Asgard's frontline against Msbelheim, a place as terrifying as a battlefield meat grinder. Although here, Msbelheim has not officially declared war on Asgard, sporadic conflicts and frictions have already made every inch of land here soaked in blood.

And in the camp where Asgard belongs, the commander Tyr, who was in the commander's tent, had already contacted Brenheld, who came from the Golden Palace.

"So, is your plan like this?"

"Yes, Tyre. This is the best solution we can think of now." Brenheld glanced at the enemy who was still fighting in sporadic battles in the distance, and said to Tyre with a heavy face. "We can't afford to delay, Tyre. No matter how long you delay the flame giant here, you will never be able to change the situation. So now we can only use this method and take risks once!"

After closing his eyes and being silent for a long time, Tyr stood up from the commander's position.

"You're right, it's time to change this stalemate."

Faced with the deadlock in front of him, Tyr had a very clear comparison and calculation in his heart. Although they seemed to be doing well, the price they paid was very huge. In order not to allow Asgard to be invaded by the forces from the fire giant, he and his legion were fighting with his life.

Because of the huge power of the flame giant, even the warriors of Asgard would have to pay a one-to-three or even one-to-five battle loss ratio for every fire giant. Faced with a continuous and huge number of flame giants, if Asgard had not had a heroic spirit that could be resurrected from the dead, Tyr's legion would have been unable to hold on.

Even in this way, the warriors under his command were almost at their limit. Not every warrior of Asgard has the power to resurrect the heroes from the dead. This battle to face life and death may be just a process of pursuing glory for heroes. But for those warriors, it is a path of glory paved with their own lives and blood.

Huge casualties always inevitably cause losses to morale. Now, Tyre can be said to have fallen to a low point.

Even if he is a god of war, sometimes he cannot change the situation of war. Asgard is at a disadvantage, and he does not have much to do in such a disadvantage.

"Okay, I promise you. But before that, I want to ask a question."

Speaking of this, the God of War, who held the sword Tyrfeng on his waist with one arm, couldn't help but touch his broken wrist. For a God of War, having only one hand is indeed a huge flaw. But for the guy who caused all this, Tyr's mood was very complicated.

It cannot be said to be hatred, it can only be said to be emotion, regret, anger and regret. With this feeling, Tyr opened his mouth.

"How is Odin's situation now? And, Hodell, what's going on with that guy? Has he really been killed by Odin?"

Brenheld knew very well about Tyre's feelings for this kind of question. For Hoddle, Tyre may be the only brother who cares about him and the only one who regards him as a brother and foot brother. Although Hoddle is disgusting in the eyes of others, he is so cold that he cannot get close to it at all. But for Tyre, he is his youngest brother and his closest blood relative.

Now, my young brother has become like this. After hurting his biological brother, he once again extended his hand stained with blood to their father. This can be said to be something that no responsible brother can accept.

But things have happened and nothing can be changed. He can only give himself a little comfort in this way of inquiring.

"You should ask Odin this question. No one except him knows what the situation was like at that time."

Shaking her head, Brenheld didn't want to spend too much time on this topic. Or she didn't want to mention Hodell at all. Her performance made Tyre sigh, and she rarely showed a look of fatigue and weakness.

"I understand. I will take those warriors away and leave those heroes for you. In order to cooperate with your actions, I will also find ways to expose my whereabouts. Let the flame giants discover your arrival and my departure. As for the things that create a small-scale commotion, I will leave it to you!"

"Don't worry, I understand! I will bring victory to Asgard!"

He took the command arrow from Tyre, and Brenheld assured him.

The change of commander caused an inevitable change in Asgard's camp. While the warriors and heroes on the front line were still fighting with the flame giants regardless of their own life, the low sound of the bull horn suddenly came from the direction of the camp.

This situation naturally made the warriors fighting in front of him wonder. However, the army is an army after all, and amid the call of the horn, these warriors did not dare to fight too much. So under the cover of the heroes, the mortal warriors began to break through the entanglement of the flame giant and turned towards the direction of the camp.

When the last heroic spirit present was beheaded by the flame giants, the flame giants also turned back to their military camps cursingly.

There were many people among them who complained that they didn't have enough fun to fight this time. Asgard's soft-footed shrimps actually called out so early this time. However, some people found something wrong and reported the news to their leaders.

And right in the tent of the Flame Giant's central army, a place like a huge magma pool. As the general who led the battle between the Flame Giant and Asgard, Muros listened seriously to the reports of the frontline soldiers from below, then stretched out his blood vessels, which emitted a scorching light like magma, and silently rubbed his beard, which was as hard as a stalactite. It made a noise like a gong and a drum.

"If you say so, the enemy's performance today is very abnormal!"

"Yes, General Muros. The enemy took back the troops today and returned to the camp more than usual. This is indeed a bit abnormal for Asgard's group of fools who would rather die than take a step back!"

The giant flame soldier kneeling below answered truthfully, and when he heard his answer, Muros immediately turned his head to the other side.

"What about you, have you scouts received any special news?"

Muros's sight was a shadow. And in this shadow, a female flame giant walked out quietly.

Unlike ordinary flame giants, female flame giants are much shorter and slender. Even compared with the Asgardians, their size does not seem too inconsistent. It is precisely because of this body advantage that female flame giants can be competent for tasks that ordinary flame giants cannot do, such as spying on intelligence.

This female flame giant is the chief intelligence officer under Muros, and is also the guy who is responsible for spying on intelligence from Asgard.

Just as Muros asked this, the female giant also told all the information he had just spied. Listening to her report, Muros suddenly broke his rock-like beard, and then threw it into his mouth like eating chocolate and chewed it. At the same time, a little excited smile appeared on his face.

"If you say so, the enemy's commander suddenly changed his identity. It seems that the dark dwarf and the two monsters are not incompetent waste. Finally, they found an opportunity to deal with Asgard a heavy blow? Ha, just so happens, I'm tired of this boring confrontation! Who is the enemy's commander now?"

"Sir, it's Valkyrie Brenheld. The goddess in the orders of my king!"

"Is it the legendary Valkyrie Brenheld? It's really a great prey. If she captured her alive and presented it to me, she will definitely be rewarded by me!"

"Sir, you underestimate the enemy!" said the female flame giant bluntly, but it attracted unconcealed ridicule from Muros.

"A mere woman, even if she has the reputation of Valkyrie, can she still turn this situation around?"

"Although it is true that this is said on the surface, General. But there is no guarantee that this is one of the means of the enemy's tricks. If Brenheld takes over the army is just a cover. Then when Tyre suddenly turns back and launches a resurgence when we launch an attack, we will most likely suffer huge losses!"

Hearing this speculation from the female giant, Muros repeated the previous action again, and then burst into laughter.

"Even that way, it cannot change the strength of our enemies. We are the strong side. What we should worry about is the enemy. However, you still have to be careful about what you should have. Are there any traces of other enemies besides the heroic spirits brought by Brenheld?"

"No, Your Excellency General. Our scouts investigated very clearly. No other troops were active nearby."

After hearing this, Muros nodded softly.

"Very good, then you will take your subordinates and three hundred giants to monitor Tyre's every move! If they go back to Asgard honestly and fight those dwarfs, don't worry about them. If they dare to look back, you will find an opportunity to teach them a lesson that will never be forgotten from behind, do you understand?"

"I understand, then General, what are you going to do?"

"Do you need to say it?" He suddenly stood up from the magma, revealing his body that was far taller than the flame giant. Muros made a huge noise with a muffled thunder sound. "Come on, my soldiers. It's time to launch the general attack. Let's start the war and let my king's flames drown everything!"
Chapter completed!