I Want It All / A Spy Among Spies

P. S.: There are quite a few new characters. To make it easier for everyone to understand, I'll add more pictures later.

Chapter 987, Section 1031: I Want Them All

In a tavern in a small town bordering the southern states and the Kingdom of Anixid.

The three travelers pushed open the creaking door, and Kevin, the leader, tossed out two silver coins, ordering a fairly lavish lunch.

"You don't need to look for the rest, I need to ask for directions..."

The man pulled a piece of paper with a few scrawled characters on it from his pocket and placed it on the counter in front of the shopkeeper.

The burly man with a scar on his forehead put down his beer glass and wiped the beer off his beard.

The shopkeeper looked down at the note, impatiently pointed to a general location, and then tried to pull the two exquisite northern silver coins into the drawer.

"Dude, be more specific, my money isn't so easy to take..."

However, the slender, white-haired handsome man gripped the strong man's wrist with his right hand like an iron clamp, and a faint, teeth-grinding tremor of bone vibrations rang out.

Under the smiling gaze of the white-haired man, the pale-faced burly man quickly grabbed the gray-white pebbles used for bookkeeping and sketched a route map on the paper.

"It's a pleasure doing business with you!"

Kevin easily released his grip, and the burly man, who had been struggling, stumbled and nearly crashed into the shelf behind him.

However, the pleasant clinking sound rang out again from the counter, and the white-haired fellow casually tossed three silver coins down.

"Serve the food to the two ladies at my table as soon as possible; I have something to run..."

But after the two displays of wealth, the atmosphere became tense, and pairs of malicious eyes were fixed on Kevin's waist.

The man casually pulled up his hood, pushed open the door, and before leaving, turned slightly, a gentle smile playing on his lips, and earnestly offered advice to those inside the tavern.

"Friendly reminder, everyone, don't mess with them..."

As the door creaked shut, several figures gradually disappeared from the tavern.

The mercenaries who hesitated to stay indoors, upon seeing the two stunningly beautiful faces—one aloof and the other intellectual—revealed by the pulled-down hoods, felt their hearts ignite, and certain desires began to grow uncontrollably.

"Wielding a sword of slaughter yet possessing a heart of mercy, I'm growing to admire him more and more..."

Hexi scooped up a spoonful of mashed potatoes, blew on it gently, and spoke in a low voice with a hint of joy.

She had noticed Kevin's subtle action of taking the hairpin while she was collecting the remains of the Frost Guard near Howling Abyss.

"Alisa," that's the name carved on the handle of the ornament, and beneath the skeleton is a father who left behind a small bag of valuables and his home address before he died.

It now appears that Kevin's trip was primarily to help the deceased fulfill their last wish.

"Ha, this guy is just like Odin, full of tricks. Can't he see the trouble he's going to cause us?"

Hela looked around, pursed her lips, and sliced the large sausage on the plate into paper-thin slices.

"Yes, that's terrible!"

Hexi was somewhat indignant, then tilted her head and squinted at Hela beside her, a strange smile appearing on her face.

"Therefore, we angels have a duty to guide him onto the right path..."

At the same time, Hela's smile faded, she flicked her nails, and her expression gradually darkened.

"This guy carries Odin's legacy, which should rightfully belong to me."

"You angels want to interfere too?"

Hexi put down her spoon, blinked, stretched slightly, and responded lazily with a slightly nasal tone.

"The things are yours, the people are ours. I'm still counting on him to mediate the age-old conflict between angels and demons; we can't let that happen..."

Although she couldn't see the whole picture of the Super God Academy's plans, Kevin was key to many clues, judging from her experiences in the Asgardian Realm, and Freyja.

If Ultimate Fear truly exists, then even angels must prepare for this crisis from the void.

However, Hela smiled slightly, raised her right arm in front of Hexi, curled her five fingers toward the center one by one, and finally clenched them into a fist.

"I want them all!"

She wouldn't give Odin's legacy, and similarly, this man was the Old Man's final guidance to her if she wanted to regain her strength and return to Asgard.

After so many years as father and daughter, Hela knows him all too well.

"Then... let's give it a try!"

The languid whispers of the Angel of Wind suddenly transformed into a fierce storm.

Suddenly, the two women who had been greeting them with smiles stood up abruptly.

Half an hour later, Kevin returned to the tavern, glanced at the Ruins the house in front of him and the mercenaries lying on the ground, some unconscious and some screaming, and his lips twitched.

Then, the man's gaze fell on the only two figures still standing, his expression strange.

Because Hexi's forehead was red and swollen, and Hela's right cheek was slightly congested and swollen, the scene before them was too tragic.

"Stop looking, they started it."

Hexi took out some crushed ice from behind the counter, put it on her forehead, and responded irritably.

"Yes, I can testify."

Hela spat out blood-tinged saliva, poured herself two large glasses of ale, and handed one to the angel.

The two then clinked glasses and drank it down in a tacit and friendly manner.

"I said, are you saying this whole room is full of legendary heroes? Could they have driven you two to this point?"

Kevin was completely bewildered, scratching the back of his head, somewhat confused.

Holy crap! These two crazy women started fighting without warning and wreaked havoc on everyone watching and my tavern!

The tavern owner, trembling under the counter, was overcome with grief and almost burst into tears when he heard the two culprits trying to pin the blame on them.

However, as a cold gaze fell from above, the shop owner, who was acting as a human shield for the counter, was so frightened that he hurriedly shrank back and obediently closed his eyes, pretending to be dead.

He heard what was said just now. Even if a whole bunch of legendary heroes came out together, they could at most scratch the two women in front of them.

It's easy to imagine the terror they possess.

The tavern is gone, so be it; I don't want to be dragged down with it because of my loose tongue.

Kevin picked up a chipped ceramic wine glass from behind the overturned container, poured himself some fruit wine, and raised it to his two allies who seemed to be having a drinking contest.

The three men tilted their heads back and drank the contents of their cups in one gulp, then threw down their glasses, turned and left the now- Ruins tavern, continuing their journey.

As for what Kevin did and where his followers went, Hexi and Hela, having anticipated this, tacitly refrained from asking.

Seeing that the three menacing figures had completely disappeared from sight, the tavern owner trembled as he crawled out of the Ruins. His sorrowful gaze swept over the Ruins of his property, and he was overcome with grief.

However, when the burly man's eyes finally landed on the black money bag left on the counter, the shopkeeper carefully weighed it in his hand and then his face lit up with surprise.

The funds for reconstruction have been secured, so at least we didn't lose everything.

But as soon as the purse was in his hand, he noticed a fine, dense pattern as he rubbed the back of it with his fingertips.

The tavern owner hurriedly opened the back of the money bag, only to find a faint frost leaf symbol, which made the burly man swallow hard.

They're actually barbarians from the Northlands from Winter Fortress. No wonder they're so fierce.

However, judging from the direction they left, it seemed they were heading to the front lines where the Southern Alliance was fighting Queen Anixid.

Is this war so large that even Grand Sejuani can't sit still?

In short, war is brewing, and there won't be many good days left in this area.

The tavern owner abandoned his idea of rebuilding the business, packed some valuables, and prepared to head to a safer location in the rear.

Chapter 988, Section 1032

Night falls in the Freljord Kingdom, within a military tent.

Anixid repeatedly flipped through the three letters Sejuani had written to her on the table, then took out intelligence about the North to organize and compare them.

The young Queen's expression shifted repeatedly, eventually revealing a hint of emotion.

Currently, Winter Fortress has suffered attacks from beast tides and dragons, and the Frostclaw Cavalry have also gone on a mission to Howling Abyss, resulting in heavy losses for them.

However, in all three of Sejuani's letters, she used a stiff tone to vouch for the identities of Kevin, Hexi, and Hela, without mentioning her own troubles at all.

This old friend's temper remained as stubborn as ever; he refused to bow his head and say a single soft word to her, this weakling who had betrayed the mission of her ancestors.

Back then, Winter Fortress suffered a severe snowstorm, resulting in a significant reduction in food production within the duchy. Anixid collected a batch of supplies and sent the Knights to deliver them to Sejuani.

As a result, this fiery-tempered Grand Duke of the North gathered up the transported grain and burned it as a form of protest.

The members of the Southern Knights, who were already facing a shortage of supplies, were furious about this, Anixid almost couldn't suppress their determination to lead their troops to wipe out Winter Fortress.

Fortunately, Winter Fortress was short of food after winter set in, and the audacious Sejuani led her Frostclaw Cavalry to intercept a grain caravan from the Southern Federation that was trying to make a fortune.

Anixid then used the concept of "the enemy of my enemy is my friend" to appease her Southern Knights.

Based on my years of experience of maintaining a respectful distance in our interactions, Sejuani is an absolute tigress, biting anyone she can get her hands on.

The fact that these three knights, introduced here, could have Sejuani personally vouch for them is enough to prove their worth.

Yes, it's very valuable...

Anixid dipped her quill pen in ink and wrote a bright red annotation over the three names.

Kevin, one of the four archangels, the God's Justice, Incarnation of Uriel...

Hexi, one of the four supreme archangels, the God's Medicine, the Incarnation of Raphael...

Hela, the First Princess of Asgard, the Goddess of Death...

The young Queen dried the ink, packed the letter, sealed it with wax, and casually placed it in a box as a keepsake to later mock Sejuani.

Immediately, Anixid flicked her fingers and drew mysterious runes in the air. As the last stroke fell, blue-purple light spread out, enveloping the entire military tent.

"Teacher Ryze, I'm so confused..."

Within a large, bluish-purple halo, a bald man with purple skin and covered in mysterious runes was strolling across a desolate planet.

Ryze opened the prayer wheel, casually sat down, and the large book of runes in front of him floated and flipped, connecting with the signal.

Then, he raised his right hand, lightly stroking his beard, and smiled faintly.

"Is it about Sejuani, Howling Abyss, or a new guest?"

"Probably, both..."

Anixid for a moment, then responded with a wry smile.

"Then let's talk about Sejuani and the Three Northern Tribes first, Little Ashe?"

The purplish-skinned, bald man smiled and called out his nickname for the young Queen, then straightened his expression and steered the conversation back on track.

"Do you remember what I taught you? The land and weather conditions of the North, coupled with the unpredictable magical tides and beast tides, are not suitable for the growth of a tribe..."

"Relatively speaking, the south, with its humid climate and lack of natural disasters, is the most suitable soil for the rise of civilization."

"Therefore, if you truly want to help Sejuani and your people, migrating south is imperative..."

"Over the years, no matter what natural disasters Winter Fortress has suffered, the grains and medicines produced in the south have been continuously sold to the North at relatively fair prices, allowing them to recover as quickly as possible."

"Sejuani's leadership in the robbery has already made these merchants wary, and the ability to provide new resources to the North is all thanks to you, Queen Ashe."

Ryze's words of comfort eased the knot in Anixid's heart, and she looked up with a sense of relief.

"I don't expect Sejuani and the others to understand, because I have a clear conscience about everything I've done."

"Darkness is coming. Freyja needs a unified force and a stable foundation for rule in order for civilization to leap forward."

The bald-headed monk looked up at the starry sky and sighed helplessly.

"We can't wait much longer..."

"The activity of the Void Creature is becoming increasingly frequent; the Ultimate Fear is just around the corner..."

"If you truly want the Freyja Continent to survive this storm, you must unify the south as soon as possible."