Nordic: I Created a Forbidden Land for the Gods

Neil strode away, calmly walking away from Killian's angry and resentful gaze.

At this moment, how could he not realize that he had been tricked by this mortal?

He had many doubts in his mind, but the moment Slud Thunder appeared and forcefully rescued Neil, all the clues connected.

Why would the powerful and arrogant Aesir build a fortress on a deserted island, and why are the buildings not designed to fit the size of the Titans?

Why is he able to disregard the ancient Norse restrictions and possess multiple runes even when he is weak?

Why do we still repeatedly find ourselves in trouble when dealing with these mixed-race individuals?

Why did that Valkyrie only appear to fight for a very short period of time? Why was that period of time so different from all the previous defensive methods?

There is only one answer to these questions.

That means the one who truly controls everything is not the Valkyrie, but a mortal!

Neil was the one who truly set up Winterfell!

The moment Killian realized he had been tricked all along, he was filled with rage and intense disbelief.

After all, if a god were to fight against them, even if they were only seriously injured, he could still accept it.

After all, those are the truly powerful beings that dominate the world.

Even if they possess mythical bloodlines, they are ultimately just hybrids, and on the grand stage of the world, they can only serve as pawns at best.

But the truth is, the one they were constantly fighting against was just an ordinary person.

Even if one possesses a certain bloodline and can use runes and buildings, one is still ultimately just a mortal.

They serve as cannon fodder on the world stage, even less worthy than these mixed-race ants.

And I could have killed it.

Although he was unclear about the situation in the cabin, the prolonged standoff gave him many opportunities to make a move.

Even if the wooden house is destroyed, he can take action the moment he knows the other party's true identity.

But he was tricked again, causing him to miss his chance while he hesitated.

As the captain, he had participated in many battles and had even dealt with real heroic spirits and gods with ease.

But he was outwitted by a mere mortal.

several times!!!

The roar, filled with resentment and anger, echoed and reverberated, but Neil did not turn around to look.

He stepped away, leaving the battlefield when Slud came to the rescue, and only breathed a slight sigh of relief after he was out of the reach of the aftershocks.

He nodded in thought. Considering that Captain Evil Dragon had been hiding his strength and that even though Valkyrie had recovered using the Blood Rune, the recovery time was relatively short, the actual gap between the two sides was not that much. Therefore, he did not return immediately but headed towards the pile of pirates.

He could only collect the loot from half of the small hill he killed directly; the other half, though not, still had their supplies looted.

As he walked, Neil held the Spirit Mirror, using communication to maintain the surrounding arrow towers as protection, so that even if the zombie came back to life, he could deal with it quickly.

Although the level 2 "Concealment" rune can affect even a Heroic Spirit-level powerhouse, causing confusion in their consciousness, this was his forest, so he quickly arrived at his destination.

"Is this the other commander on the Evil Dragon Ship besides the captain?"

After searching for a while, Neil's gaze shifted to a corpse that, although taller than him, resembled that of a dwarf in size and clothing.

Although this was their first actual face-to-face meeting, Neil had already gathered some information about the other party through Slud's relay and the perspective from the arrow tower.

Neil's mind raced, and several arrows shot out from afar, embedding themselves in the inanimate object, electrifying and burning it. Only after confirming that it wasn't feigning death did he step closer.

Neil actually valued this first mate quite a bit.

At least it's more important than that evil dragon captain.

After all, while that person was powerful, their intelligence wasn't quite up to par, while this person was a true strategist.

Even without Slud's advice in the early stages, some of Neil's tactics would still have been seen through by the first mate, and the Winterfell position would not have been able to be held up until it has grown to its current state.

Unfortunately, in this cruel world, even the best intellect can't overcome office politics.

Two brains cannot fit on one boat.

During the final raid, the first mate actually had a chance to dodge and survive, but he was deliberately used as a shield by the evil dragon captain and "sacrificed" himself.

Neil shook his head and sighed, but then suddenly exclaimed in surprise, noticing a flash of light coming from the pocket on the first mate's chest.

The fire and electric shock had made the already damaged leather armor even more rotten, but that part could withstand the damage and was still functioning.

"Level 2 'communication'?"

Through the charred and shattered black slag, Neil could see the shape outlined by the light, which was a rune, very mysterious and full of transparency.

Although it was the first time he had seen it, just like the difference between simplified and traditional Chinese characters, it was not much different from the level 3 runes that Slud had given him, and the general structure was basically the same.

"However, the evil dragon's runestones are basically only level one, so why is he carrying a level two one?"

"Besides, this pirate crew was almost completely wiped out, so who would be communicating with him?"

Neil pondered, his curiosity growing uncontrollably.

However, he remained cautious and did not take action himself. Instead, he maintained a certain distance, communicated with the arrow tower, and launched a fishing net bearing the brand of runes.

Like a claw machine, it required precise and indirect operation. Although it was a bit tedious, I still managed to successfully retrieve the glowing stone.

Shaped like icicles, the packaging looks very rough, and in addition to the runes, there is a blue river mark made of three stripes.

"This is the communication stone of the Ice Age Kingdom... I see. This strategist is even smarter than I imagined."

"He probably thought he could use this to intimidate the captain when the battle was over, but he miscalculated the threat to my position."

"One wrong step leads to another, and in the end, you'll lose your life."

Neil murmured, a look of understanding in his eyes.

Although it was their first meeting, based on all the clues he had gathered, he had already analyzed and confirmed that Killian and Fanny's relationship was not good.

The pirates' plan was probably to break through this position and then leave for the Ice Age Kingdom, hoping to find a powerful ally to prepare for the inevitable naval war.

On the way, Kylian would be discarded after his usefulness was over, but unexpectedly, Fanny had already made contact with that kingdom and probably even reached some kind of agreement.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been given an artifact of at least level two.

As long as Killian shows murderous intent towards him, but upon seeing the "evidence," the captain, fearing a bad impression, can only stop in anger, Fanny can successfully survive.

Indeed, he's a brilliant strategist. This super brain reminds Neil of Alvis, the famous dwarf from Norse mythology.

This name means "All-wise One" among the dwarves. He has extensive knowledge of astronomy, geography, all living beings and things. To high-ranking beings who use the completion of runes as their cultivation system, he is as precious as a gold and silver mine. Whether giants or gods, they all treat him with great respect. Even beings at the level of chief gods will meet him in person.

But it was precisely because of his extraordinary intellect that he attracted the attention of one of the rulers of the Aesir, who tricked him into revealing all his knowledge, then petrified him with sunlight, ending his life in tragedy.

Although this evil dragon's first mate was far from being as good as Alvis, he had some resemblance to him, which convinced Neil that the dwarves were not only good at crafting and forging weapons.

Just then, the communication stone shone even brighter.

Even though no one was actively triggering it, the feeling of clarity and mystery was even stronger. In Neil's contracting pupils, a magnificent light and shadow suddenly rose up.

"This is Winterfell Island. All the pirates of the Evil Dragon are dead. What happened?"

"Why is there a mortal here?"

A cold, contemptuous voice, carrying a strong sense of oppression, suddenly vibrated Neil's eardrums.