Nordic: I Created a Forbidden Land for the Gods

Five minutes ago.

In the cabin of Winterfell, Slud, who had been chatting idly, paused, noticing Neil's increasingly uneasy expression, and spoke with concern:

"Your face is getting redder and redder, are you alright?"

"I've never had a common illness, so I don't know much about it, but if it's too uncomfortable, you shouldn't endure it. Go and rest as soon as possible."

Her voice was soft, and her brows furrowed slightly.

"It's just a minor illness, nothing serious."

"Besides, the Warner Trees I planted recently have yielded a lot of fruit. When cooked into porridge with the meat from hunting or other meats, it's good for my health and won't cause me any harm."

Neil shook his head and waved his hand, but still maintained his composure.

Although his influence is not very great because his connection with the "incarnation" is relatively shallow and he is not directly in front of the goddess of love and beauty.

But the stunning beauty before her was no less captivating than any Warner Bros. goddess.

In addition, the mythological projection technology is so good that it includes pitiful expressions and some ravines, and all kinds of realism are overwhelming.

If he doesn't restrain himself, he might repeat the lapse in composure he made when he was previously "incarnated" and fell victim to the virus.

"By the way, could you elaborate on what happened with Nika earlier?"

"Winter Isle's current infrastructure is still too weak, but if it were to receive the blessing of a powerful being, even just a few scraps, the chances of surviving the crisis would be greatly increased."

Neil took a deep breath, suppressing the beastly impulses within him, and spoke.

He was unwilling to hang up the phone because he wanted to keep things strictly official.

Although he obtained the blueprints for the Catapult Tower shortly after meeting it, and even though there were already many blueprints available, Neil still found it hard to hide his excitement.

After all, it is a genuine mythical building.

In Slud's account, even gods can be harmed.

If built, Neil could mass-produce them using a cheat, achieving an effect that would leave the original giant kingdom speechless and unimaginable.

Furthermore, the amplification achieved by using different built-in runes will vary.

Neil alone possesses a significantly higher quantity and quality of runes than the average hybrid kingdom.

Greater power and scale of bombardment can also provide corresponding "experience," allowing offensive runes to be nurtured.

This is great news for Neil, who wants to build a solid foundation.

But it is a mythical building, and even dwarves might not be able to build it easily.

Although Slud said he would take a look first and come over to help after he finished this busy period.

But considering my previous experience making the stone tablet, it wasn't too bad if it ended in disaster, so I didn't have high expectations.

It's unlikely in the short term, so perhaps it's better to place our hopes on Nika.

Although there are risks involved in contacting the avatar of a powerful being, especially since that avatar is known for its unpredictable personality, which is vastly different from the original.

But considering the other party's past attitude and the help they provided, it's worth taking the risk.

"Were you just thinking about building the monument, and then thinking I wouldn't be of much help, so you switched to this idea?"

Slud's eyes sparkled as she scrutinized Neil's expression, then suddenly asked a question.

Neil's expression froze, and he quickly denied it, saying that he didn't think that way.

Although his expression wasn't natural, he said it was because he was sick, and that was the reason for his actions.

"...Well, it's a matter of survival after all. It can't hurt to have another option."

Slud sighed and said this.

She first gave Neil the blueprints, hoping he would focus on the former, but then she brought up Nika's matter, which meant she never intended to hide it.

After a pause, her red lips parted slightly again:

"This is information that my younger sister collected and told me through the Valkyrie-specific 'Market'..."

"To be specific, it's a recruitment drive. In half a month, that person will need to retrieve something from a secret realm, but there are restrictions there; only lower-level gods and heroic spirits can enter..."

Slud's red lips parted and closed, her clear and melodious voice echoing softly.

Neil tried to memorize the information while simultaneously focusing on the "avatar" and dealing with another goddess.

Unlike the harmony on the other side, this place, though relatively quiet, has a tense atmosphere.

After uttering those words, the tall goddess in green robes and gauze fell silent. She stepped closer to the mottled figure, her eyes narrowing beneath her long eyelashes as she observed the other's reaction.

But the other side remained motionless, like a piece of wood.

A light shone in Ella's naturally alluring eyes, revealing the true state of her soul beneath the simple disguise.

But after one glance, she looked away, her expression turning disappointed.

"They disconnected first. I must say, they were right to be the one I chose. They were more decisive than I expected."

"The fact that there was no reply also proves that I was right. It seems that 'bewitchment' does have some effect."

She sighed softly.

The power of authority is not just about the absolute manipulation of goodwill; it can also impede the blood circulation of even those with strong wills, preventing it from reaching the brain and thus interfering with or weakening their thinking.

Although she noticed something amiss, Ella wasn't entirely sure it was unusual. After all, Neil had done an excellent job of concealing it, and she didn't have any specific clues about his race.

Of course, she also had her own reasons. Out of interest, she didn't use cheats, but explored in accordance with the rules of the game.

But considering that there wasn't much time left and the opportunity was right in front of her, she decided to test the waters.

Because of the "testimony" on Blizzard Island, and the recent rumors of Valkyries appearing all over the Ice Sea, she wasn't just looking for trouble.

Although she did not lose her composure and decisively cut her losses without affecting the ongoing interviews, her actions were very clever.

But this action also explains a lot; at least it proves that he was "lucky" with his own prediction.

Nine times out of ten, the people they're negotiating with are indeed the Asgardians.

If it were the Lord of Winter in his normal state, he should have been able to see the clues and refrain from making reckless moves.

Unfortunately, Neil's skill level was lower than expected, which is why he was indeed affected.

Ella narrowed her eyes, revealing a murderous intent. She quietly raised her fair hand, and wisps of emerald energy swirled around her fingertips.

The surrounding trees were affected, rustling and restless, and vines and grasses grew at a visible speed, heading towards the wooden house on the other side of the forest.

Although I care quite a bit about this Lord of Winterfell, faction and race are the primary issues, and have nothing to do with individual will.

The existence associated with the Aesir must be dealt with as soon as possible.

Ok?

Noticing something, Ella paused, her outstretched pale fingers still.

Even the various plants that were spreading and exuding a chilling aura suddenly stopped.