"Tortol! No"

Siff knelt on the edge of the broken cliff. She seemed to have lost all her pillars, and just knelt softly there, calling toward the Ice Valley that could not be seen clearly below.

Like a migratory bird weeping blood, like losing one's love.

Behind Sif, all the trolls were slaughtered.

After losing Urik's command, these guys who are not smart enough are no match for the two Asgardians at all.

But the disaster happened in an instant.

It was so fast that Sif and Heimdal were simply unable to save it.

They could only watch Thor and Urik fall off the cliff. He was a soldier until his death, pulling enemies many times stronger than him to the underworld together.

But what's the use of this?

Thor is dead.

The only hope is extinguished.

Behind Sif crying and collapsed, Heimdal squatted down silently. He looked at Thor's broken arm in front of him. The arm had frozen into ice in the cold wind of Jotunheim.

And those dazzling blood were also sealed in the ice.

The gatekeeper is also in pain.

He was loyal to Odin and loyal to the divine realm. This time, the guard Thor went to find the spring of wisdom, which was originally the most important mission given to him by Odin.

But he failed.

As Odin's close comrade-in-arms, Heimdal knew better than his sister Shiff's fate and burdens Thor shouldered at this time.

but

The gatekeeper walked to the edge of the cliff, and he widened his eyes with all his might and looked at the ice valley below the cliff.

In this terrifying extreme climate, even Heimdal could only see the dead valley below. He saw the broken monster Urik and the falling rocks.

But I didn't see Thor.

"Um?"

The gatekeeper made a puzzled nasal sound, and he searched carefully at the edge of the cliff for several minutes, and finally, he placed behind him on the shoulder of the sob sister, and he said:

"Stop crying Thor is not dead yet, I haven't seen his body."

"Go to the valley! Hurry! We're waiting for him there! If he escapes the disaster, he will definitely go there to meet us!"

When Sif heard her brother's call, she raised her head, and there was still a trace of disbelief on her beautiful cheeks frozen by tears.

But she believed in her brother's judgment.

She finally glanced at the cliff that took Thor away. She stood up, grabbed her bloody battle sword, followed Heimdal, and walked towards the valley in the terrifying cold wind, beating the trolls frozen by the monsters.

"Thor won't die"

"He will be the next father of the gods, and my Thor, the king of the gods, will not die here."

Siff gritted her teeth, and in the biting cold wind, she spoke to herself over and over again, like self-hypnosis.

She said:

"Son of Odin who has created countless miracles, respond to my expectations."

“I have tasted the loss”

"Swear with Odin's one-eyed one-eyed one, no more!"

—

"Well"

Thor felt like his head was being stepped on by tens of thousands of elephants one after another, and his headache was not enough to describe his feelings at this time.

In a blurred perception, he felt his body swaying, like a summer day in the past, lying on a shaking beach hammock while on vacation with Jane.

The shaking feeling made him feel like he wanted to vomit.

He tried hard to open his eyes and saw a dull, shaking sky.

It was the sky of Jotunheim, with gloomy clouds covering the sky, and white light lit up in the cold wind, occasionally mixed with the hints of unknown monsters.

Memory is returning.

Thor remembered the scene when he fell off the cliff with Urik, but what happened next?

He should be dead.

"Yo, you're awake."

A jumping voice sounded beside Thor, with a strange sense of familiarity. Thor turned his head hard and saw a boy in green clothes walking beside him.

The guy had short black hair, a beautiful face, and a sly light shining in his big eyes.

Even though he is still young.

But from this face, there are already signs of becoming a handsome man who will harm the country and the people in the future.

"Loki?"

Thor said weakly:

"How could you do it?"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Little Loki, who was leaning on the gray eternal gun, urging the grinder and the grinder to advance in the snow, raised his fingers and made a ban on Thor's voice.

The latter was a little confused. He didn't know what was going on, but the disgusting sway made Thor unable to help it.

He shook his body and tried to sit up from this simple sled, but this action disturbed the work of another girl.

"Bang"

A clenched fist hit Thor's head hard, knocking him over onto the sled.

Little Hela, wearing a fitted fluffy cloak, retracted her fist, sat cross-legged beside Thor, holding some metal tools in her hand, and curled her lips in dissatisfaction, she said:

"Stay honestly, you weak brother, I'm helping you!"

"Um?"

Thor was dizzy when he was hit by Xiao Xiao Haila. He lay on the sled and lowered his head hard.

I saw that there was a silver metal prosthesis on the broken arm of my right hand that was decorated with spikes.

Xiao Xiao Hela is using very sophisticated instruments to assemble the last part of the prosthesis for him.

On the shiny metal piece of prosthesis, there is a sign of gears and skull intertwined, which is the product of the Mechanical Divine Cult.

"I've looked for our fierce sister, but Audrev, or Angela, was immersed in slaughtering the demons in hell, enjoying the wonderful time with that cunning bitch, Sera."

Little Loki pointed to the mechanical prosthesis with regret, and he said to Thor:

"Our eldest sister has already made up her mind not to participate in the disputes between the Odin family, but she is quite generous and has brought you this from the warehouse of the Mechanical God Cult."

"It is said that this is a prosthetic limb made by Ms. Icarus for the possible accident of the raven. It is a magical creature that can carry the power of the Heavenly Father, and there are many magical blessings."

"If it weren't for the eldest sister, relying on Hela and me, there would be no way to steal it from the Mechanical Temple."

Little Loki tilted his head, and in the bitter cold wind, he said to Thor:

"So, my elder sister has helped."

"etc!"

Thor's thoughts were a little confused for a moment. He lay in the sled, looking at Rocky who drove the two beasts to advance on the sled, and he said:

"What's going on? Let me first explain clearly, how did you and Little Hela arrive in Jotunheim? You saved me? Where are we going now?"

"We've been here much earlier than you."

Little Loki curled his lips, and he patted the book hanging in chains on his waist, and he said:

"You should have died in the trap set by the snake for you. We saved you. You don't need to ask how we did it. In short, the snake is afraid of the prophecy between it and you."

"The prophecy says that only you can kill the snake, but you will die. I don't want you to die. This is for the sake of my mother, and Little Haila was arranged by Merlin."

Before Rocky could finish his words, Xiao Xiao Haila's dissatisfied voice rang.

While using special tools to apply the final assembly to Thor's prosthesis, the girl shook her buns like a bun, and said:

"To be precise, it was Dum who sent me here. I don't understand what planb and so on, either. Anyway, Merlin had expected the ambush of the snake. He asked Loki and I to hide in the dark to protect you."

"Oh, by the way, it's not that we saved you, but another person who saved you."

Little Haila raised her head and looked at the hazy sky. She saw a ray of lightning lightning in the sky. She said to Thor:

"Look, she's here!"

"she?"

Thor was lying in the sled, trying hard to straighten his head and look into the sky ahead. He saw familiar thunder splashing everywhere, and those rolling lightning sparks formed curved lightning in the air.
To be continued...