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How long ago, Alfheim, the land of elves.

The green trees of the past are covered with hoarfrost, and the dreamlike holy land is now only ice, snow and cold.

The originally clear water surface of Lingyue Lake was covered with a thick layer of ice.

By the lake, hundreds of tents were scattered and set up here, where the Asgard warriors after the first battle were stationed.

Thor squatted by the campfire. He was bruised and his armor was covered with blood and ice.

And lying under him is Loki...

"No, Loki, don't say stupid things!" Thor looked sad, and he held Loki's hand tightly, and there was only ice-cold body temperature on that hand.

At this time, Loki's face was covered with blood, and his battle armor was also broken. His fingers moved, as if he was trying to grab Thor's hand...

"I know my situation...Brother, I can't... any more..." Loki's voice was very weak, and his breath was as faint as a gossamer.

The three warriors on the side, Fandral, the red beard, Hogan the taciturn man, and Sif...

They watched this scene sadly.

The entire camp was littered with the corpses of frost giants, as well as wounded Asgardians.

There were casualties on both sides, and the raid on the frost giant outpost... was a bloody victory.

Thor held Loki's hand harder: "Don't say that...you haven't, haven't fulfilled your long-cherished wish, didn't you always want to destroy the frost giant..."

"That was your long-cherished wish, brother... like father and king..."

When Loki said this, his lips moved, as if he could no longer say the following words.

Sol's heart was getting heavier and heavier, more and more painful.

No matter how skinny Loki was, it was his brother after all, and they had lived together for countless years...the underlying relationship was extremely deep.

Not to mention that this time it was Loki who took the initiative to help him block the sharp ice blade.

He didn't want to lose Loki, he didn't want to lose this relative!

And now,

Family affection is slipping through the fingers between him and Loki...

The operation to annihilate the Frost Giants...

This operation to protect the peace of the Nine Realms...

It was Loki who offered to participate, saying that it was for atonement...

"Loki..."

In Sol's choked words... Loki slowly closed his eyelids.

The sockets of his eyes were already wet, and Sol resisted the tears from falling down—a man never flicks his tears easily!

But in the next second, tears rolled down his cheeks.

...

Just not to the heartbreak.

...

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And in the corner, another illusory Loki watched this scene silently, and he smiled.

"Brother, you can continue to fight with grief and anger, I will slip away first..."

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"Sol... don't be too sad!" Swordsman Fandral comforted him.

He is naturally optimistic, but now he can't laugh anymore.

"There is still a battle waiting for us." Redbeard said.

"We have suffered heavy casualties and need to rest!"

Sif turned around and looked at the Asgard warriors who could be seen everywhere in the camp. They were still wounded, and fighting again would probably be a sacrifice in vain.

The same is true for Sol. It was a tough fight, exhausting him in every way in his prime.

Not only the body is scarred, but also the heart.

"Let's rest for one night, and kill another thousand frost giants tomorrow! Avenge Loki!" Red Beard shouted.

"Sol, you can take off the armor too." Sif said, "The blacksmith we brought will stay up all night to help us repair the damaged armor."

Fandral thought for a while and said, "How about we return to Asgard to rest?"

"The linear energy of the Rainbow Bridge here cannot be irradiated. We have to go back for a long distance, and it will take a lot of time." Redbeard said.

"We're not going back!"

Thor gritted his teeth and said, "We'll sleep here today with the giant's corpse! Tomorrow we'll continue to kill the king's capital! Kill them all!"

As he said this, he suddenly covered his head, and fell to the ground with a painful expression on his face.

"Sol!"

"What's wrong Saul!"

Fatigue and resentment aggravated the injury, and the cold poison had seriously affected his body.

There were too many frost giants, and sometimes he couldn't concentrate under the attack of several giants, and was attacked by giant mages one after another.

Because of this, he was hit by an ice bullet firmly on the head. If his physique was not much tougher than ordinary people, he would have been swallowed by the ice long ago, and he would not have survived for so long.

Frost giants are cruel, cold-blooded, and powerful.

They are by no means unparalleled trash fish, and their individual strength requires several Asgard warriors to barely deal with a 'most ordinary' giant.

Of course, Sif and the three warriors of Asgard are elite-level fighters.

For example, Fandral is a master of swordsmanship, and he can often defeat stronger frost giants one-on-one or even one-on-two.

Thor, the god of thunder, is undoubtedly the strongest force in this operation. He can even kill a frost behemoth alone without too much effort.

He did it before when there was a big disturbance in Jotunheim, killing the Frost Behemoth in seconds by throwing a hammer!

However, one person's power is limited after all, facing the vast siege, Sol will also be exhausted, and if he is not careful, he will be injured.

...

It was night and there were no stars.

The warriors of Asgard had already rested. After experiencing this battle, they predicted that tomorrow would be even more difficult.

Sol lay on the bunk, eyes slightly open.

He's awake, but he needs rest so badly.

Outside the tent, the cold wind was howling. This level of cold was nothing to the original Sol.

But now, with the onset of the giant cold poison in his body, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

"I am... Thor Odinson, son of Odin... the future king of Asgard."

"I must cheer up as soon as possible...or the people of Asgard, the Atrium, they will..."

"It's all up to me to save...I have to...not think about the pain."

"Fighting the cold..."

Thor babbled, battling the cold...he fell asleep.

Dreams are beautiful...

boom!

There was a loud noise in the haze! Immediately there were screams everywhere! What followed was a series of sounds of spells piercing through the air, shouts of killing!

Thor opened his eyes suddenly, and shock burst out of his tired eyes!

There was panic outside...

"Frost giant!"

"Night attack!"

"It's a frost giant!"

Next Thor heard Sif's voice.

"There is an attack! Respond to the enemy!"

Sol, who was not wearing armor, quickly got up, picked up Thor's Hammer and rushed out!

Outside, the sky was filled with hoar frost, the giant beast charged and smashed the tent, and hundreds of Immortal Palace warriors were kicked and flew flying!

"kill!"

Thor shouted sharply, and raised Thor's hammer with the shout! Throw the whole clang at the giant beast!

However, before the hammer could reach the distance, a barrier of ice suddenly appeared halfway!

There was a bang! The flying hammer split the ice barrier, but it lost momentum because of it!

Thor saw it, and it turned out that there was a giant mage standing on the huge body of the giant beast, and his scarlet eyes were staring at Thor viciously.

This is already a regular war, and the frost giants have shown the strength of a regular army.

It is by no means the play house that I played with Sol back then.

Not only that, but the Ice Box has also enhanced the strength of all the Frost Giants.

The screams kept ringing in my ears! A fierce blizzard smashed the Asgard warriors who were standing densely into pieces!

Taking advantage of the situation, the Frost Giants attack with the whole army! Harvesting the defeated life unstoppably!

The earth collapsed and the mountain destroyed the strong man to death!

"Sol, you are finished, the Nine Realms will be our land of ice and snow."

Desperation... Sol's hands trembled from the cold air...

Sif fell, Redbeard broke his wrist, and Fandral's sword snapped.

The comrades kept falling, and a sense of powerlessness arose spontaneously in my heart.

The giant mage stood on the body of the giant beast overlooking everything.

"In a few days, all creatures will die in the cruel cold. Only we who adapt to the cold can dominate the world! And you Sol..."

"It will be a funeral object, forever..."

boom! The loud noise interrupted the words of the giant mage!

A blue light descended from the sky! Instantly smashed through the frost behemoth, and at the same time, the aftermath sent the giant mage flying!

The snow and ice on the ground collapsed! The energy heat wave turned the entire area into a hell of fire! Burn and howl the Frost Giant army that is charging to harvest!

The blue light man! Standing in Hell!

"Who are you!" The giant mage who fell on the ground stared at the naked man in shock and asked sharply!

The light man seemed to turn his head slowly towards the giant mage.

"I am... Evan Jones."