54

Cliff Jump

As Forseti ran wildly, he took out a bottle of Swiftness Potion and drank it. The familiar fiery force rushed to his legs, making him feel as light as a swallow, his speed increased by 70-80%, almost like flying.

After a while, a familiar figure appeared in front of him—it was Princess Hela, also busy running. Hela noticed Forseti and turned her head as they approached. "What's your name?" she asked.

Forseti hesitated. "Forseti, Your Highness," he replied.

Hela smiled. "I didn't expect you to be a mage."

"Strictly speaking, I'm not a mage, but..." Forseti began, but Hela interrupted him.

"Little guy, you'd better not be with me," she said, her expression sinking.

"What?" Forseti was taken aback.

Several ice thorns suddenly shot from behind, passing through the gap between the two. Forseti turned and saw the frost giant chasing them—it was Laufey himself, the King of Frost. He was much faster than both Forseti and Hela, even with their potions.

"Don't go in the same direction as me, or you'll be dead. It's too late to turn now," Hela said again.

Forseti hesitated but knew his life was important. "Your Highness, I hope we can meet again," he said.

"Well," Hela responded coldly.

Forseti gritted his teeth, turned around, and ran in the other direction. However, Laufey didn't intend to let him go. As soon as he turned, a few icicles shot straight toward the back of his neck.

At the critical moment, Hela's long sword smashed all the ice thorns with a wave, simultaneously blocking Forseti. Only then did Forseti notice the danger. He stopped and looked back.

Laufey had already caught up, only a few dozen meters away. "The mage behind you has a lot of tricks," Laufey said to Hela. "I've never seen the power he used before. It's quite curious."

Hela held her long sword, looking a bit nervous. Without turning around, she said, "Forseti, I can't escape anymore. You go quickly."

Forseti clenched his fist, not moving for a moment, but instead looking around, as if searching for something. With a wave of Laufey's hand, several ice thorns condensed out of thin air and shot toward Hela.

Hela swung her sword, shattering the ice thorns, and moved forward with difficulty, trying to get close to Laufey. But Laufey stood in place, continuously releasing ice thorns, making Hela's approach increasingly challenging.

Soon, her defense slipped. An ice thorn scratched her thigh, her leg armor burst, and bright red blood flowed from her snow-white skin. She gritted her teeth and persisted, but Laufey easily caught her long sword.

Hela tried to withdraw the weapon, but Laufey's grip was too strong. He kicked her away, taking her weapon. Hela pulled out a dagger and charged again, but Laufey easily caught her attack. The cold surged, frostbiting her right hand.

"I had a prophecy," Laufey said slowly. "Your father, Odin, will make me lose a son. But now it seems that maybe I made him lose a daughter."

He held up the long sword he had taken from Hela. At that moment, a stone, wrapped in a faint golden light, shot from a distance, hitting the back of Laufey's head.

However, the stone's power was minimal. Laufey frowned and turned to look. "Come and hit me!" Forseti shouted with his hands cupped around his mouth. Standing beside him was a small stone golem emitting a faint holy light—the rock puppet transformed from his rock imprint.

Laufey turned back to Hela. Forseti quickly ordered the rock puppet to throw another stone. The rock golem threw a flying stone, hitting Laufey's head again.

Laufey ignored it this time, raising the long sword, ready to strike Hela. Forseti pointed and cast Hand of Reckoning. Laufey's movements froze, his expression turning into anger. He turned suddenly. "So many tricks, little mage! Since you are eager to go to Valhalla, I will give you a ride!"

"Your Highness, run!" Forseti hurriedly shouted.

Laufey raised his hand and released an ice thorn. Forseti swung Verrigan's fist, flames bursting out. The ice thorn shattered, but Laufey's casual blow was powerful. Forseti felt his arm and body shake violently, nearly falling off the cliff.

Another blast of ice came, and Forseti could only resist with the rock puppet. The rock puppet shattered under the ice thorn. Laufey approached step by step, soon coming close.

Forseti hesitated and finally said, "It's... the power of Azeroth."

"Azeroth?" Laufey frowned.

"Want to hear my story about Azeroth?" Forseti said hoping to distract laufey

"Humph!" Laufey, feeling mocked, condensed an ice thorn.

"You'd better not do this, or I swear, I will kill you with my own hands," Forseti said, knowing Laufey wouldn't let him go but enjoying the banter.

"You are very brave," Laufey said, the cold light of the ice thorn shining. Just as the ice thorn was about to fly out, Forseti gritted his teeth and jumped off the cliff.

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