According to the two ancestors.
The only way to intercept the origin of the World Tree is when the next God King is born.
When Bauer and Odin succeeded to the throne of God King, they were intercepted by the two ancestors, which belonged to the origin of the World Tree, so the power of the God King of these two people, to a certain extent, is actually leftover. under the ‘leftovers’.
It is just the source intercepted by the three ancestors, which is like a drop in the ocean compared to the complete World Tree.
They’re pretty good against things like Odin.
But against Lord, that’s not enough.
He remembers that in the comics, the king of Thor, who has obtained the full power of the god-king, can almost hang the gods.
If it is not intercepted, the complete source of the world tree, it is estimated that only the Rune King Thor can compete with it.
After thinking about it, Lord opened his eyes and returned to Asgard.
But what caught his eye was not Fenrir, but another, a completely strange old woman.
An unkempt old woman in burlap is sitting beside a flowing spring.
The demon wolf Fenrir, who was in charge of guarding the guards, was sleeping beside the old woman, letting the old woman stroke its hair. Even after Lord returned, he never woke up. sign.
This dog started to neglect his duties as soon as he praised him a few words? !
Before leaving, I clearly said, let it protect it well, but when I came back, I saw that he was sleeping!
Lord’s eyes were twitching in anger. If it wasn’t for the wrong situation, he would have liked to peel the dog’s skin.
“Don’t blame it, I put it to sleep.”
While stroking the dog’s hair, the old woman made a hoarse and sharp voice, as if glass was swiping across a smooth mirror, and said slowly, “Because of the next conversation, I don’t want others to hear it. .”
“Who are you?”
Lord frowned, not sure about the old woman’s origin for a while.
“You can call me…Woord.”
The old woman turned her head slowly, and on her dirty face, a pair of hollow eye sockets, whose eyeballs had been gouged out alive, were surrounded by blue veins and scary scars, like a bottomless abyss Generally, it exudes a chilling smell.
Obviously there is no eyeball, but Lorde can clearly feel that he is being watched.
“Wuerde?!” Lorde was slightly startled, and then said in surprise, “You are the eldest sister of the Three Goddesses of Destiny?”
“If there is no other goddess of fate, I think I should be the ‘eldest sister’ you said.” Wuerde nodded slightly, ‘gazing’ at Lorde with his empty eyes, and said: ” It’s an honor to meet you, Mr. Lord, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”
“You seem to have known I was coming and waited for me here?”
Lord was expressionless, and slowly walked towards the old woman, his voice was like the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month, attacking the surrounding environment, with the rising spiritual pressure, layers of frost gradually spread.
A blast of extreme freezing air gradually evaporated under the spreading frost, and the temperature dropped suddenly.
The flowing Wuerde Spring, under this terrifying freezing air, slowly formed a layer of frost, and even the roots of the World Tree fell on a thin layer of crystal. Clear snowflake ice crystals.
What he hates most is someone who thinks he can control his destiny and manipulates him!
And the Wuerde in front of him, without a doubt, violated his inverse scale.
“Mr Lord, please put out your anger for now.”
Wurder, whose lower body was frozen by frost, did not have the slightest panic on his face. His old face was unusually calm, as if he had already forgotten about death, and said in a calm tone: “If I can use my life to calm down Your anger, I am willing to sacrifice my life, but before that, please allow me to complete my mission.”
The frost that spreads upwards stops at this moment.
Xu is Wuerde’s determination, which moved Lord. After a little silence, he said: “Okay, I would like to see what you, one of the three goddesses of fate, are thinking about.” /
“Thank you very much for your generosity and kindness.”
Wulder bowed his head slightly to show his respect, and then slowly said: “I am waiting for you here, just to pass you a poem of destiny from Orlaug.”
“Who is Orlaug?” Lord asked.
“Auerlaug is the first born existence, the incarnation of the law of destiny, the eternal law, the oldest, the newest, the most powerful force, the spiritual existence without beginning and end.”
Wurder was talking nonsense together, and he heard Lord’s head and two big.
“Okay, that’s it.” Lord rubbed his brows and said, “So what you mean is that Auerlaug is not a life and has no consciousness of his own, but is just the manifestation of some rules. ?”
“To a certain extent, you’re right.” Wuerde nodded.
Understood, Orlaug’s concept is probably equivalent to a piece of code that runs a program.
After Lorde understood, he added: “The Poem of Fate… sounds like a prophecy?”
“In a way, you can understand that.”
Woord replied ambiguous: “Whether it’s prophecy or fate, it’s up to you, not Orlaug, nor me, or anyone else.”
So…he hates Riddler the most.
Lord sighed lightly, not bothering to waste time with Wuerde, and said bluntly: “Since you want to show me the prophecy, then hurry up and say it, I don’t have time to bother with you.”
Wurder’s fingertips swiped in the spring, ripples rippled: “Unfortunately, your poem of destiny, only you can see it, I’m just on behalf of Orlaug, passing it to It’s just you.”
The peaceful Wuerde Spring has ripples.
Then, in the rippling ripples, a yellow leaf floated from the bottom of the water in a whirl.
Wurder seemed to be suddenly several decades older, with white hair on the temples, the vitality in his eyes faded, and his voice became more dry and hoarse: “My task is completed, Mr. Lord, that is Orlaug, A poem of destiny passed on to you.”
After saying this, Wuerde seemed to finally unload his burden, and there was a trace of relief in his eyes.
Under Lord’s astonished gaze, Wuerde turned into fly ash little by little and dissipated in the air.
As she said, the value of your life is just to send a message.
“It’s getting annoying.”
Lord took a deep breath, his eyes were a little unhappy: “The appearance of self-care, and the disappearance of self-care.”
After calming down a little~IndoMTL.com~ he came to the Spring of Wuerde, reached into the cold spring water, and picked up the yellow leaf.
A large piece of text was recorded on the withered and yellowed leaves, and Lord read it out subconsciously:
“In the unfathomable abyss, black and white swirl.”
“The cunning messenger in black, sounded the alarm to wake up.”
“The ancient fool will wake up from his slumber and come to the world again.”
“He will walk across the stars and spread over the worlds.”
“Pain, torment, silence, despair, howl.”
“Two identical white flowers will slowly wither and wither under the sacred tree.”
“Whether it is to escape from the cage, or to sink into reincarnation forever, but the power of the final choice is not in his hands.”
“Put on human nature and transcend divinity. Under the witness of the sacred tree, falsehood will become reality.”
“This journey will never end.”