85

Frigga

After Karnilla finished speaking, the crowd dispersed, and Forseti hurried to Eir's side.

"Eir!" Eir greeted him excitedly, and the two embraced.

After a moment, they parted, and Eir asked curiously, "Why did you come to the hunting festival? Did you manage to catch a Four-Horned Goat?"

Forseti explained, "I was transferred to Jotunheim, and Princess Hela thought I performed well, so she recommended me for the hunting festival."

"Jotunheim?" Eir widened her eyes and scolded gently, "I warned you about how dangerous Jotunheim is. Why did you go there anyway?"

"I stayed at the Jotunheim outpost for two days... Then a battle broke out. It was too intense, so I had to leave," Forseti admitted with a tinge of guilt.

He was telling the truth; he had indeed stayed at the outpost for two days before it was destroyed, forcing him to wander through Jotunheim.

Upon hearing this, Eir felt a bit relieved but then remembered something else. She asked, "Didn't you say Princess Hela thought you were doing well? You managed to impress her during those two days at the outpost?"

"Well... yes. It's mainly because I'm a healer, and people underestimate my combat abilities. Low expectations can lead to pleasant surprises," Forseti explained earnestly.

Eir looked at him suspiciously but didn't press further. Instead, she gently touched Forseti's cheek and said, "Promise me you won't take such risks in the future, alright?"

Forseti avoided a direct answer and deflected with a smile, "Sister, you look absolutely stunning."

Eir chuckled softly, patting his shoulder. "Come with me. Since you're here in Nornheim, you should stay with me."

With that, she led Forseti away, and after a short walk, they arrived at a small courtyard and entered a room. "This will be your bedroom," Eir announced.

Forseti glanced around, inwardly impressed by the luxurious accommodations. As the Duke's apprentice, Eir lived quite comfortably. The room was spacious, elegantly furnished with sculptures and decorations fit for royalty.

Eir exchanged a few more words before saying, "I still have some work to finish. You rest here; I'll be back soon."

With that, she left Forseti alone.

Left with nothing to do, Forseti suddenly remembered Lorewalker Zhou Zhuo's Book of Experience.

Curious about the lorewalker's adventures, he retrieved the Holy Artifact, turned to the **Book of Experience: Lorewalker Zhou Zhuo**, and entered the experience space.

The scene shifted, and Forseti found himself in a dim environment.

Wait, Zhou Zhuo isn't evil, so why this setting?

As Forseti pondered, he noticed a faint glow nearby. Peering closer, he saw a chubby pandaren squatting with a lamp, seemingly engrossed in something.

Zhou Zhuo?

Approaching cautiously, Forseti recognized the pandaren as Lorewalker Zhou Zhuo, the young prince of Pandaria.

What should he do next?

Approach and confront Zhou Zhuo?

Forseti weighed the Fist of Verrigan in his hand, hesitating as he observed the chubby, cute pandaren engrossed in his task.

Suddenly, Zhou Zhuo seemed to notice something and muttered, "Hmm, what does this button do? Let me try..."

Forseti's heart skipped a beat.

"Click."

A soft sound followed, as if a switch had been flipped.

"Boom—"

The ground trembled violently, as though a massive earthquake had struck, and a bright gap appeared ahead, resembling a giant door opening in the darkness.

Through the gap, scorching hot winds gushed forth, like the blast from a massive furnace.

Glancing at the crack, Zhou Zhuo turned to Forseti and exclaimed, "I leave this to you, warrior! I must go help!"

In times of trouble, Zhou Zhuo was quicker to flee than anyone else, vanishing in an instant.

Forseti: "..."

"Boom—"

The door continued to open, revealing a vision of fiery red—a sea of molten lava churned, exuding intense heat waves.

Amidst the roiling magma stood a colossal figure made of flame, towering like a mountain. His lower body melded with the magma, while his upper form resembled a demonic visage, sporting twin horns atop his head.

Pure flame forged his flesh, radiating boundless heat. Destructive power surged from him, sweeping in all directions like a hurricane.

"The Fire Lord Ragnaros!" Forseti was awestruck.

No other than the infamous Fire Lord Ragnaros, one of the Elemental Lords, ruler of fire demons!

Ragnaros wielded his giant warhammer, the artifact known as "Hand of Ragnaros," standing within the lava.

He locked eyes with Forseti, his body ablaze, and thundered, "Mortal, did you awaken me?"

"Yes... it was Zhou Zhuo."

Terrified by Ragnaros's immense power, Forseti found himself trembling involuntarily.

"Very well, foolish mortal. You shall pay for your recklessness!" Ragnaros declared, raising his warhammer.

Forseti: "..."

"Let the flames cleanse everything!" Ragnaros bellowed, flames erupting like a torrent, as if to scorch heaven and earth.

Forseti found himself engulfed in the fiery light before abruptly returning to reality.

Damn it!

Zhou Zhuo was indeed an eccentric! And to think, he had awakened a boss as epic as the Fire Lord at the outset.

Forget it... Forget it...

Forseti realized he wouldn't stand a chance against an epic boss like Ragnaros in a million years. He decided to set aside Lorewalker Zhou Zhuo's Book of Experience for the time being.

The overwhelming presence of the Fire Lord had left Forseti deeply shaken, his thoughts scattered.

Even Surtur at the peak of his power would pale in comparison.

After composing himself, Forseti headed to Eir's apothecary.

Eir's apothecary was impressively stocked, far surpassing Forseti's own herbal shop. It boasted every tool and herb imaginable.

Intrigued, Forseti began identifying the herbs one by one, hoping to find a substitute for Sun Grass.

Evening fell suddenly.

Voices drifted from outside, and Forseti went to open the door, finding an elegant blonde woman beside Eir.

Forseti glanced at Eir inquisitively.

Eir smiled and introduced her, "This is the Duke's daughter, Sister Frigga."

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