They are too young now.

More than ten years are not even a blink of an eye to the gods.

Odin, the oldest among the gods, was born almost at the same time as the World Tree in the creation myth, and it has been tens of thousands of years ago.

Odin's intentions are naturally good.

Bring the three young gods to holy Asgard and grant them protection.

But after hearing these words, the white wolf instinctively felt a little uncomfortable. Even the big snake lying on the ground limply spit out scarlet snake tongue and made a hissing sound.

Odin had expected such a reaction.

He looked at Zyglina, and he knew that among the three brothers and sisters, although Zyglina was the youngest, he had the highest say.

Moreover, compared to the two brothers in the shape of beasts, Zyglina's nature is undoubtedly much better, gentle, kind, and humble... Sometimes Odin can even see the shadow of Balder in Zyglina.

Every time I think of the bloodshed that happened in the House of Peace.

Even a person like Odin can't help but feel pain in his heart.

However, what surprised Odin was that after careful consideration, the always well-behaved Ziegelina shook his head and rejected Odin's invitation.

While Bai Lang breathed a sigh of relief, he also looked at his sister with some surprise. According to his usual thoughts, Ziglina was unlikely to refuse such a proposal.

The smile on Odin's face did not change.

He asked gently: "So, can you tell me why you do this?"

Zyglina replied: "The eagle must leave its warm nest before it can soar. Truly outstanding warriors cannot be cultivated in a greenhouse."

"Although it would be dangerous to wander away from Asgard, I cannot waste the talent my father left me. Only constant fighting and brutal battles can fully tap out the power hidden in my body!"

Zyglina's voice was clear, but it was particularly powerful.

There was a bright torch burning in the girl's clear eyes, and her whole body exuded great vitality and fighting spirit.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Odin was still surprised, but Thor, the God of Thunder, started laughing.

"Although I don't like your father, your little girl's character is quite to my liking. This is how we Asgardian gods should be. Those flesh givers have never been our real opponents. In my heart,

It’s fear.”

Thor patted Zyglina's shoulder, took off the brass belt wrapped around his waist, and placed it in Zyglina's hand.

"This is a belt of strength forged by dwarves, and its name is Mejinjiod. As long as you wear the belt with you, you will have endless strength and your body will become invulnerable."

The smile on Sol's face was uncontrollable.

He fumbled out a croissant wine glass from somewhere and drank a few gulps.

Then he wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "This belt has accompanied me through many wars, giants, dwarves, the Warner Clan, the Flesh Giver... Now I give it to you, I believe

You will not disgrace its reputation."

"This gift is too expensive, and you need its help."

Ziglina said a little at a loss.

The Belt of Power, Megingeod, is almost an artifact on the same level as the Sword of Volsung. But Thor is different from the god-king Odin, who has a great family and a great business. He only has two or three artifacts on his body.

In addition to the most important Thor's hammer, this belt of power is also crucial to Thor.

"Just accept it if you are told. There is no reason to take back the gift I gave you. I was praising you just now, but now you are acting like a little girl."

Thor, the God of Thunder, said carelessly.

It was obviously a little girl... Bai Lang opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He dared to bad-mouth Odin, but he didn't dare to refute what the God of Thunder said. That was because the White Wolf knew that Odin would not attack him and had a high degree of patience. But the Thor's caretaker might not know what happened to this guy.

Everything can be done.

"Take it!" Odin on the other side also said to Ziglina with a smile.

He stroked his beard with admiration in his eyes.

Odin said: "Since you have decided to practice in the lower world, I have something to trouble you with."

"Niflheim is also called the Nibelung. In this world, there is a treasure called the Nibelung Ring. The Nibelung Ring is made of Rhine gold. According to legend, as long as you can

If you get the ring, you will have the supreme authority in the nine realms." Odin paused and continued: "The supreme authority is false, but the Ring of Nibelung does have power that is coveted by all the gods. It is true.

It was because of the appearance of the Nibelung Ring that differences and greed emerged among the united gods.

I hope you can find the ring and take it with you, or destroy it."

"Can we do something that even Uncle Odin can't do?" Ziglina was a little surprised, but he still nodded and agreed: "I will try my best to find it."

"Among the gods, you are the only one who can do this, because you are an existence beyond fate." Odin sighed.

His remaining pupils were flashing with tidal lightning.
Chapter completed!