Chapter 781: Chapter 4 Fooling the Gods’ Mischief (6.1k)_2 Chapter 781: Chapter 4 Fooling the Gods’ Mischief (6.1k)_2 At Odin’s introduction and request, the accompanying young deities bowed to Luo En one by one, their eyes filled with curiosity.
Luo En understood that Odin was intentionally paving the way for him to join the Divine Race. He took the initiative to approach these young deities and even occasionally handed out some homemade rune stones and jerky to them, quickly winning their favor.
Thus, in a harmonious and enthusiastic atmosphere, the deities loaded barrels of honey wine into the carts and drove off into the vast snowy plains.
It was about to begin…
Luo En, standing at the gate, muttered softly to himself and then, as everyone left, he quickly activated the nearby defensive charm before adding several concealed spells to prepare for the upcoming grand Nordic event.
As a veteran of several Divine Wars, he certainly understood the terrifying aftermath such events could produce and was quite experienced in dealing with them.
So, does he just take a good sleep next and wait for the Divine Race to call him to duty?
Yawning, Luo En decisively crawled onto the stone bed and comfortably closed his eyes to rest.
“Bang bang bang bang!”
Days later, a series of dull thuds from outside the cave abruptly woke Luo En.
He suddenly opened his eyes and activated a detection spell on his magic circle diagram. Looking outside, he saw the blood-stained snowy ground and Odin, leaning on a broken spear, his face covered in blood.
“Open the door! Loki, hurry up and open the door!”
Urgent cries for help came from the cave entrance. Luo En frowned slightly and immediately deactivated the defense charm, letting Odin in.
As soon as he entered, Odin’s trembling lips uttered a shocking piece of terrible news:
“They’re dead, my grandfather, my father, and those clan members I brought… all dead…”
Luo En’s face changed slightly upon hearing this.
Ancestor Buri, Divine King Bao’er, and those elite members of the Divine Race gone?
“The honey wine didn’t work?” Luo En instinctively asked, his gaze somewhat unfocused.
Odin shook his head, his voice dry:
“No, Ymir indeed fell into a drunken stupor after consuming a large amount of honey wine, but our weapons couldn’t kill the Ancestor Giant. They only caused some superficial wounds. And when he woke up, he slaughtered all the deities who had entered his territory!”
Immediately afterward, Odin, his face pale, added additional details of the operation, outlining the complete sequence of events.
The overall plan of the Divine Race was commendable; they had sent a daredevil team into the territory of the Ancestor Giant Ymir, setting up a stove on an open field to cook wine and use the aroma of food and wine to lure him out.
As expected, the instinct-driven Ymir fell for it, and after slaughtering the Divine team that had entered his territory, he sat unhesitatingly in front of the fire to enjoy his spoils.
After eating all the food and drinking all the honey wine, Ymir did indeed pass out as planned, becoming an unguarded target.
Seeing the opportunity ripe, Ancestor Buri and Divine King Bao’er decisively led their troops out and hacked at the drunken Ymir.
But what they hadn’t anticipated was the extreme toughness of Ymir’s body and his incredible vitality, far exceeding the Divine Race’s estimations. Their fierce attacks not only failed to kill the Ancestor Giant but instead woke him up.
Ultimately, in a furious rage, Ymir used his overwhelming power and nearly wiped out all the deities present.
If Odin hadn’t reacted quickly, he might have ended up sharing the same fate as his grandfather and father.
After hearing this, Luo En was stunned.
Ymir was such a tough cookie? That shouldn’t be the case…
Even in the original mythology, he only managed to kill Ancestor Buri outright, with no record of utterly defeating Divine King Bao’er.
How could a father-son duo, accompanied by a large group of deities ambushing him, be counter-killed by a drunken Ymir?
After pondering for a moment, Luo En considered a possibility, his gaze unwavering.
Could it be because I arrived early and awakened the World Egg where Ymir resided, causing him to be born prematurely and thereby enjoy the primeval cow’s milk alone for a long time, significantly enhancing his strength and surpassing his original self to reach an unprecedented level of power?
Just so, in the mythology where the Divine Race was on par with the giants, they now faced near extinction. And even Ancestor Buri and Divine King Bao’er had collectively faltered due to a miscalculation of the situation.
So, did I cause the deaths of Buri and Bao’er?
A sudden thought struck Luo En, his gaze shifting uncertainly toward his good brother Odin.
Fortunately, Odin, having just survived a near-death experience, was still in a state of shock and hadn’t noticed the guilty expression on his good brother’s face, merely muttering incessantly on the ground:
“It’s over, the Divine Race is completely finished. What do we do now…”
The unexpected response jolted the frightened and confused Odin, who suddenly looked up in astonishment at the astounding Luo En, hardly believing his own ears.
“You heard right,” Luo En affirmed with a nod, his eyes deep, “The death of Ancestor Buri and Divine King Bao’er is a fact, but Ymir wouldn’t have had an easy time in his drunken state. He is definitely in a very weakened condition. If you run now, you’ll be wasting the opportunity your grandfather, father, and clan created for you. Once Ymir sobers up and realizes he nearly died from such things, he’ll certainly be on guard next time. In a fit of rage, he might even order the giants to utterly eradicate your Divine Race!”