Chapter 211

At noon the next day, Luode and Tyrande finished comforting each other, lay together in the room, and enjoyed a rare peace.

Tyrande had one leg resting on Luode's body, holding a cup of Asgardian mead in her hand, drinking deeply, her face slightly flushed.

The Asgardian mead made her slightly tipsy.

"So you actually have feelings for both of those brothers, right? But in the end you chose Malfurion." Luode asked.

"Mm! I wasn't sure before, but now it seems that's indeed the case—I don't have zero feelings for Illidan, as for Malfurion." Tyrande fell silent.

"If I resurrect Illidan, would you choose Illidan?" Luode asked, stroking the smooth thigh in his hand.

"No! If I really did something with him, I wouldn't be the moon goddess in his heart anymore." Tyrande immediately shook her head and said.

Alright! I'll silently mourn you for a few seconds, Dan Zong, you really are miserable—but what we said back then has come true, I'm really leaning in Tyrande's embrace seeking some comfort!

"I won't delete your memory; after you go back, just don't blab about it." Luode said, stroking Tyrande.

Night Elf skin is smoother than that of high elves.

"Demigod, you planned to wipe my memory from the start, didn't you? I can tell—don't lie to me." Tyrande rolled her eyes and said.

Even though she's lived ten thousand years, she can sometimes see things—this demigod had indeed wanted to erase her memory before.

If it weren't for the intimate relationship, he wouldn't have changed his mind.

"My plan is really somewhat crazy; many people might not accept it." Luode said, stroking the other's smooth shoulder.

"I see, Lord Azeroth should be waking up soon; I think I should tidy up." Tyrande said, climbing out of Luode's embrace.

In this state, if Azeroth suddenly wakes up, it would be hard to explain.

"Go! When I have time I'll come find you."

"Better come secretly at night; Malfurion basically spends all his time asleep in the Emerald Dream." Tyrande said, putting on her white nightgown.

The demigod's power indeed lets her enjoy it greatly, and she now feels an inexplicable excitement and pleasure.

This feeling is practically an invitation to sin! Originally Tyrande only intended to have this one time with Luode, but now she wants a second, and a third.

Tyrande took a bath, changed into her previous clothes, and in the afternoon Azeroth woke up, her eyes shifting from light blue back to gold.

"What's going on? Luode, I feel that this body is very excited, very pleased." After waking, Azeroth moved her body a bit and asked doubtfully.

"While you were asleep, I took her around Asgard; perhaps the atmosphere here made her feel happy!"

"After all, we've just come to a new world; there's some excitement, cough cough! A sense of novelty." Luode said.

How could she not be pleased? How could she not be excited? A woman who's been holding it in for thousands of years suddenly lets loose—of course she'd be pleased and excited!

Luode could tell that Tyrande belongs to that type of restrained yet flirtatious woman—usually cool and dignified goddess-like, but once she lets loose, this type can be quite promiscuous.

"It's also good that Tyrande can be happy; once we return to the Azeroth world, I'll give her body back to her."

"I mean, if I use some technology to create a Tyrande body for you, could you long-term use this clone?" Luode asked.

Many worlds have cloning technology; even the transforming leaf in my own hand can achieve this.

However, compared to the original body, there are still differences.

"It probably won't work; to fully carry my soul, an ordinary body won't do—Tyrande can because

because she has served as the moon priestess for ten thousand years; under the cover of Elune's moonlight divine power, her body is filled with divinity, allowing me to possess her."

"Anyway, I'll think of a way—see if I can get you a normal clone." Luode said.

Having these two women sharing one body always makes Luode feel weird.

That night, after Azeroth woke up, King Odin received them again, and Sargeras also emerged from his seclusion chamber.

"Welcome, my guests—Lord Azeroth, Lord Sargeras, and Lord Luode, please sit!" Odin said.

"Thank you for saving my father; without you, I wouldn't have known my father was near death, and also about Ragnarok." Standing beside Odin, a tall man with golden hair holding a war hammer spoke.

This person is indeed Thor, one of the Avengers' top combatants. Not long ago he had already received his father's summons, returned to Asgard, and then met a middle-aged version of his father—no longer the white-haired, feeble old man he used to be.

Afterwards his father told him many things, including the news of Ragnarök and the idea of relocating to another world. 'You must be Thor, right? Fame doesn't do you justice.' Luode stepped forward with a smile and shook Thor's hand.

"'That's right, I'm Thor. I'll be counting on you all for a while.' Thor smiled and greeted each of Luode and the others in turn."

His father Odin had said that the other party's strength was great, so he must be extremely courteous; speaking frankly, he was also quite looking forward to this journey to a brand‑new universe.

"'King Odin, Azeroth has now recovered; can we forge our own artifacts?' Luode asked."

These past few days have been entirely spent waiting for Azeroth to recover; otherwise they would have already begun crafting their own artifacts.

"'No problem, everyone! I've already negotiated with the dwarf kingdom; you can head over there anytime.'"

"'My son Thor will lead the way for you, and you'll go there together directly via the Rainbow Bridge.' Odin said."

Everyone nodded, stepped onto the Rainbow Bridge, Heimdall immediately activated it, a seven‑colored beam enveloped several people, and then they were swiftly transported away.

Inside the Rainbow Bridge is a seven‑colored beam; after just a moment, everyone arrived at their destination, the dwarf‑inhabited planet Nidavellir.

Here, a settlement was built around a neutron star captured by the dwarves through special means; the neutron star's high temperature provides them with the energy for forging weapons.

At this point Luode wanted to complain: a neutron star, one of the most dangerous celestial bodies in the universe, had actually been captured by you just like that—indeed, in the Marvel world you can't define things by physics.

"'Welcome, everyone. I am the dwarf king Eitri, glad you've come; Odin has already told us about you.' A semi‑giant over three meters tall stepped up to Luode and the others and said."

"'You say they're dwarves? I thought they were Vrykul!' Azeroth glanced at Luode and rolled his eyes."

Are you kidding? You call them dwarves, heh! What are the dwarves of the Azeroth world supposed to be? Tiny beans?

Sargeras also stared curiously at these dwarves; they are huge in stature and have a high life rank, not a mortal race.

"'They're really huge, right? I was actually startled when I first saw the dwarves; even if they call themselves giants, it's no problem.' Thor chuckled from the side."

"'Hahaha! Knowing we're dwarves, everyone is quite surprised when they see us.' Dwarf King Eitri said."

Under the guidance of the dwarf king, the group entered the dwarves' dwelling.

In the sky hangs a neutron star, continuously providing the dwarves with energy, as well as light and heat.

"'We have captured a neutron star as the planet's power source; ordinary forging relies on it. What kind of weapons do you lot want to make?' the dwarf king asked."

"'I need a huge sword; just follow this design!' Sargeras took out a pre‑drawn blueprint and handed it to the dwarf king—this was the weapon he had once used. Although these guys' forging skills aren't up to Titan standards, making a weapon for this avatar is still not bad."

"'No problem, having a detailed blueprint is best. Then what about the two of you?'"

"I want to make a bow, and if it's about the style, just follow this." Aizelasi took out the bow and arrow that Tailande had been carrying, and handed it to the Dwarf King.

"Can you guys do some work on this weapon?" Luode released his two Huomizi creations, Helieesi and Hadisi.

"Master!"

"Master!"

The two Huomizi creations showed human-like expressions, circling around Luode nonstop.

"The bow and arrow are fine; as for this wolf-tooth club, my goodness! They naturally have self-awareness, and this ball of fire—what kind of special lifeform is it?" The Dwarf King stared curiously at the two Huomizi creations.

The divine artifact forged by their dwarf race actually also has self-awareness, but they can't grow a face, and they can also express their demands; this kind of technology he really wants! "How to put it? They are probably creations of my special power," Luode said.

"How amazing, Your Excellency the Deity, can you teach us dwarves this technology?" The Dwarf King looked at Luode with fervent enthusiasm.

If this technology could be applied to divine artifacts, then upgrading divine artifacts would be revolutionary.

"I'm afraid not; this is some kind of special ability of mine, not a technique, and others cannot learn it." Luode shook his head and said.

Upon hearing this, the Dwarf King felt somewhat disappointed.

"However, I can give life to the weapons I make for you."

"Of course, there will be a fee, hehe! The price is the soul."

(End of chapter)