God's Descend

Mimir Temple is not allowed to enter and leave at will, but in fact the guards are not so strict.In fact, every "treasure" in the temple has a prohibition left by the high-level protoss, and unless your divine power is higher than that of the caster, you cannot touch it.

The most important thing in the temple is the Fountain of Wisdom. Sif, the Goddess of Harvest, casts a high-level protective spell around the spring, even if someone with ulterior motives comes in, they cannot touch it.

Therefore, there are less than ten people in Asgard who can really touch it without restriction.As for the protoss in this position, no one would be so stupid as to make the main god Odin wary just for a sip of "spring water".

The adjutant didn't think much about it, he was ready to leave after telling him a few words, but before he left, he stopped him, hesitated and said: "Although our lord looks unreliable, we are actually very serious people... ..."

It took several seconds for Jiang Yunan to react, and asked in a daze, "...Your Excellency?" Do you mean Sif?

Sif told him that he was just an idle priesthood, did he not expect his status to be considered low?

The adjutant knew he had said something wrong, so he stopped talking and left after saying a few more words.

Jiang Yunan walked in, and there were many intricate and delicate paintings drawn on the dome above. The fountain of wisdom runs through the entire picture, connecting the pictures like winding lines.

From the beginning of creation to the origin of the fountain of wisdom, the legend of Mimir, the god of wisdom, and Odin's eye-gouging.Going forward, there are some memorabilia and praises to the main god Odin.

There was a blond man surrounded by flowers and sunlight on the screen, Jiang Yunan froze for a moment, this is Odin?Could it be that the high protoss all have long golden hair?

He looked up as he walked and watched, lost in thought for a moment, there was a downward staircase in front of him, he stepped on the ground, and fell down with an exclamation of "ah".

He closed his eyes tightly, and his first reaction was that he was so embarrassing in the temple, fortunately no one saw it...

The next moment, he fell into an embrace.

The person at the bottom of the stairs seemed to be about to leave when he fell, so they reached out to catch him.

"Are you okay?"

The man's voice was like sunlight after the rain, and the whisper of a cello, passing by Jiang Yunan's ears, a thunderbolt exploded in his heart.

Jiang Yunan raised his head abruptly, and when he saw his face, his eyes widened suddenly, and he stared at him without blinking - it was Zhuyin's face, but it was slightly different from Zhuyin.

He can be sure that this is the person he saw in the light curtain that day.Probably because only the profile appeared in the light curtain, he couldn't see the man's eyes.

His eyes were of a different color, the left one was green, the right was a very pale gray.When looking at people, it looks like a god on high, giving people an inexplicable sense of distance.

For some reason, the moment Jiang Yunan saw this man, he had already clearly described everything about him in his mind——

He should be as gentle and considerate as Zhuyin, but with a stronger sense of distance from others.He is estranged, restrained, polite, and well-bred. When he sits, his waist is still straight, his posture is dignified and noble, and he will not frown when encountering difficult things.

How could he know so much, not even himself.

The man's gaze, which was originally as silent as water, paused when it touched the eyes of the elf in his arms. His gaze fluctuated for a moment, and then returned to its original appearance.

"you……"

As soon as he spoke, the elf boy in his arms pushed his arm and jumped to the ground.The boy stared at him intently, his bright black eyes seemed to be shining.

"Are you Lord Fenrir?" Before he could answer, the boy smiled, "Mr. Fenrir, I didn't expect to see you here."

The man's whole portrait is made up of light sources, his skin is as white as snow, his blond hair hangs down his shoulders, and even his eyelashes are golden.

His long eyelashes drooped slightly, and he couldn't see what expression he had.After a while, he raised his eyes and showed a gentle smile: "Well, are you an elf?"

If this sentence is heard by other protoss, their jaws will definitely drop in shock.This is obviously nonsense, Jiang Yunan's iconic pointed ears and delicate face, what else can they be if they are not elves?However, Lord Odin, the Lord God, cherishes words like gold, and never says useless words or do useless things. Loki once teased him: a sentence must be twisted and twisted in the intestines before it is willing to spit it out.

Poor Jiang Yunan just came from the "countryside" and doesn't know anything about Odin.In fact, the situation in the nine kingdoms is unstable, and the high-level protoss rarely leave the main city. It is normal for outsiders to not know the appearance of the main god.

"I'm a student of the nearby Odin Academy." Jiang Yunan knew there was no need to say so much, but he just couldn't help it.If he doesn't say a little more, this person might leave, "My lord, why are you here?"

"Passing by," Odin asked, "how did you get in?"

Jiang Yunan thought that Sif said that he had mentioned him to Fenrir, and did not hesitate: "I am a little curious about this place, Sif ordered someone to bring me in. He is one of your subordinates. I don't know if you have no impression?"

Odin still had the same expression, and he didn't change a bit. He said "hmm" and didn't answer his question: "It's quite big here. Where do you want to go, I can take you there."

Jiang Yunan found out that he was determined to find Fenrir at first, but now that he did find him, he didn't know what to do.

"I don't know, what should Lord Fenrir think?"

Odin smiled, took his hand naturally, and walked deep into the hall: "Follow me."

The hand being held didn't seem to be his own anymore, and with that hand as the source, a numb feeling spread all over his body.Jiang Yunan was in a daze, he hardly had the time to listen to the man explaining to him, and he didn't come back to his senses until Odin asked him something.

For some reason, it was clear that he and the "Zhu Yin" of this world were still strangers, but he had such a big reaction.

"Excuse me," he was a little embarrassed, "what did you just say?"

Odin repeated it gently: "If you go to the Fountain of Wisdom, you may see Mimir's head. If you are afraid, we will not go."

Jiang Yunan has never seen any bloody scenes. In the last world, he witnessed the tragedy of himself after the explosion, but he was shocked and replied indifferently: "It doesn't matter."

Odin took his hand and walked inside.The sound of water gradually approached, and they entered an open space.The main hall is about a hundred feet high, and the only source of light is right in front of you.

In the darkness, water flows down from a high place, and the splashing water is surrounded by countless light spots, converging into the spring below it.The spring water is like the dew of the nine heavens, and the moonlight melts in it, exuding a bright light that illuminates the lifelike statues in the hall.

Odin said: "These are the high-level protoss of the past dynasties, some are still alive, but you can only see more in history books."

Jiang Yunan smiled when he heard the words, and just about to say something, his eyes froze, and an unspeakable feeling of disgust surged in his chest.

The head soaked in the spring water was originally facing away from them, only the back of the head with sparse hair was exposed, it probably sensed someone, it suddenly turned around, a pair of bloodshot and mysterious eyes stared at him closely, the corners of its lips were exposed Smile with good intentions.

Yu.

Hee.

alone.

Family.

Jiang Yunan finally knew what "Fenlier" meant when he asked him.Really disgusting.

From the fracture of the head and neck, countless blood-red thick roots like blood vessels were inserted into the soil below the spring water, and the "vessels" were still pulsating, like the rhythmic beating and contraction of the heart.

Mimir stared at his face for a while, then glanced at Odin, and looked at him again, the pulse of the excited blood vessels became faster, and there were blue and purple tendons bursting out: "Ah, it's you ..."

His eyes were morbidly crazy, with a bit of schadenfreude, making Jiang Yunan's hair stand on end and goosebumps all over his body.

Odin suddenly stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and pulled him into his arms with the other hand: "Don't look if you don't want to look."

His seemingly inorganic eyes slowly landed on Mimir's head, his voice was clearly very soft, but with a bit of irresistible momentum: "How old are you, why are you still scaring children?"

Mimir rolled his eyeballs, "Hehe" smiled and turned away and stopped talking.

The embrace of "Fenrir" was very warm, and Jiang Yunan was in a daze for a moment, and suddenly wanted to cry for some reason.

And actually he was crying.

Big drops of tears fell down, wet Odin's palm.Odin seemed a little surprised. He turned the boy who had just reached his chest, and took out a handkerchief to wipe away the tears on his face.

"Why are you crying?"

Jiang Yunan found this body very annoying.Not only does she look like a twat, but she is also a crybaby. Not only does she love to cry, she cries endlessly, which is very annoying.

He took the handkerchief and wiped it on his face a few times. Because he was impatient, he didn't care about the severity of his hands, and the skin was reddened.It hurt a little from wiping, my nose was sore, and tears came out again.

Hold.

Mimir laughed wheezingly: "Bitch, that's why I hate elves the most." Odin glanced at him, and he didn't dare to speak again.

After a while, Jiang Yunan stopped.He hiccupped and looked at the blond man in front of him with red eyes, and had to admit that the "candle shade" in this world was indeed very attractive.

"Thank you, Lord Fenrir."

Odin smiled politely: "You're welcome. The Asa Protoss are very inclusive and not exclusive. You just came to the main city, if you have any doubts or grievances, you can tell me."

Jiang Yunan nodded, racking his brains trying to come up with some topics, but still inevitably fell into an awkward silence.

Odin asked again: "Can you keep up academically?"

"Everything else is fine," Jiang Yunan thought for a while, but decided to express his doubts, "I don't seem to be very good at magic... Are there some elves who are born without magic?"

Odin looked at him with strange eyes, rolled the handkerchief with his fingertips under the wide cuff, and quickly let it go, his expression was calm: "There are indeed, but they are very few... What do you use? Magic book?"

""Elementary Healing Technique" and "Introduction to Light Magic"."

Odin said: "Maybe your talent is no longer in this area, you can try other magic systems, such as combat magic and elemental magic."

Jiang Yunan is a half-assed fake elf, not very clear about these categories, so he smiled: "Okay, thank you, sir."

After saying a few more words, a protoss came in, knelt down on one knee and saluted: "My lord."

The Protoss probably feared the presence of outsiders, so they didn't say anything, but Odin understood.He looked at the boy beside him: "I'm leaving, nice to meet you...what's your name?"

Jiang Yunan came to the main city this time to replace Iliad's younger brother.Even if he knew that the person facing him was Zhuyin, he didn't dare to be careless and still used a false name.

"My name is Ino, my lord."

Odin nodded slightly, and quickly left the temple.Jiang Yunan also walked out some distance away, and before he reached the door, he saw him flying into the sky on a celestial horse, surrounded by a group of god attendants kneeling on one knee.

Jiang Yunan looked up for a while, the sunlight was a bit dazzling.He didn't look back until the backs of him and his followers disappeared into the sky.

It seems that this is not the first time such a scene.Tracing back to the memory, there is only a piece of paleness covered with thick fog.

He frowned, lowered his head and walked towards the residence in the lower city.

That night, he had another dream.

It was still Frey in the dream. At that time, he was not the elf king, but he was the most powerful elf in Alfheim.

Holding an Excalibur, he often patrols the border between the Elven Kingdom and Asgard.Yalfheim is known as a fairyland, advocating peace, keeping aloof from the world, and its borders are very stable.Occasionally, there are aliens hunting on the border, and they will send some wild fruits to the beautiful elf patrols.

The border of Alfheim looks like dusk and sunset all year round.Probably because the soul came from this world, he couldn't help feeling sleepy when he saw the sunset.

One day when he was on patrol, he leaned against a boulder and fell asleep. When he opened his eyes, he still saw the gleaming sunset.On the skyline dyed red by the setting sun, a white Pegasus flew towards it with huge white wings stretched out. The person on it had a straight waist, a slightly drooping head, and a very elegant sitting posture.

As the Pegasus flew closer, he saw blood staining the fur on its back. It seemed that it had finally seen the man, and stopped in front of him, lowering its noble head of the Pegasus tribe, making a low begging cry.

It is asking for help.

The elves have always been very kind.He couldn't help but stepped forward to stroke the horse, raised his head to look at the man on his back, and opened his eyes suddenly.

He parted his lips as if trying to organize his words, but the next moment he saw the man's straight body fell off his horse and fell to the ground.

His black clothes were already soaked with blood, and cold sweat was dripping from his snow-white and beautiful face.The appearance just now turned out to be holding on.

The next moment, the man raised his face, staring at him with a pair of green pupils, his thin lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something, but he passed out in the next moment.

The young elf seemed to be too shocked to speak by his face, he stretched out his hand and carefully touched the man's cheek, only to find that his body temperature was astonishingly low.His lips trembled, he hugged him violently, and used wind magic to fly into the air towards the main city.

In Yalfheim in the distance, ethereal bells echoed.The setting sun in the sky became more and more blood-red and rich, as if heralding the end in the dark.

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