The Death Knell

This warrior named Giant Wood slipped one after another, and every time Balder slipped, he was knocked out. Only a fool like Thor would think it was an accident.

The God of Light still helped his brother out of the ruins with a confused look on his face. When he saw the new totem pole in the snow on the ground, he narrowed his eyes.

He took a deep look at the tall warrior beside him that day. His standard honest face was full of apologies, but Bader felt that it was not that simple.

The precision, power, and direction of the impact were as if they had been carefully calculated. Even being knocked away this time and falling into the same ruins of a house as last time, could this be an accident?

However, now Jörmungandr has broken into the city, and the protective barrier of the Golden Palace has been shattered. The monster's huge body is flowing into the city, its big mouth devouring life. It is obviously not to pursue the matter of throwing totem poles. when.

Balder took a deep breath, black snowflakes fell on his shoulders, his golden hair now looked misty, and the white mist he exhaled condensed into frost.

"Thor, are you ready?"

The faces of the two brothers were full of solemnity and solemnity, and their eyes looked at each other with a luster of longing for destiny.

"Of course! My long-lost big brother, the Thunder God of Asgard is always ready to fight!"

Both of them showed knowing smiles. Today's scene reminded them of the happy times when they hunted together in the past. Even if the enemies in front of them changed, the battle and other things would never change.

Thor raised his axe, while Baldr carried Gangnir, who was still warm. Together with the surrounding Asgard warriors, they charged towards Jörmungandr.

The three friends from the Immortal Palace also let out a war cry and followed closely after their prince. Although everyone was very tired from the previous battle, and the short one-hour rest did not restore much physical strength due to the lack of wine and food, but they Without hesitation.

The mustachioed Fandral is chic and humorous; the chubby Volstagg is loyal and just; the black-haired Hogan is cold and heroic.

These good friends have not been alienated by Thor's long stay on Sakaar. Now that Ragnarok has come, they still choose to follow Thor's footsteps.

Because the place where the city wall broke was still a little far away, Balder even had time to turn his head and glance behind him. When he saw the tall warrior named Jumu Daksu still standing behind Frigga, standing with the Queen's shield girls. When they were together, he smiled disdainfully.

That man obviously had good fighting ability, but he didn't even dare to attack the big snake, but chose to stay at the back. It was a shame. It is even more shameful to throw weapons away.

But no matter what, some people choose to give up the opportunity to gain glory, then opportunities are always reserved for brave people.

Badr's smile became even bigger. He looked at the giant earthly python that was also getting bigger and bigger in his field of vision, and quickened his pace. At the same time, he quickly thought up tactics in his mind on how to deal with the giant creature.

...

"He seemed to be laughing at me just now?"

Deathstroke and Hela communicated silently. The black silk thread connected their ankles and merged with the same black snowflakes, without even a hint of reflection.

"It's not just him, take a closer look at the eyes of these supporting girls." Hela's suppressed laughter came from her heart, and she secretly winked at Deathstroke: "They look at you like you are looking at garbage. .”

Indeed, almost all the warriors are now rushing towards the location where the city wall has been shattered. The only man left standing is the giant tree Daksu transformed by Deathstroke.

If he was a real Asgardian warrior, he would probably be ashamed to death in the eyes of all the girls and could only wash away his reputation by dying in battle.

But he is not.

Frigga's priesthood is the goddess of love and family. She has twelve shield maidens, who usually serve as maids and concubines of Odin. They are also her guards during battles. They are as close as sisters.

Su Ming can't remember the Nordic-style names of these women. He only remembers that their vocations are similar to 'encounter', 'dating', 'reconciliation', '**', etc., which are mostly related to love and marriage. those things.

"I don't care about the eyes of dead people, no more than you."

Deathstroke walked slowly and picked up his totem pole. Now, the city has been breached and chaos is spreading rapidly. Who cares about a coward on the battlefield?

If you have the time to be distracted, why not take a look at the overwhelming enemy army behind Jörmungandr.

"They don't understand how strong you are at all. For the Asa Protoss, those who dare to fight the enemy face to face are warriors, but we all know that only those who survive are warriors." Hela calmly crossed her hands and helped On the hilt of the sword standing on the ground: "You seem to be in a good mood. Have you found a way to solve Jörmungandr?"

"Ah, I contacted the Arcturus Eagle God. A very powerful ancient god came to help and paid a big price... That person should be on the way now, but the Arcturus galaxy is far away from Aspen. Gard is a little far away, I have to watch Baldur and Thor not to die first."

Su Ming, who returned to Hela again, carried the totem pole again, staring in the direction of Thor and the others, as if he was ready to slip again at any time.

"Even if you say this, I can't give you any compensation. I have nothing, unless you also plan to have a few zombies as housekeepers." Hela motioned Deathstroke to pay attention to the direction of the battlefield: "Look over there, the battle is on. "

Just as she said, Thor, who could fly, was one step faster than the others. He reached the top of the giant python, and then chopped it down with an axe.

Accompanied by thunder, lightning and fire, a terrifying loud noise echoed between the sky and the earth. Even the ground trembled, and the dark clouds in the sky also opened a small opening due to the repulsive airflow.

However, looking at the big snake whose head was chopped off, let alone any injuries caused by this attack, even its scales were not scratched.

Thor was also surprised by his results. He had obviously tried his best, and Zhan Biao's counterattack even tore the tiger's mouth, but the strange snake was unscathed.

He froze in mid-air, and then was whipped out by Jörmungandr's tail, smashing straight into the ground, destroying an unknown palace.

"Oh, it's so stupid, I can't bear to see it." Deathstroke covered his face and shook his head, then started to complain to Hela: "Any human warrior with some common sense knows that you have to hit the seven-inch position when dealing with snakes, right? Who taught that idiot Thor how to hit a snake on the head?”

Although Deathstroke had taught Hermione not long ago that no matter what he hit, he had to hit the head, but could it be the same with magicians?

Little Hermione also knew how to write the word "fennel" for fennel beans, but Thor didn't know anything. This was the difference.

"Isn't he dead?" Hela raised her eyebrows with a little interest when she saw that the three friends of the Immortal Palace had temporarily given up charging and instead went to retrieve Thor from the ruins of the building.

Su Ming, who was touching the totem, shook his head and looked at Jörmungandr's movements: "It's not impossible to die, but he seems to have attracted the hatred of the monster, and the guy went towards him."