The thin old woman's head could only get Salomon's chest, and even her pace was trembling, looking older than everyone in the hall. No matter how the king boasted about the identity of this old woman, Salomon was a strong man two meters tall after all. He was unwilling to participate in such a battle without any honor or hurt such a thin old woman, but this was the last challenge, and he had to win or he could only stay in Vallaha.

"Are you ready, madam?" Salomon put on his stance and relaxed his shoulders, trying not to cause too much harm to the old woman. "I will be gentler and will not hurt you."

Hearing this, the old woman laughed, revealing her shriveled gum without teeth. Then she rushed over, at an amazing speed. She squatted down and locked one of Salomon's legs with her arms. Salomon immediately felt that her legs were weak where the old woman touched, and her thin arms, which looked weak, had amazing strength.

Salomon immediately changed his attitude and tried to push her or back down and trip her, breaking her back while breaking her back, but she fell to the ground as a rock, but she was as solid as a rock. The old woman's strength went up along Salomon's spine, causing his knees to begin to bend. Salomon used all her strength to push her, but she still couldn't stop the old woman from lifting him up and jumping onto her. The old woman, who seemed not as heavy as a sheep, actually pushed him out of breath.

The onlookers began to count down, and at the same time they knocked the wine glass on the long table, and even the ghosts in the corridor were roaring loudly. The exhausted human slaves shuttled among the warriors, pouring wine and serving meat for them. Often, the wine glasses were empty just after the previous second. They had to go back and forth many times while being careful not to trip up by the broken bones on the ground. For a moment, the old woman staggered from Salomon's chest, as if Salomon accidentally broke her bones, and the person lying on the ground was not Salomon but her.

"Two wins in three games, the first game, the old maid wins!" The king laughed, "Give this kid some honey wine, he must have not drunk enough, otherwise why would even be able to fall off the old mother! Drink quickly, drink quickly, don't let the poor old mother wait too long!"

Salomon got up from the ground, took the honey wine and drank it all in one breath.

The second game began. This time, Salomon did not underestimate the enemy. When the old woman squeezed towards him and wanted to use the same trick again, Salomon quickly grabbed the old woman's shoulder. The thin shoulders and slender bones were not stronger than a threaded steel bar, but when he grabbed this shoulder, he found that the old woman's shoulders were as stable as the Himalayas where he lived since childhood. The old woman grabbed his biceps tightly and used a terrifying beast like a giant beast.

The force pushed him, as if this was not an old woman but a beast living in the galaxy. Although Salomon tried his best to fight it, when the old woman's strength kept tormenting his bones, muscles and internal organs, he seemed to be in the heavy snow outside the house again, weakness and cold penetrated into his body from the outside to the inside, making his joints stiff and his vision blurred, as if the weight of the whole world was pressing on him, forcing him to kneel on one knee.

The soldiers knocked on the table and began the countdown.

It was not until the old woman let go of her hands and was covered with mud, and the reeds and broken ice that Salomon stood up staggeringly amid the ridicule of the soldiers.

"You lost again, the king of human beings!" the king shouted, "The most outstanding warrior in human beings can't win an old woman? Boy, I'll add another rule. As long as you can defeat her this time, I will judge you to win. You have one last chance, how about it?"

In the third game, Salomon took the lead. When he pushed the old woman's shoulder, it seemed to hit the war engine. The power of being able to lift a mountain could not push the old woman at all. He tried his best to force the old woman to take a step back a little. Even so, the fur-covered warriors present also exclaimed from their throats, and the white-haired king on the throne stood up in surprise. It was the old woman's turn to fight back. She used her usual tricks to grab Salomon's shoulders, and then the power passed away from his body, wrinkles climbed up his originally young cheeks, calcium escaped from the bones that were constantly becoming fragile, and the long black hair hidden under the wolf skin hood turned gray from the roots.

Death knocked on his door, and inevitable aging came to him. The undead king breathed a sigh of relief and sat back on the throne.

Salomon looked at the old woman's empty eyes, and he straightened his back, making his spine sour a squeak. His expression was not too ferocious, but anger and calm. From the moment he came to this snow field, he noticed something was wrong. "I refuse." He whispered to the old woman, and then his eyes burst into dazzling light, "No matter what trick you want to play, I refuse." The high temperature far beyond the fire squirted out from the air around him, the ice made of honey wine on the reed mud began to melt, wrinkles faded from his face, gray hair returned to darkness, and bones became stronger again.

He slowly stood up, and with the power from nowhere he came, he gradually overwhelmed the old woman's arm. He stood up hard, threw the old woman named Aging to the ground, and even smashed the granite into pieces. The warrior who was originally clamoring suddenly lost the courage to look at him, and no one hit the long table with his wine glass, and even the ghosts in the dark corridor stopped whispering and stared at him nervously.

"I know who you are. You are aging. No one can defeat aging. It is true for everyone. Those humans who die from aging are your slaves. I will not be your prey except me!" Salomon spitted at the old woman lying on the ground and looked at the King of the Dead on the platform. "I obey the ancient etiquette, but you teased me again and again." He charged the King of the Dead, "Just let the irresistible and unstoppable aging go against me. You asked your warriors to bring the wine glass of the ocean, deceive me and let me try to drink all the ocean, and I drank three sips and let the entire sea fall. Your wolf is Helheim himself, an unshakable death, and the end of everyone."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The King of the Dead picked up the spear and stood up from the throne. The face under the eagle helmet quickly rotted and revealed the yellow bones. "So who am I! Answer this question, the king of humans!"

"You are Odin, you have violated ancient etiquette, and you have been cursed!"

The dazzling fire condensed in Salomon's hands. As soon as the scorching holy sword appeared, the reeds spread on the wet soil, the dark corridor was illuminated, and the ghosts and monsters immediately fled. Hundreds of warriors in wolf skin stood up at the same time, and they grabbed their weapons from the pile of weapons. They were so anxious that they overturned the long tables and stools, and honey and meat were spread all over the floor. Salomon kicked over and waved the giant axe at him.

Reach then swung his sword and cut off his arm holding the giant axe. Warriors holding weapons rushed in. The giant axe, sword, warhammer and shield squeezed every inch of space in front of him - they let out a creepy, beast-like roar, and the twisted shadow transformed into a wolf-shaped demon. The wolf skin on their bodies gradually merged with their bodies, changing their bones and muscles, turning their fingers into claws, and teeth into fangs.

These half-human and half-wolf warriors became more and more fierce, bloodthirsty, and the howlings of the wolf that made the backs sounded one after another in the hall. The secret mage waved his weapons and fought hard. He cut off the long sword that were wielding, stabbed the holy sword and pierced the shield together with the warriors who began to mutate into wolves behind him. He killed Sigmund, his sister's children and Xingfut, and killed the giant wolf Frech and Kiley. He cut down one and the next half-wolf warrior rushed over. The wet wolf blood was wet on the ground, and it just condensed into ice and melted because of the heat of the holy sword.

The sound of weapons colliding with each other and the angry shouts of killing replaced the laughter and drinking. The aroma of barbecue and honey was replaced by the stinky smell of excrement and internal organs of the dying man. Salomon stepped on the wolf corpse and approached the Lord of the Undead, Odin, who was indifferent to Salomon's killing, but stared at him with his festering eyes.

"Tell me, why do you want me to appear here?" Salomon's expression was ferocious, crushing the head of a half-wolf warrior. His bloodthirst and ferocity were no worse than those werewolf warriors. His wolf leather jacket was covered with greasy blood and traces of dark honey wine, and his feet were covered with crushed, chopped and crushed bones and minced meat.
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