"This guy is different from other giants." Sif held his breath, pressed the hilt of the sword, staring at the frost giant that was standing in front of the few people, and said, "He is the giant Imir, the ancestor of the giant, and has terrible power that other ordinary people cannot match. Believe me, mortals, Imir's power is beyond your imagination. You'd better retreat a little first, this is our battle."

The female warrior drew out the long sword, and the blade flashed with a bone-black cold light in the ice and snow. She blocked Michael's sword, as if she really wanted to protect this "mortal".

In her opinion, although this mortal is a bit special, it is absolutely impossible to be an opponent of the giant's ancestor Imir. The Frost Giant is Asgard's mortal enemy, and fighting with the giant is their duty.

Although the Asgardians are often proud and conceited, they never escape when they should come forward. Although Sif knew that the joint efforts of the four of them were probably not the opponent of the giant Imir, even so, she has not forgotten her duty to "protect mortals", which is indeed worthy of admiration.

The only female warrior among the four set an example, and the three Asgard warriors naturally could not be as powerful as ever. The three of them showed their weapons and stepped forward to stand in front of Imir, and set off to prepare for the war. The Asgard warriors were brave and fearless, and even if they faced thousands of troops alone, they could fight to the end.

The giant's scarlet sight swept across the people coldly, and said in a hoarse voice like the north wind: "Asgardians. You shouldn't be here. If you trespass into Jotunheim, you must be able to realize accordingly."

"I think we are enlightened." Vandal raised his sword and pointed provocatively at the giant, "The awakening that beats you all over the ground."

The moment he finished speaking, Hogan rushed forward with a mace, and the hammer with a flamboyant shape swept across the giant's legs. Ms. Sif also drew his sword, and the cold light flashed, like a silver snake leaping out of the nest, heading straight for the giant's right wrist.

Imil hummed with contempt, and a ball of ice gas seemed to be spitting out of his huge nostrils. With a heavy axe, the huge ice blue axe body blocked all the attacks of the two. The sword tip and nail hammer made a melodious and crisp sound on the ice crystal-like axe surface. The three weapons trembled slightly, but there was no crack on the axe surface.

Imil swept the heavy axe, and the strong wind brought countless snowflakes to his face. Sif's sword and Hogan's mace were swept away at the same time. The giant's strange force made both of their arms numb and they couldn't help but stagger back.

The red-bearded Divine Realm warrior Vostag shouted, and pulled out weapons from his side with both hands. He waved a long black warhammer in his left hand, and his right hand was his most beloved iron-headed wooden stick. The two weapons exerted a great power in the hands of the burly warrior, whistling at the giant one on the left and one on the right.

Vostag is huge and even a bit bloated, which makes him less flexible and agile in his own tribe. But in contrast, his power is incomparable to the warriors of Asgard. Except for Thor, Thor, no one in Asgardri can fight against him with strength.

However, it is obvious that Vostag is not a giant after all. No matter how strong he is, he still cannot compare with the giant's ancestor Imil. After only one round of the fight, Vostag fell into a full disadvantage, and he staggered and retreated half a step back, almost unable to gain a foothold. Imil's second axe fell down immediately, and Vostag had to raise his hands to block it. His warhammer and iron-headed wooden stick overlapped and placed it on top of his head. The huge force of the Ice Crystal Battle Axe still made him crook his knees and knees fell down with a bang. His knees were deeply trapped into the snow. The force penetrated his whole body, making his huge skeleton sound like it was fickle.

Van Dal hurriedly stepped forward to help, and Shif and Hogan, who had recovered, quickly joined the battle again. The four brave Asgard warriors occupied four corners to siege the giant Imil. They were all skilled and made exquisite moves. The five fought fiercely, and the swords rolled up a cold whirlwind. Thousands of ice and snow elves wandered in the storm, and the sound of weapons colliding was crisp and melodious.

But the power gap between the two sides was too great, and it could no longer be compensated by skills. After a few rounds, Imil swept the ice axe and slashed the handle of the axe that Vostag was standing in front of him. Vostag suddenly broke his mouth, his weapon broke out, and a somersault fell into the snow.

Next was Hogan Imil, who carried hundreds of tons of powerful force, and with one axe, knocked away the nail in Hogan's hand with one axe. The giant refused to let go and followed with an axe. Fortunately, Hogan reacted very quickly and quickly threw down a rolling refusal, but the back was still cut by the cold axe blade, leaving a deep wound. Jotonheim's cold air rushed into the wound on his back like a flood, stabbing the Asgard Warriors.

Imil wanted to add another axe and send Hogan back directly, but Vandal threw out the flying knife in time and rushed towards the giant's scarlet eyes, forcing the other party to temporarily put down the tempting idea of ​​finishing the knife and turned his head to avoid it. The flying knife drew a shallow scratch less than half an inch on Imil's face as hard as ice rocks, and the scratches recovered on their own in half a second.

But this successfully attracted Imil's attention. The giant hummed angrily, and the axe spun, and when it was used again, it seemed to have increased more than twice as much as it was used. Hogan and Vostager ignored the injuries on their bodies and stepped forward again, but they were only getting more and more embarrassed under Imil's axe.

Although the process seems complicated, it actually only happened in less than twenty seconds. Four Asgard Warriors under the giant ancestor were beaten to retreat in just a few rounds and had no power to fight back. If this continues, they will be wiped out in less than twenty seconds.

Ms. Sif leaned back and avoided Imil's axe. The flying black hair was cut off by a small thigh by the sharp ice crystal battle axe. The blade wind was so close that it made her spine chill. She jumped a little and temporarily withdrew from the battle circle, and the sword was breathing. The remaining three people shouted in unison, shouting out their momentum, but they were still suppressed and unable to repay their hands.

Sif took a breath and turned his head halfway to the "mortal" behind him and said, "He is indeed too powerful, we can't hold on for long. But it has nothing to do with you, mortals. Escape quickly, we can try our best to buy you some time."

After saying that, she didn't wait for the "mortal" to answer, and shouted Jianqing and rushed up again. The female warrior's dark hair was flying under the white snow curtain, and her cool back was shrouded in the cold sword light. There was no trace of fear on her handsome face, but she had a Valkyrie-like demeanor.

But they all knew that the chances of winning were extremely slim.

Until the blue impact light cannon was like a sword unsheathed, piercing the wind and snow into the battle without warning, the goalkeeper in the middle of the battle retreated out.
Chapter completed!