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[Mjölnir]

Hela's height was quite remarkable among the women of Asgard, and Forseti used to be much shorter than her, like a younger brother.

All along, Forseti had looked up at her, but now the perspectives had switched.

Looking at the tall and burly Forseti, her expression was a bit complicated and subtle. In addition to being surprised, there seemed to be a trace of indescribable emotion...

"What about you?" Hela finally said something, still very surprised.

Forseti smiled, and a flame lit up in his hand at the same time: "Lord Odin's blessing, the fire has reborn me."

"Wow, fire power!" Fairwind couldn't help but say, "Oh, by the way, man, are your clothes fireproof? If not, wouldn't it be easy to burn naked? But frankly, it doesn't make a difference to me."

Forseti: "..."

Hela immediately said: "Fairwind, on behalf of Commander Odin, I appoint you as the deputy captain of the thirty-fourth squad. Go."

"Okay, Your Highness." Fairwind turned to leave.

Only Forseti and Hela were left in the room.

The atmosphere was quiet for a moment, and Hela smiled slightly: "I was not surprised that you were able to awaken your divine power, but such a change is really surprising. It seems that you are about to become a great warrior."

Forseti was about to speak when suddenly his eyes narrowed, noticing something on the ground next to him.

A hammer.

The shape of this hammer was simple and unpretentious, with a square head and a short handle. He recognized it at a glance as the war hammer used by Thor in later years.

Had Mjölnir finally been born?

Hela noticed his gaze, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly as she said, "This is my new weapon, Mjölnir. Do you want to try it?"

Forseti was a little surprised. He didn't expect Hela would actually play a prank.

But he also really wanted to try it. Maybe he could lift it.

"Really?"

Hela nodded, serious: "Of course."

Forseti immediately stepped forward, holding the handle of Mjölnir with one hand and lifting it, without moving.

Then he put his hands together, held them tightly, and exerted all his strength.

The result remained the same.

Damn, it shouldn't be. My heart is so pure! Your hammer doesn't even move!

After a few more efforts, Forseti finally gave up and exhaled.

Hela pursed her lips and smiled: "Okay, just kidding. Mjölnir has my father's magic spell on it, and others can't lift it."

"I see..." Forseti said.

The two chatted a few more times, and Hela asked: "You are now an official soldier. According to the regulations, I will arrange for you to be the vice-captain of a combat team. Which team do you want to go to?"

"Well... Your Highness, before I came here, I was entrusted by someone who wanted me to protect his son who ran away from home as much as I could," Forseti thought for a while. "His son's name is Brunok, so if possible, I would hope to be on the same team as him."

"I'll help you see." Hela nodded, flipped through the information, and said after a while, "It's a coincidence that Brunok happens to be in Hermond's team."

Unexpectedly, there was still an old acquaintance in the team, which was a surprise.

"Okay, now you're the vice-captain of the Hermond squad," Hela said.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

After a while, Forseti left the command post in a happy mood, and when he went out, he patted Shilut's little head.

Maybe it was because he was in a good mood, he felt that Shilut's head was much rounder.

When he arrived at the location of Hermond's team, Forseti noticed Brunok after a few glances.

As the son of a blacksmith, Brunok's equipment was obviously much better than that of ordinary soldiers.

At this moment, he was sitting on a stone, wiping the long sword in his hand with a solemn expression, like a battle-hardened veteran.

It's really just an imitation, the amateur's sword-holding posture betrays him.

"Brunok."

Brunok raised his head when he heard the sound, but did not recognize Forseti: "Who are you?"

Forseti did not explain and took out the shield directly from the Sanctuary space: "This is what your father asked me to give you."

Brunok was stunned for a moment, took the shield, and immediately saw the words "Go home" engraved on it. His expression suddenly became a little depressed: "This old guy..."

Forseti sat next to him and said, "Brunok, the blacksmith doesn't need to go to the battlefield. Your father is very worried about you. I think it's better for you to go back."

Brunok: "I'm not a blacksmith, at least not anymore. I'm a warrior now."

Although Forseti didn't have much contact with Brunok, he was well aware of his obsession with being a warrior, and even suspected that this guy would run away from home for a long time. So he did not persuade him more after almost politely persuading him.

"Since that's the case, you'd better follow me closely in the next battle. I will protect you if I can."

Brunok frowned.

At this moment, Hermond appeared nearby, walked over, and looked at Forseti: "New?"

Apparently he didn't recognize Forseti either. In fact, Shilut was eating rocks in the not far corner, but he didn't notice it.

Forseti thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "Yeah, my name is Turalyon, and now I'm your vice-captain."

"Turalyon... This name is a bit strange." Hermond said immediately, "By the way, I have a friend who looks very much like you. If there is a chance, I think you should meet."

"Many people say that, probably I have a popular face." Forseti digested the constant smiles and shrugged his shoulders solemnly.

The first day at Odin's camp passed quickly.

Forseti deliberately hid his identity from Hermond. Hermond was also a big guy, but he didn't have any doubts at all. From time to time, he would say "You are very similar to that friend of mine."

In the blink of an eye, on the second night, when everyone in the team was eating, Hermond started again.

Forseti asked with a surprised expression: "Really?"

Hermond waved his hand and emphasized: "Really, Turalyon, you and my friend are very similar, not only in appearance but also in the tone of voice. When I first saw you, I thought it was my friend who suddenly grew taller."

Forseti swallowed a piece of meat silently and did not speak.

At this moment, a sharp voice suddenly sounded.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The fire in the camp suddenly brightened, and the soldiers stood up one after another, ready for battle.

"Kill!"

Soon, the combined army of Frost Giants and trolls attacked. In addition, there were a small number of demons mixed in, and the total number was definitely in the thousands.

As a war between high-level races, the number of thousands was already amazing. You must know that for races like the Aesir and the Frost Giants, conquering ordinary planets is often a matter of one or two teams.

"Kill all the gods!"

Hermond's team was facing a group of trolls, among which two demons of unknown origin were mixed. Judging from their appearance, they seemed to be ordinary demons and looked closer to the Muspelheim fire demons.

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