Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 496: Cat's sneaky world snake

Chapter 496 The cat’s sneaky world snake

Early next morning.

Ever since they met the three elven kings in the air, Ciri, Galadriel, and Rose seemed to have broken a layer of estrangement, and their relationship became closer.

In the early morning, they went out together, talking and laughing, and went to the market in Turin to buy supplies, leaving Lorne alone to guard the empty room.

With nothing to do, Lorne first played a few games of mutant Gwent with the old man in the courtyard, Gandalf, and then wandered out of the door, preparing to go to the library of Turin City to investigate about Fafnir III. Brotherly things.

Walking and stopping along the way, taking in the panoramic view of the scenery along the way, Lorne couldn't help but marvel at the unique forging culture of the dwarves.

Almost every household has a forging furnace, and the sounds of forging raw materials and metal quenching are endless. Everything from farm tools and cooking utensils to large weapons and warships can be produced in dwarf workshops.

It can be said that every adult dwarf is a skilled craftsman, and the entire city of Turin is a huge arsenal.

Moreover, compared to the excessive pursuit of perfection and refinement in elf craftsmanship, dwarf craftsmanship pays more attention to mass production and practicality. In a word, it is a combination of thick skin, durability and large quantity.

In addition, the seven major dwarf clans have been unified, so once a war breaks out, the dwarves who are united can provide a steady stream of weapons and equipment to their allies at any time.

Thinking of this, Lorne's eyes flickered, and the thoughts surging in his mind seemed to vaguely reveal a corner of the fog of this [Dragon Disaster].

While he was walking and thinking, a figure in the crowd attracted his attention.

She was a tall woman with a sinfully good figure. Her long silver-gray hair was spread over her bare shoulders, showing some relaxation and laziness, but she was faintly exuding under her cold black dress. The scent of blood and roses.

As his eyes moved towards the woman's facial features, Lorne couldn't help but reveal a smile.

Freya.

In other words, it was Freya who used illusion to change her hair and eye color.

As if she noticed the faint peek from the crowd, Freya paused, her original sense of laziness gone. Then she lowered her body and quickly turned into a small alley with the help of the obstacles of the crowd and buildings. middle.

The feeling of stealing is so heavy.

Is this doing something shameful?

Lorne muttered to himself, then calmed down and followed quietly.

After a while of twists and turns, Freya came to a low and dark alley.

After carefully checking her surroundings, she breathed a sigh of relief, threw a few pieces of dried meat on the ground, and coldly snorted to the front:

"come over!"

After a rustling sound, several arrogant and sinister creatures emerged from the shadows, flew to Freya's feet on four short legs, and scrambled for the dried meat on the ground.

"Don't worry, there's more."

While scolding these little gluttons, Freya knelt down and took out more dried meat.

Suddenly, more hungry little things came out and competed to show off their talents under the temptation of food.

The black and white tabby cat climbed onto Freya's lap and flicked its tail gently. The delicate white cat jumped on Freya's head and blended in with the silver hair. The thin kitten was on Freya's head. The baby's feet were spinning, and from time to time it made a sound of begging for feeding.

The affectionate energy obviously showed that Freya was feeding them for more than a day or two.

At this moment, the Valkyrie, surrounded by cats, was holding a three-flowered flower happily in one hand and throwing dried meat with the other:

"Everyone has something to eat, everyone has something to eat!"

When Lorne, who was hiding behind the corner, saw this situation, he immediately couldn't laugh or cry.

I almost forgot, this woman Freya is a cat slave.

So, it was a cross-dressing, a detour, the process was like a spy meeting, and in the end, he secretly came over to feed and pet the cat?

Although Lorne was a little disappointed, but in line with the principle of not leaving empty-handed, he still took a few photos of Freya with the photo crystal, which served as a record of the dark history.

At this time, Freya had already fed a dozen wild cats around her, and stood up like a queen to patrol her territory.

And when she walked to a pile of metal embryos and saw the raw face in the gap, she immediately raised her eyebrows:

"New here? Come out and let me see."

Upon hearing the inquiry, the orange cat in the gap between the metal embryos glanced at Freya outside in confusion, then turned around and continued to sleep soundly in the shadow.

"Can't understand?"

Freya, who has read countless cats, thought for a moment, bent down on the ground, made similar movements to a cat, and communicated with the outsiders hidden in the metal embryo in the language of cats:

"Meow~meow~meow?"

"?"

The orange cat turned his head and looked at Freya with even more confusion and even a hint of contempt.

In fact, not to mention the orange cat, even Lorne, an old boss, couldn't help but raise his hands to cover his face when he saw Freya shaking her head and tail, and couldn't bear to look at her.

Unexpectedly, the iron-blooded rose on the battlefield actually has such an abstract side in private.

I don’t know who is more cat-like after putting cat ears and cat tail on her compared to the one under the metal embryo.

At this moment, the Valkyrie King, who had no idea that her image was shattered, saw that persuading her to surrender was ineffective and let out a cold snort:

"Oh, quite arrogant!"

The plump body got halfway into the gap in the metal embryo, and reached out to grab the orange cat lying in the corner, vowing to arrest the uninvited guest and hold it in his arms and torture it.

Seeing the approaching claws, the orange cat jumped up vigilantly, and with its flexible movement, it got out of the other end of the gap.

"Want to run? No way!"

Freya followed quickly and forced the orange cat into a corner.

Immediately, the Valkyrie King smiled proudly, stretched out her claws, and probed inch by inch towards the cute creature with no way to escape:

"Hmph, a kitten like you still wants to escape from my grasp?"

This cat slave is really hopeless...

While Lorne was secretly complaining, he couldn't help but see the weak, helpless and pitiful kitten in the corner, hunched over with its back bent, its hair blowing up, and a low, thunderous cry coming from its throat, clearly entering an attack posture.

A sense of danger crept into his heart for no reason.

Lorne's expression suddenly changed and he shouted loudly:

"Get out of the way!"

The familiar feeling of pulling the thread came to her heart, and Freya's body moved to one side uncontrollably.

At the same time, the orange cat in the corner opened its mandible, and several forked scarlet cores shot out from its mouth, passing Freya's figure and hitting the metal embryos piled in the alley.

With a clanking sound, those extremely hard metal embryos were rolled into the orange cat's mouth by the bifurcated scarlet cores and disappeared in an instant.

Seeing such a strange scene, Freya gasped and immediately switched to the form of the Valkyrie. She held a golden sword and shield in her hand and focused on the seemingly harmless orange cat in the corner.

As if anticipating the threat, the orange cat whined and retreated, then jumped onto the wall. After several jumps, it disappeared into the crowd of people on the street in an instant.

As the crisis was resolved, Freya breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear.

At the moment of the confrontation, she actually had a premonition of death.

And the opponent is actually a seemingly harmless orange cat?

A strong sense of absurdity surged into her heart, and Freya's thoughts couldn't help but become confused.

But in an instant, she suppressed her distracting thoughts and quickly came to the corner of the alley.

Looking at the empty area, Freya was not surprised. She reached out and touched the wall with a trace of breath left, her eyes flickering.

That feeling, that sound...

That's right, he's back!

Freya released her Valkyrie state, stretched her waist lazily, and raised the corners of her lips in pleasure.

The disaster of dwarves and dragons shook the nine realms.

Therefore, that guy is probably among them!

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At this moment, Lorne was walking among the crowd, searching for traces of the orange cat, while thoughts were racing in his mind. That was just...the element-devouring beast?

wrong!

This is the Nordic Age of Gods, how could there be such a thing!

Lorne shook his head and decisively rejected this answer, recalling the scene he just saw in the alley.

He swallowed a metal embryo weighing dozens of tons in one breath... the shape of a cat...

Swallowing... cats... can pose a threat to the main god...

Suddenly, Lorne thought of a legend, and the answer came to his mind.

The cat that cannot be lifted - Jörmungandr, the Serpent of the World!

Yes, that should be it.

In Norse mythology, Jörmungandr once appeared in the form of a cat in the giant kingdom of Jotunheim, competing with Thor, the **** of thunder. As powerful as Thor, it can only lift one of its feet.

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As the identity of the orange cat was locked, Lorne couldn't help but rub his sore eyebrows.

He remembered that the winter **** Skadi, who came to Turin to attend the pre-war meeting, was accompanied by an orange cat.

Judging from the coat color and appearance, it should be the one just now.

The giant wolf Fenrir, the goddess of death Hela, and the world snake Jörmungandr...

I didn't expect that the three culprits who started the Nordic Ragnarok would come together so quickly.

And it seems that the three pots are evenly distributed.

Holo who was born in the atrium will have a share, Hela who was created in the Asgard will have a share, and finally the giants will have a share if they harbor Jormungandr. Once Ragnarok comes and the world collapses, no one can blame anyone. is innocent.

Northern Europe is getting more and more lively...

Lorne groaned in pain and quickly walked into an alleyway following the lingering scent of Jormungandr.

Due to his speed, he almost collided with the purple figure coming towards him.

Skadi's face turned cold at first, and then after seeing the face of the visitor clearly, his expression softened a bit, and he asked in a deep voice:

"What are you looking for? Are you in such a hurry?"

"On the road just now, a strange cat took away my things."

"What does it look like?"

"It's about this long, with orange hair and a forked tongue."

Lorne was speaking and gesticulating, and the content was mixed between true and false.

Skadi listened and gradually frowned:

"Could it be it?"

"You know him?"

"Maybe it's the one at my house. Let me help you find it."

Lorne readily agreed and worked with Skadi to find the orange cat that committed the crime.

However, after searching the surrounding alleys, the two found nothing.

Skadi looked around, feeling a little confused:

"Strange, where did you go?"

"It doesn't matter, it's just a few pieces of raw material for forging, it's not that important."

"Let's do this. I'll take you to where we live later. It will definitely go back when it gets tired from wandering outside. When the time comes, we'll catch it and make it spit out what it swallowed!"

Lorne nodded in agreement.

The more reasonable he was, the more guilty Skadi felt, and he said with a hint of embarrassment:

"However, it may have to wait until the evening. I still have some things to do now."

"Want to help?"

Skadi thought for a moment and did not refuse Lorne's kindness.

The two of them walked out of the alleyway one after another and headed towards the low-rise residential area on the east side of Turin City.

And when the two walked away, the light patterns in a small courtyard two streets away were broken, and a strange little head broke free from the restraints and looked behind him in surprise:

"Second sister? Why are you here!"

At the same time, the criminal orange cat lay on top of the girl's head, licking its paws leisurely.

"I'll take care of business." Belludante replied in a deep voice, then let go of her arms, glared at the most naughty sister, and said, "It's you, Shikodi, aren't you in Jotunheim? Why? Came to the dwarf country?"

When Shikodi heard this, she immediately waved her hands and said with a bitter look on her face: "Don't mention it, eldest sister, she has gone crazy for some reason. Now she is chasing me all over the world! Look at that posture, if she is caught, I will die. I have to shed my skin, how can I dare to stay in Jotunheim? So, I came to the dwarf country with Skadi to avoid being beaten to death."

After pouring out the bitter water, Shikodi's face tightened, she clenched her fists and waved them hard in the air:

"I don't know who leaked the news and told her that I was in Jotunheim. If I get caught, I will make that guy look good!"

"Then how are you going to retaliate against her?"

"Needless to say? Of course you are feeding my cat extra food!"

Shikodi gritted her teeth and expressed her plan.

That expression seemed so fierce and cute, but it secretly exuded a kind of coldness without anger or authority.

As the goddess of fate, she is the most willful and dangerous of the three sisters.

Legend has it that one time the three Nolen sisters traveled to Denmark. When a nobleman was about to give birth to his first son, they entered the nobleman's home and went straight into the mother's bedroom. The eldest sister Urd promised that the newborn baby would be handsome and brave, and Belludandish promised that the newborn baby would become a rich man and a great poet. Before Shikoti could say anything, the noble's neighbors had already heard about this miracle. They crowded into the room and violently pushed Shikoti off the chair. So Sikoti stood up and said with displeasure: The generosity of her two sisters was in vain, because she would promise that the newborn baby's life would only be as long as the small candle by the bed.

At that time, the small candle had burned more than half and was about to burn out. The mother hugged the baby, her heart was broken, and she begged. The second sister, Beludante, couldn't bear it, but she couldn't get her sister's words to be taken back. Finally, the eldest sister Urd took off the small candle and blew it out, handed it to the mother, and told her to keep it until one day her son was tired of living, and then take it out and burn it.

The matter was resolved satisfactorily, and the child lived an extremely long life, more than three hundred years.

From this, we can see the differences in the personalities of the three sisters:

The eldest child is mature and steady, the second child is kind and gentle, and the third child is willful and bold.

At this moment, after hearing the revenge plan from her sister, Belludante couldn't suppress the anger in her heart no matter how gentle and amiable she was. She raised her fist and hit her sister on the head:

"Extra food? Look who is giving who extra food today!"

The iron fist fell, and the orange cat jumped up quickly, hiding in the shadows and shivering.

Shikodi, on the other hand, held her swollen head and squatted on the ground with tears in her eyes, drawing circles:

"Why are you so heavy-handed? I didn't know you were the one who told the secret."

"Then do you know why the eldest sister is so angry that she wants to chase you?"

"Why?"

"Because if you run away, you will hurt me badly!"

Beludanti lifted up the bangs on her forehead with a cold face, revealing a divine seal wrapped in golden flames.

At this time, as the investigation into the dragon disaster continues to deepen, the golden flame ring is gradually closing, outlining an increasingly complete master-slave contract.

(End of chapter)