Chapter 439 - Migration Plan (Happy New Year!)
"He..." Weiss took a deep breath and slowly conveyed Odin's last words.
Every word seemed to carry a heavy weight. When these words came into Friga's ears, she could no longer suppress her inner grief and tears burst out from her eyes.
Tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the stone slab under her feet.
Wes retreated silently.
As soon as I reached the door, I met Sif.
Sif was wearing military uniform and looked cold.
"Let's go."
She said just two simple words, then turned around and walked forward, smiling seriously along the way.
The silence followed like a shadow, and Sif brought Wes to Odin's treasure house.
Everything in the treasure house is guarded by mysterious runes, but with the keys in Wes's hand, they traveled unimpededly.
When Wes opened the door of the treasure house and was about to enter, Sif suddenly asked softly, "Is the God King going to die?"
Although her voice was calm, there was a faint sense of uneasiness in it.
Wes nodded slightly and said with a serious expression: "He has made the best arrangements."
When Sif heard this, her body shook slightly. She quickly turned around, not wanting to expose her weak side to Wes.
The door of the treasure house slowly closed, isolating the outside.
Odin's treasure house is indeed well-known, and it contains everything, and all the rare treasures from the Nine Realms gather here.
Here are magical gems that emit mysterious light, artifacts engraved with ancient runes, and rare items from various mysterious places.
Wes is not as picky as Hela. He is like a hardworking ant and begins to move everything into his mage tower in an orderly manner.
If these treasures remain here, they will eventually dissipate with the destruction of Asgard, and it would be better to be cheaper for yourself.
After moving the treasure house away, as soon as Weis stepped out of the treasure house gate, a soldier rushed over and stopped him.
"Mr. Erwin, the Queen is welcome."
The soldier said respectfully.
Wes followed the soldiers to the hall, and before he could get close, he heard the sound of the gods quarreling.
"Asgard has no coward!" The voice of the god of war Tyr was as loud as a bell, full of fighting spirit. “
This is the command of the God King. ” Another god tried to dissuade.
"Even if I die, I will die in Asgard." Fan Saiti, the god of truth and justice, also shouted excitedly.
"That's right..." Braki, the god of poetry, also echoed.
Asgard's important figures gathered together, and the moment Wes stepped into the chamber, the eyes of the gods fell on him in unison.
Wess was calm and composed, without any discomfort.
Friga couldn't help but feel relieved when she saw Wes coming.
It turns out that the reason for the dispute between the gods is how to deal with Hela.
Hela's existence has always been a taboo for Asgard. Her past was erased by Odin, but now, Hela is about to escape. This news has caused huge differences among the gods.
Some gods advocate direct evacuation, and they are well aware of Hela's power and cruelty;
Another part of the gods firmly demanded a vigorous battle. Most of these parts were the gods who were reborn after Hela was sealed. They had never witnessed Hela's terrifying strength.
The old gods, especially those who followed Odin and Hela on the battlefield, know that Asgard's current reputation is half relied on Hela's bloody battle.
Both sides held their own opinions, refused to give in to each other, and quarreled.
"Quiet!!"
Friga, sitting on the throne, finally spoke. Although her voice was not as loud as Tyre, it had an innate majesty, which instantly quieted the entire chamber...
“Evacuate civilians and make sure everyone is safely transferred!”
Friga's voice echoed in the chamber, firm and powerful, without any hesitation or hesitation.
She stood in front of the throne, with a tall figure, holding Odin's scepter tightly in her hand.
The top of the scepter was inlaid with mysterious gems, emitting a faint light, as if telling the glory and inheritance of Asgard.
As her words fell, detailed and meticulous orders were issued one after another like snowflakes.
The messengers acted quickly, their steps were in a hurry, their expressions were nervous but with a hint of mission.
They ran through the streets and alleys of Asgard, conveying the queen's orders to every soldier and official.
The soldiers immediately set off in a whole team, wearing shiny armor and holding weapons, and heading to various areas in an orderly manner.
Some went to residential areas and knocked on doors from door to awaken the sleeping residents and guided them to evacuate in an orderly manner;
Some went to the commercial area and organized merchants to pack up important supplies and prepare to transfer them together.
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In Asgard, Friga was a highly respected queen.
She not only has a noble identity, but also has an admirable wisdom and kind heart.
At this moment, she held Odin's scepter, which was like Odin's will extend.
In the hearts of the Asgardians, her orders were equivalent to Odin's orders, and no one dared to disobey them.
Under the command of the soldiers, although people were filled with fear and uneasiness, they were still operating in order and began this large-scale evacuation operation.
After the gods dispersed, the noise in the chamber gradually subsided, leaving only a silence.
Friga sat tiredly on the throne, deep worries and fatigue revealed in her eyes.
In the past few days, in order to deal with the upcoming crisis, she has worked hard day and night, and has hardly seen it.
At this moment, her shoulders sag slightly, and her whole body seemed to have been drained.
"queen?"
Wes said softly, as he stood aside, looking at Friga's haggard appearance, a hint of sympathy surged in his heart.
He really didn't understand what Friga had for calling him over. After all, he was just an outsider. Although he had some interaction with Asgard, at this critical moment, he didn't know what he could help.
"I need your help." Friga looked up and looked at Wes, his eyes full of anticipation.
"We must decide as soon as possible where to migrate Asgard. Odin's plan is Earth, but I want to hear from you. What is the right place on Earth right now?"
Wes frowned slightly and fell into deep thought. he
The current situation on the earth is that human society is highly developed and the land has been developed almost.
The migration of the entire Asgard tribe to the earth will undoubtedly cause a series of complex problems.
Although the earth is vast, the right place is not easy to find.
Moreover, the average life expectancy of Asgard is too long, which is very different from the life expectancy of the earthlings. Can the earthlings really accept the arrival of Asgard?
They may be wary and fearful of Asgard, which may lead to unnecessary conflict.
Wes expressed his concerns one by one.
After hearing this, Friga remained silent for a long time.
She sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness in her voice: "Now it seems that we can only take one step at a time. We don't have much time and choices, we can only try our best to deal with everything that follows."
Her eyes looked into the distance, as if she had seen the difficult journey of Asgard's future full of unknowns.
