Perhaps Odin wouldn't keep his word for those stories he told. He was a "god" who liked to play this set of meaningless tricks. Unfortunately, the Dread Lords were no longer willing to waste time, so he was killed by Cassana.

Of course Tire abandoned him, maybe he has guessed it, otherwise, he would not obey us so easily. Obviously, that Skovard is also looking for a more suitable master!"

High-level warlock Oreses chuckled:

"But they are all very good warriors, and their ability to withstand evil energy is very strong. Maybe Kil'jaeden also hopes to recruit a group of such warriors. They will be great, cannon fodder! At least better than those mindless Abyss.

Lords are more useful."

“We’ll talk about recruitment later!”

Queen Saloras shook the pale soul-inducing lamp in her hand and whispered:

"Let's fulfill Hela's promise first. I feel a little bad. Sister, I always feel that something is about to happen."

"Okay, my sister, relax, you are just habitually suspicious, everything is going well, there is nothing wrong with it."

The chatting twins did not notice, or rather they did not notice, that at this time, in this night filled with blood and killing, on the sea outside the town of Skod Ahir, there was a layer of ice-cold,

A strange, eerie fog has lingered around.
Chapter completed!