The Death Knell

"You need someone who can unscrew cans with bare hands, the kind of earthly fruit cans, right? Ah, this is really a high requirement. We light elves are not very good at physical work..."

The Flower Fairy's eyes were immediately attracted by the beautiful colorful jelly beans. She kept staring at the sugar bowl while thinking, and said ridiculous words on her little mouth:

"I thought about it. I probably meet the requirements, so let me accompany you. Come on, help me get a can of yellow peaches that I exchanged from Vanaheim. I want to open it with my own hands and give it to the Supreme Mage. Look, prove my strength!”

After saying that, she put her little fists on her hips, raised her chin proudly, and unexpectedly assumed the pose commonly used by the Justice League when they appeared together.

"..."

Correspondingly, the Supreme Mage showed an expression like an old man on the subway looking at his mobile phone.

That's right, not all magicians come from Karma Taj. Compared with the Himalayan school, which has practiced martial arts and fitness since childhood, most traditional magicians are basically powerless.

Wanda's magic is very strong, and among the many spellcasters in Marvel, she ranks among the best in terms of spell lethality.

But if her physical strength is not modified by chaos magic, it will be at the level of an ordinary human girl, perhaps not as good as her sister Polaris.

Monaco's situation is similar. As a mage, he is very powerful and his willpower is absolutely strong, but his strength is only as strong as holding a submachine gun, and he can't even carry two basic ammunition.

Constantine, Zatanna, Raven and other DC wizards are not powerful characters. Even Zha Kang may not be as strong as Queen Elsa in front of him because of lung cancer.

It is impossible for Su Ming to take the Flower Fairy Queen underground with him. Although she should be good as a mage, but to deal with a group of trolls... what kind of mage is needed?

No one would think that there would be someone in the troll clan with a brain about the size of a walnut who could use super magic that could threaten Deathstroke, right?

"Of course you light elves are not good at physical work. If you were good at it, it wouldn't be the trolls who built the city wall of Asgard and were owed wages." Deathstroke declined the flower fairy's kindness and didn't even want to see what happened. A canned performance, he just wants a guide who has the ability to protect himself and is more courageous.

Why is it so difficult? Isn't it possible to choose a rough-skinned and thick-bodied person among the light elves?

"Hehe, that's right. Speaking of this, I feel a little pity for the trolls." The queen fell down, asked the maids to roll up the huge map and handed it to Deathstroke, and she started to hold the braid in her hand. Wan: "But I suddenly remembered a suitable candidate. She can definitely help you. If you don't mind that she is an ancient god, I heard that people in Zhongting don't like gods very much."

The map was no longer useful. Su Ming had a photographic memory and had already memorized the location of each cave entrance.

He took out some home-produced wine as a second wave of gifts and placed it on the table nearby: "Are there still ancient gods in Alfheim? Why have I never heard of Emperor Weishan or Angboda? ?”

As a mage, the Queen knows more secrets than other light elves. At least she didn't have any special reaction after hearing Angboda's honorary name. She still had a sweet smile on her face:

"Yes, at least she claims to be an ancient god from the center, and we are willing to believe her. After all, she is our friend. She is really very powerful."

At this point, the queen's head turned around, as if she was looking for some reference. After she couldn't find it, she opened her arms again and made a big circle:

"She can bite through a big tree as thick as this~~~ in one bite, it's so powerful!"

"Bite off? Is she a Loa?" Diana has the most say about gods. She understood when she heard this: "Animal gods generally have their prototypes in the reality of the earth. What is her identity?"

The Flower Fairy Queen took the jar containing the multi-flavor beans, took out a green one from it, smelled it, and replied casually:

"It's a squirrel, what's wrong?"

.............................

When the red squirrel with a small handkerchief tied around its neck jumped onto the balcony of the palace, Su Ming looked at her expressionlessly.

Seeing this, the little squirrel tilted his head, grinned, and shook his tail. The rat had an embarrassed expression on his face, which looked very cute.

She dug around in her little mouth and took out two pine nuts. She grabbed one in each hand and held it in her little paws as she walked towards the death knell, as if she planned to return the things and apologize.

Her curved eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked at the man with pitiful eyes, like a pitiful little animal.

But the pine nuts were wet and covered with her saliva, so there was no way she could take them.

"Ratatoskr, are you still pretending to me that you are an ordinary squirrel? Huh? Your title of 'Naughty Messenger of the Gods' is indeed true. You are really naughty."

The speechless Su Ming shook his head. He was not angry over a bag of pine nuts. The key was that this squirrel was Loki's teacher and he especially liked lying and gossiping.

She is neither a good nor evil god, but the most troublesome god of fun.

"You didn't ask her name, but it's not too late to know now. By the way, Deathstroke, the Supreme Mage from my distant hometown, welcome to Alfheim, the country I currently call home. Hahahaha......"

The squirrel stopped pretending. When she saw the death knell, she directly called out her name, and she didn't want to return the pine nuts. She immediately stuffed the nuts back into her mouth, bared her front teeth and smiled slyly, and talked about the standard London. English.

"Actually, if you think about it carefully, you will know that during Ragnarok, Alfheim neither took refuge with Sithorne and Set, nor contacted me or Angboda. How did it survive? So. ....." Su Ming took out a cigarette and lit it. He crossed his legs and spoke. Then he saw the red squirrel jump on the table and began to stuff his mouth with various fruits from the Queen's banquet.

Her crop is like a space bag. Although her body is small, she can hold countless things in her mouth without affecting her ability to speak at the same time:

"Of course it wasn't these crazy light elves who saved themselves. It was me who bit off this 'leaf' from the World Tree. That's really smart, Supreme Mage, but in fact, Alfheim left The time for the World Tree was a little earlier. When there was a little 'little flame' under the World Tree, I took it and ran away, and it was the first place in the escape competition, haha."

The little squirrel is happy again. As a rodent born in ancient times, she can survive to this day. Her perception of various dangers is much better than other animals.

Carol and Diana didn't know what to say for the time being. They originally thought it was a cute wild animal, but who would have thought it was a wild god? (To be continued)