The old man nodded, speaking with unusual seriousness:
"Indeed, on the sea, tsunamis are certainly terrifying. But throughout all of Northern Europe, the God of Death is even more terrifying than tsunamis."
At this point, the old man seed to fall into so kind of dreadful mory, remaining silent for a long ti.
After a mont of silence, Yang Yan couldn't help but inquire further:
"Sir, tell about this God of Death! This is even more interesting to than the stories of the Viking Pirates!"
The old man, pulled back to reality by Yang Yan's question, smiled and said:
"You young people, I'm telling you, you just love these supernatural stories."
"Anyway, there's still ti, so I'll tell you the truth! Not long ago, over on the West Coast, there was a kid who also ca with a group of people, claiming to be searching for the legendary God of Death."
"I think, they were just a bunch of idiots with nothing better to do, tricked by that unreliable kid. Just a waste of money and ti."
"Regardless of whether those guys can find that legendary God of Death, even if they do, what's the difference between that and courting death?"
"Heh heh! Looking for the God of Death, just thinking about it makes laugh. It's definitely the funniest joke I've heard this year!"
Upon hearing the old man's words, Yang Yan instinctively narrowed his eyes.
So, there's company, huh?
Having company is good!
Searching alone is really tiring.
Now with a group, maybe I can play the role of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, saving myself a lot of trouble.
At the very least, being able to find this place ans they're not shooting in the dark; maybe they've got so clues.
Seeing Yang Yan not speaking, and thinking that he was deeply absorbed in the story, trapped in so fantasy, the old man chuckled and said:
"Alright! Since you like this God of Death story so much, shall I tell it to you?"
"I'm all ears!"
Yang Yan imdiately said.
The old man chuckled and said:
"But first, let make it clear, these stories have been passed down through the generations. As to whether they're true or false, I really don't know."
"Naturally."
Yang Yan nodded:
"After all, these are legends, myths, how could I take them seriously?"
The old man finally smiled contentedly:
"Hmm! That's right, these are just mythological stories, only fools would take them as real."
"However, speaking of these stories, we have to talk about another myth of Northern Europe."
The old man's interest now seed quite high, or perhaps due to life's pressures, he urgently needed so sort of release, and he couldn't help but chatter on.
Yang Yan originally hoped to learn more about Hel's information and was equally intrigued by the old man's accounts.
"You surely know we have our own independent mythology in Northern Europe, right?"
The old man smiled and asked.
Yang Yan nodded:
"I know a bit, but not deeply."
"Then you must know the legendary King of Gods, Odin, right?"
The old man asked again.
"Yes! I know. Odin, the supre god in Norse mythology, regarded as the King of the Gods, also the King of the Dead, War God, God of Power, and God of Magic."
"Furthermore, it's said he's the personification of the sky, ruler of the world, called the Father of the Gods, overseeing war, power, wisdom, magic, and death."
"He's the grandson of the first King of the Aesir Race Buri, son of the second Aesir God King Baal, and the giantess Bestra."
Listening to Yang Yan recite the Norse mythology about Odin like a treasury, the old man couldn't help but widen his eyes, exclaiming repeatedly:
"Wow, you know quite a lot! Yes, that's the Odin. Given so, you should also know Odin's arch-enemy."
"Loki."
Yang Yan softly uttered a na.
The old man nodded with a smile:
"Actually, the Goddess of Death is Loki's daughter, you know!"
Yang Yan also smiled and said:
"Yes! I know all that, but what I'm curious about is how did your ancestors encounter the Goddess of Death?"
"You know, at that ti logically the Goddess of Death shouldn't have been in Northern Europe, right?"
The old man shrugged:
"Who knows!"
But just as he was about to continue, a deafening thunderclap rang from afar.
Now, it wasn't even the thunderstorm season!
"I think you can just tell where the Goddess of Death is. Also, your acting is really lousy, my dear King of Gods, Odin!"
Yang Yan looked at the old man, full of slyness, and said.
"Haha! Finally recognized, not bad, Moonlight! But I'm telling you, you young people don't know how to respect the old and cherish the young?"
"Even if you've recognized , can't you just keep it low-key?"
The old man's appearance gently changed, revealing the true form of the King of Gods, Odin.
At this ti, his stature grew tall, wearing golden armor, a big golden helt on his head, his entire being radiant and glowing.
He also held a long spear in his hand, exuding an imposing presence, intimidating people.
As the King of Gods, he didn't seem surprised that Yang Yan saw through his identity, rely chuckling lightly.
Yang Yan curled his lip, sneering:
"Let's be honest now! Your purpose in being here is to guide over to Hel, right?"
"But I'm truly curious, wasn't that woman sealed by you? Why are you guiding there?"
"I guess you also know I'm here to save her, don't you?"
Odin chuckled and said:
"It's true that I sealed her up, but that doesn't an I won't release her."
"Besides, she's been confined for long enough to atone for her sins."
Yang Yan looked afar, snorted coldly:
"I'll say this for the last ti, stop wasting ti, first tell where that woman is! As for the rest, I'll co find you to clarify later."
Near the northern sea region, Yang Yan was quickly flying toward the farther north.
He felt quite displeased now.
Just now, he'd been played around by that old guy for a long ti.
If he hadn't recognized that old guy at the last mont, he wouldn't know how long he'd been tricked.
"Damn! These old-tirs who have lived for who knows how many years, are indeed sly foxes!"
"Obviously wanting to rescue Hel, but still beating around the bush, making it seem like I owe him a great favor."
Yang Yan muttered discontentedly while employing his body technique, rushing through the sky.
If it weren't for the bet with Fenrir, Yang Yan would have considered leaving directly.
At that ti, let these old-tirs who calculated him cry on their own.
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