Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 364: Brownhild

　　"Helheim?"

　　 Lord was taken aback for a moment, but he still didn't react.

　　Due to his serious injury, his brain is a bit confused now, so he can't remember where this Helheim is, but it feels a bit familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before!

　　"Helheim, also called Heim Underworld."

　　The woman took a deep look at him, and then slowly said: "It seems that you are not from Asgard, otherwise how could you not know what Helheim represents."

　　 Helheim? Heim Underworld!

　　 Lord's expression was slightly startled, and a flash of lightning flashed across his chaotic brain, instantly remembering!

　　 It turns out that this is the Heim underworld, one of the nine Nordic realms, and the ruler of the dead kingdom was suppressed here by Odin tens of thousands of years ago, the famous goddess of death Hela!

　　 It seems that God is still favoring him, and he actually threw him here.

　　 After knowing where he was, Lord heaved a sigh of relief. The Heim underworld where Hela is located is the only one. He is barely able to accept the result, at least better than the Seven Deadly Sins and Mephisto much better.

　　 "Looking at you, I don’t seem to be worried."

　　The woman's intuition is very keen, and she found Lord to be relieved. She couldn't help but ask with some doubts: "This is the kingdom of the dead. No one can leave here. Wouldn't you feel sad?"

　　 "Because for me, this is the best situation." Lord recalled the boundless dark void, with a bitter smile on his face, and said: "At least you can still see living people here. , It’s much better than where I stayed before."

　　 "I am not a living person."

　　 There was a touch of sadness in the woman’s eyes, but she was soon hidden, and then she chuckled softly: "What can be worse than Helheim, I suddenly became a little curious, where did you come from? Up."

　　 "Trust me, you wouldn't want to go." Lord pulled up his chapped lips. This is typical of not being beaten by society. He would rather die than go back in that place.

　　 "Well, it sounds really bad."

　　 The woman nodded her head as if she knew what she knew, but she didn’t ask any more questions. She stared at Lord with big dark eyes and asked: "I think you should need help. Keep staying in this place, you It will become the dung of the beast."

　　 "I am grateful, I just need help." Lord did not refuse. First, he was too injured to move, and second, it was indeed unsafe here. It is better to follow this woman than to be frozen here.

　　 "No thanks."

　　 The woman bent down and picked up Lorde with one hand, and then held him on her shoulders as if she were goods.

　　 Lord: "..."

　　 This feeling of being carried by someone seems a bit strange.

　　 But thinking about it carefully, I am now a wounded person. I am not qualified to demand so many people. I can only bear it for a while.

　　 The woman drags the giant horn beast weighing thousands of kilograms in one hand, drags Lord on her shoulder in the other hand, and then walks with two round and long legs, moving in one direction in the blizzard.

　　 in the wind, snow and ice.

　　 The two walked for several tens of kilometers, and finally came to a cave under a cliff.

　　 The cave is very deep, with the bones of various beasts scattered in it, and thick wool animal skins spread on the stone bed, giving people a wonderful feeling of living in prehistoric times. Obviously this is her residence!

　　The woman put Lorde on the stone bed, turned around to deal with the huge horned beast.

　　 Lord took a closer look and found that the woman's swordsmanship was quite excellent, but with a few breaths, he cut a huge horned behemoth like a cat and a ox, leaving only a lone skeleton.

　　 Moreover, the silver sword used by women is extraordinary.

　　The intricate pattern carvings on the sword body, and the image of the sword with the wings spread out, matched with the sharp silver blade, the whole reveals a gorgeous atmosphere, and there are faint magical fluctuations rippling, I think it should be from someone The hand of the craftsman **** is.

　　 "What are you looking at?" The woman noticed Lord's gaze, her delicate brows frowned slightly.

　　 "Your sword should be an artifact, isn't it?" Lord asked with a smile.

　　 "I don't know, I picked it up." The woman was expressionless, bowed, picked up the dead branches and piled them together, then slowly started a fire.

　　The reason for such a crappy, Lord did not go to reveal, just said, "You saved my life, tell me your name, right?"

　　 "My name..."

　　 The woman stopped making a fire, her long eyelashes moved, her dark eyes flashed with an inexplicable expression, and she said, "Brunhild, this is my name, who is lost, what is your name? "

　　 Brunhild?

　　 Lord's mouth twitched slightly, and he guessed it right!

　　In the broken place of Heim’s underworld, a woman who can wear broken armor covered with sword marks and gorgeous artifacts, no matter how you think about it, there is only one possibility, that is, the legendary Valkyrie. Odin's heroic army of heroes!

　　 It is rumored that the female warriors of the Valkyrie swearing to serve the gods are brave and brave. They are brave and brave. They ride on white horses and wear silver armor. They cut through the night sky with a long sword, as mysterious as the northern lights. And beautiful.

　　 When the Valkyries descend on the battlefield, they will bring victory to Asgard.

　　 and it is said that every Norwegian has fantasized about the Valkyrie as their dream lover.

　　 "Do you know me?" After seeing no response for a long time, Brunhild turned his head and asked.

　　 "I just heard of..."

　　 Lord shook his head quickly and said: "You can call me Lord."

　　 In the history of Marvel, Odin used the life of the Valkyrie to fill the sea, so it’s better not to admit it, otherwise he can’t guarantee that this beautiful Valkyrie will not Will give him a sword in his head.

　　"Lodour? Lodour?"

　　 Hearing the words, Brunnhilde looked slightly startled, and his beautiful face showed a trace of surprise, half surprised and half vigilant, said: "You are the legendary...'Tempter' Lord ?"

　　"...obviously not."

　　 Lord is a bit speechless~IndoMTL.com~ But he had expected this day for a long time, and explained: "I have nothing to do with the Nordic god, just the same name."

　　 "It makes sense, if it is really Him, how could it be reduced to let me save it." Brunhild nodded thoughtfully, and inadvertently stabbed someone in the heart, but he still didn’t. Self-knowingly continue to light the fire.

　　 A cluster of flames rose, bringing warmth and light to the cold cave.

　　 Brunhild used a sword to skewer a piece of meat and slowly grilled it on the fire.

　　 Zi La Zi La...

　　 The meat was roasted and it was sour, exuding bursts of aroma.

　　 By the light from the fire, Brunhill’s eyes were illuminated by the fire, with a trace of unnoticeable sadness, as if they were recalling some unbearable memory.

　　 "Where are the others?"

　　 Lord suddenly asked: "Valkyrie, there should be many?"

　　 "They are all dead."

　　 Brunhild's movements were stagnant, and after a long silence, he said in a terrible and calm tone: "The Valkyrie Legion...now I am the only one left, and they can't even get their souls. Rest in peace and become the puppet of the goddess of death."

　　

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