Nordic: I Created a Forbidden Land for the Gods

"Lord of the Ice Kingdom, son of the great Orvadi, Lord Shaki."

"Eleanor, the daughter of Ymir, requests an audience."

On a plain perpetually covered by raging ice and snow, a witch descended from the sky and landed in front of a palace, speaking in a sincere voice.

Her voice was melodious and light, sounding somewhat weak, yet it seemed to drift away with the wind.

Hundred meters, ten thousand meters.

Even a million kilometers away, it lingered in the ears of the last citizen of the Ice Kingdom.

It was a giant nearly a thousand meters tall, wearing a horned helmet and heavy leather armor, exuding a strong sense of oppression. He was a general who took turns guarding the frontier.

As a pastime when he was bored, he would look down from the city wall, where the corpses and souls of the dead he had killed were piled up.

Dwarves, elves, heroic spirits, hybrids, and even the remains of gods.

You can find everything you want here.

No, because they are too weak, mortals are not among them.

After all, this territory is the land of giants, and that species has neither the power nor the courage to be here.

Even such a person tensed up instantly upon hearing that sudden, lingering sound, his aura exploding and his vigilance naturally revealed.

Even a giant must remain vigilant at all times in this position, yet he hadn't even noticed the approaching mysterious voice.

He was ready to act at any moment, but when he heard "Son of Ymir," his expression suddenly became respectful. He instinctively turned to the corresponding direction and bowed in the manner of the oldest etiquette he knew.

Not only him, but also the giant soldiers on duty in the frontier, and all the giant inhabitants within a million miles.

They all made the same movement the moment they heard the sound.

Ymir, the first Titan, the source of all Titan bloodlines, and once the most powerful one.

During his lifetime, he led his race to conquer the world, which was the peak of the giants' power, and that alone is enough for the giants to admire and worship.

"Ymir's offspring are practically royalty among all the Titans. As a minor king of a remote country, I cannot bear to receive your visit."

"I have a lot of things to take care of, and I really don't have the energy to host a banquet."

"I will pretend that what happened today never happened. Please leave."

Within the palace, a vast and majestic sound echoed, the words carrying only a superficial respect, but the tone was anything but.

The last sentence even seemed to be a way of turning away guests; after it was finished, the palace gates remained closed, with no intention of opening them.

What about Ymir's descendants? They are still Ymir's people.

All giants carry the original bloodline, only differing in the concentration of it.

The royal family once ruled the world, making all living beings feel like they were trapped in a birdcage, forced to submit, and held unparalleled prestige.

But with the death of the Primal One, the only throne became vacant, and the world's格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall situation or structure) was completely changed as a result.

Almost every race vied for that position, and as for the so-called descendants of Ymir, they were merely remnants of the old era.

They are not qualified to board the ship of the new era.

Hearing the words from the palace, she seemed to be used to it all along; the delicate face covered by the witch's robe showed no shame, anger, or dissatisfaction.

Instead, she took a light breath and spoke again in a clear, melodious voice:

"Lord Shaki, I appreciate that you still have respect for bloodlines, but unless it is absolutely necessary, I do not intend to cause you any delay."

Are you interested in the relics of the original being?

This time she did not use any mysterious power, and her tone was very soft, as if it could be covered up by the wind and snow at any moment.

But the moment the message was sent out, a tremendous aura erupted from the palace, the surrounding atmosphere trembled, and even the continuous blizzard abruptly stopped, and even rolled back into the sky.

With a deafening roar, the magnificent, previously tightly closed doors burst open, and a once-imposing voice, now tinged with a complex tone, rang out again:

"...Come in, and tell me more details."

Even though Ymir is now history, she was once a terrifying being who caused the world to tremble and shake.

Any news, no matter how small, is enough to make everyone vying for the throne pay close attention!

The witch nodded in agreement and stepped inside with a solemn expression.

Such a scene is not unique to the Land of Ice.

The country of mountains, the country of snow, the country of sea, the country of fire...

All of Ymir's children visited the lords of the various giant kingdoms at the same time.

"The primordial relics we possessed were stolen by Odin and abandoned in some sea."

"The exact location is unknown, but it has indeed been lost. I hope that you, as the Lord, can find it as soon as possible."

"After all, other gods will certainly be searching for it as well. Rather than the giants' natural enemies, I would prefer that you, who are also descendants of the primordial beings, obtain it better."

After saying this, these former members of the royal family did not linger and quickly left to go to the next place to relay the message.

They didn't even want to enter the palaces of various countries, but for the sake of secrecy, it was a necessary step.

Even just a few words were enough to make the powerful giants in high positions breathe heavily and their eyes gleam intensely.

And as if to confirm this, they activated their respective advanced abilities, even at a certain cost, to "elevate" their vision.

In this way, one can look down on the world from a high vantage point and clearly see that there are multiple sea areas where traces of violent thunder have been raged.

The power of lightning, enough to cover the entire sea area, was extraordinary. Moreover, as a giant, an existence that sought to dominate the world, it was impossible for it not to recognize the corresponding "flavor" of the runes in the remnants of lightning!

"It is indeed Odin of Aesir. Releasing lightning over such a vast area of ​​the sea is clearly an attempt to conceal something!"

"So, the primordial offspring were indeed right; Odin sent an avatar to steal that great man's relics?"

"There are too many suspicious points in this matter. In the end, did that person really leave behind any belongings?"

At the "high places" of the world, as different perspectives converge, each person can sense the mutual suspicion and doubt between them.

After Ymir's death, many of his former retainers and enemies plundered and divided his wealth, with most of the benefits going to each other. Even if there were skilled members among the royal descendants, they might not be able to leave behind anything substantial.

Furthermore, if they send troops to those places, it will certainly leave the various giant kingdoms somewhat vulnerable, which will give the Aesir an opportunity to exploit.

When venturing into unfamiliar territory, there will certainly be Valkyries setting up ambushes, opening up battlefields, and forcibly holding back these troops.

For them, it seems to be all bad.

Opening up multiple battlefields at the same time to lure them away is a calculated move by the Aesir!

However, these "high-up" observers did not immediately withdraw their gazes with disdain; instead, they continued to watch and observe from above to confirm the authenticity of the information.

Indeed, even if it were just a name, Ymir's relics were enough for them to take seriously.

Even if the risks are huge, what if?

What if they could obtain the secret to reaching that primordial level...

After a long silence, these gazes did not exchange opinions. Even if they did speak, they all believed that the other was lying, because they themselves would definitely send troops to these sea areas to investigate the situation.

No one knows for sure whether the artifacts exist in that area of ​​the sea, or whether they are a hoax.

But one thing is absolutely certain.

"Whether it's true or not, as one of the selected sea areas, the Ice Sea will become a new battlefield for giants and gods to fight."

"So, does that mean I, living here, will suffer the same, or perhaps even more, devastation of war as I have in the inland areas?"

Seeing Slud nod in agreement, Neil fell silent, unable to speak for a moment.