From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 169 A Thousand Years of Waiting and Protection
"Sigurd? The dragon slayer mentioned in the Nibelungenlied and the Vulsonsaga, who was suspected to be a king?" As expected of a master, Professor Torre immediately thought of this story.

When these two stories were brought up, everyone except Olafur looked completely bewildered.

Professor, aren't we geology students? Aren't you an anthropology professor? What's with spouting all these ancient folk songs?!

"The Song of the Nibelungs? That ancient Germanic poem? The legendary poem of our ancestors?" a German student asked curiously. He had also heard this story from his father.

“The legendary dragon slayer Sigurd is my ancestor?” Olafell was astonished. He was in Iceland, so of course he had heard the story of the dragon slayer. In fact, in this country where ancient traditions are still well preserved, every child has heard these stories.

The so-called "Saga" is actually Norse mythology and legends. These ancient songs have only been preserved to a limited extent in Iceland.

Those ancient legends contain gods, heroes, elves, and dwarves, as well as unique dragon-slaying stories!
“Yes!” said the dwarf Derian. “He is your ancestor, and the blood of the dragon slayer flows in your veins!”

"The blood of a dragon slayer?" Olaf suddenly paused, somewhat at a loss. "Then what does that mean?"

"This means you are qualified to inherit the relics of Sigurd!" said the light elf Orphion. "The witch once said that the land will not be peaceful in the future, that terrible dragons will descend once more, and that dragon-slaying warriors will rise up and become new heroes!"

"And how could a family of dragon slayers not have its own weapons? We borrowed Sigurd's weapons and armor, but we have no way to return them, so we are waiting for you here!"

Hearing this, Olaf suddenly understood. "You borrowed my ancestors' equipment to slay dragons, and now you want to return it to me, right?"

Hearing this, the two smiled sheepishly. "Yes, Sigurd is long gone. There's no information about him in Valhalla, so we can only wait here!"

"Why did you slay the dragon?" Olafel asked again. "Was it an evil dragon?"

"Yes, this is a vicious dragon that will devour the kingdom, which is why we chose to kill it!" Derian's voice came. "Unfortunately, we couldn't resist the curse, otherwise this set of equipment could have been returned to its rightful owner!"

As he spoke, he took a box from the enlarged room, opened it, and inside was a red dragon scale and a crimson two-handed greatsword!

"The Red Dragon Armor and the Sword of Sigurd are both here!"

"Armor?" Olaviel was taken aback, then saw the dwarf Derian press red dragon scales onto his body. A flash of light appeared, and a set of red armor appeared on his body, causing an uproar among the surrounding people!
Offhen explained, "This is something created using both alchemy and blacksmithing techniques. It can be put on and taken off at any time and is easy to carry around!"

Derian said smugly, "This is armor crafted by our clan. It can be carried around without affecting combat effectiveness! If it weren't for..."

He suddenly seemed to remember something, stopped speaking, and his expression darkened.

Beside him, the light elf Orphion patted him on the shoulder without saying a word.

The group keenly sensed that there seemed to be more to the story, but neither of them seemed inclined to say anything. They watched as Olafel removed his armor, which transformed back into dragon scales, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Being able to use this suit of armor is the mark of being a descendant of Sigurd. It finally fulfills our wish. Even when we go to Helheim, we can face Sigurd and say without hesitation, 'We gave his things to his descendants!'"

The two nodded slowly, as if they had fulfilled a final wish. At that moment, they turned on the switch to the secret room next to them, allowing everyone to see two skeletons, one fat and one thin, in another room.

“We are dead, but our souls live on, so we still have a responsibility to return these things to the descendants of Sigurd!”

"Now that our vow has come to an end, it is time for us to leave!"

Upon hearing these words, the relief in their voices was palpable, and for many, it seemed as if a special story was unfolding before their eyes.

The story begins with the light elves and dwarves wanting to save the city and defeat the dragon, so they seek out the dragon-slaying hero Sigurd for his help!

This hero generously lent his armor and weapons to the two men, enabling them to come here, slay the dragon, and save the people.

In the end, the two defeated the dragon, but also lost their lives.

Finally, in their final moments, they buried the dragon and themselves, and built a stone chamber there to quietly await their death.

Their souls were also imprisoned here, enduring a lonely and long wait until the arrival of the others!

What a heavy promise this is, and what loyal people these are!

They waited a thousand years for that promise, and if it never came, perhaps they would have continued to wait? Such spirit is truly admirable!
At this point, Derian also made a fuss about their language, saying, "Your language is really interesting. Why did you translate me as a dwarf? I'm not short!"

He was about the same height as everyone else, so he really had nothing to do with dwarfs.

Professor Torre replied, “In our mythology, you were translated as dwarfs, which is another name for dwarfs, and that is how your name came about!”

The professor seemed to fully accept their origins and even helped them fill in some gaps in their history.

His words surprised the two of them. "Myths? We've become myths? That seems like quite a while ago..."

"However, it's none of our business anymore. Once you go to Helheim, you might not be able to come back!"

"Descendants of Sigurd, remember your responsibility! You are the offspring of the dragon slayer. Do not let the evil dragon run rampant among mankind!"

Then, as if they had triggered something, their figures vanished like specks of light.

Before they disappeared, they gave a hint: "Everyone in this room can take one item; it's a reward for adventurers!"

"After you've taken what you need, leave this place. Don't take what doesn't belong to you. May the light of Alfheim illuminate your path!"

Upon hearing this, and seeing the diverse array of items around them, though not dazzling, everyone's eyes lit up.

They were so shocked that they didn't notice the specific situation here, but now they do!

This stone chamber looks small, but it contains a lot of things: books, weapons, and all kinds of ornaments.

"That light elf seems to be a wizard, right? So, do all these ornaments have magical engravings?" someone muttered, and then everyone moved, rushing towards the ornament area.

Soon, they had taken their belongings; some took jewelry, some took weapons—all the most useful items in the room.

Only Professor Torre, relying on his knowledge, managed to take down a book.

"Professor, what book is this?" someone asked curiously.

“History books, books that tell the history of the gods and these races!” Torre said. To him, knowledge was more important than weapons and ornaments that seemed more powerful.

The crowd's eyes wavered. Was knowledge more important than the extraordinary? They certainly didn't think so!

"Olavel, aren't you going to take it?" someone asked curiously, looking at the man standing there.

Olafel shook his head. "I've already taken what belonged to our ancestors, so I won't take anything else! Remember, take only one thing!"

He was not greedy at all, because as an Icelander, he understood the essence of mythology and knew clearly that the most undesirable thing in Norse mythology was greed!
Odin had to gouge out his eyes for wisdom; how much more would mortals lose if they overstepped their bounds? Every gift comes with a price, and that price will be far more terrifying and unforgettable!

Olafel stared at the group and asked in a deep voice, "None of you took anything extra, did you?"

"Of course not!" everyone said in unison.

“Let’s go then, let’s leave this place first…” Professor Torre said, “Let’s take one last look at this place, because once we leave, we might not be able to come back!”

The crowd looked around before filing out and arriving at the entrance of the cave.

Everyone came out, and the runes reappeared in the air. The stone walls rumbled shut, completely sealing the place off.

The group walked out one by one; it was getting dark outside, and they had to go back first!
As the last person left the area, a huge block of ice slid down, blocking the entrance and drawing everyone's attention.

This is indeed the legendary "mysterious adventure"—even the entrance disappears after you leave...

(End of this chapter)