17 Battle Of Tønsberg (End)

The war between the Asgardians and the frost giants had been going on for many hours, while the battle began in the dark of the night, the sky had begun to turn orange as the morning approached already, the numbers of the two armies were very close, the numbers of the frost giants were perhaps a little larger, however The brave Asgardians warriors did not give up and fought as if they were not afraid of death.

In fact, anyone observing them will realize that even after the death of their comrades and brothers, not a single Asgardian has been broken and fed with anger in order to kill their enemies, even when their weapons fall or are broken, they are either using their fists or magic in order to keep fighting, as if They are a race made only for war and just war.

A little further from the front line, there was a small mountain made up of hundreds of corpses of frost giants, there were small giants ranging in size from 180 centimeters to gigantic giants up to four meters in size, and surprisingly, the one who killed all these frost giants was One person.

Even when his comrades got tired and withdrew in order to return to the front line, he continued to fight on his own and search for other enemies in order to kill them, if it were not for the fact that his fighting style was indicative of accuracy and dexterity, others would think that he was a berserker.

At the moment, the frost giants realized that they had already been defeated, they were initially at least 12,000 giants, but now there are only approximately 5,000 of them left, while only a few hundred of the enemy army was killed, it was not known who started in Flee first, but the other frost giants began to retreat and work their way in the direction they came from.

Upon seeing this, the army of Asgard did not follow them, but rather took this opportunity to relax a little bit after this long battle, and pray for their dead comrades.

Seeing that the frost giants were starting to retreat, I sighed and let myself fall into the pool of blue and purple blood that I made by myself, 984, that was the number of frost giants I have killed, even after my comrades got tired and started to retreat, I have continued thanks to my ring and My intense training and mental abilities, even when the mountain of the corpses began to build up around me, the frost giants kept rushing at me and trying to kill me, and I found no choice but to continue fighting and killing.

I was beaten, got multiple bruises and had a cold several times, but my recovery speed was sufficient to treat these bruises and wounds in just a few minutes, and this was due to my drinking and showering in Fafnir's blood, which boosted my biological functions.

After catching my breath for a moment, I stood and turned to the mountain of the corpses and prayed for them, they might be my enemies, but I was also their enemy from their point of view, we fought, I killed them, and it's over.

After doing this, I picked up the runed enhanced totem and started walking slowly towards the army of Asgard, I want to take a nap now very badly, while I am not physically tired, except that I am mentally exhausted after fighting for hours on end and killing hundreds of conscious creatures, I have no problem with guilt. It's a war, if I don't kill them they'll kill me and it's over.

When I arrived at the Asgard army gathering, where they were collecting the bodies of their comrades in order to give them a proper funeral in Asgard, while they were collecting the corpses of the Frost Giants in one pile for later transport to another place, because it would not be appropriate to leave them in Midgard, I saw that they were looking at me weirdly, but I think it's because I'm completely covered in blood.

I looked around and could see my parents resting in the distance and looking tired, I sighed in relief but I did not approach them and went to the enforcers camp, but I saw Odin staring at me strangely.

He might have thought I would become a war addict like Hella, well, I killed nearly 1,000 Frost Giants so his belief has some foundations, but I will not let myself fall to Hella level and let my instincts guide my mind, I don't mind using violence if it is necessary, but I still think That indulging in it from the habits of primitive races.

Only when I rested a little near the camp, could I feel someone behind me, I turned only to see that this person was no one but Odin, the king of Asgard, the all-father.

"all father!" I said to him as I sighed in relief, the royal guards were not here.

"Tell me, Valli, what do you think our next step will be?" He asked me while looking at me with his one strange eye.

"Well, my king ..." I said while standing on my feet, "It would be wise to get reinforcements and go straight towards Jotunheim, but first, we must figure out what gives the frost giants enough courage to break the peace treaty."

"That's exactly what I was thinking," Odin said before completing, "You can return to Asgard, you will not participate in the next battle."

"Can I know the reason for your decision?" I asked him while wisely concealed the annoyance in my voice.

"How many have you killed?"

"984" I instinctively said to him.

"I have fought countless wars, but I never counted how many people fell at my hands before," Odin said, "Help the rest clean up the battlefield, and Heimdall will bring you back after that."

It's hard not to count something when my abilities are calculation and deduction ... I thought internally, but didn't say what I think, "as you want, all-father, but can I stay in Midgard after that for some time?"

"As you wish," Odin said as he turned to leave.