Russell put down the dagger in his hand and randomly pulled out a few more to check. They were all Asgardian magic swords.
Thousands of unified standard weapons, an army's organizational scale, and female soldiers...
Russell was thoughtful and leaned over to examine the bones. Under the layers of white bones, he found thick ribs and skulls that were obviously not human, as well as the wing bones of birds.
The clues from the female bones and Pegasus are obvious. This is the burial place of the Asgardian Valkyrie Legion. The entire army was annihilated by the Ten Thousand Swords of the Death Goddess Hela.
Russell was deeply impressed by this legion. Although the scene of their appearance lasted only a few seconds, their deaths were really tragic!
The mindless suicide charge was like the cavalry in the old days encountering the heavy machine guns in the position, being taken away by the wave of Hela's output, and dying worthless.
Asgard obviously has spaceships and anti-aircraft laser cannons...
Ahem, this kind of thing is just like the Green Lantern Corps, which is a plot kill. In fact... uh... In fact, they are all elites, and they are very powerful in single combat.
For example, Thor's dream as a child was to join them and become a glorious Valkyrie.
Later, when he grew up, he felt that women's clothing was too shameful, so he gave up on this great dream.
By the way, Asgard still has a legion of Valkyries. Due to their scarcity in numbers and average combat effectiveness, they have almost become art soldiers.
Whoosh!
The sound of breaking through the air came from behind. Russell turned his head and turned to look at the sword-like canyon.
A tall and slender figure walked out of the darkness, and a beam of light fell from the sky at the right time, illuminating the whole body of the visitor. He wore tight-fitting black leather armor with green stripes, and his long black hair fell down, covering half of his face.
She made a rather cold appearance, even though only half of her face was exposed, but it was still impressive. She was arrogant and cold, and full of queenly temperament.
Hela, the goddess of death!
According to the setting where she was imprisoned here, Russell judged that she was Odin's eldest daughter, not Loki's daughter.
Well, Loki is miserable, miserable in every sense of the word.
"Who are you? Why are you here? Did Odin throw you in?" Hela asked three consecutive questions in a arrogant manner.
"Hela!?"
Russell knew the answer and pretended not to know the other person, feeling a little regretful.
Although she is very beautiful, very bad, and extremely aggressive, she is not the face of the Elf Queen. Otherwise, she would be happy to hit her for any reason.
"Oh, you know me?"
Hela was slightly surprised. She was confined to the hell dimension. She thought Odin would erase all information about her, but she didn't expect anyone to recognize her.
"Of course, the famous Hela Odinson, the first heir to the throne of Asgard and the military commander, knows that you are normal."
"Then who are you?"
Hela sneered twice, narrowed her eyes and stared at Russell: "Also, how long has it been outside?"
The Queen has so many problems!
Russell curled his lips. The original work did not indicate how long Hela had been sealed. Considering that Thor and Loki did not know Hela and did not know that they had a sister, it can be inferred that it was about 1,500 years.
"answer me!"
"Before I answer your question, can you answer a question for me?" Russell raised his hand to stop the queen's aura. There was a question he had wanted to ask for a long time.
Hela said nothing and stared at Russell coldly, probably agreeing.
"Can you tell me, where did you get the cosmetics in this ungrateful place?"
Russell pointed to his eyes. Hela's eyeshadow was so well painted, as if it had been applied just this morning.
This is unreasonable!
Hela's tights had holes everywhere, and only a small part of the cloak behind her was left. Many areas were exposed, revealing porcelain white skin. It could be called a bonus, and Russell was a little dizzy from the exposure.
This is not the point. The point is that the clothes are in tatters, which shows that there is a serious lack of supplies here. So where did the cosmetics come from?
Could it be Odin?
He threw his daughter into hell, fearing that she would be bored, so he specially prepared 1500-year-old cosmetics for her to entertain herself.
"act recklessly!"
A sword-like sharp mountain rose under Hela's feet. She stood on it and looked down at Russell: "I haven't seen a living person for a long time, so kneel down to your queen and give yourself a chance to live."
Russell took out his ears and took a look: "Damn it, there's such a big lump of earwax. Did you get scared? That's really awesome!"
"Hehehe..."
A look of sullenness flashed in Hela's eyes. She tried hard to convince herself to give Russell a chance to live. Since the other party didn't know how to cherish him, she could only kill him.
She opened her hands, and the green energy turned into mist and dispersed from behind half of the cloak, then divided into several strands and penetrated into the ground before disappearing.
Just when Russell thought she was just concave, the ground shook slightly, and the sound of uniform military formations came from the Sword Canyon.
"Wake up, my army..."
Hela raised her finger and pointed at Russell, with a sinister smile on her lips and said, "Kill this person to please me!"
boom! boom! boom! boom----
Thousands of soldiers wearing helmets and armor stepped out in neat formations and filled with murderous intent. They were Asgard warriors loyal to Hela and were buried here by Odin.
If we follow orthodox Norse mythology, these brave souls who are brave and good at fighting should be introduced into the Hall of Valor by the Valkyrie and enjoy worship for eternity, instead of being sent to hell as rebels.
Russell glanced at the group of armored soldiers and saw through the essence of Hela's magic.
The spears and daggers in the hands of the soldiers were made by Hela using her abilities, as was the armor. Because their bodies were decayed and only skeletons were left, and they could not move without souls, Hela ignited green magical energy in their bodies, turning into undead and continuing to fight. The Queen who serves goes to war.
Like father, like son, this is true. In other words, parents are the first mentors of their children and have a profound influence on them.
Odin launched a war to conquer the nine kingdoms when he was young, so Hela was as cruel as him. Even the loyal souls of those who died in battle would not let them sleep.
Odin is old and needs benevolence to rule the country, so the eldest brothers Thor and Loki, not to mention the second brother, are not worthy of being on the stage.
Hela's army has already gone into battle. Russell raised his hand and pulled out the Vulcan Sword. Just as he was about to start an unparalleled mowing of grass, the enemy in the army was ashamed and I went to take off his clothes. Suddenly, the ground under his feet floated with white light.
The light of the soul!
Russell fluttered his wings and moved away, frowning and looking down. He saw countless scattered light spots gathering and forming in the field, blending into the white bones. Thousands of skeletons climbed up from the ground, and silently pulled out the sword inserted in the cracks of the stone.
Valkyrie Legion!
Russell's eyes flashed with black light and he found that the souls of these thousands of Valkyries were completely blank. Due to the passage of time, their memories either disappeared or were buried deeply, just like walking corpses aimlessly.
No, they still have a purpose, to follow their obsession before death and fight against Hela's army.
"I don't want such an elite legion if I don't want it. I really don't know what Odin thinks. Just because the Asgard family has a big business, he doesn't care?"
Russell shook his head slightly and raised one hand to point to the sky. Thousands of black smoke flew out of the passage of the dark dimension, wrapping the white skeleton of the Valkyrie and turning it into a fully enclosed heavy armor.
Without him, Russell thinks this is more fair!
When a warrior goes to war, how can he only have weapons but no armor?
Thousands of Valkyries, wearing armor, quickly formed an array. Their Pegasus mounts died too cleanly and were already cold. Their souls could not respond to their masters, so they could only fight as infantry.
A Valkyrie at the front raised her sword with one hand and waved her hand. Thousands of Valkyries raised their swords in unison, maintained their formation, and charged.
The suspected commander-in-chief turned her head stiffly, looked at Russell, nodded slightly, and then joined the charge formation.
Russell's eyes suddenly lit up. The female commander-in-chief had the most complete soul, had the ability to think logically, and it seemed her memory was well preserved.
A symbol of strength, proving that he was a powerful warrior during his lifetime.
Russell rubbed his hands, not concealing the desire in his eyes. This person is good, he can use it, he wants it.
Nothing else, just appreciation and pity. It's a pity that such a brave man will be buried in hell.
Of course, he wouldn't mind if he bought one and got a thousand free.
Clang!
On the battlefield, soldiers were fighting hand to hand, and two black torrents collided, entering a white-hot stage in an instant.
As far as troop formation is concerned, Hela's men are standard infantry, and the square camp is meticulous and overwhelming.
On the Valkyrie's side, the air cavalry turned into infantry, turning into ten centurions, piercing them like arrows. They look like roving soldiers, but because of their superior individual combat capabilities, they often fight one against two or three, cutting up and breaking up the infantry square formation, and constantly harvesting heads.
The forces of both sides have shrunk visibly, and it is only a matter of time before the Valkyrie Legion is close to winning.
In terms of the overall senses, the impression given to Russell by the Valkyrie Legion is that the cavalry combat style is deeply rooted in the soul, and even if the memory is lost, it cannot go against the instinct.
"You guys who are in the way, I am not interested in playing military formation games with you today." Hela stood on the sharp mountain and threw several sharp blades with her hands, piercing the attacking Valkyrie soldiers.
She ignored the Valkyrie Legion who were fighting bravely because she was tired of killing them. She raised her eyebrows and looked at Russell, crossed her arms and waved vigorously.
The eighth-level continent roared and trembled, and countless sword-like peaks disintegrated into black spots, which were extremely sharp black weapons.
Spears, daggers, giant axes...the prototypes of all cold weapons that appear in the world can be found here.
Countless weapons rose into the sky, like soldiers ready to go, arrayed neatly above Hela's head.
Dark clouds cover the roof and cover the sky!
"You seem to be very powerful, and..."
Hela licked her dry lips, her eyes shining with excitement: "You are not exiled by Odin, but you can come and go here freely, right?"
"Yes, I can enter and exit this dimension freely, and I can even take you out with me."
Russell raised his hand to summon a javelin condensed with dark energy, and grinned: "How about, kneel down in front of the king and you can be free!"
