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Chapter: Berserker Randolph

"You know me?" Randolph asked in surprise.

Sure enough, it was Randolph, Skorch's older brother. No wonder Forseti always felt he looked a little familiar.

"I'm a friend of Skorch. We should have met a few times before, but it's been a long time." Forseti said, "My name is Forseti."

Randolph thought for a while, but he didn't seem to remember, though he still smiled and said, "What a coincidence."

Forseti looked at his cane and asked curiously, "Is this the Berserker's Cane?"

"That's right." Randolph took the cane in front of him. The cane was about the height of a person, made of silver-gray metal, pointed, engraved with some mysterious lines, and faintly exuded a magical aura.

Forseti: "I heard that you lose your senses after touching the Berserker's Cane. How do you manage?"

Randolph explained: "It's true that an untrained person suddenly touching the cane can lose their mind. But there are skills in using it, and as long as you have the skills, it won't have much impact."

"And it also depends on the willpower of the holder. Some people with strong wills, even if they are not trained, will not be affected by the cane."

Then he smiled and said, "Would you like to feel it?"

Forseti really wanted to try: "Well... it shouldn't be a big problem, right?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, a cold female voice came from the side: "Soldiers are not allowed to lend their weapons, especially Berserkers. Randolph, have you forgotten military discipline?"

Randolph suddenly looked unhappy but didn't dare to refute: "Just kidding, Skorn."

Forseti looked and saw it was a Valkyrie with long golden hair. She had a cold expression, a beautiful appearance, a particularly hot figure, and her chest muscles were so developed that her armor couldn't cover them.

"Are you a mage?" The Valkyrie named Skorn looked at Forseti.

After all, Forseti looked young and didn't seem to be a frontline fighter. At this moment, he was holding a staff, leading many to think he was a mage.

"No, I'm a doctor," Forseti said.

Skorn: "In that case, when the Frost Giants attack, you better not be as reckless as you were just now."

After saying that, she turned to leave.

Forseti was puzzled and couldn't help frowning, then looked at Randolph, intending to ask.

Randolph whispered: "Skorn is the fiercest woman in the Seventh Outpost. Compared to her, Princess Hela is as gentle as a young sister."

Forseti: "..."

Is she really that scary?

"Wow!"

"Oh--"

Suddenly there were bursts of exclamations around, as if some dramatic scene was unfolding.

It turned out the warrior who was cutting the ice beast had finally removed its two huge fangs. With a smile on his face, he waved them clumsily like huge weapons.

"The teeth are the most valuable part of the ice beast. They are not only considered a symbol of courage by the Frost Giants but also have many practical uses." Randolph said.

"I once killed a polar ice beast with my companions, but unfortunately its teeth were broken. Otherwise, everyone would have earned at least a hundred runes."

Forseti: "Do you often encounter ice beasts in Jotunheim?"

Randolph: "Of course not. Ice beasts are very rare. Among the Nine Realms, the only creatures rarer than them are the four-horned goats and the giant dragons."

Forseti nodded.

After chatting with Randolph for a while, he returned to the infirmary and drew a lottery as usual before going to bed.

Because of his previous learning of spells, his wealth had significantly shrunk and hadn't recovered yet. The number of times he drew the lottery each day had also correspondingly reduced to twice a day, occasionally indulging in three times.

Get [Thank you for your patronage],

Get [Thank you for your patronage].

Forseti: "..."

Coming to Jotunheim today is memorable, so let's indulge.

Obtain [Blind Light (Shard)].

Forseti was a little surprised. After all, after learning all the spells of the second layer, the fragments of the second layer stopped appearing, and the probability of the third layer of spell fragments appearing was very low. This was the first time he had drawn Blind Light.

As the name suggests, the effect of Blind Light is to release a strong light that blinds the eyes of the enemy. It is a group barrier spell.

Nice.

Forseti was finally able to rest his eyes and fell asleep after a while.

The next morning, Forseti began his work as a doctor, just as he had done in Vanaheim.

In addition, he had to be trained by several camp medical officers. After all, in Jotunheim, the soldiers' wounds were often complicated. Ordinary trauma, frostbite, and various poisons that could seriously affect the Aesir would all appear, making the doctor's task much more onerous.

Finally, with some free time, Forseti immediately began to identify the herbs he could come into contact with, hoping to find a substitute for the lightning core and purple lotus.

To be precise, it was a substitute for the purple lotus flower. After all, the external characteristics of the lightning core were too obvious and too rare to find a replacement easily.

He could only hope for the lightning fruit in Vanaheim and plan to explore the Valley of Thunder in the future.

Speaking of which, Forseti finally remembered the origin of the lightning core.

This thing is not from World of Warcraft alchemy but a plant that appeared in the Warcraft plot. It seems to have appeared only once, no wonder he never thought of it.

Alas... I had pre-ordered the Warcraft Remake before I crossed over. Now that a few years have passed, it must have been released long ago, right?

Unfortunately, after a long time of identification, Forseti could not find a viable substitute for the purple lotus.

The description of the purple lotus in the talent mixture formula has this sentence: [Most of the purple lotus grows in the land of destruction, and it is a new life after destruction.]

The land of destruction...

Among the Nine Realms, where is the place of destruction?

Forseti was busy all day, and then it was night.

Of course, Jotunheim was dim all year round, and there was no obvious change between day and night. The so-called night was purely a concept about work and rest, determined by the bell of the outpost.

At this moment, heavy bells were echoing in the outpost: "Dong-dong-"

It reminded people that it was time to rest.

Forseti was lying on the bed, just as sleepiness struck and his consciousness was hovering on the verge of falling asleep, a loud noise suddenly came, waking him up.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

It was the sound of the drums of war, signaling the arrival of the Frost Giants.

Forseti quickly turned over and looked out the window.

At this moment, the drowsy scene outside the window suddenly became bright. The chill was swept away, and it even gradually became hot.

He looked at this huge heat flow, realizing that the mirror image of the sun at the center of the outpost had suddenly become extremely hot, dispelling the cold here, melting ice and snow, and creating water vapor everywhere.

Even Asgardians could feel uncomfortable with this heat, so the experience of the Frost Giants could be imagined.