The Death Knell

"Are you sure he's alive? How about you hold him and let him smell your armpit?"

In the snow-capped world, there is a small cave. At this moment, a wisp of green smoke rises from the entrance of the cave. The damp wood in the land fire is not fully burned, and there is a spicy smell in the air.

Not long ago, several survivors of the Asir Protoss dug up a coffin in the Asgard dimension of the DC universe. There was a bearded man in the coffin. They thought it was a dead hero, but Thor It must be said that the other party still has breath, and it is necessary to rescue him.

So the group found a small cave sheltered from the wind, lit a fire, and wanted to see if they could rescue him.

Thor tried his best to the bearded man, almost without artificial respiration, but the other's chest didn't rise and fall at all, so Loki asked this question, because in her opinion, even if this man didn't die originally, he was taken The stupid brother deserves to die after rubbing like this for a while.

This is an ordinary human being, can he still live after being raped by a brown bear?

"It must be, I can feel it. Thor didn't give up. He put his hand on the man's naked chest and felt the faint heat: "Ordinary humans only wear a bearskin cloak at minus sixty degrees. Fewer, but he's still alive. And what do you mean by armpits? Wait, kind of makes sense, he's a fighter, he wakes up to the familiar smell of sweat?"

As he said that, Thor raised his arm and smelled his armpits. It smelled like cumin, a spice, slightly pungent to the eyes, but it seemed to be refreshing.

"Uh, when I didn't say, don't smell your armpits anymore, it's disgusting, the question now is how many years has he been buried in the coffin? There is no need to rescue it?"

Loki leaned against the hole, threw a small piece of bark into the bonfire, and watched a cloud of sparks being splashed, she twisted her mouth:

"We came here to find a way to speed up the growth of our world tree, not to teach an ancient human being. Look, he doesn't even have shoes. How can there be a decent person wrapping a pile of broken leather on his feet now? The earth is wandering Hans don't even wear it like this, and they still know how to wear a plastic bag. Let's go, brother, let's burn him as a good deed, and then go to the World Tree.

Loki, who is playing with her nails, is not opposed to saving people, but she is more realistic, knowing that even if she wants to save a zombie, it is still a useful zombie, right?

The man who was fished out of the coffin was wearing a bearskin cloak, a pair of shredded leather feet, and a pair of cowhide pants. There is nothing else besides that, it is truly penniless.

Saving this kind of person doesn't see the possibility of getting rewards at all, isn't it a pure waste of time?

If her mother hadn't supported Thor in trying to rescue her, she would have lost patience and left long ago. Even now, Loki is standing guard with patience, his nose is not his nose and his eyes are not his eyes, and his mouth is full of yin and yang.

But the topic of homeless people he just mentioned suddenly reminded Sif, who was busy using melted snow to heat hot water.

When it comes to plastics, she often thinks of the insulating sheath of the wires as she is often in contact with live broadcast equipment these days, and then she thinks that on earth, people will rescue patients by electric shock and defibrillation.

The near-death man in everyone’s hands seems to have a problem with his heart not beating, and only a little heat left in his chest. In this case, electric shocks will help him, right?

"Thor, try summoning lightning." Sif opened his eyes wide. He walked up to Thor, and then said his plan: "I think the electric stimulation may make his heart beat again."

"Uh, I've used electricity to kill people before, and this is the first time I've used electricity to save people. Are you sure it's okay?" Thor looked at his hands, then at the middle-aged man lying on the ground, a little nervous. Worried, afraid that I will not be able to control the strength of my hands.

"Try it, anyway, if you just turn him into coke, then we can save the funeral." Loki whistled with his head tilted, seemingly indifferent, but secretly put his mobile phone behind his back. I took it out and prepared to take pictures of my brother's murder scene and show it back to the Avengers.

You must know that the Avengers is a team with humans as the main members. They are very sensitive to the relationship between gods and humans. If they see the scene of Thor killing innocent homeless people, stupid brother

Brother will probably be expelled from the team, right? Hee hee...

Thor, who was a little uncertain, looked at his mother, and Frigga, who was resting on a rock beside him, nodded to him. The queen said she could give it a try. She had a bad feeling that it was not the time for everyone to waste time It's time, no matter whether it is successful or not, it is the life of this man. He was originally sealed in an ice coffin and buried in the ground waiting to die, right?

With the approval of his mother, Thor has no psychological burden. He doesn't like to listen to Odin, but he is a good son of his mother.

After losing Mjolnir, Thor realized in the arena on Saka that he was not the **** of hammer or ax, but the **** of thunder, and he did not need any external objects to summon the power of thunder and lightning.

He raised his palm, separated his five fingers, and immediately filled his hand with a strong white electric light. He squeezed the electric light into a ball shape, and then slapped the heart of the man on the ground!

"Cough cough cough!"

The man on the ground bounced up after being shocked by the electric shock, and his bones shone like light bulbs. This was a natural reaction after the high-voltage electricity passed through the human body, but he did sit up suddenly after exhaling a puff of black smoke, as if Like just waking up from a nightmare.

"I'm not dead? Where is this? Who are you?"

The strong man in the bearskin cloak can be said to calm down very quickly, or he has a good impression of the appearance of Thor who is hugging him. He asked three questions in Old Norse.

"Haha! You're alive! I'm Thor, the God of Asgard, this is my brother Loki, my mother, Queen Frigg, and my friend, Valkyrie Sif.

Wiping his beard with his big hands, and wiping off the frost formed by his breathing, Thor held his shoulders with both hands, patted the muscles that were still a little stiff, and laughed:

"Relax, UU reading www.uukanshu.com mortal, we saved you, and we don't need your reward."

"No, I still need it. You want to tell me who you are and why you were buried in the snow in Asgard?" Loki didn't expect Thor to save him. What kind of **** is this? luck? But since that's the case, let's see if we can extract some value from this man, such as intelligence or something

"Look... I have seen Thor, you are not him." The man who was awakened was also a straight man. He denied Thor's identity as soon as he opened his mouth, and then looked at Loki with somewhat terrified eyes: there is also cunning God, he should be the brother of God King Odin, why..."

"Ah, it might be a bit difficult to explain the parallel world to you." Loki walked over from the hole, and she lifted her skirt and squatted down: "Anyway, you just answer our questions, and then wait for God's decision, who will allow it?" You question ours? Be careful I'll kill you.

Hearing what Loki said, the man in the bearskin cloak showed a relieved expression. He felt the familiar chaos and darkness from Loki, so he spoke:

"You are right, my god, then allow me to introduce myself, I am Joel Haraldson, Prince of the Vikings, I was honorably killed in battle with Edwald Olafsen, Went to the Hall of Valor...or so it should have been."