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Chapter: Go to Jotunheim

Looking at the rock puppet standing in front of him, Forseti fell silent.

At this moment, a rock puppet stood quietly among the rubble, flickering with a faint holy light, indeed possessing some holy light power.

However... this rock puppet was only about one meter tall, looking like a child.

What happened to the mighty rock puppet? Forseti expected a towering figure, three or four meters tall, with fists the size of washbasins. Instead, he got this mini stone man!

Forseti regained his composure after a moment.

"Attack," he commanded, pointing to a nearby tree.

The little stone man immediately turned around, ran a few steps to the tree, and punched it.

"Boom."

A fist indistinguishable from a stone hammer hit the tree with a muffled sound, creating a shallow pit.

Forseti observed for a while, noting that the attack power was not much different from that of a child hitting with a hammer.

He took a deep breath. "Throw a stone?"

The little stone man took a few steps back, swung its arm violently, a faint holy light flashing, and its fist shot out, hitting the tree instantly.

Contrary to Forseti's expectations, with a "bang," the tree trunk broke, and the upper half fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

This was promising.

Forseti felt more balanced. Although the little stone man's melee combat power was not impressive, the power of its thrown stones was decent. It could be helpful in battle and wouldn't just stand around uselessly.

"Look over there, I think I heard something," a patrolling soldier's voice sounded not far away.

Forseti waved his staff.

The holy light on the stone man dissipated, and it turned into a pile of rubble, crashing to the ground.

A team of patrolling soldiers approached. "What happened here?"

Forseti smiled politely. "It's nothing. I was experimenting with some spells."

One of the patrolling soldiers, who knew Forseti, said, "It's you, the lantern bearer. I heard the transfer will start in a few days. Are you going to Jotunheim?"

During military transfers, Asgard would consider the warriors' preferences, but ultimately, they had to obey orders. In contrast, healers like Forseti had more freedom, especially underage ones. Forseti could decide whether to go to Jotunheim.

Forseti thought for a moment. "Yes, I'm going."

The soldier nodded. "Brave decision... I hope we all survive."

"Let's move," the patrol turned and left.

Forseti paused, then returned to his duties as a healer, making medicines like healing stones and antidotes.

Busy with work, Sigurd asked, "Are you going to Jotunheim?"

"Yes. What about you?" Forseti replied.

Sigurd shook his head. "I'm not going."

"Why?"

"The outpost at Jotunheim is too dangerous," Sigurd said. "My grandfather died there. I feel like if I go, I'll be in danger too."

Forseti laughed. "You didn't think you'd meet a troll last time. What happened? I was a little nervous at first, but you saying that made me feel relieved."

Sigurd shrugged. "That was a coincidence."

Forseti said calmly, "Pol once said that fate looks directly at Asgard. The Aesir don't have many coincidences."

"You believe in Ragnarok too?" Sigurd scoffed.

Forseti was about to respond but fell silent, recalling what he knew about Ragnarok from his past life.

Would the fall of Asgard, as depicted in "Thor: Ragnarok," actually happen in this world?

Reflecting, Forseti realized that the true perpetrators of Ragnarok were debatable. Surtur destroyed Asgard, but it was Hela and Thanos who caused the most death.

Surtur, Hela, and Thanos—who was the real harbinger of Ragnarok?

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A few days later.

The third camp was bustling with soldiers assembling. Nearly half of the soldiers stood in formation.

Commander Heidi stood before them with a tomahawk in hand. "At noon today, after the new troops arrive, half of the third camp, including myself, will go to Jotunheim's seventh outpost via the Bifrost."

"The Frost Giants are not like the Skrinthians or Marauders. Jotunheim is dangerous."

"When we arrive, military discipline will be stricter, much stricter."

"Remember, strict discipline is to protect you. In Jotunheim, there's only one way to die..."

Heidi paused, then continued. "I am still your commander, but not at the outpost. The commander of the seventh outpost is Lord Odin's daughter, Princess Hela."

Forseti, standing with a few other healers, was taken aback.

Hela?

Only a few hundred years after birth, Hela was still a loyal warrior of Asgard. She was young and formidable.

Heidi continued, "...Jotunheim has most of Asgard's foreign troops. Besides warriors like you, there are Berserker units, Valkyries, and Heroic Spirit Warriors."

"Get along with them and learn from them."

Heidi spoke a few more words, then stood silently.

After a while, a rainbow-colored beam of light descended from the sky.

This beam, powerful enough to pierce the planet, stopped just right on the ground, leaving only some scorched marks.

As the light dissipated, a group of people appeared in the camp, matching the number of those going to Jotunheim. Many young faces among them suggested they were Boy Scouts of Asgard.

Asgard had a tradition of Boy Scouts, who joined at 20 and occasionally participated in battles. The toughest enemies they faced were Skrinthians and Marauders.

As a healer, Forseti stood out with his unique staff among the armored warriors.

"Forseti!" a familiar voice called from the new troops.