Continuation of training 1.138

<<Odin, the All Father, does not tolerate disloyalty or worship of other gods. He is the first and every god, creature, beast, or race, must bow to his power>>

So said the final writings of Thorin, administrator of the dwarf outpost. His people, and Ivaldi's sons, arrived in Midgar hundreds of winters ago. At that time, they came to these mountains and hid deep in the hillside. As there were grasslands and the humidity was perfect, they settled here and began to build their shelters within the mountain. Everything was perfect until Ivaldi's sons, feeling confident in their current position, decided to venture out. Winters passed and the city grew, as did the ego of Ivaldi's children. Each one believed he could govern the dwarf people and decide in the best way their destiny.

In the end, Ivaldi's sons separated and Mótsugnir, the older and more reliable brother, took most of them away. The rest were divided into two separate groups because of their fascination with magic and the others because of the riches that minerals brought. At the outpost there were a hundred dwarves left to maintain the facilities and have a safe place in case Ivaldi's sons had to back down. Midgar was a neutral land, where many races could coexist. However, what the sons of Ivaldi did not consider is that the raven god Odin does not forget.

From the north traveled the news that Mótsugnir had lost his mind and started hunting dragons. The other brothers locked themselves in and ignored what their brother was doing. One of them became so good at alchemy that he could control the ancients (stone beings that feed on minerals). However, his news lasted a couple of decades until, from one day to the next, all the dwarf settlements belonging to Ivaldi's sons were empty. Only Thorin waiting for someone to come back, but that never happened.

Even if Thorin sent a few explorers to investigate the northern lands, none returned. Something was going on in Midgar as it was filling up with Hel walkers and draugrs. Thorin and his soldiers resisted every wave of monster's attack. They felt safe and powerful, their weapons were the best, and their strategies ingenious. However, there was no way for a little dwarf to surpass the All Father.

Odin came in person to converse with Thorin, he thought it was great that the dwarf could have resisted so long without being corrupted by power or wealth. So, the god Aesir offered him a position within his army. However, like the god Odin, Thorin does not forget those who challenge him. Thorin could not forget his lord Ivaldi, and the terrible persecution of Odin. So, Thorin responded with the edge of his sword and the god Odin walked away without taking any damage. However, he assured Thorin that he had secured his death with such behavior. Thorin called the soldiers, redoubled the protections, stocked up on all the food he could and closed the entrances. Everyone was on high alert. However, all his efforts were in vain.

Odin was the maximum god of the Aesir and that made him a god with resources. He mastered an army of ogres with his magical arts and threw them against the underground fortress. The protections endured a couple of days, but the ogres struck together and with their monstrous strength, on the fifth day the protections fell, and the army of ogres entered the outpost.

In the end, Thorin repented in his writings and asked the Norns (weavers of fate) to give him a second chance. However, his sword and broken crown in his bedroom said that the Norns ignored his pleas. His last words written on a piece of paper were "Damn the lord of the hanged. Damn you are Odin, the usurper."

Viggo sitting on a block of stone was reading the diary of the outpost administrator. He felt a tingling of discomfort in his stomach just thinking about Odin. The king god of this earth was someone vengeful, arrogant, and paranoid. He would do whatever it takes to eliminate those who oppose him and those who pose some danger to him.

According to another book, Ivaldi was living with his people in another kingdom called Niflheim. His knowledge and experiments caught the attention of the king god. But Ivaldi refused to share his knowledge and Odin killed him for it. Now Viggo was wondering whether to continue or withdraw before making a misstep and the confrontation is inevitable.

Viggo put the book aside, on the block of stone that was sitting and rubbed his face with his hands -A lot of information- murmur -What should I be doing now?-

Viggo let out a sigh and looked into the hollow mountain and as the huge pulleys hung from the ceiling. The bridges connecting the levels looked firm, but some were missing some parts, as if someone had hit them. Viggo raise from the rock and took a torch that he had placed on a support of a stone pillar. Then he walked to lean on a railing made of solid rock and looked down. At this time, he was on the tenth floor of the outpost. The place was uninhabited and there were a few bones scattered on the ground. Surely, the ogres ate the dwarves after they had beaten them. The furniture was shattered, the streets filled with ogre excrement and there were no doors, except for the vault at the bottom of the Thorin house.

Viggo looked down and dropped the torch to the dark bottom. The light illuminated the background and the huge hand of the great ogre that killed Viggo a couple of hours ago was seen. Viggo had searched the first ten floors for knowledge, some metal or treasure. However, it seems that Thorin kept everything important in his personal vault. Viggo spent an hour straining until he could move the large metal door and open it. There the diary and other useful books were found. He still needed to check ten more floors upwards, but he preferred to stop and absorb the knowledge. Well, and also check the treasures in the vault.

Viggo concentrated in the darkness until the torch on the first floor went out. Viggo let out a sigh thinking about how frustrating it was not to be able to make up his mind. On the one hand, there were the advice of his master and on the other hand there were the suggestive words of Kiara. Now he had a reason to kill the king god, but in turn, there were equal numbers of reasons not to challenge him. Viggo slapped his cheeks twice and thought he would think about it. Now it was time to have fun with the riches. So, Viggo turned around and began walking to Thorin's house, a construction made within the large walls of solid rock. The place was dark, so when he passes by the lintel, Viggo looks for a stick, then pulls a bandage from his bag tied to his waist and makes another torch. Once he inscribed with the minimum of mana the Rune Sowelu "S", the torch lit up in flames and illuminated everything within a radius of ten meters. Then he advanced to the end of the house, where there was a huge metal door.

Viggo passed the security door and entered the cellar. He went to a wall and hooked the torch to a bracket on the wall. Then the light of the torch revealed mountains of gold coins, pieces of metal in bullion and in the center of the cellar, a beautiful blue armor. There was only a breastplate, gauntlets, a belt, and boots. Viggo had never seen such beautiful armor, even among those made by his own mother. The breastplate had a golden mesh inside while the shoulder pads, pectoral and forearms were made of a celestial metal with golden edges. On the pectoral he had designed two golden wolves as both will stand on their hind legs and bark at the other. A precious armor, without a doubt. However, despite the fact that Viggo had grown to 1.70 meters. The armor in plain sight was for someone much bigger, even someone bigger than his master or his father. Well, it was the armor of a god. The dwarves of the outpost were able to endure for so long thanks to the help of a god of war, Tyr. And this was going to be his armor.

Viggo let out a sigh and out of pure curiosity, he took out the huge breastplate and put it on. To his amusement, the breastplate was so large that he could crouch down and hide inside. However, he wanted to put it on and put his arms in the sleeves. His body barely managed to cover the inside of the breastplate. Viggo let out a sigh, took it by the neck and wanted to remove it. However, he stopped halfway and activated his touki out of sheer curiosity. The next instant the armor acquired a purple glow and began to shrink. Viggo stopped the flow of mana and the process stopped. Viggo was intrigued and continued to issue touki. The breastplate emitted the purple glow and began to adjust to Viggo's dimensions until it was perfectly molded to his body. Viggo smiled amusedly and tried to reverse the effect. It was as he thought, thanks to dwarf engineering, anyone with a little mana could wear this armor. Or rather, with a little mana it could be accommodated to the needs of the user.

Viggo performed the same process with the belt, boots and gauntlets, everything molded to perfection and Viggo was satisfied. On the other hand, the armor consumed less mana than just activating the touki without the armor. Maybe it was like the runes of Berkana "B" and they gave you a power, Viggo thought. This excited him and decided to take the rest of the treasures and continue his exploration.

At the end of checking every floor of the outpost, Viggo found nothing but houses with shattered furniture and a pile of crushed bones. Now that Viggo had killed all the ogres, the outpost was uninhabited. It would be perfect for a base, but since it was just him, he didn't want to bother fixing an entire mountain.

So Viggo rested throughout the night and the next day left the mountain bound for the center of Midgar, where the Lake of the Nine Realms is. About ten in the morning, he reaches the top of a mountain with a great view of the entire lake. The huge body of water stretched for miles as it was surrounded by extensive beaches and dark forests. The sky was gray, but it seemed merciful and let some beams of light pass through the clouds.

Viggo stopped at the tip of a cliff and looked at the whole bastedad of the earth. So, he thought this was a great place, so he took out of the Bag of Plenty a chair, a lectern and cloth canvas. He arranges the chair and place the canvas on the lectern. So he once again looked at the great lake of the Nine Realms and began to sketch the outlines with a charcoal. First the great lake in its center as the axis of all things and then extending sideways with the beaches, forests, until ascending to the mountains and continuing to rise until reaching the snow close.

Viggo hummed the song of the "Muse of the Forest" until he felt so relaxed that he began to sing it involuntarily. He would make the chorus(estribillo) and when he got to the chorus, he would stop drawing and move his hand as if he were leading the sailors to sing. However, all his entertainment fell apart when he heard huge explosions in a forest, five kilometre's from where he was.

Viggo watched as large clouds of smoke raise and centuries-old trees fell by the dozens.