Chapter 837: Norse Mythology Expert, Legend of the Berserker

Seville, Spain.

The Airbus landed near a university, and Coulson walked into the university with Fitz and Simmons from the team.

"Why are we here?" Aaron asked puzzled.

“This 084 is related to Norse mythology, and this school has a world-leading expert in Norse mythology.

Elliot Randolph, who may be able to tell us something important that we don’t know.”

"What have you found out so far?"

“084 is incomplete. If Fitz and Simmons are correct in their analysis, at least two-thirds are missing.

The third was found by the leader of a Norwegian pagan hate group, Jacob Nystrom, and his girlfriend, Petra Larsson.

They are all ordinary people, but 084 seems to have given them powerful powers.

According to the survivors, his colleague was hit by Petra and flew dozens of meters away. His death was very sudden. "

"Something that can significantly increase strength? Are there any side effects?"

"I don't know. Maybe Professor Randolph can give us the answer."

Coulson led everyone to the door of an office, which opened automatically. A female college student walked out with a transcript in her hand, looking depressed. Behind her was a middle-aged man named Elliot Randolph who was about to close the door.

"Professor Randolph." Coulson greeted with a smile.

"Agent Coulson, please come in."

"Waterfield 44 fountain pen." Coulson walked in and looked at the light gold fountain pen in Randolph's hand in surprise. "The nib of the pen is 14K gold and inlaid with mother of pearl."

"Haha!" Randolph laughed, "You have a good eye. I didn't know you were a collector."

"How can I afford to collect such things when I'm paid as a civil servant?" Coulson said with an awkward smile.

"I guess you found something in London."

“It wasn’t London, it was in a tree in Norway.

Unfortunately, it's not what we found." Coulson took out a stick-shaped plastic model from Fitz's briefcase, "This is a 3D model."

Randolph picked up the model and carefully observed the runes on it, with a hint of surprise on his face, "This is incredible.

Judging from the runes, it should be a section of a berserker's staff."

"Let's take a look." Randolph took out a blue book from a pile of books and said as he flipped through it: "Yes, this myth dates back to the late 12th century.

It’s about a powerful warrior from Asgard, a soldier in the Berserker army.”

"An army of berserkers?"

“Yes, a powerful army, unstoppable.

Berserkers fight like angry beasts, leaving nothing behind in their wake.

A berserker has the strength of 20 warriors..."

"Wait a minute." Aaron interrupted, "May I ask, are the twenty warriors you mentioned referring to Earthlings or Asgardians?"

"An Asgardian, of course."

"Wow! That's really scary!" Aaron shrank his neck in a pretentious manner, "It's so scary."

"Does it mean that anyone who holds the cane will have superhuman powers?" Coulson asked.

"A warrior who fights with it will be in an uncontrollable rage. The staff has a very powerful magic."

"Or it may be a scientific property that we haven't discovered yet." Simmons said somewhat unconvinced. She didn't like using magic to explain abnormal situations.

"She's smart and has a nice smile," Randolph commented with a chuckle.

"Where is the legendary warrior?" Fitz asked.

"According to legend, he came to Earth to fight, but ended up falling in love."

"Who did you fall in love with?" Simmons asked curiously.

“Fell in love with life on Earth, fell in love with humanity.

He loved so much that when his army returned to Asgard, he chose to stay."

"And the cane?"

Randolph stroked the model in his hand and said with emotion: "He didn't want its black magic to fall into the hands of the bad guys, so he broke the cane into three parts and hid each part in a different place."

"Does the manuscript say where he hid them?" Coulson asked.

"In fact, it is." Randolph placed the book on the table, "In three poems, and remember, these are poetic summaries of long-lost ancient texts.

There's one about a tree, and it looks like they've found it.

The other one, 'East of the river, the sun is blazing in the sky, buried in the earth, next to the remains', is a bit creepy, isn't it?

There's another one, this one doesn't even rhyme, and the main idea is 'close to God,' which could mean anything, right?"

Simmons disagreed, "It may be nothing."

“Church,” Aaron chimed in. “I’m not a big fan of guessing games, but church is definitely the closest place to God.

As for the east of the river, the sun is blazing in the sky, buried in the soil, next to the remains...it may be a battlefield, but it is hard to say what the battlefield thousands of years ago looks like now."

"These places may not be everywhere on Earth, but they are definitely not rare." Fitz shrugged. "We can't just look for them one by one!"

Coulson looked at Randolph, as if asking for his opinion.

"Uh...it's possible." Randolph's eyes turned around. "My suggestion is to search along the route of the Viking raids. For example, some interesting Norse ruins were discovered on Baffin Island off the coast of Canada. They are priceless prehistoric artifacts."

"Thank you, Professor."

After receiving the direction of the investigation, Coulson did not hesitate to express his gratitude and left the office.

......

[Collect the Berserker's staff;

Completing the mission will reward you with 300 magic points; there will be no penalty for mission failure; do you accept it? 】

Aaron lay on the sofa, looking at the new task on the task panel and raised his eyebrows unconsciously.

Not only can you obtain a collection, but you can also get a 300 magic point mission reward, and you don’t have to put in much effort. There’s no reason to refuse!

"accept."

"There's nothing on Baffin Island." Coulson and Ward came over and said, "Aaron, we might need a little backup."

"What do you mean?"

Coulson hesitated for a moment, then said with a tangled voice, "Your compass."

"Don't even think about it." Aaron refused without hesitation. Borrowing things was only for the first time and the countless times, and he didn't have much trust in SHIELD at all.

If Captain Jack's compass is lent out, it might never be returned.

"The Berserker's staff is too dangerous. Finding it sooner can reduce casualties."

"Everyone can say nice things, but..." Aaron said unhappily. "Don't I need to remind you what kind of person Nick Fury is?"

Hearing this, Coulson pursed his lips and turned to look at Skye, "How are you doing here?"

"The message board on the Nystrom dark web is full of lunatics who firmly believe that they will ascend to heaven and become the gods of death and destruction..."

puff!

Aaron almost couldn't hold it in. "What kind of gods do they want to be?"

"O God of Death and Destruction!" said Skye.

"Haha!" Aaron forced a smile, "They are ambitious. I suddenly admire their courage."

The goddess of death is still on Earth, and you still want to become the god of death. How dare you...how much have you drunk!

"They are just birdmen."

"Is this your investigation?" Ward asked speechlessly, "Are they all birdmen?"

"These guys really suck, plus they're talking about going underground."

"It may mean to remain anonymous, or..."

"Or find the next section of the cane."

"Randolph suggested searching along the Vikings' route. Anything else?"

"There are some ruins along the Volga River in Russia, and there are also some in Kiev. The strange thing is..." Skye clicked on the desktop screen, "There are also some here."

"Sevier?" Aaron smacked his lips. "That's interesting."

"It's unlikely," Skye said, "but the Vikings sacked Seville twice."

"We found a possible site of Viking remains," May said as she walked over, "Eldvinonino, a church built on the ruins of an eighth-century crypt.

And before that, there were Roman ruins from 206 BC.”

"East of the river," Ward murmured.

"There are still many remains." Coulson nodded slightly.

"The location of the second section of the cane, maybe we can dig something out there." Aaron was eager to try, "Let's go! Return to Seville."

......

when!

The church bells rang, signaling noon.

Countries with hot climates, such as Spain, have the habit of taking siestas, so there are almost no pedestrians on the streets at this time.

Ward and Skye separated and entered the church, while Coulson, Fitz and Aaron gave remote commands in the car.

"It must feel nice, to have a mandatory lunch break," Fitz said with some envy.

“A nap is not mandatory, but it is a nice thing to take.”

"From your tone, I can tell that being an agent is not that easy.

Fortunately, I am just a consultant and don’t have to work hard.”

Hearing this, the corners of Coulson and Fitz's mouth twitched.

What is this? Showing off?

"How are you, Agent Ward?"

"I really wish I wasn't so tall." Ward held a flashlight and a spectrometer, bent slightly and searched carefully in the dark passage. "Nothing has been found yet. The instrument readings are all normal."

"What about you, Skye? Any luck?"

"Luckily my overseer offered to search the spooky corridors, leaving me with this dungeon which is no better.

I didn’t find anything, sorry, nothing.”

Drop drop!

The instrument suddenly made a sound, and Fitz immediately reminded: "Ward, your spectrometer detected something abnormal around you."

"I didn't see anything."

“The instrument shows it’s directly in front of you.

Wait... No, okay... Wait a minute." Fitz looked at the three-dimensional map on the screen, and the red dot began to move. "It's moving, northwest."

Ward looked forward and saw a figure moving quickly in the darkness with a shoulder bag in his arms.

"I saw a suspicious person." Ward immediately chased after him.

The figure's speed was not slow, but it was still a little slower than Ward's. Soon, he was blocked by Ward in an abandoned warehouse.

Ward grabbed the figure's shoulders and pulled him over, but he was still a little surprised when he saw the man's face.

This sneaky person is none other than Professor Elliot Randolph who provided them with the clue.

"I can explain it all."

"I encountered something unexpected..." Ward was unmoved. While reporting to himself, he grabbed a piece of silver cane in Randolph's bag.

However, as soon as he grasped the cane, the runes on it began to flash red.

At the same time, he seemed to see the memory he least wanted to see, and he felt unbearable pain in his abdomen. The anger rising from his chest seemed to be able to explode his heart.

"what!"

Ward fell to the ground and shook, his chest heaving.

Randolph glanced at him and quickened his pace to leave.

"Ward, what happened?" Coulson asked anxiously.

"His equipment just lost contact." Fitz turned the screen to Coulson, and a line of red alarm messages appeared on it.

"Skye, can you..."

"Already on the way."

The three people in the car waited patiently, and soon Skye's voice came through the headset, "Ward, are you okay?"

Ward came to his senses and climbed up from the ground with a roar. His breathing was rapid and hoarse, as if he had been through a brutal fight, and even his eyes were bloodshot.

"Grant, calm down," Skye tried to soothe. "Calm down."

Ward looked at his familiar colleague, breathing heavily, and barely suppressed his irritation, "The cane... was taken away by him."

"There's something wrong with Ward, and his cane is missing. Someone has taken it."

"It seems I'm in the right place." Aaron raised his lips slightly, and pretended to take out Captain Jack's compass from his space ring, "I'll go find the cane."

The needle on the compass slowly turned, and after getting off the car, Aaron quickened his pace following the direction of the needle.

Randolph was carrying a bag, and his silver cane was visible for more than ten centimeters through the zipper.

He walked quickly along the path, his pace increasing as he carefully looked around.

Snapped!

A hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder and pulled him into an alley.

Randolph subconsciously tried to break free, but the next moment he was grabbed by the neck and pressed against the wall.

"Shh!"

Aaron gestured for him to be quiet and signaled with his eyes to look out of the alley.

I saw a group of people walking by aggressively. The invisible aura brought an inexplicable sense of oppression. The four words "keep away from strangers" were interpreted vividly by them.

“The one leading it is called Jacob Nystrom, the leader of the Norwegian Otherworldly Hate Organization.

The first piece of the cane is in his hand. If nothing unexpected happens, they are here to find the second piece of the cane."

"If you don't believe it, Professor, you can go out and try it."

"Uh..." Randolph nodded sincerely, "I believe it."

"This is the second piece of the cane." Aaron noticed Randolph's bag and reached out for the silver cane.

"It's better not to touch it, this is not..."

Aaron had grasped the cane before he finished speaking.

The rune flashed red again, but he was not affected at all, as if the Berserker's staff had no magic power at all.