Plug-in Players In Marvel

Conflicts on the street are commonplace in the Void.

On this street alone, there are at least dozens of such incidents every day. If they are extended to the entire Void, hundreds of such incidents a day are not rare.

"Tin Man, work harder!"

Someone whistled to cheer Stark on.

"Aim more accurately, idiot!"

Some people also stood on the side of the drunkards, hoping that they could win this one.

Many pedestrians on the street stopped and watched the excitement with relish. Some people also came out of several nearby stores, treating the conflicts on the street as an after-show for drinking, and shouting in fear that the world would not be in chaos.

It is too common, and people have long been accustomed to similar situations. No one would panic because of this little situation, but they all seemed very excited, as if they were eager to see such a thing.

"Tsk." Because of the shouting around, Shi Xiaolei and others once again felt how chaotic this place was.

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At the other end of the distant starry sky, Thor and his party finally passed through the last wormhole and arrived at Sakaar.

The exits of most wormholes are at a distance from the planet. On the Sakaar side, the situation is a little different - there are dozens or hundreds of wormholes leading to this planet. They are very small and cover Sakaar like spots. Moreover, each one is very close, and even directly connects to the atmosphere inside the planet.

It is worth mentioning that most of these wormholes are very unstable, just like active volcanoes.

The position of the exit at the other end often changes. The gravitational fluctuations are not fixed, and the energy radiation emitted is sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

It is precisely because of these irregular and uncontrollable changes that these wormholes are given great lethality. There are often some unlucky people who are swept by the wormhole exits that suddenly appear after the position is transferred.

Those with bad luck will lose their lives directly, while those with better luck will be sucked to Sakaar by the wormhole like a vacuum cleaner along with the scrapped spacecraft. Then, they will either float around the planet as space garbage or fall directly to the surface.

The endless supply of spacecraft wreckage provides sufficient nutrients for the booming garbage recycling business. Most of the crew members who managed to save their lives became slaves, supplying a large number of manpower for the huge arena. Obviously, the two most prosperous industries on Sakaar are actually closely related to the special wormhole phenomenon.

"It's just a huge garbage dump." Coming to Thor's side, looking at the ground below through the porthole, Sif showed an undisguised expression of disgust.

"It's really messy." Thor nodded: "It's messier than Volstagg's room."

"Hey, why are you mentioning me?" Volstagg's protest came from behind the two of them.

Holding a leather water bag in his hand, his body was a little shaky, and his nose was red...

"Hiccup!"

Okay, no need to guess.

"Drinking again?" Thor showed some helplessness in his eyes.

"I just drank a few sips, it's okay." Wiping his beard, Volstagg hung the "water bag" back on his waist and smiled broadly: "Didn't we agree that when we get there, you take Sif to talk to that...what's his name?"

"High Lord." Sif rolled her eyes and reminded him unhappily.

"Uh, yes, that's it." Volstagg laughed and continued, "You two go to see the Supreme Lord, Fandral and Hogan are responsible for escorting and handing over those white-skinned trash to his men. My task is to stay and take care of the spaceship... Hehe, anyway, I don't have to go out, let alone meet strangers, so what's the harm in having a few drinks." "Don't drink too much. I don't want to come back after finishing my work and find that the spaceship is lost." "Don't worry." Patting his chest, Volstagg promised: "I still know this measure." While speaking, Hogan, who was responsible for driving the spaceship, received a signal and contacted the other party. A few minutes later, the spaceship arrived above the location designated by the other party, slowly descended, slid into a huge gate, and docked at a dock specially used to park spaceships. "Let's go, Sif." Turning around, Thor greeted Sif and put his palm on Mjolnir hanging on his waist. There were a few crackling sounds, and a few blue electric lights jumped out, jumping and flashing on Thor's body.

In the blink of an eye, Thor had changed his look. The loose and light casual clothes turned into a close-fitting dark blue battle armor, and there was a bright red cloak behind him.

"Yeah." Nodding, Sif turned around and took down her long sword and round shield from the wall and buckled them on her back.

Without Thor's ability to change clothes with one click, Sif put on this leather armor in her room in advance.

Like her, Fandral and Hogan also changed into the light armor they wore during the battle. Only Volstagg, who did not need to get off the ship, was still in casual clothes, looking a little sloppy.

"Volstagg, keep an eye on our ship." After leaving an order, Thor took Sif and left the bridge first.

"If you're dressed like this, don't get off the ship." Came over and patted his friend's shoulder. Fandral hung his rapier on his waist and turned to look at his other friend: "Hogan, are you done? Let's do it too. It’s time to take action.”

"Okay." After the words fell, Hogan's hands left the console, he stood up, and hung the weapon on his back: "Let's go."

They had no intention of following Thor and Sif off the ship. Their destination was the cabin at the rear of the ship.

Excluding those who were killed in the previous defensive battle and those who died of serious injuries during the subsequent detention, the number of dark elf prisoners transported to Sakaar this time was more than three hundred and nearly four hundred.

Even if they are all disarmed and have shackles on their wrists or ankles, their combat effectiveness is less than one-tenth of their usual strength. But Fandral and Hogan alone couldn't escort all the dark elves off the ship at once.

You can only do it in batches, otherwise you won’t be able to see it.

Either divided into three or four batches, or five or six batches. In short, it will take a while to transfer all the dark elves.

In short, Fandral and Hogan were responsible for this matter, and Thor himself didn't particularly care.

"Hello, I am Thor, the son of Odin, the prince of Asgard, and the God of Thunder." He took Sif off the boat and came to a group of people waiting to greet him. Thor announced his name .

"Welcome, Your Highness Thor."