Nordic: I Created a Forbidden Land for the Gods

"Miss Ella, where do you want to go?" came the layered voices.

In the slightly chilly wind, the woman in green, who had been slowly pacing, suddenly stopped. Looking at the chaotic figure that had suddenly appeared in front of her, a smile appeared in her long, charming eyes.

She wasn't surprised that someone was blocking her way; what surprised her was that "she" was using "herself" to block her own way.

Is Winterfell Island truly controlled by only one person?

"Well... naturally, I need to talk to your original self."

"After all, we've already been delayed for quite a while. I think we should finish the important things we need to do, shouldn't we?"

A slightly provocative tone, like a warm breeze, came from his mouth.

As she spoke, she took a step forward with her long, white legs, about to cross over.

But the chaotic figure shifted to the side and blocked the way again.

"If it's that matter, we can just talk about it here. There's no need for you to make another trip, right?"

"Incarnation" says this.

The sounds were layered, just like before, and the specific changes were unclear.

But Ella's eyes narrowed.

Something's strange.

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"Miss Slud, you look like you're recovering well."

"It's a real shame that you have a mission to complete and I can't come to see you in person."

In the wooden cabin of Winterfell, Neil had already placed the communication stone with glacial patterns on the table, then took two steps back.

As the strange fluctuations flowed above, a beautiful figure in a white dress materialized from them. Neil bowed slightly and spoke in a tone filled with emotion.

The figure had golden hair and blue eyes, and her proportions were perfect. It would be an exaggeration to say that she was stunningly beautiful, and her slightly ethereal state made her seem even more dreamlike.

Even though Neil had met some elves during this time, he still subconsciously felt that the word "elves" was closer to the woman in front of him than "elves."

"You're more talkative than before."

"This surprises me, since there shouldn't be anyone else on the island who can talk to you."

"Sometimes I'll make a ball and draw faces that talk on it to pass the time."

Trying not to let his lips twitch, Neil chuckled.

Like the forest and the port, this wooden house is also marked "hidden," a measure taken to deceive the evil dragon leader.

Neil usually stays here to avoid any potential powerful outside eyes watching him, emphasizing the importance of staying put.

But now, as he focused his mind and activated the runes with all his might, he tried his best to keep the projection in front of him from noticing the commotion outside.

He still remembered how grumpy the Valkyrie was in the morning and how determined she was to hold the Inquisition.

Although it's just a projection in front of her, and the real person isn't here, if she knew the current situation on the island...

Especially since there is a heretic who is no less formidable than a giant...

With these thoughts in mind, Neil tried his best to maintain a smile and continued talking to Slud, who had a gentle smile and seemed harmless.

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"Indeed, thank you for your concern. Let's talk about the trial here."

After taking a deep look at the "avatar" in front of her, Ella spoke in a slightly amused voice.

For some reason, Neil always felt that the other person's words had a hidden meaning, a hint of mockery.

But in any case, it finally made her stop...

Ok?

"The first two stages are fine, but they are related to whether you can enter the Holy Spirit Temple. Even if you can't become a Holy Spirit, you can become an 'Honorary Warner God' and enjoy the worship of many vassals."

"Therefore, all three trials will be quite rigorous, so I hope you will listen carefully."

"The conditions for passing are not specified; they are determined by the individual conducting the assessment..."

Freya, in her avatar, licked her rosy upper lips beneath the green veil and spoke thus.

Every word she uttered carried a seductive quality, echoing and reverberating, penetrating the cloak of chaos and reaching the very core.

The spiritual energy, which should have been as ethereal as gas, suddenly surged, as if tinged with pink.

"Speaking of which, the last person to enter the Holy Spirit Temple was also a prodigy, with extraordinary talent, and could even control and rule a mythical kingdom..."

Ella then changed the subject, recounting the heroic deeds of those who had previously attempted the challenge.

It seems like a detailed explanation with examples, but it actually stretches out a matter that could be explained in a few words.

Neil was trying to do two things at once, exchanging pleasantries with Slud while listening to Ella's words. However, due to the connection between their mental powers, his physical body was also affected, just like his "avatar."

"You don't look well, are you alright?"

Seeing that Neil's expression suddenly became unnatural, his face flushed an unnatural red, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead, Slud paused for a moment before speaking with concern.

"It's nothing, just a cold. After all, we're just ordinary people, and it's perfectly normal to catch some illnesses."

Neil forced a smile, his throat dry and his voice hoarse, as if he hadn't had water in a long time.

He tried to minimize the connection between himself and his "avatar" to avoid being further affected.

However, because it was to confirm important intelligence, they dared not completely cut off the connection as they had done before to evade it.

"Why is this avatar of the main god suddenly acting so recklessly?"

Neil was furious. While dealing with Asar's Valkyrie, he held the Spirit Mirror and used his mind to check the situation at the port through the connection with the runes.

The seductive sound echoed and spread, affecting the other side as well.

The port is home to a diverse array of races, including rugged and bold dwarves, dark elf nobles, and hybrids with hidden madness.

Because of their bloodline affiliations, they are not in harmony with each other, but because they keep their relationship a secret and neither side dares to break the silence, they live in peace and maintain a fragile balance.

But as they were all affected, their breathing became rapid and their expressions varied.

What they had initially perceived as a hazy, indistinct mist before them now seemed clear and captivating...

Some of the more rugged and aggressive races would approach and attack directly, and the other side would not resist but would accept the attack.

The runes on Winterfell were written by Neil and have no effect on it; they can be clearly observed.

He saw that a noblewoman of dark elf, due to her bloodline ability, sensed something was wrong in advance and took two steps back.

But in the end, they couldn't completely resist the influence and started bickering with each other... All these scenes made Neil's mouth twitch.

"What on earth is she doing all of a sudden?!"

Neil's mind grew increasingly agitated. Although he tried to reduce the impression by suppressing the connection, it accumulated little by little. Moreover, his "avatar" was right in front of the "pathogen," making it increasingly difficult for him to maintain his composure in front of the Valkyrie.

Just when he was about to lose his temper and completely sever the connection with his "avatar".

Ella, who had been speaking at length, suddenly paused and began to speak seductively in a voice that was both amused and enchanting:

"Are you really going to break off? Then I'll have to go and meet your original self directly to talk to you."

"I suppose you wouldn't want the Aesir god you're secretly meeting to know of my existence as a heretic, would you?"

The words, like whispers lingering near his earlobe, caused Neil to freeze abruptly.