Stupid Odin

Odin felt a warmth in his heart and couldn't help but feel a surge of respect for his elder brother, Thors.

Even though they were both just over 5 meters tall, he couldn't help but feel like his elder brother had transformed into a giant, his broad back incredibly robust and grand.

This difference made Odin instinctively feel that the gap between him and his elder brother wasn't just a simple difference in intelligence, but a difference in realm.

His elder brother's gaze towards the distance with his dark pupils was so profound that Odin felt a sense of being completely suppressed.

Odin never felt that he was inferior. Compared to his dull and slow-witted third brother, Vili, he thought he was very smart. At least smarter than all the giants. Every time he woke up in the middle of the night, he would fantasize about how much better it would be if he were the eldest son and he would lead the Aesir tribe after his father grew old.

But when things came down to it, he really felt that he was far inferior to his elder brother.

This made Odin feel both frustrated and happy.

Frustrated because he couldn't compare to his elder brother, happy because, especially in these moments of fear and unease, his elder brother had the qualities of a leader. He could guide him, and even the entire Aesir alliance, forward!

"Elder brother, how do we fight? You say it, and we'll do it." When Odin said this, a trace of timidity still flashed in his eyes.

Thors saw this look and couldn't help but sigh inwardly: Whether it was the movies, TV shows, or myths before his transmigration, or the records in the [Edda], although people never hesitated to praise Odin, Odin's weaknesses were too obvious to be glossed over.

Odin was too indecisive and always left a bunch of loose ends when doing things, never being decisive. As a result, almost every bad thing he had done in his early years came back to bite him.

"My foolish brother! Did you think that I, your elder brother, would let you go to your death in vain?"

"Uh, no, I didn't." After being exposed, Odin's fair face suddenly turned red.

"Vili! Later, you enlarge yourself first to attract Ymir's attention. When Ymir attacks Vili, Odin, you give Ymir a shot to disrupt his attack so he can't hit you."

Vili blinked and reluctantly nodded. He barely understood the meaning of 'enlarge'.

Odin replied, "Understood. Then what about you, elder brother?"

"I'll cripple Ymir's mobility first." A cold light flashed in Thors' eyes: "Vili! You run over there first. When I tell you to go, you go."

"Okay—" Vili replied, dragging out the last syllable.

Paul also sighed at Vili.

It was clear that the eldest son was mutated and more intelligent than Paul himself. The second son, Odin, combined the advantages of both Paul and Bestla. Unfortunately, the third son was tall and handsome, but his wisdom was very similar to that of other male giants. This was a permanent pain in Paul's heart.

Vili had one advantage: he completely listened to his two elder brothers. Moreover, if the orders of the two elder brothers contradicted each other, he would listen to Thors first.

After a while, Thors shouted, "Charge!"

Vili really instantly turned into a twenty-meter-tall giant, raising his already oversized battle axe and charging towards the ancestor of the frost giants with a loud roar.

"Aaaah!"

Roaring and roaring, Vili was like a rampaging lion, charging alone towards that giant who was far taller than him.

The difference was too great!

This scene reminded Odin of the frost wolves. The largest frost wolf was no different from a pet dog in front of him.

Vili's purity and his indomitable courage were things that Odin admitted he couldn't match.

Even though Vili was facing the ice giant ancestor's fist, which was as huge as a mountain.

It was like a war between an ant and an elephant.

Ymir's crouching punch unleashed a chaotic ice storm. In the instant before the storm descended on Vili's head, Odin, who had been deliberately hiding his figure behind a snow pine, finally moved.

"Ha!"

Odin raised the long, sharp spear made of iron birch, seized the opportunity, and accurately crossed the sky, stabbing Ymir in his right arm as he punched down.

Success!

Odin, the little guy who was only 5 meters tall, successfully deceived the perception of the frost giant ancestor and launched a vicious sneak attack.

Blood splattered!

The frost giant ancestor's blue blood gushed out from his right arm like a fountain, corroding an area the size of a ball field into a pitted mess with its corrosive and poisonous blood.

"Aaaah—" Ymir's painful cry turned into a roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

For a time, a large area of the sky was instantly cleared by the wildly spewing ice vapor.

Odin struck successfully and immediately fled far away.

Using the cover of a large number of snow pines, he easily disappeared from Ymir's sight.

Ymir's huge palm swept across, sweeping away a large area of 20-meter-tall snow pines like garbage, leaving the entire area in a mess.

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"Little bug!" Ymir roared angrily, his roar, which even scattered the clouds, pierced through the entire battlefield.

He had just roared in vent, and then he was stunned.

Perhaps he never dreamed that there would be a third enemy.

Right next to his left foot, the chaotic ice storm seemed to suddenly have order, and countless snowflakes became cyclones, rotating clockwise in a regular pattern.

The atmosphere was vibrating, the wind and snow were resonating!

A small man, also five meters tall, raised his right hand, and a huge mass of ice and snow responded to his call, rapidly gathering from all directions and falling into his palm.

The seemingly chaotic snowflakes gathered into a ball in his palm.

Perhaps Ymir was very powerful, but at this moment, he had to face a deity who dominated the elements—Thors, who was destined to become the third-generation god-king of the Aesir tribe.

Thors grabbed the increasingly large snowball and stretched it into a 40-meter-long blade, as if he were dealing with a tangible object.

That wasn't all. A huge dark cloud suddenly gathered in the sky, and in the space of two breaths, a thick lightning bolt more than ten meters wide pierced through the heavens and the earth.

In countless parallel worlds, lightning brought the fire of civilization to intelligent beings. At the same time, it also brought down the will of destruction.

Thors smeared the huge lightning ball gathered in his left hand on the top of the ice and snow blade, and the lightning was instantly and relatively evenly applied to the giant long blade.

As Thors instantly transformed into a thirty-meter-tall giant, an infinitely bright ice blade slashed towards the unavoidable Ymir.

This blade seemed to sweep across the entire world!

This blade cut open the giant's abdomen!

This blade cut off the giant's rule!

Along with the fall of this blade, Ymir's miserable and desperate howl echoed endlessly in the wind and snow, spreading far and wide, resounding throughout the entire Ginnungagap world.

Some were happy, some were frightened!

On the Campbell Basin side, every being in the Aesir tribe camp showed joy.

On the other hand, every member of the giant camp was frightened.

"That's the ancestor of the frost giants!" The same sentence, spoken by different people, had completely different tones.