Chapter 1074： Poem of Destiny

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According to the two ancestors.

The only way to intercept the origin of the World Tree is when the next God King is born.

When Bauer and Odin succeeded to the throne of God King, they were intercepted by the two ancestors, which belonged to the origin of the World Tree, so the power of the God King of these two people, to a certain extent, is actually the rest' Leftovers scorched'.

It is just the source intercepted by the three ancestors, which is like a drop in the ocean compared to the complete World Tree.

To deal with Odin and the like, they are still formidable.

But against Lord, it's not enough.

He remembered that in the comics, the king of Thor, who had obtained the full power of the god-king, could almost slaughter the gods.

If it is not intercepted, the complete origin of the World Tree, it is estimated that only the Rune King Thor can compete with it.

After thinking about it, Lord opened his eyes and returned to Asgard.

But what caught his eye was not Fenrir, but another, completely strange old woman.

The unkempt old woman, dressed in burlap, was sitting by the flowing spring.

The magic wolf Fenrir, who was in charge of guarding the guards, was sleeping soundly beside the old woman, letting the old woman stroke its hair. Even after Lord returned, there was no sign of waking up.

This dog thing, as soon as he praised it, he started to neglect his duties? !

Before leaving, I clearly said, let it protect it well, but when I came back, I saw that he was sleeping!

Lorde's eyes were twitching angrily. If it weren't for the wrong situation, he would have liked to peel off the dog's stuff.

"Please don't blame it, I made it fall asleep."

While stroking the dog's hair, the old woman made a hoarse and sharp voice, as if glass was swiping across a smooth mirror surface, causing extreme discomfort, and said slowly, "Because of the next conversation, I don't want others to hear it."

"Who are you?"

Lord frowned, and for a while he was a little uncertain about the old woman's origin.

"You can call me...Woord."

The old woman turned her head slowly, and on her dirty face, a pair of hollow eye sockets, whose eyeballs had been gouged out alive, were surrounded by blue veins and scary scars, like a bottomless abyss. With a chilling breath.

Obviously there are no eyeballs, but Lorde can clearly feel that he is being watched.

"Wu'erde?!" Lorde was slightly startled, and then said in surprise, "You are the eldest sister of the Three Goddesses of Destiny?"

"If there is no other goddess of fate, I think I should be the 'eldest sister' you said." Wuerde nodded slightly, looking at Lorde with empty eyes, and said: "It's an honor to see you. To you, Mr. Lord, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"You seem to have known that I was coming, and then waited for me here?"

Lorde was expressionless, and slowly walked towards the old woman, his voice was like the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month, attacking the surrounding environment, accompanied by the rising spiritual pressure, layers of frost gradually spread.

shuh~

An extreme freezing air gradually evaporated under the spreading frost, and the temperature dropped suddenly.

The flowing Wuerde Spring actually formed a layer of frost slowly under this terrifying freezing air, and even the roots of the World Tree fell on a thin layer of crystal clear snowflakes. ice crystals.

What he hates most is someone who thinks he can control his destiny and manipulates him!

And Wuerde in front of him, without a doubt, violated his inverse scales.

"Mr. Lord, please put out your anger for a while."

Wuerde, whose lower body had been frozen by frost, did not have the slightest panic on his face, but his old face was unusually calm, as if he had already put death behind him, and said in a calm tone: "If I can use my life to quell your anger , I am willing to give my life, but before that, please allow me to complete my mission."

The frost spreading upwards stopped at this moment.

Xu is Wuerde's determination, which moved Lord. After a little silence, he said, "Okay, I would like to see what you, one of the three goddesses of fate, are thinking about."

"Thank you so much for your generosity and kindness."

Wuerde bowed his head slightly to show his respect, and then said slowly, "I'm waiting for you here, just to pass you a poem of destiny from Orlaug."

"Who is Orlaug?" Lord asked.

"Ollaug is the first born existence, the incarnation of the law of destiny, the eternal law, the oldest, newest, most powerful force, a spiritual existence without beginning and end."

Wuerde talked nonsense together, and heard Lorde's head and two big.

"Okay, that's it." Lord rubbed his eyebrows and said, "So what you mean is that Auerlaug is not a life, has no consciousness of his own, but is just the manifestation of some rules, right?"

"To a certain extent, you understand correctly." Wuerde nodded.

Understood, Orlaug's concept is probably equivalent to a piece of code that runs a program.

After Lord understood, he added: "The Poem of Fate... sounds like a prophecy?"

"In a way, you can understand that."

Wuerde replied ambiguous: "Whether it is prophecy or destiny depends on you, not Orlaug, nor me, or anyone else."

So...he hates Riddler the most.

Lorde sighed lightly, too lazy to waste time with Wuerde, and said bluntly: "Since you want to show me the prophecy, then hurry up and say it, I don't have time to entangle with you."

Wuerde's fingertips swiped in the spring, and ripples rippled: "It's a pity that only you can see the poem of your destiny, I'm just passing it on to you on behalf of Orlaug. "

Ripples appeared in the peaceful Wuerde Spring.

Then, in the rippling ripples, a yellow leaf floated from the bottom of the water in a whirl.

Wuerde seemed to be suddenly several decades older, his hair turned white, the vitality in his eyes faded, and his voice became even more dry and hoarse: "My mission is completed, Mr. Lord, that is Orlaug, pass it on to you The Poem of Destiny."

After saying this, Wu Erde seemed to finally unload his burden, and there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

clap la la...  

Under Lord's astonished gaze, Wuerde turned into fly ash little by little and dissipated in the air.

As she said, the value of her life is just to send a message.

"It's getting more and more annoying."

Lord took a deep breath, his eyes were a little unhappy: "The appearance of self-care, and the disappearance of self-care."

After calming down a little he came to the Spring of Wuerde, reached into the cold spring water, and picked up the yellow leaf.

On the withered and yellowed leaves, a large paragraph of text was recorded, and Lord subconsciously read it out:

"In the unfathomable abyss, black and white swirl."

"The cunning messenger in black blew the alarm to wake up."

"The ancient fool will wake up from his slumber and come to the world again."

"He will walk across the stars and spread over the worlds."

"Pain, torture, silence, despair, howling."

"Two identical white flowers will slowly wither and wither under the sacred tree."

"It is to escape from the cage, or to sink into reincarnation forever, but the power of the final choice is not in his hands."

"Put on human nature, transcend divinity, and under the witness of the sacred tree, falsehood will turn into reality."

"Follow this hard journey, it will never end."