73- We personally opened the prelude to Ragnarok

73- We personally opened the prelude to Ragnarok

"Indeed." Daphne agreed with Rhys' words from the bottom of her heart.

"Such a big snake," she rubbed her hands, shook off the powder of the two-horned beast's horn on her hands, and began to imagine: "There must be a lot of meat on its body, right?"

"Huh?"

Daphne's thoughts were so jumpy that Rhys couldn't even react to what she was saying.

"I mean, in my memory, its head alone was as big as a small island. If such a snake is slaughtered, the meat after slaughtering is probably enough for the entire British wizarding world to eat for a year."

Rhys subconsciously calculated that if there were 10,000 wizards in the entire British wizarding world, and each person ate one pound of snake meat every day, it would only be more than 3 million pounds a year, but only 3,600 tons.

Little-known fact is that a blue whale can produce 50 tons of meat and 25 tons of oil, and it is only a little guy with a body length of more than 30 meters, not even as big as Jörmungandr's head.

Daphne's estimate is conservative. If the meat from that snake is really taken out, it will be enough for wizards all over the world to eat for several years.

Rhys: "!"

Wait, why did I start calculating this ridiculous thing seriously? That thing is really not edible for humans!

"Forget it, its meat must be very old. Even a siege crossbow can hardly pierce its skin, and the meat underneath is harder than stone."

"Yes, but it must be valuable for potion research, right? The various parts of the snake must be valuable for research - didn't Slytherin take something from it after the battle?"

"That's right." Rhys looked at Daphne with a "teachable" look.

After the battle, he did take away Jörmungandr's brain nerves and used it as the core to make a very powerful wand.

That wand inherited Jörmungandr's magic power and its brutality. Even Slytherin at that time was unwilling to keep it by his side, otherwise he would be affected and his brain would be distorted by the wand sooner or later.

The other old friends were similar. They all gained some benefits from those false gods and used their bodies to make extremely powerful magic props.

The four people used the blood and flesh of the false gods to prove that the so-called gods are just a stronger species.

"It was essentially a duel on a larger scale." Rhys told Daphne about some past events that happened a thousand years ago as if he was talking about something insignificant.

Daphne nodded blankly. Born in a wizard family, she didn't have so many filters for "God". She was not surprised by the feats of the four founders.

From her perspective, it felt like a wild boar from the next village tried to dig up the cornfield of this village, but was hunted by the righteous village chief.

"Where did the wand made by Slytherin from Jörmungandr's brain nerve go?" Daphne asked to herself. She didn't expect to get an answer from Rhys.

I'm afraid only Slytherin himself knows the whereabouts of this kind of "artifact" level treasure.

Rhys smiled but said nothing.

When you grow up, I will take you to see it. Now this thing is not suitable for children to touch.

"Tell me, which one is more powerful, Slytherin's wand or the elder wand?"

"What is the Elder wand?" Rhys was stunned for a moment after listening to the adjective "elder" in front of the wand. It was the first time he heard such a name.

Daphne was even more shocked than Rhys: You haven't even heard of the legend of the three brothers, are you sure you are a wizard?

This is as absurd as a child from a Muggle family who has never heard of Sleeping Beauty or Snow White.

"The story written by Beedle the Bard, collected in The Tales of Beedle the Bard!" Daphne couldn't help but wave her hands, unable to hide her inner shock.

The only response she got was Rhys's deafening silence.

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