You and Me Under The World Tree

Hoder froze there for a moment, not that he was speechless by the shock of such a thing, but that he felt that he was running out of words for a moment.

In the end, it's because he's never seen this kind of situation, and in his two-year gaming career, he's seen a lot of things in the broken game "Nine Realms", he's killed giants, killed demon cows, used demon pigs as barbecues, and killed Valkyries like chickens thirty times a day.

But it was this experience that was enough to understand most of the NPCs and mobs in a game, but it didn't make him figure out what was going on with Regin.

His skin was like a half-breed of the chosen race, a color similar to that of the humans of Midgard - well, maybe a little darker or redder than the average human.

He looked snarky and ugly, completely different from the dwarves that the player had carefully studied and pinched, but at this moment, this perception was shattered, and Regin's skin, which was considered extremely normal, cracked and even fell in fragments.

There was a pale glow of blue light in the crack...

"Ah, this, don't care."

Although Hoder had been wearing a helmet all along, after noticing that he had been watching him, Regin realized what he was looking at.

But he didn't think there was anything to worry about about it.

"It's just a broken shell." He said, then poked his finger at the crack in his face.

Blue and white skin...

Compared to the 'hybrids' called dwarves that roam Midgard, this skin is the true sign of a dwarf, and there are no pure-blood dwarves without any half-blood, and dwarves with this unnormal creature skin color have a weakness, that is, they can't see the light.

For this, they have another name: the Mist Demon.

This 'fog' doesn't mean that they can turn their bodies into ice mist or be born out of mist, but simply because the 'dwarves' are cursed by the gods so they can't see the 'sun' from Muspelheim, just like the world of ice mist that is forever in conflict with the world of the Fire Desolation.

As we all know, the sunlight and stars in the world originated from Muspelheim, and after the death of the giant Ymir, it was the 'light' of Muspelheim that gave birth to two completely different creatures, elves and dwarves.

When fire and darkness merge and there is a distinction between hot and cold, life is born, which is even the origin of the 'world'...

But what matters now is not the story of the creation and origin of life, but the fact that a pure-blood dwarf haunts an atrium world with changing seasons, sunrises and sunsets, which is actually quite rare.

As the Sage of Völsung in the plot, he is curious about his identity as a pure-blood dwarf.

On the other hand, as a player, Hoder was also surprised, because in the plot lines of each faction, Regin, a character destined to die under Siegfried's sword, actually did not have much ink.

He gives the player the impression of being vitriolic and greedy for money, and in this case, the player doesn't even think to dig into the plot about him, and naturally they won't know that he may have a second set of 'pure-blood modeling'.

"Curious?"

Although Regin didn't know what Hoder was thinking, he still knew that this man must be curious about his identity.

He didn't know that Hoder actually knew him to a certain extent, and even now, the man had roughly guessed something after combining the stories of the characters on the forum and the accompanying introductory manual.

"It's really strange that a dwarf who can't see the light has to walk around the ground, following the human routine, going from sunrise to sunrise, and even during this time, I almost forgot who I was."

There was a sigh in his voice, and it seemed like there was a story, and there should be something deeper behind it.

But before Hoder could say anything, Regin waved his hand, not wanting to say anything more about it.

"There's not much time now, let's do everything we need to do first."

He was right, but Hoder didn't say much, and after staring at the golden exclamation mark on Regin's head for a few moments, he waved his hand to summon the Valkyrie weapons that had been stored in his inventory.

Weapons, armor, blades.

The items were casually thrown to the ground, and at the same time, Regin took out the hilt of the Ghulam sword that he had kept safely.

The hilt of the Wrath Sword is not metal, but wooden, and the material is the branches of the World Tree.

I don't know if it's because of Siegfried's reawakening, but the runes engraved on the hilt of his sword have a vague meaning of operation.

However, after all, there is only a part of the rune, and it is not easy to completely restore the rune engraved on it by the great god Odin.

But this does not prevent Regin from having full confidence in himself, as a dwarf who is good friends with the people of Ivaldi, his forging skills will definitely not be bad, even if it is just to repair a holy sword!

"Let's start with the hardest part, will you or me?"

The reforge work continued, a human, a dwarf sweating and in full swing.

"I mean, Hoder took off his helmet, right? Do you wear a helmet when you forge it? "

"yes..."

"Doesn't it affect the field of vision?"

"It doesn't affect it, I think it's quite wide."

"But it's very hot, aren't you afraid that your helmet will melt when the probe is on?"

"Makes sense..."

'Bell'

'Bell'

'Bell'

Then there was a series of hammers beating, and no one knew how long the forging would be.

......

At the same time, at about the same moment, His Royal Highness the Prince, who was wandering slowly outside, finally slowly stepped into his military camp.

Although he was once stopped by the guards stationed in front of the barracks, when he spoke and called out to Hildebrand the Brave, these problems were solved.

However, after returning to his big tent, he has many problems to face, such as...

"Your Royal Highness, what about the warriors who follow you." Hildebrand asked

The other soldiers didn't care about the prince coming back alone, but as the prince's commander and the warrior of the Gothic kingdom, Hildebrand would not ignore it.

"They have a grudge against those giants to settle, so I'll come back first."

In the face of the inquiry of the Gothic warrior, the prince's answer was calm and calm, but after all, he only said half of what he said, but it can be said that he shirked his responsibilities and problems cleanly.

To put it simply, he didn't know what those people were doing, and life and death had nothing to do with him.

Such an answer inevitably made Hildebrand frown, if Dietrich was not his proud disciple, he would definitely have to reprimand him at this time.

However, Dietrich always had his own ideas...

"Most of the cleanup is done, so let's let the soldiers start the cleanup early tomorrow morning." He said

However, before His Royal Highness could finish speaking, the earth began to shake, and although it was only for a few seconds, it was indeed there.

"Looks like they're getting started."

Although this situation was actually beyond expectations, His Royal Highness the Prince still did not panic.

"Bang"

The muffled sound of explosions echoed across the sky, and no one knew what was happening.

"Well, it's not a big problem."

"Your Royal Highness! You let us take good care of that horse and ran away! "

"Well, it doesn't matter."