Before Merlin came to meet Randolph, he guessed that the Asgardian had put forward a "trial" that lasted for hundreds of years, must have been for an important thing.

But he still didn't expect that the request of the Asgardian who had lived on Earth for more than 1,000 years was actually this.

"Your son is in Asgard"

Merlin shook his head and said to Dr. Randolph beside him:

"It's a faraway place, I can't get over it. In fact, you said that the Rainbow Bridge connecting the worlds has been closed. How did you ask me to send this letter? Could it be that I can fly over the stars?"

"No, no."

Dr. Randolph shook his head and said:

"The demon wizards can live for a long time. If you don't encounter any accidents, you may live until the next century. According to my estimate of your technological development, at most 50 years, you will be able to step into the stars. It is not impossible to invent a spacecraft that can sail from a long distance. Moreover, you are still a wizard. You always have some strange methods. Of course, I don't let you complete it immediately, Merlin."

The old man said with a sad face:

"Just send that message to Asgard and to my son before I die."

"Then how long can you live?"

Merlin asked back.

"Well, Asgard warriors like me can live about 3,500 years old. If you pay attention to health, it is not a big problem to live past 4,000 years old. So, optimistically, I can live about 1,000 years old."

Randolph shrugged and said to Merlin:

"Look, you have enough time to do this."

"Hell."

Merlin cursed:

"You're probably still alive after my bones turned into ashes. Why don't you do this by yourself? Don't you want to see your son?"

"I think, believe me, I want to see me Skolchi more than anyone else."

Randolph said in a low tone:

"When I went to war with the army, my son was only 50 years old and had not yet grown up. He was born on the same day as Thor, the son of the God King Odin. He probably had received the news of my death. He believed that his father died as a war hero, but I lived in another world. Can you understand my situation? Merlin."

"Well, I can probably guess."

Merlin nodded, he could understand why Randolph was unwilling to meet his son by himself.

According to Randolph's description, the legendary Asgardians should be a civilization that pays great attention to honor.

It is better to let his son know that his father is a deserter who has escaped his duty. : :

"What I asked you to send a letter is that if one day you can see my son, if he is doing well, and he still remembers me, tell him that his father was a hero and died in the war on earth."

Randolph told Merlin:

"If he lived a bad life in Asgard, I'll find a way to bring him back to Earth. I've prepared a rich legacy for him to live on Earth comfortably and pass on the blood of the Randolph family on Earth. What I mean is that if you can't make a name for yourself in Asgard, you might as well start over in another world."

He blinked at Merlin:

"Anyway, with the Asgardian constitution, there is no need to worry about accidental death on Earth."

"You're really careful."

Merlin said:

"This kind of idea doesn't seem like a warrior should have."

"I'm no longer a soldier, Merlin."

Randolph didn't care about Merlin's sarcasm, and waved his hand and said:

"Don't forget that I have been a god in Nordic for 1,000 years. I understand the reality under honor. The blood of the original period has long been erased in time. For me now, I will be satisfied if I can see the blood of the Randolph family pass on."

"You should know that there is no real paradise in this world. Although Asgard looks magnificent, the place is a royal society after all. It is better to be a rich man on earth as a royal family."

The doctor curled his lips and said softly:

"At least on Earth, my son doesn't have to kneel down to anyone, nor does he have to bow down to anyone."

"It sounds like you're not happy with the world under Odin?"

Merlin said:

"Have you gained any new insights on Earth?"

"nothing."

Randolph said frankly:

"Odin managed the nine kingdoms well, but there are always better places among the stars, right?"

"All right."

Merlin saw Randolph not intending to reveal more things, and he no longer forced himself. The stories and knowledge he heard today were enough. Since he already knew Randolph's existence, he would have time to chat with this doctoral in history in the future.

He turned his head and looked at the three cane parts that were placed aside, and he said to Randolph:

"I promise you, Dr. Randolph, now you should fulfill your promise."

"Oh, the Furious Warrior's Cane, OK."

The old doctor stood up and pretended to beat his waist. He walked to the three separated canes. He unbuttoned the buttons on his cuffs and said to Merlin:

"I always liked to call it the spear of anger back then. Although this thing is not as powerful and magical as Odin's Gangnir and his son Thor's Mjolnir, don't underestimate it, Merlin."

"I was the commander of the Furious Warriors Legion under Odin's command. Although this weapon is in the form of a standard weapon, it was specially made for me by the legendary founder of the Golden Palace. Its material is pure Ulujin, and 666 Lun runes with enhanced strength are engraved on the handle. In terms of strength and toughness, it is definitely the top in this world."

The old professor squatted down and used a special method to rotate the three separate spears together. He said to Merlin:

"What's even better is that it inherits Ulukin's excellent conduction and amplification of all energy. Uh, I'm a pure warrior, I can't use this ability, but you're a wizard, and in theory it can be used as your staff, of course, it's not as convenient as the wand on your waist, it has side effects."

"I know, the unextinguishable anger, right?"

Merlin watched Randolph regroup the Furious Warrior's cane and said:

"When I found the first part from the ancient tree in Norway, I used it several times. When I held it, the anger in my heart would be ignited, and it would evolve into a passionate desire to fight. At that time, my mood was not as good as it is now, so I could only use it briefly so that I would not be controlled by anger."

"Well, that means you're very cautious."

Randolph held the breaks of the three cane parts in both hands, and a red light wrapped around his hands, like the scorching high temperature was beating, even causing the air at the edge of his finger to be boiling and twisted.

It's like recasting this spear.

"This thing is indeed not something that anyone can use."

Randolph said:

"The Furious Warriors Legion fought against the Frost Giant alone, and they relied on this standard weapon. You just said that I have opinions about Odin, and I do have opinions about him."

"My legion was used as cannon fodder by him back then."

Randolph said in a low tone:

"He ordered us to inspire all the power of the Angry Spear to block the Frost Giant's head-on collision. He commanded the Golden Palace Guards and broke into the fragile flanks of the Frost Giant. He won that battle, but the price was that the entire army of the Frost Warriors was wiped out."

"It is the responsibility of the warrior to die on the battlefield. I don't blame him for winning this way. After all, there are always people who have to sacrifice their lives in the war. But the problem is that someone should have lived. After the Frost Giant collapsed, there were still some people left in my legion. Unfortunately, the fire of anger caused by the angry spear burned their rationality."

"When I woke up on the edge of the battlefield, what I saw was the light of the Rainbow Bridge descending to the cold battlefield, erasing all the bones and the warriors who were immersed in their anger."

"He didn't try to save them, but instead treated them as abandoned children and burned them."

Randolph shook his head and said softly:

"That's why I'm worried about my son. I'm very worried that he will also encounter the same fate as I did back then. He was deceived to step onto the battlefield, then died silently, and was named a hero. But what's the use? The Asgardians, like the earthlings, have only one life, and if they die, they will have nothing."

"Glory? Hoho, haha ​​glory!"

"Click"

The moment Randolph finished his speech, accompanied by a crisp sound, the violent warrior's cane was recast in the beating flames.

The silver, nearly 2.5-meter-long battle blade, accompanied by Randolph's wrist, danced into an arc in the air. Finally, with a light sound, it was leaned on the ground, and the sharp spike at the tail pierced into the ground.

Just like a standing flagpole.

Elliot Randolph stretched out his finger, and he stroked the appearance of the revived rage spear, the uneven marks, the complex and cumbersome Lun runes.

It's like saying goodbye to an old friend.

As Merlin was watching, Randolph placed his finger on the one-sided sharp blade of the spear, and gently stroked it, a drop of dark red blood fell on the spear. In the strange buzzing, Randolph took a step back and made a "please" gesture to Merlin:

"My identity lockdown on it has been lifted, it's yours."

“How should I use it?”

Merlin didn't touch the silver spear immediately. He turned his head and looked at Randolph, and he asked:

"Maybe you have a way to make me safe to use it."

“Of course there is.”

Randolph waved his hand and said in detail:

"The complete spear is controllable for the initiation of anger. After all, the violent warrior is not always in anger. Come on, hold it, don't be afraid, it is complete."

Merlin breathed a sigh of relief, he took off his gloves and gently held the angry spear, which was as cold as metal at the beginning.
To be continued...