Chapter 505 8.24 The Origin of Myths and Legends

Chapter 505 24 The Origin of Myths and Legends

Hash’s caravan stopped in front of the “Shahu Inn”.

The caravan merchants who entered the Black Desert had a special liking for this store, precisely because this inn had many rooms and cheap prices. The inn was full of good and bad people, not only the merchants who crossed the desert, but also many free people from the Black Desert lived here.

The caravan merchants hoped most to meet familiar temple believers in the village.

After entering the Black Desert, if they could take a temple believer with them in their horse team, it would be like adding a free guide to the team.

The chance of crossing the desert would be greatly increased.

Hash had been walking in the Black Desert for many years and was considered an acquaintance of the inn.

After arriving at the door of the inn, he smiled and gave the stable doorman a big hug, and then skillfully took out a golden dinar and stuffed it into his hand.

"Hash, you old bastard, haha ​​my dear friend, I didn't expect you to be alive!"

"Oh! How can I die? I still have to wait to mow the grass and plant flowers on the graves of you bastards!"

The way the lower class people greet each other is often very direct. Although he said some unreliable threats, after meeting, old Hash still gave the captain of the stable a big hug.

"I got a big job on this trip! Bulgay, you old bastard, make sure your subordinates feed these more than 100 horses for me!

They are shipping the goods and research materials of Byzantine scholars! If the horses have any mistakes, hehe, the ascetic monks of the Crusaders will not tolerate you!"

The news that old Hash brought more than 100 trucks into the city in a high-profile manner has long been spread. Seeing that this stingy man who usually doesn't spend a penny is so generous this time, the merchants who went out to watch are more convinced that this old thing has indeed received a large order from the Royal Academy of Sciences.

A dozen pairs of eyes looked at the trucks of goods, and finally no one moved forward and dispersed.

All the merchants who make a living in the Mediterranean cannot get around the giant "Byzantine Empire".

It is unwise to offend these big men for the sake of momentary greed.

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Opening the car door, Loki, who was wrapped in a black robe, also walked out of the plow.

The mysterious girl was also dressed in this outfit. The severe muscle atrophy caused by living in the wooden box for a long time made her follow Loki step by step, but the black robe covering her whole body made her look ordinary.

Following the crowd, the girl successfully mixed into the Shahu Hotel.

Entering the hotel, a hot wave of air flew towards us. When night fell, the hotel was bustling with people. Looking around, there were more than 30 huge long tables full of merchants of various skin colors.

Black, white, brown-skinned Visigoths, burly Turks, and even a few yellow-haired and black-eyed Donglu people were sitting here and there.

However, the Black Desert is still the world of Arab merchants. Having lived in the arid and hot East-West Continental Bridge for a long time, they are much more resistant to the desert than all other races. Nearly half of the more than 100 merchants who were eating and drinking in the hall were Arab merchants wearing loose black robes.

The absolute number brought the advantage of language, and even the bard who was performing on the stage at this time spoke in pure Arabic.

"As a qualified storyteller, what we pursue in this industry is to be immersed in the scene! If we talk about the battle between Loki, the 'King of Paris' and the Light Giant"

"Hehe, no one is more professional than the Night Kite 'Jike Lorne'."

Hearing his name coming from a storyteller's mouth, Loki stopped involuntarily.

The bard who walked onto the stage found that he had successfully attracted everyone's attention, and immediately pulled out an Arabic huqin from behind.

After skillfully playing a sound of golden swords and iron horses, he suddenly stood up and looked to the north, spitting out a long string of continuous lyrics from his mouth.

"That day, the Frost Giant King Loki turned his head to look at his mother and asked softly: Laufey, my dear mother! Odin is old, and Asgard needs a new master!

It's time to revive the power of my giant clan. Why don't I lead the Frost Giants to open up territory for you and let the people find a place to breed and rest!"

"I heard that the Duchy of France is rich in dragons, so let me occupy this land and offer the head of the Dragon King to celebrate my mother's birthday!"

"Night Kite" Zeke Ron is also a well-known bard in the countries of the Western Continent. In the bustling tavern, his few roars, combined with the pure timbre of the huqin in front of his chest, do have some artistic temperament.

However, at this time, Zeke never thought that the main character in his lyrics was standing less than 10 meters away from him.

Loki was naturally confused.

He knew that the stories compiled by the bards were often far from the real history, but he never thought that in this tavern in the desert, he would become the son of a god!

Wait

God?

Son? ?

It seems that the Norse mythology of later generations was indeed compiled like this!

Loki became the leader of the frost giants, and was also the son of the former giant king Laufey. He gave birth to

"The next day, Loki summoned his legion, including his offspring - the giant wolf Fenrir, and the goddess of death Hela!"

"Today, we will accomplish a feat that has never been accomplished by our predecessors. We will completely occupy this land and clear the ancient gods hidden in it from this ancient vein!"

"From today on, the ancient gods under my command and the Viking warriors who believe in me will stand on the top of the Western Continent!"

Ding, Ding Ding Ding

The sound of Huyang's piano sounded again, and this versatile man even stood up and did an impromptu dance. I didn't expect that this dark-skinned old guy was actually a player who could sing and dance RAP all the way.

The bearded Arabs present applauded, and many merchants asked their younger brothers to bring him drinks and tips.

After just singing the opening, a mountain made of copper leaves appeared in the copper plate in front of him.

"Haha, thank you all, sirs!"

"The Duchy of France is not as peaceful as we think. Our common understanding is that Edward the Plantagenet is in control of the government. Hehe, you are totally wrong!"

"The real ruler of the Duchy of France is actually an old god who can transform into a giant of light! As for his palace, it is a prehistoric beast as big as a mountain!"

"It has three heads and is made of rocks!"

The bard described it vividly, as if he had really experienced the battlefield with his own eyes. He explained the secrets of the French royal family in detail to all the audience present, and everyone who listened again was amazed.

In this era without newspapers and radio, the bards spread the world's major events to a great extent.

Of course, how much is true and how much is false is quite debatable.

"Loki is different from his brother Odin. Odin likes to transform into a human and give birth to demigod children with human women. But Loki has only one thing in mind when he comes to earth - to lead the Frost Giants to crush the Viking enemies!"

"When he leads the Frost Giants across the North Sea and stands on the land of France, the dragons and gods will be greeted by a brutal massacre."

Shaking his head gently, Loki pulled the East Continent girl beside him and left the hall in a low-key manner.

If every bard tells stories like this, it is no wonder that thousands of years later, the myths and legends of various continents will appear in books in an exaggerated and incomprehensible way.

The stories of the gods are full of peace, vendettas, deceptions and wars.

The son kills the father, and the father devours the son.

The explosive gimmicks plus all kinds of indescribable "secrets" are very similar to the inferior online literature of the 21st century.

But this is not difficult to understand.

The bards who shuttle between taverns and noble mansions also need audiences, and only this kind of story can attract guests and become a topic of conversation after dinner.

After several changes of hands, through the subjective conjecture and "polishing" of one storyteller after another, it is no wonder that after only 13 years, this story has become what it is now

The war in the mortal world has directly turned into a war of gods!

The lively atmosphere of listening to books made all the diners in the tavern stop and watch. Old Hash behind him gently pushed Loki's arm, and the group quickly passed through the tavern hall and entered the upper guest room.

The meeting place agreed with the Byzantine scholars is in this hotel.

On the way, Hash's caravan had been delayed for nearly 7 days due to the sandstorm.

If nothing unexpected happens, the scholars should have entered the hotel at this time.