Nordic: I Created a Forbidden Land for the Gods

"They are just mortals. I just feel that they are not truly sinful. Even if they worship giants, it is not a choice they could make."

"Besides, two hundred years ago, their ancestors were also victims of abduction."

Hearing the voice coming from the communication stone at his waist, Slud shook his head and said this.

As she spoke, her bright eyes looked down at the figures of the common people, a fleeting sympathy crossing her face.

Upon hearing this, no exclamation came from the communication stone, but on the other end, a woman in armor froze, her eyes widening in disbelief.

The Asa people have a very weak concept of mortals, and this was the first time she had heard such remarks from her own kind.

I heard it from Seventh Sister, who had a very clear stance against heresy.

Whenever she talks about giants, she always has a "we'll make sure they never come back" attitude.

Although he can still instantly kill Titans, his attitude towards affiliated heretics seems to have changed somewhat.

Why?

Slud didn't intend to discuss this topic further. After exchanging a few more words with the person on the other end of the communication stone, she closed the communication and descended into the kingdom's palace.

Slud was originally injured, but with time and the healing of "Dragonfire", she is gradually recovering.

Only after reaching the level four rune level was the "communication" function rewritten, allowing access to the Valkyrie's private space and communication with other sisters.

Although I was somewhat forced to write a Level 4 paper at the time, it backfired.

However, with the help and supplies provided by other Valkyries, her recovery speed has increased further, and she has now recovered to the mid-level of a mid-god, making her capable of carrying out the Father God's mission.

Tap, tap, tap.

A stunningly beautiful Valkyrie, dressed in a white dress, wandered through the hall, each step echoing through the empty space, creating a sense of loneliness.

Who would have thought that not long ago, this place was filled with giants and hybrids squandering their wealth, and ordinary people putting on a brave face and trying their best to serve them?

Before landing, Slud gave a loud, resounding farewell, allowing all the mortal servants ample time to leave, and they showed no lingering attachment to the master they had served.

"Neil is all alone on the island. Should we send some of the experienced servants here to work there, so they can continue to have 'protection' and keep him company?"

As she watched the crowds rushing away, Slud subconsciously thought this.

But when she looked closely and saw that the maids were all beautiful and charming, she realized they probably wouldn't be able to bring any real benefits to Winterfell, so she simply gave up.

She is a pragmatist.

"There should be something Neil needs in here."

She stepped into an obsidian gate, over a hundred meters high, inlaid with silver patterns, flanked by statues of skeleton knights, the air thick with the smell of rust and sulfur.

In the center of the gate was a giant lock, its intersecting patterns radiating an astonishing and terrifying aura. When Slud lightly raised her fair hand to touch it, she felt a strong force of isolation. If a mortal or even a heroic spirit were to accidentally touch it, they would probably be turned to ashes instantly.

But with just a casual push, the force instantly dissipated, as if the gate of a giant beast had been pushed open to the sides, revealing a dazzling array of treasures piled up like mountains.

It was the treasure that the Ashes royal family had amassed over hundreds of years.

Collecting these items was another task Odin assigned to the Valkyries, in addition to setting up the battlefield in advance.

But each time Slud travels through a land of giants, in addition to fulfilling her upward goals, she also takes extra care to collect things that are unnecessary for the above-mentioned people but very useful to a certain mortal.

She has been working very hard lately, and she has basically completed her targets.

This kingdom was one she specifically chose. Besides its bad reputation, it was said to have wiped out a dwarf tribe and possessed a large collection of architectural blueprints.

She believed it would be helpful to Neil.

She planned to go back sometime, and just thinking about the surprised look on Neil's face when he saw her gift made her smile.

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"This is the Ice Sea, the place where the war between Asgard and the Giants is about to begin?"

"It's too remote, and the general level of life isn't high, so it's not a big deal."

"If we Dark Elves get involved, perhaps Ymir's relics can really return to our hands!"

On an island in the icy sea, a man sat atop a blood-soaked wild boar and laughed.

Beside him were seven or eight men and women who echoed his sentiments.

It was a gigantic boar, tens of meters tall, which trembled violently when it fell, and the leaves of the surrounding forest fell like rain.

Roar!

The giant boar roared, its long tusks flashing with a cold light, and its imposing aura burst forth, instantly leaving those figures behind.

After getting up, its eyes were bloodshot, and it turned around and charged at the man who had just spoken.

It is the island's master, possessing terrifying power, and all the surrounding flora and fauna must submit to it.

But now it feels an unprecedented humiliation, and in order to regain its glory, it must make the person in front of it pay the price!

Pfft!

The chaotic black energy raged, causing the giant pig's flesh and blood to disintegrate, and it staggered and fell to the ground.

Before it died, its eyes regained their clarity, revealing confusion and fear.

After all, it has come this far not only because of its boldness, but also because of its caution.

Back in the inland, although I knew there were opportunities everywhere, I also knew I wouldn't survive long there, so I coerced a big fish to carry me away and to this place.

And now, he actually got "hooked," and despite clearly sensing the terrifying aura on the other side, he still rushed up to commit suicide.

Why?

Finally, with the images of those who had killed him etched into his mind, the island lord fell completely silent.

Their common features include cascading white hair and long, pointed ears adorned with ice crystal earrings.

Furthermore, regardless of gender, they all possessed extremely strange and handsome appearances.

Their skin was dark, and the exposed parts were painted with various patterns in red, brown, and other colors. Combined with their wild clothing, they looked primitive and savage.

They were all dark elves, on par with light elves, and powerful beings at the level of heroic spirits when they reached adulthood.

This is still without the need for training.

They also have a place in the inland areas; otherwise, they wouldn't have dared to come and try their luck after hearing about the naval war and knowing that it was a grand event where only gods were qualified to participate.

"However, I heard that the famous giant Colin was also here. I heard a lot about his deeds during the Deep Sea Battle."

"We've never had a chance to meet, but now that we're on the way, we can."

"The Blizzard Island he's on... is that in that direction, right?"

The dark elves whispered among themselves, casually flicked the blood off their hands, and then leaped off in one direction.

They moved very fast, creating a sonic boom in an instant, causing large areas of seawater below to surge and churn.

They were all heading straight for Blizzard Isle, paying little attention to the rest of Winterfell.

Even just now was just a "trial run".

But suddenly the leading dark elf let out a soft exclamation, his whooshing figure abruptly halting as he looked down at an island with a strange expression.

"I looked at the map before I came out. This should be an isolated island called Winterfell."

"It's turned out like this?"