The system has to be used even if it is pulled

Zhao Yuanlang suddenly inserted himself between the two of them. The stranger looked at Zhao Yuanlang's burly figure and asked, "Or maybe you are? Your body shape is very suitable for it?"

"Excuse me, who are you looking for? Is there any misunderstanding?"

"I'll come find him!"

"I'm sorry, what is he you're talking about?"

"Giant! The last frost giant!"

"Obviously we're not!"

Kratos' face suddenly darkened. He thought the other party was looking for his wife.

"Who knows if you might be hiding other people? If possible, let me go in and search!"

"Impossible! Get out of here quickly, you are not welcome here!" Kratos pushed the stranger.

The stranger stumbled back a few steps, then stepped forward and looked at Kratos: "You'll have to kill me if you want me to leave!"

Then the stranger threw a series of punches at Kratos. Although Kratos' temper was much better now, he was still the same person. He punched the stranger away with a backhand punch.

The stranger fell to the ground, quickly stood up, and then threw a backhand punch, sending Kratos across the roof.

"Father!" Atreus panicked and wanted to go over to see his old father.

Zhao Yuanlang grabbed Atreus and picked him up: "It's okay, kid, you don't know how terrible your father is when he's angry."

The stranger flew up and suddenly punched Kratos in the air, knocking him out again. Kratos was hit directly into the rock.

Although the bald man is old, he still has his fighting spirit. Looking at the stranger rushing towards him, he pushes him down with his backhand, then pulls him up and starts punching him.

But the wounds on this stranger healed surprisingly quickly.

The battle continued, mountains collapsed, houses collapsed, trees broke, rocks rolled down, Kratos used his last bit of strength to break the stranger's neck and threw him off the cliff, then he walked over.

Atreus was confused. This was his father. Was his father so brave?

"Let's go! We need to leave here, you go too!" Kratos snatched Atreus from Zhao Yuanlang's arms, and then took Atreus into the dilapidated house.

"This has nothing to do with me! You can't blame me!"

Kratos didn't say anything, but quickly packed up his things with Atreus and left.

Really speechless.

At this moment, the stranger appeared in front of the house again. He glanced around intactly: "Where is he! Where is that bastard? Oh, there is another one. It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter! It's the same with you! Tell me, where did he go?"

Zhao Yuanlang looked at the grumpy stranger, raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Bader!"

Huh? He actually knew his name. Balder calmed down and looked at Zhao Yuanlang: "Who are you? Judging from your attire, you are not one of us. Are you from Greece?"

"That's right!"

"Greeks! What are you doing here? You should know that we don't welcome you!"

"Okay, I know. It's not up to you to decide whether you welcome me or not. That's up to Odin!"

"I hate the tone of your voice. The tone you used with that person just now really annoys me!"

"Okay, I apologize, can I go now?"

"Tell me where he went?"

"I do not know."

"It seems like you won't say anything unless I give you some strength!"

Just as Balder, the god of light, was about to attack, he found that he couldn't move at all. Zhao Yuanlang looked at Balder with a smile: "I said, you can't do it. It takes Odin to do it. Goodbye, you who have no feelings!"

As Zhao Yuanlang disappeared in front of him, he shouted frantically, "Damn it! Come back to me! You must know how to break the magic on me! Come back!"

But this was just a useless cry. Apart from the cold wind and drifting snowflakes, he got no response.

.......

The God of War and his old father moved forward all the way. On the one hand, they wanted to avoid strangers, and on the other hand, they wanted to fulfill the last wish of Kratos' wife, the God of War's mother, and scatter her ashes on the highest peak of Midgar.

On the way, the God of War began to grow. He killed a man, and then they met the dwarf Brok and the witch in the forest. When they met the World Serpent, Kratos felt that things were starting to get complicated.

Especially when the witch in the woods came out from time to time to help him and his son, he felt that he had stepped into a vortex of trouble.

But he had no choice but to continue the adventure, he promised his wife, and he would teach his son from now on.

They encountered a lot, until they encountered the dragon Leithaler. The God of War looked at his old father in disbelief. He knew his father was strong enough, but that dragon was as tall as a mountain. He couldn't believe it when he saw his father kill the dragon. His father's calm eyes seemed to make killing the dragon a common thing, and he didn't feel the slightest bit of fear. Was his father really a mortal? The little God of War fell into deep thought.

"You know exactly what we're here for!"

They heard voices from the mountain at the foot of the cliff. It was the tattooed man who came to their house last time. There were two people beside him. The three of them were questioning a person trapped in a tree.

"Tell me where the tattooed man and the others are going. Tell me and I will go talk to Odin."

"Your father won't let me go, Balder. You know very well that he won't let you kill me. You can't seduce me, and threats won't work. Take these two bastards with you and get out of here right now!"

The three of them tried in vain and left after saying a few harsh words.

Seeing this, the God of War and his old father climbed up the cliff.

"Ah! Just now I was talking about you, and you showed up here with your child."

Kratos frowned at the people trapped in the tree, "Kid, check the way they left and make sure no one is left behind."

The little God of War wanted to say a few more words, but seeing his old father's stern gaze, he went to check obediently.

"Your son has no idea who you are or how terrible you are."

Kratos strode up to the man and looked at the man with horns on his head and only one eye left.

"who are you?"

"You all call me Mimir, the wisest of the nine realms. I have answers to any of your questions."

"Why is the son of Odin hunting me?"

Mimir choked, he didn't know the answer to this question: "Well, my knowledge is insufficient."

"How long have you been here!"

"Odin has imprisoned me here for 109 winters."

As it happened, the little War God came. Kratos took a look at the little War God and said, "This child's mother passed away. She wanted us to scatter her ashes on the highest mountain in the Nine Realms."

"Emmm, I mean you've come to the wrong place. This is not the highest mountain. The highest mountain is in Jotunheim, the land of giants."

Atreus shouted angrily, "Ah!"

Kratos has learned to control his anger and use his brain over the years. He frowned and wondered in his heart, what exactly does his wife want to do?