In the following time, Brunhilda would still frequently come to find Ron to cultivate.
Up until now, she still couldn't beat Ron.
Because Ron was growing much faster than she was.
"Teacher, how strong are you exactly?"
Brunhilda asked curiously.
"I don't know how strong I am either."
said Ron with a laugh.
He didn't want to expose his strength because he was basically using the spells of the Immortal Palace.
Once Odin discovered it…the outcome would be disastrous.
The Asgardian soldiers and giants who died in battle knew best how cruel Odin was.
Odin could use the power of Odin to resurrect dead warriors, but he did not do so.
They allowed the Goddess of Death, Hila, to pull their souls into the Kingdom of Death.
Brunhilda didn't mention this matter much. Since Ron didn't want to talk about it, she wouldn't meddle in it.
Odin was not in a hurry to start a war against the other worlds, but gave the warriors time to rest.
Of course, the small battles never stopped.
It was just that there was no army pressing down on the border.
Moreover, according to Brunhilda, Asgard was still consolidating Jotunheim's gains.
Odin seemed to really want to colonize Jotunheim.
Although the giants did not resist immediately, it caused a lot of conflict.
Therefore, a new round of invasion would not begin immediately.
This was not a problem for the Asgardians.
They had a long life, and war naturally could not fill their lives.
During the day, he supervised the slaves in building a new country, and at night, he drank wine.
Asgard was in a state of peace and prosperity.
Ron was leaning against a golden pillar, jug in hand, staring into the distance.
The scenery in Asgard was actually very good.
Outside the Immortal Palace, there were deep mountains everywhere, where all kinds of strange creatures lived.
Suddenly, a hidden teleportation spell appeared in front of him.
Sensing a familiar magical aura, Ron walked over.
He did not feel any dizziness as he directly arrived in the deep forest.
"Carnila?"
Ron looked at Carnilla in front of him.
The other party had changed his appearance. He was no longer wearing Asgardian armor, but a black suit.
"I'm preparing to leave this place."
Carnila said.
"Leave?"
"Yes, I'm going back to Norn. The next time we meet, you should call me Queen Norn. I hope you haven't forgotten your promise.”
Carnila said arrogantly. Clearly, she had been preparing for something.
Ron didn't know what to say. He just nodded.
He was able to learn the magic of the Immortal Palace because of Carnila.
Carnila waved his hand and disappeared.
It could be seen that after all this time of practice, her magic attainments were not low.
She just lacked experience.
When she had enough experience, she would become the strongest in Asgard, second only to Odin.
Ron cast a teleportation spell on himself and returned to the Fairy Palace.
"Wuwuwu."
Ron took a sip from the jug and thought he heard a low sob.
He hurried over to the source of the sound.
There shouldn't be any bullying in Asgard, right?
After all, this was Asgard, not some lighthouse country.
"Alright, don't cry. Morrison isn't really dead. He's just returned to the embrace of death.”
"The kingdom of the dead? Can we go? I just want my child. Why do I have to start a war? To him, he's still alive, but to us, he's already dead. It's all because of you damn warmongers!”
"We…of course we can't reach it, but death is just the beginning, isn't it?”
"Listen to what the eldest princess said. Only the dead can reach it. They have to walk on a rugged path for nine days and nine nights in the cold and dark land of the extreme north. Is this the beginning or torture?”
"I…I'll get you some wine."
"Woo…"
Ron stopped and walked away in silence until he could no longer hear the sobbing.
Looking at the glorious palace that was already vaguely taking shape, as if it was flaunting this golden age, he felt a little mocking.
It seemed that not all Asgardians liked war.
They were only a portion of the people who fought so fiercely.
The blood that flowed in the war belonged to both the giants and the Asgardians.
……
"Woo ~"
The horn of war sounded again.
Ron, who was meditating, opened his eyes and chose to sign in.
He was already used to it. It was the same habit he had in his previous life where he woke up with his phone every day.
"You have successfully signed in. You have signed in for 60 years consecutively. Invisibility Cloak."
" Invisibility Cloak: When you wear it, no one will be able to find out where you are, what you do, or what you think…"
Ron tried it on and saw the surprised looks of his fellow battalion members.
It didn't really make people invisible.
However, it could prevent others from spying on them.
For example…Heimdallr.
Even Heimdallr's eyes and ears wouldn't be noticed once he put on the cloak.
But it was of no use to Ron.
He was sure that his magic attainments were enough to prevent Heimdallr from discovering him.
Otherwise, Heimdallr wouldn't have remained indifferent when he met Karnila ten years ago.
For the Asgardians who measured time in years, ten years was just a short period of time.
Therefore, it was just a simple rest and recuperation, but it had been carried out for a few years.
The main force had not yet set off, but many warriors had already left Asgard and gone to various parts of the Nine Realms to fight.
This time, Odin did not gather his forces.
He thought it was too slow.
Even with his long lifespan, he couldn't bear to spend decades to conquer a realm.
Therefore, he decided to launch an all-out attack.
Moreover, he was also planning his own plan.
Ron watched as the army marched off in the distance, and they seemed to want to keep up.
"Where are we going this time?"
Ron asked the officer.
The officer was a woman named Louise, with whom Ron had long been acquainted.
Therefore, Louise also tolerated Ron's slacking behavior and did not assign him a team.
"Musbelheim."
Louise said quickly and left in a hurry.
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