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My name is Vol'jin

Finally, the ice bear was killed.

Forseti breathed a sigh of relief, went forward, and dragged the corpses of the ice bear and elk to a hidden place. He took out his dagger and began to cut.

Jotunheim's climate is extremely cold. While it wouldn't freeze an Aesir to death, it was definitely uncomfortable. He had endured it for half a month.

Therefore, Forseti first peeled off the skin of the ice bear. The hide was strong and thick, with dense fur.

The ice bear's teeth were quite valuable, and the antlers should also be worth something, so he took them off and put them away.

All that was left was the flesh and blood of the bear and deer.

With no wood nearby to make a fire, Forseti had to inject holy light into Verrigan's Fist, sparking some flames, and then put the cut pieces of meat on the hammer to roast.

"Zi...Zi..."

The pieces of meat began to brown, oily and sizzling, and the aroma of meat floated up.

After a while, he felt that the meat was almost cooked.

Although the taste of the meat wasn't very good, and the method was even rougher, Forseti had only been eating dry food recently.

...

Asgard.

Rainbow Bridge Teleport Hall.

Hela's injury had apparently recovered. She faced the gatekeeper Hermond, frowning, and said, "Just where I fainted, is there really nothing?"

Hermond shook his head. "No, within ten miles centered around the cliff, there is nothing."

"No body?" Hela asked again.

"No, I'm sure." Hermond paused, then continued, "but I think it's good news. The child might still be alive, right?"

Hela was silent for a long time.

Hermond said, "I will pay more attention. As soon as the child is found, I will personally bring him back to Asgard."

Hela said, "Thank you, the gatekeeper of Asgard."

Hermond nodded slightly, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Say hello to your mother for me."

...

Ten months passed.

Jotunheim.

In the icy world, Forseti, wearing a snow-white bearskin coat, looked up, and a trace of despair flashed in his eyes.

Since jumping off the cliff, he had been walking along the cliff for more than a year, but he still couldn't reach the end of the cliff edge. It seemed to be an extremely large landform.

A few months ago, Forseti's beard started to grow noticeably, which no doubt meant he was reaching adulthood.

Now he had long hair, a shaggy beard, and a ragged bearskin coat, dusty, and he looked like a hunter, the kind that squatted in Northrend.

Forseti sighed.

But Jotunheim is a finite place after all. He believed he could always find his way home, and the Asgardians had time.

"Hiss."

As he was walking, a faint sound suddenly came.

Forseti's expression changed, and he quickly stepped back.

"Boom!"

In the next instant, the ground in front of him suddenly burst, and a huge blue-white worm, the height of a man, emerged from the ground and fluttered.

Ice Worm, one of Jotunheim's specialty species.

"Hiss." As it fluttered in the air, the ice worm seemed annoyed and made a rapid hissing sound.

Forseti pointed his staff, and the Arrow of Judgment shot out, instantly piercing the head of the ice worm, and the transparent liquid splashed.

Almost at the same time as the judgment was released, he hurriedly dodged, avoiding the transparent worm bodily fluids.

The body fluid of ice worms is poisonous. Although it is not highly toxic, once it gets on the skin, it will itch for a few days.

It's like thousands of ants biting.

About a year ago, Forseti accidentally got some ice worm bodily fluids on him, forcing him to almost use the shards of the cleansing spell, but he held back after thinking about it.

After all, in a place like Jotunheim, this little poison wasn't worth mentioning. If he encountered any more dangerous poison in the future and didn't have the cleansing technique, he could only use the Holy Shield technique to detoxify it violently.

The vitality of the ice worm was quite tenacious, and even with its head penetrated, it struggled for a while before dying.

When it was completely dead, Forseti immediately took out his dagger and scraped several places on the corpse, gathering a small bottle of white powder.

This white powder is a medicinal material that can only be produced by ice worms in small quantities, hence the name ice worm powder, and is quite rare in Asgard. Forseti collected more than a dozen bottles, estimating he could sell them for at least 180 runes.

In addition, the meat of the ice worm can be eaten after being fully roasted. Not only is it edible, but it also tastes good. It tastes like chicken and is crunchy, much better than the dry ice bear meat. So Forseti collected some ice worm meat to supplement his food.

After doing this, he continued on his way.

A few days later, Forseti was pleasantly surprised to find that the cliffs that had been hindering him were rapidly converging. Before, the top couldn't be seen, but now the outline of the top was vaguely visible.

He picked up his pace, and after a few hours, he could clearly see the top of the cliff.

It looked like he was about to bypass it...

However, he never expected that as the cliffs gradually disappeared, a group of buildings appeared faintly in the distance.

Forseti stopped quickly and instinctively hid.

He took a closer look and was certain that it was the building of the Frost Giants, likely a tribe.

Damn, so unlucky!

Forseti then looked around again and found that this group of buildings happened to occupy the shortest section of the cliff. To pass the cliff, he would either have to go through the buildings or take a long detour, not knowing how long it would take.

Use the camouflage of an Ice Demon Hunter to try to sneak through, or continue to circle far and wide hoping to get over the edge of the cliff?

As Forseti was deliberating, a voice of conversation came from not far away, and there were about four or five frost giants.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Forseti suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

In the end, he gritted his teeth, opened the holy deed, and turned to [Disguise: Ice Demon Hunter].

With one hand on the paper, he summoned the holy deed in his heart.

Disguise: Ice Demon Hunter!

In a flash of light, Forseti's appearance changed rapidly, from a blond young man to an ice demon hunter in a blink of an eye.

The ice-blue skin looked almost the same as a Frost Giant's. If not for the two exposed fangs, Forseti at this moment would likely be mistaken for a branch of the Frost Giants.

"Who is it?" Several frost giants seemed to sense something and hurried over.

However, turning around a boulder, they were startled, looking at this ice-blue skinned humanoid creature they had never seen before, and looked at each other in dismay.

After a while, one of the frost giants said tentatively, "Who are you?"

Asgard and Jotunheim are old enemies, and they have been entangled for an unknown amount of time. Both sides understand each other's language more or less, and Forseti was no exception.

Forseti immediately took a few steps forward with his staff in hand, and said slowly, "My name is Vol'jin."

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