Nordic: I Created a Forbidden Land for the Gods

Upon hearing the wizard's words, Colin didn't waste any words. He raised his huge, purplish-blue hand and pressed it onto the crystal ball.

Even as a pure-blooded giant, and one that is extremely strong compared to the surrounding kingdoms, he can easily travel over a range of tens of thousands of miles and directly find that pirate crew to recruit.

But his status as the ruler prevented him from leaving at will, not to mention that the entire nation was currently engaged in pre-war preparations.

Unless absolutely necessary, he would usually wait for someone to come to him, but since the crystal ball is a magical artifact that can observe distant places, he doesn't need to go there specifically.

As the king, Colin knew the surrounding area very well, but after thinking for a while, he remembered the coordinates of Winterfell and entered them into the crystal ball.

It was such a remote and inaccessible place, and there was absolutely no value in looting it, so I wouldn't remember anything that wasn't relevant.

As a divine artifact, the crystal ball can cover a wide distance, but it also has its limits. It can be clearly seen within the borders, but becomes blurry when it is too far away. It can only be captured by using the aura as a point of light.

As the convex and concave image inside the crystal ball suddenly went black, several white dots appeared, some of which shone very brightly. Then, Colin's crowned head nodded slightly.

"There are indeed multiple Heroic Spirits at that level, so you weren't lying to me."

"As a mixed-race individual, to have grown to this level, one must possess some kind of profound knowledge. If we were to recruit them, they would likely be of use to our country, and could even have some effect in wars against the gods."

"Besides, their teamwork doesn't require any additional training, and they can be used as combat power immediately. Let's deploy them to the front lines against the other two countries and see how effective they are."

There are three kingdoms on Blizzard Island, and they have had friction and conflict for many years, even knowing that a war of gods is about to break out.

After all, the more resources one seizes from the enemy, the stronger one becomes.

As for whether the weakened nations that were swallowed up would perish due to the war between the gods, they wouldn't care.

Looking at the crystal ball, Colin rubbed his chin, his expression becoming even more concerned.

As I was pondering how to use these chess pieces, suddenly several of the densely packed points of light on the crystal ball went out.

Colin was stunned by what he saw, and even the wizard who had been watching from the side was taken aback.

Before he could think further, the pitch-black screen, with its convex and translucent appearance, began to show more and more points of light disappearing. In just half a minute, less than ten remained.

Then, after a while, the number continued to decrease, including some spirit-level points of light.

Colin's lips twitched, and his face became somewhat strange and stiff.

"Such a large pirate crew... wiped out?" He asked in a low voice, somewhat puzzled.

Even for their Ice Age Kingdom, destroying an ordinary mixed-blood pirate crew would take a lot of effort, let alone an evil dragon that far surpasses ordinary ones.

Nearly ten Heroic Spirits—even the Ice River Kingdom couldn't immediately muster that many combat forces.

If the two neighboring kingdoms were to find out, they would both have to take it seriously to some extent.

But now, this pirate crew can be described as somewhat amazing.

It's gone?

No, although it's not completely covered, you can still see an exceptionally strong point of light hovering over it through the crystal image.

But a pirate crew without any other members is no different from being wiped out.

Even the strongest individuals are at most at the Heroic Spirit level.

Even if it were useful to the Ice Age Kingdom, it wouldn't be as significant as a pirate crew.

"What exactly happened to the evil dragon on Winterfell Island?"

The Ice River Kingdom ruler looked at the crystal ball, his expression no longer as solemn as before.

In his original memory, it was just a remote corner, not worth paying any attention to.

But now, he really cares.

……

……

On Winterfell Island, the only remaining glimmer of light on the island was Killian, whose expression was gloomy and uncertain. He was increasingly guessing what the situation was with the wooden house in front of him.

The runes on his right shoulder were constantly activating, preparing for various sacrifices, which required him to delay the process. So even without entering the house, he spoke to the other person.

The wooden house appears to have runes engraved on it, similar to those in the forest, but in a different form, completely obscuring the aura inside and blurring out any sounds emanating from it.

He couldn't tell what was inside, and he even had difficulty determining whether it was a man or a woman.

Based on the previously gathered intelligence, it appears to contain the Valkyries of Asgard.

That's how it should be, but as the conversation progressed, even with the audio muted, he sensed something was off about many details.

The Deep Sea Battle, the names of some well-known gods and giants, and some "common knowledge" that isn't exactly a secret but isn't something you can just easily find out...

This "deity" seemed to have a vague understanding of these things, able to answer some questions, but mostly made up and couldn't guess them completely.

If that were all, that would be fine, since he was trying to stall for time anyway, and rambling on would be beneficial for him.

What puzzled him was that although he had made preparations for the sacrifice in advance and should have completed them earlier, the rune on his right shoulder was only flickering slightly and did not seem to be very active.

It seems that, based on the verification of the runes, the object of this sacrifice was not of much value.

Just as Killian was still hesitating, the roar from behind completely dispelled his doubts.

A deafening sound echoed, and he turned his head sharply, only to see a burst of light on the giant ship of his headquarters, and a figure in a pure white dress standing in mid-air.

He held a long spear, his golden hair was dazzling, and even from a distance, his crystal eyes could pierce the mind. His stunningly beautiful face was unforgettable, even if one had only glimpsed it before.

Asa, the Valkyrie.

She stole the flag from her own ship, branded with bloody runes, and used it to heal her wounds.

Who was that person who was just spouting nonsense to me?

Beneath the captain's hat, Killian's pupils contracted, his face turning grim and fierce. He raised his longsword, a burst of silver-white light flashing, and decisively slashed towards the wooden house.

He used to be wary of having any "explosion" related items in the cabin, but now he doesn't hesitate at all.

boom!

The wooden planks shattered and tore apart, the roof beams crashed to the ground, and the doors and windows flew out of their frames, turning into a pile of broken wood in the blink of an eye, along with the furniture inside, which was smashed to pieces.

Neil had experienced his house being demolished twice before, but this time it was even more dangerous because he was right in the middle.

But this time he had a smile on his face, or at least he appeared to be smiling, unlike last time.

Faced with the Evil Dragon Captain's sudden outburst and his cold, murderous gaze, Neil simply responded with a smile.

Just as the other person placed their hand on their right shoulder, about to initiate the sacrifice, he finally spoke:

Are you sure you really want to offer a sacrifice now?

"This process takes time. Can the power gained by sacrificing mere mortals truly stand against the Valkyries?"

Neil's voice was soft, yet it struck Kili's mind with real force.

The other person paused.

Even with this opportunity, thunder erupted in the distance, lightning flashed, and Slud rushed between the two!