The Death Knell

"The person who can unscrew the can with bare hands is the kind of earth fruit can, right? Ah, this is really a bit high condition, we light elves are not very good at physical work..."

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

"I thought about it, maybe I'm qualified, so let me accompany you? Come on, help me get a can of yellow peach that I exchanged from Warnerheim before, I want to open it with my own hands to the Supreme Mage Look, prove my strength!"

After she finished speaking, she put her two small fists on her hips, raised her chin proudly, and unexpectedly posed the Pose that the Justice League commonly used in the collective appearance of the Justice League without a teacher.

"..."

Correspondingly, the Supreme Mage showed the same expression as the old man in the subway was looking at his mobile phone.

That's right, not all mages come from Kama Taj, and compared with the Himalayan school of martial arts training since childhood, most traditional mages are basically powerless.

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

But if her physical strength is not modified by Chaos Magic, it is the level of an ordinary human girl, perhaps not as good as her sister Polaris.

The situation of Monarch is similar. As a mage, he is very strong and his willpower is absolutely strong, but his strength is the level of holding a submachine gun, and he can't even carry two bases of ammunition.

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

It is impossible for Su Ming to take the Queen of Flowers to the underground, although she should be good as a mage, but to deal with a group of trolls... what mage do you want?

Wouldn't anyone think that among the trolls with brains about the size of a walnut, someone would be able to use super magic that could threaten the death knell?

"Of course your light elves are not good at physical work. If you were good at it, it wouldn't be the trolls who were owed wages for repairing the city wall in Asgard." For the canned performance, he just wanted a guide who had the ability to protect himself and was more daring.

Why is it so difficult? Can't pick out a rough-skinned and thick-skinned one from the light elves?

"Hey, that's right. Speaking of this, I think the trolls are a bit pitiful again." The queen fell down and asked the maids to roll up the huge map and hand it over to Death Knell. She began to hold the braids in her hands. Play: "But I suddenly thought of a suitable candidate. She will definitely be able to help you, provided that if you don't mind if she is an ancient god, I heard that people in the atrium don't like gods very much."

The map is no longer available. Su Ming has never forgotten it, and has written down all the locations of the entrances to each cave.

He took out some self-produced wine as a second gift, and put it on the dining table aside: "Is there still an ancient **** in Alfheim? Why have I never heard of Vishanti 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 honorable name, and she still had a sweet smile on her face:

"Yes, at least she claims to be the ancient **** from the atrium, and we are willing to believe her statement. After all, she and we are friends, she is really very powerful."

Having said this, 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 gestured a big circle:

"A big tree as thick as this, she can bite it off in one bite, it's amazing!"

"Bite off? Is she a Loa god?" Diana has the most say about gods, and she understands when she hears this: "Animal gods generally have the original form in the reality of the earth. What is her body?"

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

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

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

Seeing this, the little squirrel tilted its head and grinned, and shook its tail, showing an embarrassed expression on the mouse's face, looking very cute.

She took out two pine nuts in her small mouth, grabbed one in each hand in her small paw, and walked towards the death knell holding it, as if planning to return the thing and apologize.

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

It's just that the pine nuts were so wet that they were all stained with her saliva, so she couldn't ask for them at all.

"Ratatoskr, are you still pretending to be an ordinary squirrel? Huh? Your title of 'naughty messenger of the gods' is really not wrong, you are really naughty."

The speechless Su Ming shook his head. He didn't get angry over a bag of pine nuts. The key was that this squirrel was Loki's teacher, and he liked to lie and gossip.

She is neither a good **** nor an evil god, but the most troublesome **** of joy.

"You didn't ask what they were called, but it's not too late to know now, by the way, the death knell of the supreme mage from my far homeland, welcome to Alfheim, the country I currently call home, Hahahaha......"

The squirrel stopped pretending, and when she saw the death knell, she called out her name directly, and she didn't want to return the pine nuts, she immediately put the nut back in her mouth, grinned slyly, and talked about the standard London English.

"Actually, if you think about it carefully, you will know that in Ragnarok, Alfheim did not seek refuge with Sithone and Set, nor did he contact me or Angboda. How did it survive? So. "..." Taking out a cigarette to light it, Su Ming crossed Erlang's legs and spoke, watching the red squirrel jump on the table, and then began to stuff the various fruits from the Queen's banquet into his mouth.

Her crop is like a space bag, with a small body, but it can hold countless things in her mouth without affecting simultaneous speech:

"Of course it won't be these nerve-wracking light elves who saved themselves. It was I who bit this 'leaf' from the World Tree. It's so clever, Supreme Mage, but in fact, Alfheim escaped. The time of the World Tree is earlier, when there is a little 'small flame' under the World Tree, I will take it to run, it is the first place in the escape competition, haha."

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

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

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