The Death Knell

There are 540 doors in the Hall of Valor, and each door can accommodate 800 warriors entering and exiting side by side. So under ideal conditions of walking, the number of people walking out of the door at the same time in one second is 432,000.

The total number of heroic spirits is a full 60 million. Do some division calculations. If all the heroic spirits leave here on foot, the time required is 139 seconds, rounded off, which is a little more than two minutes.

Now they are rushing out like students on winter vacation, or people rushing to buy in supermarkets on Black Friday, obviously faster, and this time has been greatly reduced.

In less than a minute, the crowded scene just now turned into a deserted place. Only the deep mud ditch in front of the door could prove what happened just now.

The heroic spirits ran into the woods and disappeared from sight. Only then did Sif slowly walk out of the Hall of Valor.

She rubbed the silver horn in her hand, hung it on the handle of the golden door, walked towards the two people on the roadside, and smiled lightly:

"The heroic spirits have rushed to the battlefield, and it's time for us to face our fate."

Frigga took her hand and patted the back of her hand: "Yes, girl, let us fight to the end together."

The two women looked at each other, nodded to each other, their silence was worth a thousand words, they looked at each other and smiled, and then they were ready to die generously...

"Duang!!!"

But at this moment, a discordant sound suddenly sounded, and Frigga fell down like a dough bag on the muddy road stepped by the heroic spirits.

Sif's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, because she saw at that moment that the giant wooden Daksu who was standing behind the two of them took out a golden pan from somewhere, and released the Queen with just one blow. fall.

It was impossible to guard against, its speed and strength were impeccable, enough to knock a god into coma, but not seriously hurt him.

"What are you doing?!" Sif roared. She reached out to pull out the sword from her waist and took off the shield she was carrying behind her back.

However, the man laughed darkly.

The goddess holding a sword and shield, this scene is too familiar, useless, the pan is the weapon to restrain the sword and shield!

"Duang!!!"

The arm holding the golden pan suddenly stretched out unnaturally, turned in the air, and came to the back of Sif's head like lightning to launch an attack.

With a muffled sound, the Valkyrie also followed the Queen's footsteps and fell into the mud.

"What am I doing? Saving your lives, of course."

For the two comatose women, this answer obviously came a little late.

At the same time, the figure of the strong man also shrank rapidly, from a height of two to forty to fifty meters suddenly shorter than dozens of centimeters, and the leather armor on his body also squirmed into black and yellow armor.

Hela showed her head from the woods in the distance, and flew over with fairy spirit:

"Is this your plan? Knock them out with kitchen utensils?"

"Of course, otherwise we can't be sure that they will always be obedient." Su Ming, who had returned to his original form, shrugged, turned and walked towards the big log he carried: "God-killer, chain sword."

Golden light surged, the divine weapon transformed again, and then the Supreme Mage skillfully started carpentry work.

"What are you going to do with the chopped roots of the World Tree?" Hela came over curiously. She still had time to squat down and pinch the faces of Sif and Frigga.

In the kingdom of the dwarves, World Tree rejected Deathstroke's request for negotiation, and even wanted to use blight as an escape.

But Deathstroke was definitely the fastest person Hela had ever seen with a sword. Before the withering spread, he decisively flew a sword and cut off the entire root system.

He cut down the tree root, which was hundreds of meters long and tens of meters thick. He then repaired it and made it look like a log before carrying it on the road. He said it was for the preparation of the follow-up plan. Always confused.

Hearing her question, Deathstroke turned his head amid the flying sawdust and replied: "Of course they are making coffins. Look at how cold they are lying in the mud."

"...So?" The goddess rolled her eyes. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "What does it have to do with the coffin?"

"Look, are you a layman when you ask this? Asgardians, the custom is to throw the body on the boat after death, push it into the sea, and then relatives and friends stand on the beach and shoot arrows. Using rockets to burn ships and people is meaningless except for fun, and of course I don’t understand the value of coffins.”

Deathstroke smiled and winked at her, while the coffin in his hand was rapidly taking shape, looking like he was digging a canoe.

Hela turned around, leaned against the huge log, and played with her fingernails:

"Oh? Then tell me about the benefits of coffins?"

"Agriculture in the Golden Palace is underdeveloped, so coffins must be used! If buried at sea, the corpses will be fed with fish, and the Asa clan do not eat wild fish like the Americans. Doesn't this waste nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium?"

The chain saw in Deathstroke's hand turned into a plane again, and with the help of Strangler, he began to carve the coffin.

First, carve a peony, which means blooming flowers and wealth; then, carve a peony, which represents grace and beauty. In addition, this coffin is suitable for both young and old, so later we carve pear blossoms and begonias, which are such a perfect match.

His hands and a dozen tentacles worked together quickly, without delaying Deathstroke's smoking, drinking, and chatting with Hela.

I saw him looking like an old carpenter, blowing smoke to the side with a crooked mouth, flicking the ink line with the black mud of strangulation, and then narrowed his eyes and continued: "But if you use a coffin for burial, you can plant trees on the grave. In the future, when the trees bear fruit, they can be eaten by living people again. Doesn’t this start a cycle? This is the way of nature.”

"I asked how the coffin was used to save Frigga. I didn't ask you about agriculture. Also, no one would eat the fruits that grow from the nutrients of the corpse..."

Hela had already begun to complain without any knowledge. She tilted her head and slumped her shoulders, showing that her body was very weak.

"The answer is right in front of you. Look where we are behind us?" Deathstroke branched out a strangulating tentacle and pointed at the golden longhouse not far away.

Although the heroic spirits have left, the golden light is still flowing in the door.

"Hall of Valhalla, do you plan to throw Frigga and Sif into Valhalla and use its pocket space characteristics to take refuge? But luckily for Sif, Frigga can't enter here."

Hela was smart after all. She quickly came to her senses, touched her chin and started thinking.

In the prophecy of Ragnarok, although her underworld was also affected by fire, there was nothing there, not a single living person, and was full of wasteland that could not be burned, so no damage was caused.

So isn’t the Hall of Valor another version of the underworld? They are essentially both 'hell dimensions' where souls are stored, but the makers are different.

"That's why I want to use the wood of the World Tree to make a coffin. Think about it, Odin created the Hall of Valor, used runes to impose restrictions on it, and even gave it the special ability to resurrect the creatures in it."

Deathstroke patted the sawdust on his body and stood up. He had just carved a picture of Riverside Scene during the Qingming Festival in the coffin. Now he needed to take a rest:

"So who taught Odin the runes? The answer is World Tree. The conclusion is very simple. The blockade built with the power of runes can never block the body of World Tree itself, so I only need to make a ship with Lid the boat, put these two people in, and then push hard towards the door..."

"So this is a ship." Hela quickly added, as if she was afraid that Deathstroke would change his mind: "If you just said it was a ship, I would have understood it already."

"Isn't a covered ship still a coffin? And using the pocket space is just the second step." Su Ming waved his hand and asked Zhuosha to apply piano paint to the coffin. After all, if you want to do it, you have to do your best: "It's almost done. There is only one last question left in this plan..."

Hela frowned. She was curious about what could make Deathstroke so serious. She asked:

"what is the problem?"

"Do you think the diva likes flip-tops? Or slides?"

Deathstroke smiled evilly and took a cigarette.