Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 313 38. Hole Card+1

Before Merlin came to see Randolph, he guessed that the Asgardian's "trial" that lasted hundreds of years must be for an important matter.

But he still didn't expect that the request of the Asgardian who lived on the earth for more than 1000 years was actually this.

"Your son is in Asgard..."

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

"It's a far away place, and I can't go there. In fact, you also said that the rainbow bridge connecting the worlds has been closed. How do you want me to send this letter? Do you want me to fly across the stars?"

"no no."

Dr. Randolph shook his head, and said:

"Evil wizards generally live for a long time. If you don't encounter accidents, you may live to the next century, and the next century. According to my estimation of your technological development, at most 50 years later, you will be able to set foot on the stars. , it is not impossible to invent a spaceship that can travel long distances, not to mention that you are still a wizard, you always have some weird methods... Of course I am not asking you to complete it immediately, Merlin."

The old man said sadly:

"Before I die, just send that message to Asgard, to my son."

"Then how long can you live?"

Merlin asked back.

"Well, an Asgardian warrior like me can live to be about 3500 years old. If you pay attention to health preservation, it is not a big problem to live past 4000 years old. So, optimistically, I can probably live for more than 1000 years."

Randolph shrugged and said to Merlin:

"You see, you have plenty of time to get this done."

"Damn it."

Merlin cursed:

"After my bones turned to ashes, you're probably still alive. Why don't you do it yourself? Don't you want to see your son?"

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

Randolph said in a low tone:

"When I went out with the army, my son was just 50 years old and still underage. He was born on the same day as God King Odin's son Thor. He probably had received the news of my death. He thought his father I died as a war hero, but I am surviving in another world, can you understand my situation, Merlin."

"Well, I can probably guess."

Merlin nodded, he could understand why Randolph didn't want to see his son by himself.

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

Rather than letting his son know that his father was a deserter who escaped his duties, it may be better for his father to retain the image of a hero in his son's heart.

"What I asked you to send the 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 the earth middle."

Randolph told Merlin:

"If he has a bad life in Asgard, find a way to bring him back to Earth. I have prepared a rich legacy for him here, allowing him to live comfortably on Earth for the rest of his life. The blood of the family is passed down on Earth...I mean, if you can't make a name for yourself in Asgard, you might as well start over in another world."

He winked at Merlin:

"Anyway, with the physique of the Asgardians, at least there is no need to worry about accidental death on Earth."

"You really plan carefully."

Merlin says:

"This kind of thinking is not like what a fighter should have."

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

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

"Don't forget, I have been a god in Northern Europe for 1000 years. I understand the reality under the honor. The original blood has long been obliterated by time. For me now, I can see Randolph I will be satisfied if the blood of the family is passed on."

"You should know that there is no real paradise in this world. Although Asgard looks magnificent and magnificent, that place is a royal society after all...Being an ordinary person there is better than being a rich man on Earth Come comfortably."

The doctor pouted, and said softly:

"At least on Earth, my son doesn't have to kneel down to pay homage to anyone, and he doesn't have to bow his knees to anyone."

"It sounds like you are not satisfied with the world ruled by Odin?"

Merlin says:

"Did you have any new insights on Earth?"

"It's nothing."

Randolph said frankly:

"Odin has managed the Nine Kingdoms well, but there's always a better place among the stars, isn't there?"

"Ok."

Merlin saw that Randolph didn't intend to reveal more things, and he didn't force it anymore. The stories and knowledge he heard today were enough.Since he already knew about Randolph's existence, he would have plenty of time to chat with this doctor of history in the future.

Turning his head to look at the three cane parts lying aside, he said to Randolph:

"I agree to your request, Dr. Randolph, and now it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

"Oh, Berserker Cane, all right."

The old doctor stood up, and pretended to thump his waist. He walked to the side of the three separated canes, and while unbuttoning his cuffs, he said to Merlin:

"I always liked to call it the Spear of Wrath. Although it is not as powerful and magical as Odin's Gungnir and his son Thor's Mjolnir, don't underestimate it, Merlin. "

"I was the commander of the Berserker Legion under Odin back then. Although this weapon is in the form of a standard weapon, it was specially made for me by the legendary foundry of the Golden Palace. Its material is pure Urugin , engraved with 666 runes of strengthening power on the handle, in terms of strength and tenacity alone, 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 the characteristics of Urukin's excellent conduction and amplification of all energies, uh, I'm a pure fighter, I can't use this ability, but you are a wizard, theoretically speaking, it can be used as Your wand is usable... Of course, it's not as convenient as the wand on your waist, and it has side effects."

"I know, unquenchable anger, right?"

Merlin watched Randolph reassemble the movement of the Berserker's cane, and he said:

"I used it a few times when I found the first part from that old tree in Norway. When I held it, the anger in my heart would be stimulated, and it would evolve into a frantic desire to fight. At that time For me, my mood is not as good as it is now, I can only use it for a short time, so as not to be controlled by anger."

"Well, that means you're cautious."

Randolph held the broken parts of the three canes with both hands, and a red light entangled in his hands, as if the scorching high temperature was beating, even causing the air around his fingers to boil and twist.

It's like recasting the spear.

"This thing is really not for everyone."

Randolph said:

"Back then, the Berserker Legion fought against the Frost Giants by themselves, relying on this standard weapon. You just said that I have a problem with Odin...Indeed, I do have a problem with him."

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

Randolph said in a low tone:

"He ordered us to unleash all the power of the Spear of Wrath to block the frontal charge of the frost giant, while he commanded the guards of the Golden Palace and entered the weak flank of the frost giant. He won that battle, but the price was , The Berserker Legion was wiped out."

"It is the duty of a soldier to die on the battlefield. I don't blame him for winning in this way. After all, there are always people who need to be sacrificed in war. But the problem is that there should be people alive. After the frost giants collapsed, my legion is still alive." There are some people left, but unfortunately, the fire of anger spurred by the spear of anger burned out their sanity."

"When I woke up on the edge of the battlefield, what I saw was the light of the Rainbow Bridge descending on the cold battlefield, wiping away those bones and the warriors immersed in anger."

"He didn't try to save them, but he treated them as outcasts and just burned them."

Randolph shook his head, and said softly:

"That's why I am worried about my son. I am very worried. He will suffer the same fate as me. He was tricked into stepping onto the battlefield, and then died quietly. He was named a heroic spirit, but that What's the use? Asgardians are the same as people on Earth, they only have one life, and when they die, they lose everything."

"Glory? Hehe, hellish glory!"

"click"

At the moment when Randolph's voice fell, with a crisp sound, the berserk warrior's cane was recast in the dancing flames.

The silver war blade, nearly 2.5 meters long, danced vigorously in the air into a circular arc with the swing of Randolph's wrist, and finally, with a soft cry, it was leaned on the ground. The thorn pierces the earth.

Like a standing flagpole.

Elliott Randolph stretched out his finger, and he stroked the surface of the revived wrathful spear, those uneven notches, those complicated and cumbersome runes.

It's like saying goodbye to an old friend.

Under Merlin's gaze, Randolph put his finger on the shuttle-shaped single-sided sharp blade of the war spear, and with a light stroke, a drop of dark red blood fell on the war spear. Amidst the strange buzzing, Randolph stepped back. Taking a step forward, he made a "please" gesture to Merlin:

"My identity lock on it has been lifted, it is yours now."

"How do I use it?"

Merlin didn't touch the silver spear immediately, he turned to look at Randolph, and asked:

"Maybe you have a way for me to use it safely."

"Of course there is."

Randolph waved his hand, and he said in detail:

"A complete spear is controllable to trigger anger. After all, berserk warriors are 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 grasped the Spear of Fury. The grip was as cold as metal.

He could feel that the moment he held the spear, a force extended down his arm into his body, and that expanding force made him feel like a balloon was being blown up.

But as Randolph said, the completed battle spear did not uncontrollably arouse his inner anger like before.

It appears docile.

"As the time you hold it grows, it will gradually release its increase in your power. In the initial state, it will increase your power by about three times. When anger surges in your heart, this The increase in strength will increase rapidly, but the fire of anger inside you will also be fueled rapidly."

Randolph stood beside Merlin and explained to him:

"When it reaches the limit of being engulfed by anger, its increase will reach its maximum. This depends on the strength your body can bear."

"As long as my body can bear it, can I improve almost infinitely?"

Merlin blinked:

"Is this a bit too exaggerated?"

"Exaggeration? No, not at all."

Randolph said:

"Whether it's Gungnir, the Spear of Judgment, or Mjolnir, the Hammer of Thor, that kind of genuine artifact has no limit to the increase in the user's power, and the Asgardians have long developed a physical body All potentials, and even summed up the power of the 'godhead'...Although the god king Odin and the thunder god Thor are the legends of Asgard, in fact, only when they are combined with their weapons can they be It's a real legend."

"Gungnir allows the king of gods to manipulate lightning and gain insight into the secrets of the world. Thor's hammer allows Thor to control thunder and fly at the same time. Real artifacts always have various exaggerated effects. Compared with them , this wrath spear is a bit inferior, it cannot make you stronger without limit, it also has a limit."

"But if you are in a desperate situation, you can try to let anger swallow your reason, and use only the last bit of reason to control the direction of the blade of anger."

Randolph gave Merlin the chance face to face, he lowered his voice and said:

"That's a dangerous attempt, but the stronger the anger, the more powerful the spear will be. After you are completely swallowed by the anger, you will become an unstoppable angry berserker, fighting to the death, and fighting after death. , until the fire of your will is completely extinguished."

"Before you destroy everything in front of you, you will never feel tired, but you can't control yourself. That's the method you use when you are desperate. Merlin, you have to remember that once you transform into an angry berserker, you will A moment of desperate struggle."

"Either you behead your opponent."

"Either your soul will be completely burned by the fire of anger, every trace of vitality will be drained from your body, and you will die with the enemy in the end."

"Hmm...sounds great."

Merlin played with the finally complete Asgardian weapon. After a while, he put the spear into his magic pocket. He looked at the watch on his wrist and said to Randolph:

"Then I'll go first. If I have a chance to go to Asgard in the future, I will bring your message to Skolchi."

"Well, don't worry."

The old professor put on his felt hat again and picked up his briefcase. He took a ring off his finger and gave it to Merlin. He said:

"This is the emblem of my family. I have enough time to wait for you to fulfill your promise. Oh, yes... there is one more thing."

Randolph rubbed his forehead and said to Merlin:

"I think you need strength. I know something that may be helpful to you. It should be in the early 8th century AD... I have seen the scene where the young Thor appeared in Northern Europe. He Fought a terrifying creature and won in the end."

"But that creature didn't die, it was just sealed somewhere in Northern Europe. Some things on it may be useful to you."

"Well, you complete my request. I'll tell you where that thing is."

"Believe me, that's a very magical thing, Merlin, no matter how powerful you become, you won't want to miss it."

(End of this chapter)