Chapter 232 The White Butcher
However, Thor quickly rallied. He didn't want to give up until the war was completely quelled, and even if he couldn't win, he didn't want to lose too badly.
Hearing the praise from others, Phineas was secretly pleased, but he couldn't show it too obviously, so he could only maintain a smile.
"Lord Hellscythe, why are you here?"
Around the campfire, besides Thor and the Warriors Three, there were some Asgardian squad leaders. They were very surprised to see Phineas here, and one of the bolder ones couldn't help but ask directly.
Hearing this question, a look of worry appeared on Thor's face. So much time had passed; his father must have already discovered that he had taken Phineas away. He didn't know how to explain it when he returned.
"We all belong to the Nine Realms; isn't it only natural to help each other?"
Phineas didn't seem to care at all, giving a high-sounding excuse. Looking at the grateful faces of the Vanaheimers around him, he sighed inwardly at how well he was becoming at lying.
The soldiers were full of admiration, and seeing how easygoing Phine was, they couldn't help but ask him other questions.
As long as it didn't involve privacy or require secrecy, Phine answered frankly, quickly winning the favor of many Asgardian soldiers.
As night deepened, everyone who had fought all day prepared to rest. Phine, because he didn't want to use the 'Fourth Bullet' to recover, hadn't fully recovered from his weakened state and was somewhat tired.
In the tent that Vanaheim had specially prepared for him, Phine lay on his bed thinking about the day's battle.
Although the experience given by the enemy was far less than he had expected, if that wasn't considered, he had actually gained quite a lot of experience that day, directly increasing his experience bar by one-fifth.
In other words, even if the system didn't support him farming experience on such a large scale, he could still accumulate enough for his ninth draw after four more battles like this.
However, situations like today's were rare and unpredictable.
Moreover, after this battle, his information should have already spread, and the enemy would likely find it difficult to gather together and let him take full damage from a single 'Explosion Magic'.
Thinking of this, Finney couldn't help but sigh, hoping the news would spread slowly so he could have a chance to test whether the system's experience rules actually supported his large-scale monster farming.
In the following days, he and Thor, guided by Heimdall, provided support in various locations, but the scale of the battlefields they encountered was not as large as Tammy's.
Furthermore, the enemy seemed to know of their arrival, and would immediately scatter and retreat whenever they were encountered, preventing Finney from finding an opportunity to test the system's experience acquisition rules.
Most importantly, his name had indeed spread, but it wasn't the 'Great Mage' or 'Explosion Magician' he had imagined.
Instead…
"Run! The White Butcher is here!"
"It's him! Retreat! Retreat!"
"It's the White Butcher! Retreat!"
Hearing all those "White Butcher" chants around him, Finney was furious. Why was it so hard for him to get a decent nickname?!
No wonder Tony insisted on announcing it himself!
Finney sighed deeply, his crimson eyes on his mask fixed on the ones shouting "White Butcher" the loudest, and charged straight at them.
After he and Thor arrived, the enemy's morale collapsed, so the battle ended quickly. Finney was still scolding the aliens who had mispronounced the nickname.
"White what?"
Finney asked, while fiercely reprimanding the horned, minotaur-like alien in front of him. Thinking about that awful nickname only made him angrier. He had clearly stated the profession when chanting it.
"White Butcher! White Butcher!"
The alien, bewildered, screamed in agony while rapidly answering the question.
Seeing the creature's obliviousness, Finney angrily snapped off its left horn, causing it to scream again, and continued, "What butcher?"
"The White Butcher! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
And so, its right horn was gone too.
The minotaur's cries of pain made the aliens beside him tremble uncontrollably.
"White what butcher!?"
"..."
Finney continued to ask, but the minotaur had already fainted from the pain and could no longer answer, and it also no longer had its third horn.
Finney looked at the others, who were nearly brought to tears, but thankfully Thor arrived and saved them.
Seeing the two horns in Phine's hand, Thor paused for a moment, then asked curiously, "Planning to take them back as spoils? But they're a bit small."
"No, I just don't like them!"
Phine casually tossed the horns aside and looked at Thor, asking, "Where to next?"
"The Royal Palace of Vanaheim!"
Seeing Phine's surprised expression, Thor smiled and said, "The war is basically under control. King Njord of Vanaheim wishes to express his gratitude, so he's invited us to the palace!"
"Oh!"
Phine couldn't help but show a hint of curiosity.
After handing the prisoners over to the soldiers, Phine quickly washed up and prepared to head to the Royal Palace of Vanaheim with Thor.
Only a few Asgardian soldiers and Hogan accompanied them. Hogan was brought along because he was from Vanaheim; otherwise, as Thor's subordinate, like Sif and the others, he wouldn't be qualified to meet the King of Vanaheim directly.
As for Phineas, he was a distinguished guest of Asgard, even Odin had personally received him. Unless Njord wanted to offend Odin, he should at least treat Phineas with the same esteemed respect as Odin.
The horses of Vanaheim were fast and more enduring than those on Earth, so the group arrived at the Vanaheim Palace in just one day.
The Vanaheim Palace was built on a lake, surrounded by jungles and mist, exuding an aura of nature and mystery.
Compared to the Asgardian palace, the Vanaheim Palace was undoubtedly much simpler, with almost no gold, mostly constructed of stone and wood.
It was covered with many complex characters and patterns; Phineas seemed to sense energy within them, indicating that these were not merely decorative.
Phineas curiously observed everything around him, wanting to take a picture with his phone, but feeling it would be impolite, he decided to observe the situation first.
Thor's expression was quite normal, suggesting this wasn't his first time here. Given the relationship between Vanaheim and Asgard, this was quite plausible.
Perhaps due to their long lifespans, Vanaheim, like Asgard, was a monarchy. Njord was the king of Vanaheim, known as the god of summer and the god of the sea, and was said to possess immense power.
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