In the poor mountains and rivers of ice and snow, in the kingdom of Frost Giant, the major clans of Frost Giant have been assembled.

Not long ago, these arrogant guys had just completed a large-scale search of Jotunheim, and the other giant tribes hiding on the edge of the world were swept away.

Storm Giant, Hill Giant, etc.

These giants with special abilities were imprisoned by the frost giants and will participate in the upcoming war as their servants.

At the end of the Great Rift of this Snow Country, on the top of the Temple of Frost.

Goddess Scarty was looking at the world in front of her. A large-scale freezing rain was sweeping across Jotunheim, and some frost giant cubs were playing in this cold and icy rain.

Their simple laughter came from afar.

In fact, except for being a little more violent, these frost giant cubs are no different from those of the naughty children on Earth.

This drizzling freezing rain is a sign of the coming of the next great cold wave.

A great storm that shrouded the entire winter world is brewing, and it will bring new life to this cold and dead world.

After the Great Cold Tide begins, the magic concentration in this world will be significantly increased, a new frost giant will be born, and the legions under the command of the Goddess of Cold Winter will be strongly supplemented.

Most importantly, with the help of this great cold wave, Goddess Scarti can use the cold winter box to open the road to Yalfheim.

That will be the first battlefield where the war begins.

A frost giant wizard in a fur robe walked up the stairs, and he respectfully walked behind the silent goddess, and he whispered:

"Madam, they are here."

"Are you all here?"

Scarty, holding the scepter of the winter, did not look back. She was like a real ice sculpture and asked in a deserted voice.

“Yes, ma’am.”

The wizard with dark red magic patterns on his face responded:

"The dark elves of Wat Alheim, the king of flames of Musbelheim, and the mysterious nightmare of Niforheim, all sent envoys."

"Let them wait for a moment."

The goddess said in a cold tone:

"I'll be there soon."

The Frost Giant Wizard nodded, and it retreated from the dome of the temple.

On this platform made of black ice, the only goddess Scarti is left.

Those loyal guards won't set foot on this place.

Everyone knows that the powerful goddess of winter likes to be alone.

"I will start a war for you."

Scarty looked at the cold rain before her and said:

"The great cold wave that freezes all things will start from Jortonheim, traveling through several worlds, along the branches of the World Tree, and finally reaching Asgard."

“A grand expedition…”

"It's all for you, dear Elsa, don't you say anything?"

The cold winter goddess in a black robe and black veil chuckled, but she received no response.

In the past seven months, another will that had been sleeping in her body seemed to be dead.

Heartbroken and dead.

But she is still there, just in the goddess's soul, sleeping quietly.

It was like the last lock, stubbornly locked on Scarty's will, making it impossible for her to fully grasp this body.

Bai Shuang's power is extremely powerful. As long as Scarti is willing, she can set off a blizzard that covers a world at any time and freeze tens of millions of lives under the glaciers.

But that's not enough.

The spirit and flesh cannot fit perfectly, so the power projected by Bai Frost is ultimately limited.

In his current state, it is difficult for Goddess Scarti to have a chance of winning when facing the angry Odin.

The war between the nine kingdoms is not only a confrontation between the legions, but also a confrontation with high-end force is also a very important part in this magical war.

Joscarti could not suppress Odin, and no matter how brave the frost giants under her command were, it would be difficult for them to step onto the earth of the divine realm.

If you cannot destroy Asgard, you will not be able to fulfill Elsa's wishes.

If you cannot untie the lock left by your wish, Scarty will not be able to reach true freedom and will not be able to completely release the white frost to freeze the stars.

It's like a dead cycle.

"You left me a difficult problem."

The lady who accused her of death sighed softly, and she whispered:

"I have some queen mothers who realize it later. In fact, you and I are not the same as each other, Elsa."

"You used the expected freedom to create an illusion for me, like a rusty trap. I was too eager to step into it recklessly, and now I am trapped..."

"What a cunning girl."

Miss Bloodstone, who was sleeping in her body, did not respond.

This made Goddess Scarti feel frustrated, but soon she laughed again.

Amid the hoarse laughter, she turned around holding the winter scepter in her hand, and walked towards the temple stairs, amid the jingling sounds of the frost extending.

She said:

"But it doesn't matter, this dead knot will be untied soon."

"You just asked me to capture Asgard, but you didn't make it clear that I couldn't find a 'friend' to help me do it."

"It's a secret, girl."

She walked gracefully, under her robe, her delicate feet were walking on the pure black ice.

With each step, the surface of the solid ice will have ripples like water dispersed.

As the goddess walked into the hall of the temple, the frost giants who were guarding the Frost Temple, wearing ice armor and holding war halberds, lit their weapons together.

Just like magnificent music.

As the low voice echoed, the three messengers waiting under the Holy Holy See also raised their heads.

A thin dark elf.

This guy was wearing leather armor and starlight dagger. His dark hood covered his gray skin, but he could vaguely see slightly sharp ears and dark red eyes.

These guys are dark elves who live in Wat Alheim.

They have never been very obedient to Asgard's rule, but they do not directly confront the Divine Realm people on the battlefield.

The cunning dark elves fought against Odin and his legion in another way.

In the territory of the Nine Kingdoms, at least half of every ten crimes occur, are related to these cunning and vicious dark elves.

If the Frost Giant in Jotunheim is a big trouble for the Divine Realm people, then these dark elves who wandered in the nine kingdoms and fanned the flames and did bad things were the biggest cancer under Asgard's rule.

They were interested in all rebellious acts that would disrupt Asgard's rule.

The second messenger is a fire demon holding a flaming trident.

This is a strange-looking creature, with a fish-headed and snake body, covered with fiery red scales, a fish-like head with scorching horns, and the tentacles scattered on the jaws also have the ray of flaming light.

It is very similar to the Naga living in the sea on Earth, but these guys live in the magma of Musbelheim.

They are loyal servants of the flame giant Surtel. In the territory of the Kingdom of Fire, there are such creatures that exist as messengers and warriors of the flame giant.

However, the cold climate in Jotunheim is really not suitable for the survival of creatures like Fire Demon.

The messenger kept blessing the flame shield to maintain the scorching heat on his body, and the frost giant wizards also specially blessed the warm wind for it.

But even so, it was still shivering by the ubiquitous cold.

The third messenger is a mountain citizen.

From the mountains of Neforheim, he is tall and full of a strong and barbaric momentum.

However, this mountain citizen's dress is different from that of the common mountain citizens.

He did not wear hunting suits made of animal skins, but instead he was wearing a black robe. Under the hood covering his face, the face of the mountain man could not be seen at all, only a swaying smoke.

Occasionally, dim starlight flashes through the dark smoke.

When the mountain people move their bodies, there will be a flash of illusions.

Some energy-making tentacles, a few eyes that were fainted in the smoke, or a small illusion of crows.

Any frost giant looking directly at this messenger will feel drowsy.

He comes on behalf of a nightmare.

The strange force that only appeared in Neforheim in recent times is said to be the king of dreams.
To be continued...