Chapter 66: Soul Lost

In the end, Hoder didn't ask Regin too much about horses, because it was completely unnecessary. Although the child Grani has a bad temper, is easy to kill other horses, fights with soldiers, and eats people, but apart from these Besides, she was a very docile child.

She was always obedient to Siegfried, who almost fought with her life, and finally succeeded in suppressing and riding on her back, so when Siegfried rode up, she did not have any objections.

And Hoder is a formidable warrior—at least in Regin's view, this is the reason, because when Hoder reached out to touch the reins on Grani's body, the navy blue steed did not resist, although It's not as close as Siegfried to his real master, but he doesn't resist him riding up.

But Regin is miserable. After all, he is just a wandering old blacksmith, and in the entire Nine Realms, the status of dwarves can be said to be naturally low. Eager to talk and drink wine, but the dwarven race rarely produces any heroic fighters.

　Compared with the so-called heroes like the humans in Midgard, there are really very few shady dwarf warriors. In short, Regin himself is definitely not one, so when he wanted to climb onto Grani's saddle and step on When he was in the stirrup, she threw him off without hesitation, almost shaking his old bones away.

Of course, they could still choose the second option, which was to ask Regin to pay for two more horses, one for each person, but this proposal was eventually rejected, and the veto was Regin himself.

"In terms of speed, Midgard's horses are not as good as Grani's, so it's better to ride with three people."

Regin's statement is of course correct. From the perspective of efficiency, the foot strength of Grani, who has the blood of the eight-legged god Sleipnir, is by no means comparable to that of ordinary war horses. If it takes five days for the border of the kingdom camp, then Grani only needs two days or even less.

However, from Hoder's point of view, he always felt that Regin didn't say such words because of "efficiency". I'm afraid the reason is not...

"You just don't want to pay, right?" Looking at Regin's old face, Hoder couldn't help but said.

And Hoder's sudden words made Regin himself suffocate, his old face was obviously flushed, and at the same time, Siegfried, who was the youngest here, couldn't help but cast his gaze over.

Then, the old dwarf didn't speak, he didn't refute anything, he just turned his head away gently, and stopped looking at Hoder's face.

It seems to be on point...

So what should I say about you?

Looking at Regin's old face that regards money as his life, Hoder wanted to complain at first, but after thinking about it carefully, neither he nor Siegfried would be rejected by Granny, and it would be Regin himself who will suffer at that time That's all.

After thinking of this, Hoder simply shut up. He opened his inventory, and then dragged out an item in his inventory. This thing was originally some collection tasks—such as collecting apples, collecting Vegetables and other small daily tasks, of course, can also be used to pretend to be dwarves. He used this basket to successfully bring the noisy dwarf out of the underground kingdom of Grinheim in the task line of [Giant Robber] a long time ago.

"It's just right for a dwarf to be stuffed with this thing, let's hang him on Grani." After speaking, Hoder tied the big basket to the tall war horse with a rope.

How should I put it, it seems a bit nondescript, after all, no matter how you say it, she is still a steed, and it seems shameful to ask her to carry part of the luggage, but Granny didn't think there was anything wrong, so she let Hoder tie the basket to the on her.

"Well, do you remember this thing?" Hoder just casually mentioned

But when he really cast his eyes on Regin, he found that the old dwarf's eyes were a bit subtle. He just stared at the basket, his eyes filled with an inexplicable nostalgia.

This is the difference between NPCs and players...

For Hoder, this is just a prop that he used casually when he cleared the mission more than a year ago, but for Regin, this is a life-saving tool in the true sense.

With a big sword in one hand, magic in the other hand, and a basket on his back, although it looks a bit nondescript, Hoder did lead him all the way from the ground to the ground in this posture, just like an old father with a child .

Then, just as he was thinking this, he felt an unstoppable force coming from his armpit, and his feet just left the ground.

"Huh???" After realizing this, Regin couldn't help kicking his legs, "Hoder! What are you doing!"

"Okay, be quiet." Then, he put Regin in the basket, "You can stay here."

Finally, he shifted his gaze to Siegfried, and this clever young man understood, he got on his horse and sat in the front seat, while Hoder sat in the back.

"Stand on the stirrups, this is your war horse after all."

"Yes!"

"yo yo yo"

Accompanied by Grani's slightly excited neighing, the steed sped away, even though it was not on a road suitable for speeding, but in the jungle, it still maintained an incomparable speed.

The wind came head-on, and this speed inevitably made Siegfried, a young man who had never been far from the royal city since he was a child, a little excited, but in this case, there are always people who like to sing a different tune.

"Wait! Can you slow down a bit! I'm an old man too! I can't bear such a big bump!"

...

At the same time, above the distant sky, at the top of the entire Nine Realms, something is not going well in Asgard, which is sunny and sunny.

There is a unique palace in the beautiful and dense forest of Graciel. It looks simple, but on the outermost side, it is surrounded by a fence composed of sharp spears. The top of the palace is a golden shield, wide and wide. There are even armors laid on the palace seats, and each seat corresponds to a warrior.

Originally, this place should be filled with the noise of eating meat and drinking. The selected warriors from all ages hooked their shoulders and sang loudly. After eating, they would go to the vast area outside the palace and within the fence to practice martial arts. On the field, they compete with each other for strength and learn martial arts.

The Valkyries were either dressed in white to serve wine to the warriors, or acted as judges of the competition. This should have been the case, but today it was different.

The great hall of Valhalla was quiet, and a large number of warriors formed a circle, staring at the man lying quietly on the ground.

Hermod, the envoy of the gods, is very familiar to the heroes. As the son of Odin, Hermod lives in Valhalla on weekdays, sharing cups with the warriors, although he always holds the long wooden staff, but he will also learn martial arts with them, but now, he is lying quietly, the angle of his neck is extremely strange.

"How, can it be cured?" Finally, some people in the crowd inevitably asked.

At the same time, a woman touching Hermod's neck slowly stood up. She is the goddess of medicine in Asgard, the maid of Frigga, and the Valkyrie of Valhalla: Eir .

"Trauma can be cured, but Hermod's soul needs to return here, but..." Eir spoke, but then, her eyes passed through the crowd and cast her eyes on the throne above the throne. on the old man.

Although he wears an eagle helmet, a golden armor, a long white beard and an aged appearance, although it implies that he lacks physical strength, no one dares to underestimate him... Rather, the people and gods here are both He should be honored, for he is the king of the gods in Asgard!

Odin...