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Chapter 232 Have You Made Armors?

Riding a winged pegasus to travel between the stars seems quite new, but it does fit the description of myths and legends, and it also fits with Asgard's style of painting.The four Asgardian warriors flew out from Jotunheim on a flying mount each, and traveled through the dark space. It must be because of the magic of God's Domain that these horses flew so fast in the universe. quite fast.

The back of Michael's armor sprayed out tail flames, maintaining the same speed and flying among the figures of several warriors.He analyzed the status of these Pegasus horses with great interest, and as expected, he detected energy fluctuations unique to God's Domain magic from them.

The results of the analysis unsurprisingly showed that the flying horses were suspended and moved forward with the help of magic.This is a matter of course, this is the cosmic space, and just flapping its wings cannot provide it with the power it needs to move forward.As creatures in the realm of the gods, these Pegasus horses were naturally endowed with the power of magic. Flying spells were like their instincts, and they could be mastered without acquired learning or training.

But these Asgardians who control Pegasus obviously can't think so much.For them, it is a matter of course that Pegasus can fly, and they can fly across the galaxy by flapping their wings, without considering any unreasonable issues such as aerodynamics.

They soon reached their goal.

It was a huge neutron star, radiating a magnificent red light from its core from the inside to the outside.Red streamers rolled in its huge core, streams of flames continuously jumped out like fire dragons.A dark halo surrounds the dying star, and the dwarves live on the halo bathed in ultraviolet light.

They lowered their altitude and flew into Nidaweiler's territory.

They met Eitri, leader of the dwarven kingdom, in the palace before the forge.This is an old man with a kind face. He is short in stature, but he has a stocky build. His big head, which is slightly out of harmony with his body, is placed on his shoulders, which looks a bit ridiculous.He has a big red beard, a big nose, and a buzzing nasal voice when he speaks.

The dwarf king didn't seem very happy to see them.He looked at a few Asgardian warriors, snorted dissatisfiedly, and said, "It's like this again. Asgardians who are high above you, you always only think of us when you need help."

Fandral took a step forward: "Loki has won unprecedented power, and the nine major countries are all facing a common crisis. There is no time to bargain, Etri. Only by working together can we have such a glimmer of hope."

"I don't think so." Yitri held his chin, "Asgard promised to protect us, but now it seems that you don't even understand your own mess. Such a guardian can't do anything. How reassuring it is. Maybe we should also consider changing our position. Considering that you say that Loki is now unprecedentedly powerful and unstoppable, maybe it would be a good choice to take this opportunity to seek refuge with Loki."

"Itri!" Hogan yelled, "Are you trying to betray Asgard?"

Michael watched in silence for a while, then stepped forward, and said to Yitri who was sitting in the chair in a calm tone: "I believe that this is the first time we have met. As an outsider, I can't interfere with anything, as long as I can give you a little suggestion. From my personal point of view, surrendering to Loki may indeed be an option for the dwarves to consider, but that will not change your current status and status. It may even be possible in Loki Under the leadership of such an ambitious king, the situation of the dwarves may only get worse in the future.

But on the other hand, if you generously extend a helping hand to Asgard again at this critical moment, it will undoubtedly be a blessing in disguise for Asgard today.All of Asgard would owe the dwarves a debt that not even Odin himself - especially himself - could deny. "

The king of dwarves narrowed his eyes, and for the first time took a serious look at the entourage who entered the door with the Asgardian warrior.He observed this set of blue and black armor with some interest, and suddenly praised: "This piece of equipment...is quite well made."

"It's my honor to be praised by the top craftsman of the dwarves." Michael replied politely.

"You made this yourself?"

"Yes."

"Not bad, not bad, not bad." The dwarf king paused and asked again, "You just said you were an outsider, so you're not an Asgardian?"

"I'm from the atrium."

"Ha, the atrium. That's a good place, very good." Eitri's rigid and serious expression disappeared, and he smiled kindly, and stroked his red beard, "You are not bad, either. Humans - unlike those haughty Asgardians."

Vostagg was uncomfortable hearing this, and was about to explode, but was stopped by Sif's raised arm.

Eitri's previous remarks were just words. In fact, the dwarves didn't mean to take refuge in Loki at all, and from their standpoint, they also didn't want to see Loki in power.He just expressed his dissatisfaction with the Asgardians who only think of them when they need weapons, and they usually look arrogant and superior.

Eitri looked at several Asgardian warriors: "Is that so? If I help you one more time, this is what Asgard owes us, right?"

"Of course." Sif nodded, "Everyone in Asgard will never forget. The dwarves will be grateful to the Father of the Gods himself."

"Well."

Eitri said, turning to Michael and smiling slightly.

"No mortal has ever been to the forge before. Want to see the weapons we forge?" he said. "The dwarves make the most powerful weapons in the Nine Realms. Interested in seeing them? artisan?"

The dwarf seemed to have regarded Michael as his colleague, and naturally he felt a little more close.

"It would be my pleasure."

"Okay, then come with me." Eitri said, and at the same time, he turned to several Asgardians and gestured, "You can take a look at what weapons you can pick up, we still have quite a few here in stock."

He stood up from his seat and led the way ahead, while turning his head to Michael: "What about you? Young craftsman? What kind of weapons do you want? Just ask, we have all kinds of weapons here weapons."

Michael thought about it.

"Then I would like to ask," he asked the King of the Dwarves, "have you ever made armor?"

(End of this chapter)