Mythology: Ragnarok

Chapter 119 Leaving the Dwarf Kingdom

Soon the dwarves brought the Balrog to Agreed and Larry. The dwarves slammed the Balrog down at Agreed's feet, showing no pity whatsoever for the Balrog, which had been turned into an infant.

Argreed had already used his disguise magic to make himself appear as a human to the dwarves. He bent down, placed his hand on the Balrog's head, and said, "I've learned from others that most divine abominations originated from the gods' experiments in creating life. Let me see which god created you."

After saying that, he activated Soul Search and the Balrog fell unconscious without any resistance. Agreed quickly figured out whose work it was. We are very familiar with this god. He is Loki, the god of lies and trickery, who also holds the power of fire and is a high god of Asgard!

Agreed had clearly already guessed who created the Balrog; the soul search was merely a final confirmation. Agreed then crushed the Balrog's divine core, causing the small fragment of the Flame Godhood that Loki had left inside it to shatter and be absorbed into Agreed's body. The Balrog, having lost its life source, died completely, and this war that had lasted for many years finally came to an end.

As the Balrog's body completely dissipated, Larry asked in disbelief, "Is it dead?"

Agreed nodded and said, "Even the god who created it couldn't save it."

Upon hearing this good news, all the dwarves excitedly embraced each other to celebrate this hard-won victory. Larry immediately ordered a dwarf to ride the fastest ibex to the city to spread the word and let the people return to Ifeltar to rebuild their homes.

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That evening, all the dwarves returned to their city, and they celebrated their hard-won peace and stability by drinking strong liquor around the campfire.

This time, Agreed did not participate in the celebration; he simply sat alone on the high place, enjoying the lively atmosphere below.

At that moment, Larry appeared beside Agreed and asked, "Why doesn't the great hero go down and have some fun with everyone?"

Agreed smiled and shook his head, explaining, "I won't go there to spoil the atmosphere; I have to leave after the banquet."

Larry sighed and said, "You... are you leaving after all? Thank you, my friend, for helping us to be reborn. No matter what, the dwarf owes you a huge debt of gratitude. If you ever need anything, the dwarf will always be your friend."

Agreed lowered his head and said softly, "You don't owe me anything, this is the debt I owe you. The dwarves don't owe me anything either, but Larry, I just... feel guilty. If I could have stayed in Ifeltar, maybe your brother wouldn't have died, maybe we could have had a better ending."

Larry comforted him, "Who could have predicted everything? You're not a god. You've done your best. No matter what you say, we'll always owe you a debt of gratitude. Okay, let's not talk about that anymore. Don't look so gloomy on this day of great victory. Want a drink?" As he spoke, Larry pulled out a jar of fine wine from somewhere and started drinking by himself. As usual, the two chatted and laughed, creating an atmosphere that Agred hadn't felt in a long time. At least at this moment, he finally felt a sense of belonging to this world again and had new friends.

The banquet lasted for three days. After everything was over and everyone had left in high spirits, Agreed rode the ibex given to him by the dwarves and headed out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Not long after Agreed left, the dwarves erected a huge mural in Ifiltal, which recorded the heroic deeds of the great hero Milton, along with Agreed and two dwarf kings, in their fight against the Balrog. The dwarf knights who participated were also honored and their images were engraved on the mural behind the four heroes.

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Argreed rode the ibex to the border of the dwarf kingdom, then carefully dismounted from the ibex. Afterward, Argreed removed its saddle, patted its rump, and drove it into the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Agreed then used necromancy to summon the undead warg he had ridden earlier and rode it westward. This time, Agreed's destination was none other than the 'Western Swamp,' a forbidden land of life in the hearts of most races on this continent. Agreed's purpose in going there was to break through to the next level of Bone Forging Technique, the 'Black Bone Realm.'

The so-called Black Bone Realm requires cultivators to absorb something called resentment power. Generally, this peculiar energy is generated when a living being dies tragically. Resentment power can be understood as a specific manifestation of the deceased's obsession, a unique energy that is as mysterious and profound as the power of faith. The only difference between the two is that resentment power is a special energy generated based on the essence of the soul.

The amount of resentment required to break through the Black Bone Realm is enormous. To break through Agred, one must find a forbidden zone of life that is shrouded in slaughter and death year after year. The Western Swamp meets his requirements perfectly. The slaughter over the years and the special geographical environment must have accumulated a huge amount of resentment there. However, opportunity comes with danger. The vampires of the Western Swamp will definitely not welcome him as a guest.

However, the undead are naturally superior to vampires, and the only one Agreed really needs to worry about is the blood ancestor 'Dracula'. Only someone who has reached the level of a demigod has the ability to threaten his life.

Two months later

Argreed rode his dire wolf tirelessly until he finally arrived at the Western Swamp. The ancient trees that grew in a ferocious and terrifying manner and the thorns that covered the area made people hesitate to go any further. Looking around, ghouls, water ghosts and all kinds of undead were scattered all around the edge of the swamp. The dark and damp atmosphere made people shudder. The ugly monsters on the outskirts alone were enough to scare people half to death.

But Agreed wasn't afraid. When you understand what those monsters are and are sure they pose no threat to you, honestly, you often stop being afraid. Weakness and ignorance are the root of fear. I was not afraid not because I was brave, but because I had seen through everything and was no longer ignorant.

Many times we're just scaring ourselves. Agred didn't pay much attention to the trash in front of him and rode his undead dire wolf deeper into the swamp. Of course, there were often some ignorant undead and ghosts who jumped out to provoke Agred, but these small fry were basically killed instantly by Agred's low-level magic.

Argreed made his way to the center of the Western Swamp. Looking at the oppressive atmosphere of the rolling dark clouds, Argreed sighed, "From the perspective of the undead, this scenery has a unique charm. I underestimated this place. Such immense resentment has even altered the swamp's ecosystem, causing deep-rooted effects. This is definitely the best place for me to step into the Black Bone Realm and become a Forbidden Spell Mage!"