The Death Knell

The death knell brought Miss Poole to Alaska. The scenery in the Arctic Circle under the polar night was quite good, but the cold wind seemed to shuttle between the bones, scratching back and forth.

When they arrived outside Doctor Strange's concierge cabin, they called him to keep him company. Then the three of them passed through the invisible barrier and saw the broken Asgard.

It had been too short since the last time I left. Although there was plenty of zombie fertilizer, there was still no sign of the World Tree sprouting.

"I've actually been thinking, could it be that the temperature in Alaska is too low?" Strange, with his curly hair, took off the cigarette in his mouth and took another sip of strong liquor to warm his body: "It is said that the World Tree is Ash, although it is a cold-tolerant plant, it shouldn’t be able to survive at minus 30 degrees, right?”

"Young men can't say you can't do it." Deathstroke stood on the edge of the big tree pit, looking down at the corpses of the zombies: "But the fertilizer rots too slowly. While inactivating the T virus, give them Add some heat.”

Strange nodded. After all, he was once a doctor and was familiar with the process of virus inactivation.

It’s just that winter life in Alaska is too boring. Apart from patrolling the ruins every day, the only thing he does left is fishing for crabs.

"Master, can you give me some funds to buy a computer? It would be best to have a receiver that can connect to communication satellites, so that I can still access the Internet."

The Supreme Mage nodded. Planting trees in the ruins of the city is indeed a hard job: "Just buy it if you want. Then take the invoice and ask Modu for reimbursement. Just say it was my intention. By the way, nothing happened these days when I left." Is it something?"

"It's calm, Master. There's not even a ghost in the city. I'm gradually throwing the corpses of the Asa into the pit and letting the withered World Tree slowly absorb them."

Doctor Strange shook his bottle, his mustache curled up. He was quite serious about his work.

"Don't let down your guard. Although we have brought all the 'dangerous props' in the Golden Palace back to Karma Taj for 'keeping', no one else knows about this matter after all. Some forces who covet the treasure trove of the Golden Palace may still get their hands on it." Come here, if you encounter this situation, please notify the adjutant immediately, okay?"

"Understood, Master." Strange touched his temples and looked at the girl who had been shrinking behind Deathstroke with an expression of disbelief: "Is this lady our new apprentice?"

"This is Miss Gwen Poole, the girl I picked up from the parallel universe." Deathstroke put his hand on Gwen's head and made her spin in place: "She wants to go to college but doesn't want to live in a multi-person dormitory, so I Take her out to find a house."

Strange nodded, picked up the cigarette in his hand and took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled it, looking into the distance with an expression on his face recalling the past.

In the Arctic Ocean where snowflakes are flying, the water column spouted by a whale turns into freezing mist, and the white glacier seems to be within reach.

As a high-level intellectual, the doctor withdrew his gaze, slowly shook his head, looked at Gwen and said seriously: "It's useless to go to college. Studying medicine can't save the people on earth. Only studying magic can change the destiny."

Gwen, who was spinning a little dizzy, broke free from Deathstroke's black hand, bent over and gasped:

"I don't study medicine, I study art. Do you know what an artist is? He is a professional who draws comics, isn't he awesome?"

After being paid to attend the State University of New York's School of Fine Arts, Gwen proudly crossed her arms and looked like she was waiting for others to praise her.

"...might as well study medicine."

Strange was speechless and couldn't understand where Gwen's pride came from.

Su Ming interrupted the argument between the two of them in advance and put his arm around one person's shoulder: "Personal hobbies are different, so there is no need to distinguish between high and low. When one goes to the toilet, he will encounter a demon reaching out from the toilet to collect debts, while the other is living on the streets without enough food. If you make a living selling paintings, you all have a bright future.”

When the two heard this, they rolled their eyes in perfect agreement. This was too realistic and too bright.

But when talking about this topic, Strange suddenly remembered something and told Deathstroke: "Master, do you still remember the empty shell of the Celestial Group in Greenland?"

"Remember, the split robot in the single universe. Is it a member of the first generation or the second generation of Founders? But it has only a worthless outer skin long ago."

Su Ming nodded. He had the corpses of the Celestial God Group in his hands, but even though he was researching it at the same time as Lao Zheng's Divine Spear, using both science and magic, there hasn't been much progress in the past few decades.

It's not that there are no results at all after so many years of research. At least it is no problem to use them to make a few battle suits. The key is that Su Ming and Zheng Xian want to crack the manufacturing method of this god metal and then mass-produce it.

This is a bit beyond the scope of the current technology tree. Even the technology from Cybertron and the Warhammer Universe cannot analyze their composition. We only know that these metals should come from higher dimensions and we want to recreate them in the single universe. , what key elements are missing.

"The Avengers dug it out of the glacier recently and are installing an elevator in the past two days. It looks like it's going to be used as a vacation home because they made it look like the Statue of Liberty holding a torch."

Doctor Strange's meaning is actually very simple. Waiter Gwen is looking for a house. You can go to his newly renovated villa. Although it is a bit far from the university, it is a university. You only need to take enough credits every year. Art Department There’s no need to attend classes every day, right?

"Avengers Tower?" After Gwen came to Earth 40K, she lamented many times about this magically modified single universe. When she encountered something familiar to her, she was inevitably a little happy.

But living in Greenland is still too remote. It would be nice to live in a corpse that day, but it is still a corpse no matter how you think about it.

How can a beautiful girl live in a corpse? Frankenstein?

"No, forget it. I can't live in Asgard, and I don't like the corpses of the Celestials. I want a warmer, more humane community."

Su Ming nodded. Speaking of which, the conditions were not high. If he wanted human touch, Gotham would be his first choice... but let it go.

"I'll take you to that village. The people there are very welcoming. The doctor will send us through a portal to the Holy of Holies in Antarctica."

Doctor Strange put on the hanging ring and made a circle in front of him, and then Deathstroke took Gwen from the North Pole to the South Pole, and came to an equally eerie castle.

"The Holy of Holies in Antarctica? But I don't remember such a place." Gwen looked around with a strange expression. The hall was decorated with all kinds of gloomy furnishings, and there were many statues of snake men. It didn't look like a serious place.

"I am the Supreme Mage. Even if I dig a cave in Afghanistan, I can name it the Holy of Holies." Su Ming patted the suit on his body and motioned for the girl to follow him: "Let's go, let's go find Casillas, he He is the great mage stationed here.”

"Well, didn't he defect to Dormammu?" Gwen started to feel dizzy again.

Deathstroke shook his head and walked through the long corridor toward the laboratory:

"Do you think I would allow that to happen? In fact, Xiao Ka is now more like a weakened version of Dr. Doom, with both technology and magic. It just so happens that the spokesperson of the snake god was killed this time, come and listen to the game Is there anyone who can send me a message?"