God's Descend

Amiens came out with a blade of grass in his mouth. He was only as tall as Jiang Yunan's chest, but he couldn't hold back his face and stood on tiptoe. He simply put his waist down and asked him, "Frey, what are you looking at?"

Jiang Yunan smiled: "Odin's letter. I'm going to Asa God Realm."

Amiens' eyes widened, with an unbelievable expression on her face: "I finally rescued you, and you have to go back! Are you a little girl with a love brain? I have already told you that as long as you are still an elf, Odin will Impossible to let go of your guard..."

Jiang Yunan raised his hand and touched his head, ruffled his silver hair, and began to think about his words.Amiens stared at him for a while, then suddenly grabbed his hand: "You go with me to a place."

They walked out of the palace along the garden path, which became more and more deserted.

On the frozen ground, there were jagged boulders and withered vegetation. The smile on Jiang Yunan's face disappeared, and a coolness rushed from his heart to his whole body.

In front of him was a cemetery.

The densely packed tombstones hurt his eyes.This is the burial place of the dark elves who died in that light magic.

Amiens brought him here to let him understand that this hatred was forged by the flesh and blood of thousands of people, whether it is Odin or Zhuyin, should they be incompatible?

"I'm sorry." He apologized in a slightly hoarse voice.

Amiens froze for a moment: "It's not your fault, you don't need to apologize to me."

He led him to the two tombstones, the two tallest. One said "King of the Light Elves-Lord of the Immortal Kingdom-Frey" and the other said "The Seventh Lord of the Dark Elves-The Exile- Amiens".

The so-called exiles are because the dark elves are a race expelled from the kingdom of elves, and they have had the notoriety of being "exiled" since their birth.

Amiens said: "Although everyone doesn't say it, but after living in the cold underground world for a long time, with the company of insects, ants and mice every day, everyone will yearn for the light. Alfheim is indeed a very beautiful country..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Yunan interrupted him: "The combat power of the dark elves is also very important to us, I hope you can return to the kingdom of elves, I have consulted the opinions of the high elves before, and they do not object. It’s just that I don’t know what you guys think, before it was time to put it on the agenda, just…” He paused, then continued, “That’s what happened.”

Amiens pursed her lips and blinked her big moist eyes, as if she was very happy.He was a little embarrassed, and turned around: "Okay, on behalf of my people, I agree to your request."

In fact, during this period of time, many innocent souls of the Asa protoss died under their black magic, and it has long been unclear who is right and who is wrong.However, for a period of time, their hatred with the Asa Protoss cannot be resolved.

It was only then that Ya Xiang remembered the business. He pointed to his tombstone: "There is no magic that brings people back from the dead. I am not resurrected, but I am not dead at all."

"I succeeded to the throne when I was young. Once, a newly promoted Martial God of the dwarf tribe tried to kill me. I almost died. The old witch made me a new body for my soul to live in. So, it is not the first time gone."

The original body died, and the soul lived in the new body. This experience was similar to his.Jiang Yunan pinched his face: "So, now this is also made by that witch?"

Amiens nodded seriously: "It's no different from my original body, but the compatibility is not very good, so it's more..." He paused, and then said, "More sensitive." Like crying.

"Can I meet the wizard?"

Amiens pointed deeply not far away: "I just brought you to see him."

There stood a huge tree, with all its leaves and branches dry.

An old elf wizard in black stood in the graveyard below, his wrinkled skin looking older than the tree.He waved at them, and as they approached, Amiens seemed to respect him: "Old witch, this is the king of the light elves, Frey."

Jiang Yunan cut to the chase: "I want a body that can house the soul."

The old witch smiled: "I am too old, and I have accumulated years of divine power to create this body for Amiens. If you need it, you might as well make it yourself."

The old witch looked at him and pondered for a moment, and finally sighed: "I asked Amiens to bring you here for other reasons, but it is not contrary to your request just now... It is curse magic, are you sure you want to learn it?"

Amiens said, "No."

Jiang Yunan threw a light magic ball to fend him off: "Go on."

"This soul-moving technique is something I figured out from a curse magic. It was originally a curse that makes people's souls go out of their bodies and live in another body. It's not for saving people, but for killing people. So its essence is still a curse." Magic." The old witch said, "Curse magic is different from black magic, once you touch it, you can't go back."

Amien's voice came from the other side of the light curtain: "Frey! Don't learn, do you hear me!"

Curse magic is not based on divine power, but absorbs the source of life to cast a curse, so most of them are used by desperate fighters who have nowhere to go.

Jiang Yunan nodded, he was not worried about vitality, anyway, this body would go to the next world after death, and he wanted to create a body for Zhuyin in the remaining time.

An ice-blue butterfly flew out from nowhere and circled around him, as if eager to express something, but he was too focused to notice it.

The old elf wizard raised an old hand and touched his forehead lightly. As the brilliance flowed, he saw countless and complicated mantras surrounding him, and finally all of them returned to his body.Immediately, more things appeared in front of his eyes. He didn't quite understand, but he knew that it was an extremely precious and long-lost ancient inheritance in the world.

Amiens stared blankly.The old witch has aged a lot, his vitality seems to have been lost in an instant, and he looks extremely tired at this moment, as if he is going to die in the next moment.

And the young elf king stood there with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

After a while, Jiang Yunan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.He obviously hasn't changed much, but it makes people feel clearly that there is something different.

His black eyes are as quiet as a deep pool, sweeping across Amiens, and finally landed on the old witch: "Big witch, I only want a drop of water, but you gave me a vast ocean. How should I repay this kind of affection?"

"I originally wanted to wait for Amiens to grow up and hand over the inheritance to him, but I can't wait for that time, I'm about to die."

Amiens suddenly opened her eyes wide, as if she suddenly forgot all her movements, and stood there dumbfounded.

Jiang Yunan asked: "I'll make you a body, you can..."

"No, I have been immersed in spells for more than 100 years, and my soul is already riddled with holes, and I can't bear the pain of changing bodies."

The old witch let out a wheezing laugh from his throat, he raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "You are the king of the light elves, and you have my blood, so handing it over to you is not a disgrace to it. But, I always Don't worry about this child in Amiens, he is still too young... Can you wait for him to grow up and hand over the inheritance to him?"

Seeing that Jiang Yunan agreed, he seemed to be finally relieved.He declined his invitation, and still stubbornly stayed where he was.

Jiang Yunan took Amiens far away, and couldn't help but look back.The old witch was still sitting under the old and withered tree, in the endless cemetery.

It is actually a very sad thing for a life to go to twilight and die in front of your eyes.He was once so powerful that the Nine Realms were terrified, but he was still about to die.

Amiens gritted her teeth, but her eyes became more and more red, and finally she burst into tears: "I am not young anymore! Ten years, I will grow up in just ten years, and I will find a way to make the old witch..."

Jiang Yunan patted his head, but didn't speak.

Ten years, that's a long time.As long as Ragnarok may have ended, the world will return to the original nothingness, the doomed will die, and the survivors may usher in a new life.

After sending Amiens away, he tried black magic in the palace, and the power was astonishing.The body did have some slight discomfort after casting the spell, but it was bearable.

The butterfly seemed exhausted, its wings were beating more and more slowly, and it was teetering in the air.

Jiang Yunan thought it was the butterfly in the scroll, reached out to catch it, touched its wings lightly, seemed a little confused: "...Isn't it an illusion? Why hasn't it dissipated."

The butterfly flapped its wings, as if it could understand what he said.

Jiang Yunan looked at it in a daze, and suddenly thought of Odin for some reason.

Alfheim has a vast territory and is eroded by ice, snow and black demons.After he came back, he rode a flying beast to inspect the country, but he saw the valley full of thorns and lilies.

The Danga Mountains have long been the territory of the Asa Protoss, but for some reason, this valley was "sent" back and moved to a remote mountain without people by magic.

No matter how you think about it, it can only be Odin's masterpiece.And the companion butterfly of the thorn lily... He is really good at this kind of romance that hangs people.

It is undeniable that he had a crush on Odin, but before he could numb himself, Odin was a part of Zhuyin, but now it seems that Zhuyin has also appeared, and they have become two different individuals, how should he face this situation? What about it?

He looked at the butterfly and became more and more upset.Slightly squinting his eyes, poked it, and whispered to himself: "Stupid. Odin, things are messed up now."

Butterfly staggered and fell on the table, then got up again, seeming a little dazed.Probably because he didn't want to be treated roughly, it flapped its wings and flew up, shaking off the silver-blue fine dust, which drifted behind it into a glimmer of light, and finally it settled on his hair.

Three days later, he set off for the royal city of Asgard. The accompanying troops were mixed with light and dark elves, and the two pieces of gold and black were clearly separated, which looked very spectacular.

The butterfly was still there for some reason, sitting on the aquamarine by his collar, and he couldn't see it if he didn't pay attention.

Heimdall was in charge of welcoming him. Unlike the disdainful attendants around him, he bowed in a gentle and decent manner: "Welcome to the king of the elves from afar, Your Majesty Frey. Lord Odin has arranged a palace for you, please Come with me."

Odin was absent for some reason.Some god attendants hurried past, and according to their intentions, he seemed to have disappeared.

The Nine Realms under the "Winter of Fenbulle" is really too cold, the dress is not too thin, but it can't stand the wind blowing all the way.It would be better not to see Odin, Jiang Yunan really wanted to go back to the warm room now.

The palace that Odin prepared for him was next to the Golden Palace, and it was the most complicated and magnificent building in the entire royal city except for the Golden Palace and the Hall of Valor.The hall was very warm, as soon as he entered the dormitory, he waved his hand to conjure up a stove, holding it in his hand to warm up.

A pair of arms suddenly wrapped around his waist from behind him, and then his neck sank, someone hugged him from behind, and rubbed lightly on the side of his neck like a cat, as if being coquettish.

"Ayu..."

Jiang Yunan froze, and the stove in his hand fell to the ground, and after it was broken, it turned into countless light spots.

He wanted to turn his head, but his eyes were covered with a hand, and he turned around slowly.

There was darkness in front of his eyes, and something was approaching, and the warm breath was blowing on his face, bringing a trembling pleasure.He didn't dare to move, lest this was an illusion that would break at the touch of a button.

"Who am I? Huh?" The man's voice was low and teasing.

"Zhuyin..." His throat was a little dry, and he took away his hands from his eyes, and he saw the face of Zhuyin, or Odin, with different colored pupils, one gold and one gray, and they were looking at him tenderly.

He subconsciously grasped his wrist tightly, not knowing the severity of the strike, but Zhuyin's face did not change. He raised his hand and touched his pointed ears, clearly speaking with a smile, but the words he said made Jiang Yunan's heart ache one jump.

"Last time it was Hou Yi, this time it was Odin, who are you going to find next time?"

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