We Choose to Submit

"Little brat, I think you've lost your mind, actually attempting to make our king submit to you. You're challenging the majesty of our clan, you're looking for death!"

Upon hearing Loren's words, Laufey had yet to react, but the guard standing beside him could no longer hold back and angrily rebuked him.

After all, the Frost Giants were the strongest race in Jotunheim and had once been a renowned force throughout the Nine Realms.

If Odin had not suppressed them later on, the Frost Giants' territory would never have been limited to this tiny patch of Jotunheim.

Nor would they now be forced to share Jotunheim with another race known as the Mountain Giants. In their eyes, this was an everlasting pain that the Frost Giants could never shake off.

Now that Odin had finally grown old and feeble, no longer capable of suppressing them, they had been granted a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to rise again.

As long as they reclaimed the Casket of Ancient Winters, they would be free to soar through the skies and roam the seas.

Perhaps, with the power of the Casket of Ancient Winters, they might even conquer all Nine Realms and become their masters.

Yet Loren was now demanding their submission. Wasn't that simply shattering their dreams?

They had endured humiliation for so many years, and hope was finally within reach. Yet now, someone had suddenly appeared and declared that he would replace Odin as their new master.

How could they possibly agree to that?

However, Loren did not care about any of that. Odin was already a dying flame in the wind, with few good days left.

Once Odin truly kicked the bucket, a bloody storm would inevitably sweep across the Nine Realms.

After all, there were no shortage of ambitious figures in the