Chapter 364： Brunhild

"Helheim?"

Lord was taken aback for a moment, but he still didn't react.

Due to the serious injury, his brain is a bit confused now, so he can't remember where this Helheim is, but it feels a bit familiar, as if he has heard it somewhere before!

"Helheim, also called Heim Underworld."

The woman took a deep look at him, and then slowly said: "It seems that you are not from Asgard, otherwise how could you not know the meaning of Helheim."

Helheim? Heim Underworld!

Lord looked slightly startled, as if a flash of lightning flashed across his chaotic brain, he instantly remembered!

It turns out that this is the Heim underworld, one of the nine Nordic realms, and the ruler, the master of the dead kingdom, was suppressed here by Odin tens of thousands of years ago, the famous goddess of death Hela!

It seems that God is favoring him, but he actually threw him here.

After knowing where he was, Lord heaved a sigh of relief. The Heim underworld where Hela is located can be said to be the only one. He is barely able to accept the result, at least much better than the Seven Deadly Sins and Mephisto.

"Looking at you, I don't seem to be worried."

The woman's intuition is very keen, and she found that Lord was relieved, she couldn't help but asked with some doubts: "This is the kingdom of the dead. No one can leave here. Wouldn't you feel sad?"

"Because for me, this is the best situation." Lord recalled the boundless dark void, with a bitter smile on his face, and said: "At least you can see living people here, compared to The place I used to stay is much better."

"I am not a living person."

There was a touch of sadness in the woman's eyes, but she was soon hidden, and she turned to chuckle and said, "What can be worse than Helheim, I suddenly became a little curious about where you came from."

"Trust me, you won't want to go." Lord pulled up his chapped lips. This is a typical example of not being beaten by society. He would rather die than go back to that horrible place.

"Well, it sounds really bad."

The woman nodded seemingly, but she didn’t ask any more questions. She stared at Lord with big dark eyes and asked, “I think you should need help. If you continue to stay in this place, you will be very good at it. Become the dung of the beast."

"I am grateful, I just need help." Lord did not refuse. First, he was too injured to move, and second, it was indeed unsafe. It is better to follow this woman than to be frozen here.

"you are welcome."

The woman bent down and picked up Lord with one hand, and then held him on her shoulders as if she were a cargo.

Lord: "......"

This feeling of being carried by someone seems a bit strange.

But thinking about it carefully, I am now a wounded person. I am not qualified to demand so many people, so I can only bear it temporarily.

The woman dragged a giant horn beast weighing thousands of kilograms in one hand, dragged Lord on her shoulder in the other hand, and then stepped on two round and long legs, moving in one direction in the blizzard.

The sky is full of wind, snow and ice.

The two walked for several tens of kilometers, and finally came to a cave under a cliff.

The cave is very deep, with the bones of various beasts scattered in it, and thick wool animal skins on the stone bed, giving people a wonderful feeling of living in prehistoric times. Obviously this is her residence!

The woman put Lorde on the stone bed and turned around to deal with the huge horned beast.

Lord took a closer look and found that the woman's swordsmanship was quite excellent, but several breathing efforts, like a ox-cutting beast, cut a huge horned beast, leaving only a solitary skeleton.

Moreover, the silver sword used by women is extraordinary.

The intricate pattern carvings on the sword body, and the image of the sword with the wings spread out, matched with the sharp silver blade, the whole reveals a gorgeous atmosphere, and there are faint magical fluctuations. I think it should come from a certain craftsman god. The hand is.

"What are you looking at?" The woman noticed Lord's gaze, her delicate brows frowned slightly.

"Your sword should be an artifact, right?" Lord asked with a smile.

"I don't know, I picked it up." The woman was expressionless, bent and picked up the dead branches and piled them together, and then slowly started a fire.

Such a bad reason, Lord did not go to reveal, just said, "You saved my life, tell me your name, right?"

"my name......"

The woman stopped making a fire, her long eyelashes moved, her dark eyes flashed with an inexplicable expression, and she said, "Brunhild, this is my name, who is lost, what is your name?"

Brunhild?

Lord's mouth twitched slightly, and he guessed it right!

In this broken place of the underworld of Heim, there is a woman who can wear a broken armor full of sword marks and a gorgeous artifact. No matter what you think, there is only one possibility, that is, the legendary Valkyrie, a group under Odin’s command. The heroic army of heroes!

It is rumored that the female warriors of the Valkyrie swear to serve the gods are brave and brave. They are riding white horses and wearing silver armor. They cut through the night sky with a sword in their hands, as mysterious and beautiful as the northern lights.

When the Valkyries descend on the battlefield, they will bring victory to Asgard.

And it is said that every Norwegian once imagined the Valkyrie as their dream lover.

"Do you know me?" After seeing no response for a long time, Brunhild turned his head and asked.

"I just heard of..."

Lord shook his head quickly and said: "You can call me Lord."

In view of the Marvel history, Odin used the life of the Valkyrie to fill the sea, so it is better not to admit it, otherwise he can't guarantee that this beautiful Valkyrie will give it to him after knowing it. A sword came up to the head.

"Lodour? Lodour?"

Hearing the words, Brunnhilde looked slightly startled, and his beautiful face showed a hint of surprise, half surprised and half vigilant, said: "You are the legendary...Lord the Temptator?"

"...obviously not."

Lord is a bit speechless But he had expected this day for a long time, and explained: "I have nothing to do with that Nordic god, just the same name."

"It makes sense, if it is really Him, how could it be reduced to let me save it." Brunhild nodded thoughtfully, and inadvertently stabbed someone in the heart, but I didn't even know it. Continue to light the fire.

A cluster of flames rose, bringing warmth and light to the cold cave.

Brunhild used a sword to skewer a piece of meat and slowly grilled it on the fire.

Zi La Zi La...

The meat was roasted, and it was oily, exuding bursts of aroma.

With the light from the fire, Brunhill’s eyes were illuminated by the fire, with a trace of sorrow that was not easily detectable, as if they were recalling some unbearable memory.

"What about the rest?"

Lord suddenly asked, "Valkyrie, there should be many?"

"They are all dead."

Brunhild's movements were stagnant, and after a long silence, he said in a terrible and calm tone: "The Valkyrie Legion...now I am the only one left, and even their souls cannot rest in peace. Become the puppet of the goddess of death."

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