Chapter 220 The black goat that breeds all things, the cursed world tree (please subscribe)

At the request of Queen Frigga, the kind-hearted God of Light Baldr received the blessings of all the gods.

No matter it was fire or flood, iron or earth and stone, even disease and poison, they could not harm this beautiful and gentle god, and the atmosphere at the banquet became more and more lively.

Just at this time.

A shriveled and hoarse old woman's voice suddenly sounded in the middle of the banquet.

"Since the God of Light, Badr, has received the blessing of the gods, no one or thing in the nine worlds of the World Tree can harm the God of Light at all, so why not let us play a game to verify whether this blessing is

is true."

The noisy noise at the banquet subsided and the atmosphere became somewhat quiet.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound. In the hall, an old woman wearing a gray cloak stood alone.

She is extremely old, her waist is stooped, the skin on her face is droopy, she has sunken eyes and a huge hooked nose. This old woman dressed as a wizard is called Gullweger.

She is a member of the Vanir Clan.

However, Guerweger is withdrawn and behaves eccentrically, so he is not liked by others.

Queen Frigga seemed a little hesitant. She did not want to damage the joyful atmosphere of the gods at the banquet, and the gods had already blessed Baldur.

Nothing in the world can harm the beautiful Baldur.

After thinking about this.

Frigga's nervous mood gradually eased.

She paused slightly, with a warm smile on her face, nodded and said to the witch Gullweger: "I promise you, this is a good proposal. No god will lie in front of God King Odin."

After hearing this sentence.

Guerweger let out an unpleasant laugh and quietly disappeared into the banquet.

The remaining gods didn't think much about it. They cheered, and the somewhat deserted atmosphere of the banquet returned to its climax again.

Next, the gods will play a game to celebrate Baldur, and at the same time to verify whether the blessings are valid. They let the glorious Baldur stand in the center of the House of Peace, and summon any objects from the mortal world towards them one by one.

Badr threw it.

Just as the oath describes.

Whether it's a battle ax wielded with force or a stone wrapped with huge power.

Neither the burning wood nor the surging tide could cause any harm to the respected Baldur.

Not only the gods participated in this game, but some friendly elves and giants also came to the Peace Mansion in groups and threw the gifts they brought towards Balder.

Seeing those items would not cause any harm to Baldur in any way.

All the gods at the feast were filled with joy.

However, what the gods did not notice was that the witch Gullweger had sneaked out of the Peace Mansion while the gods were having fun.

Su Heng noticed Gullweger's strange behavior.

His brows furrowed slightly, and his expression looked a little serious. Gurweger exuded a vague aura, which reminded Su Heng of one of the Pillar Gods.

only…

The distance between the two is too far.

Moreover, what appeared in Asgard was not Su Heng's true body, but just an external incarnation.

Both strength and perception have been reduced to a very limited level, and Su Heng cannot be sure whether this weird goddess is related to the mysterious Pillar God.

However, even the worst case scenario.

One of the three pillar gods has already set his sights on the World Tree and made a chess piece, which has little impact on Su Heng.

Su Heng has made up his mind not to get involved in the bad things in the Golden World Tree. After his children are born and come of age in the Nine Realms, Su Heng will find a way to take them away from here and return to Nuo.

Rand's world.

Think about it this way.

Su Heng's brows gradually relaxed, and his mood relaxed.

He picked up the red wine glass in his hand and threw it towards Badr in the center of the hall.

When the wine glass made of silver was still more than one meter away from Badr, it seemed to hit a translucent light curtain, bounced away by a soft force, and fell to the ground with a clanking sound.

, it was instantly submerged by other random rocks and wood blocks, and disappeared without a trace.

"Is it really effective?"

Su Heng was also greatly surprised when he saw this scene with his own eyes.

He felt that the rules in the Golden World Tree domain seemed a bit too rigid.

Especially after coming into close contact with the will and body of the Golden World Tree, the Golden World Tree felt more like a dead object to Su Heng than a specific will.

Su Heng is not sure why the World Tree became like this.

Is it that over the long years, his consciousness has slowly been erased and transformed into pure heaven or something like that? Or, has he been hit hard by an unknown existence in the past millions of years?

In the joyful time of the gods.

The witch Gullvig, who quietly slipped away from the House of Peace, quickened her pace and came to the east of Asgard, next to Valhalla, the Hall of Valor.

Here a huge oak tree grew on the edge of the lake. There was a small bush of mistletoe growing outside one of its branches. Gurweger broke off a small branch from the mistletoe.

The witch took the branch in her hand and walked towards the place where the Asa and the Vanir gods celebrated Baldr.

When the witch Gullweg returned to the House of Peace, the game was still going on. The gods were laughing because the giants and dwarfs were participating in the game.

The giants always threw things too far, and the dwarves couldn't throw them to Baldur.

Goddess Asa and Vanir were throwing things everywhere. Among the lively and joyful crowd, it would look strange if someone stood there looking depressed.

But there was indeed a person standing there.

That was Hodr, a member of the Aesir clan and the twin brother of Baldr, the God of Light.

Unlike his brilliant younger brother, the elder brother Hodel is old, a bit hunched, and one of his feet was born with a disability. He is blind, slow, always depressed, and no god likes him.

"Why don't you join the game?"

With a wicked smile on his face, Gullweger came to poor Hodel and asked in a strange tone.

"I have nothing to throw at my brothers." Hodel spread his hands, his tone seemed helpless and sad.

"Take this and throw it at your brother." said the witch Gullweger: "This is a small twig on the mistletoe."

"Thank you very much."

Poor Hodel thanked the witch gratefully, but he still pointed to his eyes and continued: "But I'm sorry, I can't see, and I don't know how to throw it."

"Then I'll teach you step by step."

Witch Gullweger said with a smile.

She thrust the mistletoe branches into Hodel's hands, held his hand and taught him how to throw them away.

The small twig flew towards Baldr, and a vicious force covered the fragile twig, easily throwing away Baldr's chest and piercing his heart.

With a heavy groan, Badr's tall body fell down.

Blood spurts out from the God of Light's broken chest, and little by little it gathers into a small pool of bloody lake on the white floor.

Badr's face lost all color and turned pale.

His mouth opened uncontrollably, and his soul floated out of his mouth.

The lively banquet turned deadly silent in an instant, and even if a silver needle fell on the ground, the echo would be heard by everyone. Asa, the Warner gods all stood there blankly, they were frightened and confused.

Queen Frigga opened her eyes in disbelief.

She covered her mouth, her plump chest heaved violently, and her jewel-like eyes were full of pain and depression.

The smile on Odin's face gradually solidified, and he suddenly stood up from his throne. The eternal spear made of the branches of the world appeared in Odin's hand, and a terrifying aura emanated from the body of the old god-king.

And out.

In the hall.

Hodel also stood quietly. Blind, he was still wondering why the lively banquet suddenly became quiet.

At this time, Hodel didn't even know that his brother had died just now, and that he was the murderer in the eyes of the gods.

"You killed your brother! I can see it clearly!"

Thor, the god of thunder, stood up from his seat angrily. His eyes were scarlet and his feet were thunderous. He strode towards Hodel. All the gods were trembling with fear from the violent Thor. Only then did Hodel realize

He made a huge mistake by killing his own brother.

"It's not me..." Hodel wailed, and the huge fear and sadness almost completely crushed him.

"How dare you quibble!"

Thor didn't give Hodel a chance to argue.
To be continued...