The Death Knell

The old man was very happy, because to some extent, Doctor Strange had a deep relationship with him.

He took Doctor Strange's hand and began to ask questions as if the curly mustache was his own son.

This kind of enthusiasm makes Strange, who has been in the ice and snow for a long time, a little uncomfortable. He is here alone, and his only pastime is to play video games online, or to chat with people on BBS. Suddenly there is a living person, and he is still like this It was so familiar that he felt creepy.

But since Master Deathstroke said that this is a guest, he might as well entertain him well.

"Married?"

"without."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No."

"Are there any apprentices? How much do you earn per week?"

"Without an apprentice, it's useless for me to ask for money."

The old man asked questions like this along the way, as if he knew other Stranges, and the differences between the two made him curious.

When asking a question, he had to mutter to himself, "It's weird", "It shouldn't be", "The story is wrong", etc. He whispered these words.

This made Doctor Strange even more speechless.

The flying carpet flew toward the ruins at a slow speed. After all, the endurance of ordinary people had to be taken into consideration. It passed through ruins everywhere along the way, but the blood of the past had long been covered by ice and snow, and could no longer be seen.

Strange, who has been bombarded by worldly issues along the way, is full of black lines. He really wants to tell the old man that after joining Kama Taj, he has no worldly wishes at all. As long as he can smoke, drink and perm his hair, he is willing to live in the world. Serving the Supreme Mage for generations.

Fortunately, the Ice and Snow Cabin was not too far away from the tree pit. No matter how slow the cloak flew, it only took a few minutes to reach the location. This made the mustache mage breathe a sigh of relief and quickly jumped off the flying carpet and said:

"Here we are, old man. I'll help you down."

But the old man's expression was very strange. He put his hand on the mage's arm and got off the flying carpet, feeling the strong muscles on the latter's forearm.

He doesn't look like a doctor at all, but more like a savage.

"Asgard was supposed to crash in Texas, why did it change to Alaska?"

I don’t know if he was talking to himself or asking about the death knell, but Su Ming still answered: "Old man, don’t look at this place from the world line of Earth 616. If there is no change, neither will the multi-dimensional integration of my earth this time." It’s possible to survive, right?”

"Wait a minute, you want to connect the golden apple tree to the world tree?"

Before he finished speaking, he was suddenly startled again, because the death knell was right in front of him. He took out a large tree more than ten kilometers high from his pocket and held it in his hand like a feather duster. The golden leaves on it It's still shiny.

"Ah, transplanting flowers and trees is a very traditional craft in the East. It can also be used to prolong the life of plants." Death Knell carried the big tree and jumped out of the tree pit. Strangler also picked up the three of them and went down together. Amidst the roaring wind, The group of people fell rapidly, and below them was a putrid mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Those are all zombie corpses brought from another world to fertilize the World Tree. They are not dangerous. After all, they are all dead.

"Am I asking about the name of this operation technique?" The old man rolled his eyes, his white hair flying in the wind and becoming a bit messy: "I mean you gave the golden apple to the Asa Protoss, then... What to do over there in Limpis?"

"The Olympus god system in Earth 40k has long been extinct. I also got this tree from another parallel world." Su Ming landed, put the big tree aside, and took out a pair of flowers carved with "Blooming Flowers" When Fugui'tu's coffin arrived, he dug up the pile of corpses and buried them in the soil: "Besides, you can plant fruit trees as long as they have seeds. Don't worry, they are my little apples, which warm my heart."

Loki: "Pfft!"

She recalled the time when Deathstroke sang and danced for Athena, and she couldn't help laughing.

But she smiled. The matter before her was still quite serious. After all, it was related to the future destiny of Asgard. After this set of grafting process, she didn't know if it would be useful, so she felt quite complicated.

No matter how many death knells there were, he hummed the tune of the little apple and pushed the coffin into the ground. He cut the apple tree a few more times and made sharp corners like a pencil. He inserted them into the coffin and took out the hemp rope to tie them up. It's tied up.

He supported the big tree and strangled to help fill in the soil, not forgetting to fill in the corpses of the zombies as well.

The speed was very fast, and Su Ming completed the seemingly long steps in just a few dozen seconds. The golden leaves shone in the cold wind, ushering in the first ray of sunshine in the morning.

"How do you feel?" he asked Loki.

The goddess closed her eyes, reached out to touch the tree trunk, and opened her eyes after a moment: "It's really useful. Although the breath of energy has changed, it is indeed the World Tree."

"It's hard to say this. I have eaten a grafted fruit called apple pear before. I really don't know whether it is an apple or a pear." Deathstroke spread his hands with a smile, and then hooked Loki's neck: "But time Will give us the answer, do you know what to do now?”

Loki understood, and she showed a cunning and sinister smile: "I understand, after Thor helps Wade arrange the wedding, I will ask him to come here to guard the trees, and I will tell the mother the good news. This is all between me and Your credit."

Su Ming nodded with satisfaction and looked at Strange:

"Okay, Loki understands. You go to the igloo and clean up to make room for Tol. Then you go to the depths of the Everglades in Colorado and find Leonid. From now on, you can replace him in Orange Town and let him He's stationed at our office in Wakanda and serves as a liaison between me and the big black cat."

"As you command, Master."

Doctor Strange laughed until his face was deformed. He finally got rid of this white hell. As for whether the Great Swamp is a green hell, and whether guarding the 'doors of thousands of realities' is a chore, I don't think about it for the time being. At least the southern states are warm.

"Okay, Loki, just wait here for your brother for a while. I will take Mr. Li to visit Mr. President of the United States." Deathstroke let go of Loki and looked at the old man who was looking at the trees curiously: "If I go If you don’t reply, contact Deadpool immediately and let him find a solution, do you understand?”

"" Loki frowned. Could it be that the white house is some sort of dragon's pit and tiger's den? Even Deathstroke must be prepared to die in battle? But she still agreed: "I understand. If you have any questions, just ask Wade. He has a backup plan."

Seeing that she agreed, Deathstroke gave Strange another look, asking him to stare at Loki, and then he helped the old man up and flew into the sky.

"The next step is up to you, Lao Li. The time has come to maintain the legitimacy of Marvel stories. Some things that should be on the background board should be stuffed back into the background board, right?"

The old man covered his heart. This flying speed made his heart a little unbearable, but he still heard the death knell, so he asked:

"Who are you talking about?"

"A black man who loves to laugh."

The Supreme Mage replied, and his red eyepiece suddenly lit up.