Chapter 1074 Poem of Destiny

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According to the two ancestors.

The only way to intercept the origin of the World Tree is when the next God King is born.

When Baoer and Odin succeeded to the throne of the God Kings, part of them was intercepted by the two ancestors, which belonged to the origin of the World Tree. Therefore, to a certain extent, the power of the God Kings of these two people is actually what is left. Leftovers'.

Just the origin intercepted by the three ancestors is like a drop in the ocean compared to the complete World Tree.

They are quite powerful against the likes of Odin.

But against Lord, it wasn't enough.

He remembered that in the comics, King Thor, who had gained the full power of the God King, could almost defeat the Celestials.

If the complete source of the World Tree has not been intercepted, it is estimated that only the Rune King Thunder God can compete with it.

While thinking about it, Lord opened his eyes and returned to Asgard.

But what caught his eye was not Fenrir, but another old woman who was a complete stranger.

An old woman wearing coarse linen and unkempt hair was sitting by the flowing spring.

The demon wolf Fenrir, who was responsible for the guardianship, was sleeping soundly next to the old woman, letting the old woman stroke its hair. Even after Lord returned, there was no sign of waking up.

This bitch, after just a few words of praise, he started to neglect his duties? !

Before leaving, I told him to take good care of him, but when I came back, I saw him sleeping!

The corners of Lorde's eyes were twitching with anger. If the situation wasn't right now, he would have wanted to skin the dog.

"Please don't blame it, I made it fall asleep."

While stroking the dog's hair, the old woman spoke slowly in a hoarse and sharp voice, like glass scratching across a smooth mirror, causing people extreme discomfort: "Because I don't want other people to hear the following conversation."

"Who are you?"

Lord frowned and was a little unsure about the old woman's background.

"You can call me...Wulde."

The old woman slowly turned her head, and her dirty face revealed a pair of empty eye sockets with her eyeballs gouged out alive, surrounded by veins and shocking scars, like a bottomless abyss, emanating... A chilling breath.

Obviously there are no eyeballs,

But Lord could clearly feel that he was being watched.

"Wulde?!" Lorde was slightly startled, and then asked in surprise: "Are you the eldest sister of the three goddesses of destiny?"

"If there is no other goddess of fate, I think I should be the 'eldest sister' you mentioned." Wuerde nodded slightly in greeting, looked at Lord with empty eyes, and said: "It's an honor to meet you. To you, Mr. Lord, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"You seem to have known that I was coming, and then you waited for me here?"

Lorde's face was expressionless as he slowly walked towards the old woman. His voice was like the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month, invading the surrounding environment. Along with the rising spiritual pressure, layers of frost gradually spread.

Huh~

An extremely cold air gradually evaporated and spread under the spreading frost, and the temperature dropped suddenly.

The flowing Ulde Spring slowly formed a layer of frost under this terrifying freezing air. Even the roots of the World Tree were covered with a thin layer of crystal clear snowflakes. ice crystals.

What he hates most is someone manipulating him because they think they can control their destiny!

The Wuerde in front of him undoubtedly offended his instinct.

"Mr. Lord, please extinguish your anger for the time being."

Wuerde, whose lower body had been frozen by frost, showed no trace of panic on his face. His old face was extremely calm, as if he had already forgotten death. He said in a calm tone: "If I can use my life to calm your anger, , I am willing to dedicate my life, but before that, please allow me to complete my mission."

The frost spreading upward stopped at this moment.

Perhaps it was Wuerde's determination that moved Lord. After a brief silence, he said: "Okay, I would like to see what you, one of the three goddesses of fate, are planning."

"Thank you so much for your tolerance and kindness."

Uld lowered his head slightly to show respect, and then slowly said: "I am waiting for you here just to convey to you a poem of destiny from Orlaug."

"Who is Orlaug?" Lord asked.

"Olaug is the first born existence, the incarnation of the law of destiny, the eternal law, the oldest, newest, and strongest force, a spiritual existence without beginning or end."

Wuerde and Wu Erde chatted nonsense together, and Luo De was shocked.

"Okay, that's it." Lord rubbed his brows and said, "So what you are saying is that Orlaug is not a living being and does not have his own consciousness. He is just the manifestation of certain rules, right?"

"To a certain extent, you understand correctly." Wuerde nodded.

Understand, Orlaug's concept is roughly equivalent to a piece of code that runs a program.

After Lord understood it, he added: "The poem of fate...sounds like a prophecy?"

"In a way, you can understand that."

Uld replied ambiguously: "Whether it is a prophecy or destiny depends on you, not Orlaug, let alone me, or anyone else."

So...he hates the Riddler the most.

Lord sighed lightly and was too lazy to waste time with Ulder. He said bluntly: "Since you want to show me the prophecy, then tell me quickly. I don't have time to pester you."

Wuerd moved his fingertips in the spring water, causing ripples: "Unfortunately, only you can see your poem of fate. I am just passing it on to you on behalf of Orlaug. "

The calm spring of Wu'er De was filled with ripples.

Then, in the rippling ripples, a withered yellow leaf swirled up from the bottom of the water.

Wuerd seemed to have suddenly aged several dozen years, his hair had turned white, the vitality in his eyes had faded, and his voice became drier and hoarse: "My mission is completed, Mr. Lord, that is Orlaug, passing it on to you. The poem of fate.”

After saying these words, Ulder seemed to finally be relieved of his burden, with a look of relief in his eyes.

Wow...

Under Lord's surprised gaze, Wuerde turned into fly ash bit by bit and dissipated in the air.

As she said, the value of her life is just to convey a message.

"It's getting annoying."

Lord took a deep breath and looked a little unhappy: "You appear for yourself, and you disappear for yourself."

After calming down a little, uu read a book. He came to the Wuerde Spring, reached into the cold spring water, and picked up the withered yellow leaf.

There was a large paragraph of text written on the withered and yellow leaves, and Lord read it subconsciously:

“In the vast unfathomable abyss black and white swirl.”

"The cunning messenger in black blew the alarm bell to wake up."

"The ancient Fool will awaken from his slumber and come to the world again."

"He will step over the stars and spread across all realms."

"Pain, torture, silence, despair, howling."

"Two identical white flowers will slowly wither and wither under the sacred tree."

"Escape from the cage, or suffer reincarnation forever, but the final choice is not in his hands."

"Relying on human nature and transcending divinity, under the witness of the sacred tree, illusion will turn into reality."

"This journey of hardship will never end."