Nordic: I Created a Forbidden Land for the Gods

"It seems that keeping them here is one objective."

Ella's gaze was deep as she turned her attention from the dark elves to the trees and forest around her.

The Warner Tree was enormous, almost towering, but after being inscribed with runes, its presence was diminished. Although it was still there, it was easily overlooked.

But in just that short while, that sense of presence diminished again.

Although Ella can still see, that's because she possesses the status of a goddess.

If it were any other heroic spirit, without constantly adjusting their power to resist, they would probably suffer from "amnesia" from time to time while in this forest.

"Compared to other factions and races, dark elves have sensitive senses. To deceive or conceal them is itself a kind of 'experience,' and even if it's done by trickery, it's the same."

"Or rather, it is precisely because of this clever trick that the corresponding 'method' was recorded, allowing the internal structure of the runes to be adjusted, and revealing that there is not just one way to 'hide,' but rather many more ideas."

"Over time, even if the dark elves don't exchange or buy anything here, they still contribute directly to the overall growth of this island."

"But as long as you stay here, you can 'conceal' the growth of the runes."

"This greatly reduces the time required to transform into level three."

Ella licked her lips, looked back at the harbor with amazement.

She had initially thought it was just a place for trading, but she never expected that, just like the two woodlands complementing each other, it could also achieve a similar synergistic effect.

"This Lord of Winter's End is much more interesting than I imagined."

"What race is his true form? I'm getting more and more curious."

The goddess chuckled softly, her gaze sweeping into the depths of the forest, alluring yet dangerous.

Neil didn't care much about how his arrangements had piqued the other person's interest.

Or perhaps it's dangerous for this goddess incarnation to be here, so since things are already like this, she might as well not care anymore.

Just a couple of days ago, the other person even tried to see what his genitals looked like, which made Neil quite resistant...

After observing the situation at the port and confirming that the young dark elves, while still on guard, had basically stabilized for the time being and should not cause any problems,

Neil pondered for a moment, then focused his mind and directed his consciousness toward the distance.

The dew from the spirit tree greatly enhanced his mental strength. In addition to using some to create "avatars," Neil also stored up a lot more to perform multi-threaded operations.

In his multithreaded programming, one of the threads is quite far apart.

It is not on Winterfell Island.

Thousands of miles away, on Snow Island, in the land of snow.

This is a small country ruled by people of mixed races.

"Boss, what was the original grade of this fish, and how much does it cost?"

At a port by the sea, a young man dressed simply and wearing a burlap hood came to a stall, looked it over, and asked this question.

The fishmonger was an old man, three meters tall, with rough, cracked skin. He was clearly of mixed race. He was smoking a pipe when he heard the price asked, and he glanced at the man.

When they saw a figure over two meters tall, they were stunned. They couldn't tell whether the other person was an overdeveloped mortal or a malnourished mixed-race person, and hesitated whether to drive the other person away.

"For those who haven't entered the country yet, here's a copper coin from the Third Secret Service. Do you want to buy it?"

But sensing the faint yet powerful aura emanating from the other party, he finally spoke in this manner.

The young man nodded. The price was a bit high, but his main purpose wasn't actually to buy it.

After asking the price again, I turned and left. I walked past several stalls and was chased away by some, but most of them looked hesitant and eventually helped me.

After repeatedly testing the waters, he walked into a small alley, took off his hood, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"It seems that this 'secret doll' is as useful as I imagined."

"At least it can fool mixed-race people without any problem."

He muttered to himself, his skin rough and cracked, exuding an aura of power—all clear characteristics of a mixed-race giant.

However, each characteristic is not very obvious, and the aura is only at level 5 or 6, so it is very far-fetched to call it a hybrid.

And its appearance is that of Neil, the "incarnation" that is far away.

Unlike other "avatars", this Neil has a physical form, or more precisely, a war puppet, which is the reward given by the Rock Nation for exchanging information about the Parker family.

As a kingdom that has ties with the dwarves and possesses corresponding mineral resources, the Stone Kingdom has a highly developed manufacturing industry capable of building war machines. This gives them a greater chance of survival in the upcoming naval war. However, due to the cost of trial and error, they generally exhibit arrogance.

Even so, the giant Tang Sen still felt a sharp pang of regret when he gave away the secret puppet.

After all, it took several dwarves years and a lot of precious materials to create such a masterpiece comparable to the pinnacle of heroic spirits.

He wouldn't have made this deal if it weren't for the need to prepare for a potential crisis and avoid being preemptively taken advantage of by the other two countries.

But, if...

When he saw Neil infuse his own mental energy into it.

At the same time, multiple runic powers flow in as a driving force, and the mixed fuels will continuously put unnecessary burden on the operation of the marionette.

Furthermore, because the core driving force of his mental power was only at the mortal level, the originally towering figure of tens of meters suddenly "shrunken" and fell to the lowest level, with all aspects of his values ​​approaching "nothingness".

I wonder what they would think if they saw their masterpiece being ruined like this?

"I don't know what he's thinking, but he's already sold it to me, so I can use it however I want."

Neil considered the possible expression on that arrogant being's face, then dismissed the unnecessary thought and turned to gaze at the other side of the sea.

That's in the direction of Blizzard Isle, there's a small island belonging to the Darkmoon Kingdom, where a secret realm exists.

It was the same coordinate that was originally given to him in the transaction.

At that time, after Blizzard Three Kingdoms left, Ayra also temporarily stayed on Winterfell Island, citing the fact that the Third Trial had not yet begun.

As for the mortal ship that brought her there, it was sent back.

Neil took advantage of that opportunity to hide the puppet in the cabin, and when they approached an island, they landed there and then looked for other ways to reach the coordinates of the secret realm.

The main body is holed up in the Winterfell base camp; leaving is out of the question, as it's the safest place, and all of its belongings can't be moved.

Therefore, we could only send "clones" there. This was also the reason why we asked the Stone Kingdom for this kind of reward.

After reviewing the previous tests again and confirming that there were no problems, Neil went to a nearby hotel to stay.

He had learned that there were ships heading to Blizzard Island that were about to set sail, and he planned to wait until then to depart.

However, as soon as he entered the hotel, he heard a commotion.

Are there any flight routes that can depart immediately?

"The beast tide is about to arrive; if we don't leave now, we might miss our chance!"