange, where did it go?”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s just a few raw embryos for forging. It’s not a big deal.”

“How about this, I’ll take you to where we live later. It will definitely go back when it gets tired of walking outside. When the time comes, we’ll catch it and let it spit out what it swallowed!”

Lorne nodded in agreement.

And the more reasonable he was, the more sorry Skadi felt. He said with a little embarrassment:

“However, it may have to wait until the evening. I still have some things to do now.”

“Want to help?”

Skadi thought for a moment and did not refuse Lorne’s kindness.

The two of them walked out of the alleyway one after another and headed towards the low-rise residential area on the east side of Turin City.

And when the two people walked away, the light patterns in a small courtyard two streets away were broken, and a strange little head broke free from the restraints and looked behind him in surprise:

“Second sister? Why are you here!”

At the same time, the criminal orange cat lay on top of the girl’s head, licking its paws leisurely.

“I’ll take care of business.” Belludanti replied in a deep voice, then let go of her arms, glared at the most naughty sister, and said, “It’s you, Shikodi, aren’t you in Jotunheim? Why? Came to the dwarf country?”

When Shikodi heard this, she immediately waved her hand and said with a bitter look on her face: “Don’t mention it, eldest sister, she has gone crazy for some reason and is now chasing me all over the world! Look at that posture, if she is caught, I will not die. I have to shed my skin, how can I dare to stay in Jotunheim? So, I came to the dwarf country with Skadi to avoid being beaten to death.”

After pouring out the bitter water, Shikodi’s face tightened, she clenched her fists and waved them hard in the air:

“I don’t know who leaked the news and told her that I was in Jotunheim. If I get caught, I will make that guy look good!”

“Then how are you going to retaliate against her?”

“Needless to say? Of course you are feeding my cat extra food!”

Shikodi gritted her teeth and expressed her plan.

That expression seemed so fierce and cute, but it secretly exuded a kind of coldness without anger or authority.

As the goddess of fate, she is the most willful and dangerous of the three sisters.

Legend has it that one time the three Nolen sisters traveled to Denmark. When a nobleman was about to give birth to his first son, they entered the nobleman’s home and went straight into the mother’s bedroom. The eldest sister Urd promised that the newborn baby would be handsome and brave, and Belludandish promised that the newborn baby would become a rich man and a great poet. Before Shikoti could say anything, the noble’s neighbors had already heard about this miracle. They crowded into the room and violently pushed Shikoti off the chair. So Sikoti stood up and said with displeasure: The generosity of her two sisters was in vain, because she would promise that the newborn baby’s life would only be as long as the small candle by the bed.

At that time, the small candle had burned more than half and was about to burn out. The mother hugged the baby, her heart was broken, and she begged. The second sister, Belludante, couldn’t bear it, but she couldn’t get her sister’s words to be taken back. Finally, the eldest sister Urd took off the small candle and blew it out, handed it to the mother, and told her to keep it until one day her son was tired of living, and then take it out and burn it.

The matter was resolved satisfactorily, and the child lived an extremely long life, more than three hundred years.

From this, we can see the differences in the personalities of the three sisters:

The eldest child is mature and steady, the second child is kind and gentle, and the third child is willful and bold.

At this moment, after hearing the revenge plan from her sister, Belludante couldn’t suppress the anger in her heart no matter how gentle and amiable she was. She raised her fist and hit her sister on the head:

“Extra food? Look who is giving who extra food today!”

The iron fist fell, and the orange cat jumped up quickly, hiding in the shadows and shivering.

Shikodi, on the other hand, held her swollen head and squatted on the ground with tears in her eyes, drawing circles:

“Why are you so heavy-handed? I didn’t know you were the one who told the secret.”

“Then do you know why the eldest sister is so angry that she wants to chase you?”

“Why?”

“Because if you run away, you will hurt me badly!”

Beludanti lifted up the bangs on her forehead with a cold face, revealing a divine seal wrapped in golden flames.

At this time, as the investigation into the dragon disaster continues to deepen, the golden ring of flames is gradually closing, outlining an increasingly complete master-slave contract.