Chapter 364 Brynhild

"Helheim?"

Lorde was stunned for a moment, but he didn't react.

Due to the serious injury, his brain is a little confused now, so he can't remember where this Helheim is, but it feels a little familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere!

"Helm, also known as Helm Underworld."

The woman gave him a deep look, and then said slowly: "It seems that you are not from Asgard, otherwise how could you not know the meaning of Helheim."

Helheim? Heim Underworld!

Lorde looked slightly startled, and it seemed like a flash of lightning flashed through his chaotic brain, and he remembered it instantly!

It turns out that this is the underworld of Heim, one of the nine realms of northern Europe, and the ruler of this kingdom of the dead is the famous goddess of death Hela, who was suppressed by Odin tens of thousands of years ago!

It seems that God is still favoring him, and he was thrown here.

After knowing where he was, Lord heaved a sigh of relief. Hela's underworld of Heim could be said to be the only one, and he was barely able to accept the result, at least much better than the Seven Deadly Sins and Mephisto.

"Looking at you, you don't seem to be worried."

The woman's intuition was very keen, and she found that Lord seemed relieved. She couldn't help but ask with some doubts: "This is the kingdom of the dead, and no one can leave here, don't you feel sad?"

"Because for me, this is the best situation." Lord recalled the boundless dark void, with a bitter smile on his face, and said, "At least you can still see living people here, compared to It's much better where I was before."

"I'm not alive."

There was a hint of sadness in the woman's eyes, but it was quickly hidden again, and she said with a chuckle: "I'm a little bit curious about what is worse than Helheim, where did you come from."

"Trust me, you won't want to go." Lord pulled the corners of his chapped lips. This is a typical example of not being beaten by society. He would rather die than go back to that damn place.

"Well, that sounds really bad."

The woman nodded as if she understood, but she did not ask any further questions, she stared at Lorde with big dark eyes, and asked, "I think you should need help, if you continue to stay in this kind of place, you will be very good at it. Turned into the feces of the beast."

"Thank you so much, I just need help." Lord did not refuse. First, he was too injured to move, and secondly, it was really unsafe here. It's better to follow this woman than to freeze here.

"you are welcome."

The woman bent down and picked up Lord with one hand, then held him against her shoulders as if it were cargo.

Lord: "..."

This feeling of being carried by someone seems a bit strange.

But thinking about it carefully, I am a wounded person now, and I am not qualified to ask so much from others, so I can only endure it for a while.

The woman dragged the horned beast weighing thousands of pounds in one hand, and Lord on her shoulders in the other, and then walked in one direction with two long, round legs in the snowstorm.

In the snow and ice fog.

The two advanced for dozens of kilometers.

Finally came to a cave under a cliff.

The cave is very deep, and the bones of various wild animals are scattered in it, and the thick fur hides are spread on the stone bed, giving people a wonderful feeling of living in prehistoric times. Obviously, this is her residence!

The woman put Lord on the stone bed and turned around to deal with the huge horned beast.

Lorde took a closer look and found that the woman's swordsmanship was quite good, but with a few breaths, the horned beast that weighed thousands of pounds was cut like a Pao Ding unraveling an ox, leaving only a solitary skeleton.

Moreover, the silver sword used by the woman is nothing short of extraordinary.

The complex pattern engraving on the sword body, as well as the image of the double-winged sword grid, matched with the sharp silver blade, exudes a gorgeous atmosphere as a whole, and there are faint magic fluctuations rippling, I think it should be from a certain craftsman. Hand is.

"What are you looking at?" The woman noticed Lord's gaze, and her delicate brows frowned slightly.

"Your sword should be an artifact, right?" Lord asked with a smile.

"I don't know, I picked it up." The woman's face was expressionless, she bowed and picked up dead branches and piled them together, and then slowly started a fire.

For such a lame reason, Lord did not dismantle it, but just said, "You saved my life, tell me your name?"

"my name......"

The woman stopped making the fire, her long eyelashes moved, and her dark eyes flashed an inexplicable look, and said, "Brynhilde, this is my name, lost person, what is your name?"

Brynhild?

Lorde's mouth twitched slightly, and he guessed it right!

In the broken place of Heim Underworld, a woman who can wear a broken armor full of sword marks and a gorgeous artifact, no matter how you think about it, there is only one possibility, and that is the legendary Valkyrie, a team that belongs to Odin. The heroic army of the heroic army!

According to rumors, the Valkyrie swears to serve the gods and female warriors. All of them are brave and good at fighting. They are all brave and brave. They ride white pegasus and wear silver armor.

When the Valkyries descend on the battlefield, they will bring victory to Asgard.

And it is said that every Norwegian has fantasized about the Valkyrie as their dream lover.

"You know me?" Brunhilde turned around and asked without a response for a long time.

"Just heard..."

Lorde shook his head quickly and said, "You can call me Lorde."

In view of the fact that in the history of Marvel, Odin used the Valkyrie's life to reclaim Haila, so it's better not to admit it, otherwise he can't guarantee that this beautiful Valkyrie will give him after knowing it. A sword came to the head.

"Lord? Lodour?"

Hearing this, Brunhilde looked slightly startled, with a hint of surprise on his beautiful face, half surprised and half vigilant: "Are you the legendary... 'The Seducer' Lord?"

"...obviously not."

Lorde was a little speechless, but he had expected this day, and explained: "I have nothing to do with that Norse god, just the same name."

"It makes sense. If it is really Him, how could it be reduced to let me save." Brunhilde nodded thoughtfully, inadvertently stabbed a knife in someone's heart, but he didn't know it. Continue to make a fire.

A cluster of flames rose, bringing warmth and light to the cold cave.

Brunhilde skewered a piece of meat with his sword and roasted it slowly over the fire.

sizzle zz...  

The meat was grilled and oily, giving off a burst of aroma.

With the light from the fire, Brunhill's eyes were illuminated by the firelight, revealing a trace of imperceptible sadness, as if recalling some unforgettable memory.

"What about the rest?"

Lord suddenly asked: "Valkyrie, there should be many, right?"

"All dead."

Brynhild stopped for a while, and after a long silence, he said in a terribly calm tone: "The Valkyrie Legion... Now I'm the only one left, and they can't even rest their souls. Become the puppet of the goddess of death."

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