In the rugged hall, a tall old man dressed in armor stood on a high platform with a sword.

He had a full head of white hair and a lush white beard, a golden blindfold covering his right eye, and a blue pupil on his left side that was very sharp, as if it were brewing thunder.

His name was Odin, and he was the god-king of Asgard.

At this time, none of the ministers were there, only he stood with his back to the temple door, looking at the throne in front of him with an inexplicable expression.

"Tread-step-step-"

The sound of footsteps echoed through the hall, and Odin turned his head to look at the comer, a soft expression on his face.

However, the god-king's gentleness was not reciprocated, and Frigga stared at him coldly, as if looking at a stranger.

"What's wrong?"

Odin asked, puzzled, he rarely saw such a resolute expression on his gentle wife's face.

"Odin, has your heart also been calcined in the 'Eternal Flame'?"

"Is it harder than that damn hammer?"

"What do you want to do?"

"What are you doing?"

"You did it to Hela back then, and now it's Thor and Loki's turn?"

"Friggia!"

Odin interrupted his wife's words angrily, his brow furrowed, and his body leaned forward, as if the momentum of the substance was like a toppled mountain.

Suddenly, his eyes caught a glimpse of the crown on Friggia's forehead and the knotted crown of flowers, and the god-king seemed to be distracted, and his surging anger turned into a shock, and he opened his mouth to rebuke and turn into a accommodating defense: "You know, Friggya, Hela is different. ”

"If she becomes king, the entire universe will be buried for her ambition!"

"The king of bullshit!"

For the first time, the elegant and dignified queen spat out vulgar words, and she looked at her husband and shouted like a shrew: "Only you will take that 'iron chair' as a treasure!"

"Your sons too!"

Odin replied with a shudder of his lips.

"So you're going to kill them?"

"How could I do that!"

"So what are you doing now? Don't tell me you don't know about Loki's departure from the Rainbow Bridge?"

"I ......"

"How could you not know! It's your most faithful old dog guarding the Rainbow Bridge!"

"Friggia!" Odin roared, his voice like thunder, "Look at you now, how can you still have a little bit of the demeanor of the queen of gods?"

"Grace can't save my child!"

Frigga gritted her teeth, and the surging divine power surged in the temple: "What did Loki do wrong? Let you Asa Protoss discriminate against him since he was a child?"

"Odin, he is not your child, but he called your father for thousands of years, and you really can't bear to torture him with the pain of boning, forcing him to bear a weight that he shouldn't have to bear?"

"I ......"

"Well, even if your heart is as hard as Edman's metal and as ruthless as vibranium!What about Thor? He's your blood! You exile him, make him suffer, and eventually force him to kill his brother, just to make him the 'king' you recognize?"

"In the end, won't that reckless but good-hearted Thor, that stubborn but generous brother, become the next Hela?"

"Why bother!"

Frigga took a step back, her face full of mockery: "Let Hela out, don't talk about killing her brother, killing her father is not something that needs to be determined to her!"

"You ......"

Odin stood on the high platform and looked at his wife, and Frigga looked at him without showing any hint of weakness.

In the end, the God King reined in his momentum, like an old man who quarreled with his wife for his children and grandchildren, and finally had to compromise, his stubborn attitude was slightly flattering: "I know your feelings for these two children, and I have never doubted that having such an adoptive mother as you is a blessing for Thor and Loki. ”

"Perhaps, some of my actions seem to you to be cold-hearted beastly acts. ”

"But, Friggya, my God, I can swear to you that I never thought of using my two sons for any ulterior purpose. ”

"Loki is the child of the Frost Giants, but like you said, he called me my father for thousands of years, how could I possibly raise him as you think in order to use him to purge the remnants of the Frost Giants and make him the step to the throne of Thor?"

"You dare to say that you haven't thought about it?"

"I ......"

Odin hesitated for a moment, and finally replied lightly: "At least not now!"

"Humph!"

The queen sneered back: "What a touching father-son relationship!"

"No matter what you think of me, this is a level that the two brothers must go through, Thor will learn to take responsibility, and Loki will say goodbye to the past that can only bring him pain!"

"Say goodbye by killing your biological father?"

"No, Laufey will be my own hands, Loki is my child, and I won't leave his life with pain!"

Frigga looked at Odin, and the god-king stared back with a calm expression.

"I hope your words are true, Odin. ”

"Both Thor and Loki want to be a king like their father, you are their role model, don't show it, the so-called king is a villain who cheats on his wife and uses his son, and I look down on you in plain terms!"

"Stump, Tread, Tread—"

Hurried footsteps sounded, and Heimdall, with only one eye left, walked in and fell to one knee.

"Your faithful old dog is here, let's talk!"

Frigga glanced at Odin and the silent Heimdall, and turned away.

As a god, she treated Heimdall, the hard-working gatekeeper of Asgard, with some respect, but as a mother, she longed to banish the abyss from the abyss the man who had been calculating her two sons according to Odin's instructions.

"Odin—"

Seeing Frigga leaving, Heimdall was about to say something, but saw Odin on the other side suddenly change his face.

......

"Huh-"

"Hee-hee-"

"Ahh

...

Loki looked tired and fled through a dense forest with an eerie atmosphere, occasionally dodging the transparent faces that suddenly appeared on the trunks of trees.

They were young and old, rejoicing or screaming.

But every time Loki passed them, the lips of the man's face opened and closed as if he had seen some fragrant food.

At this time, Loki will appear in another place in a flash, avoiding their energy sucking, or channeling the energy in the "Witchcraft Gem" to annihilate it.

Despite the "Witchcraft Gems" as a boost, the over-consumption of the spirit still left Loki stumbling and disoriented.

But he had no choice but to fight his spirits and move in vain in this "spiritual woodland" from which it was impossible to escape.

When it comes to Dormammu, anyone who knows his current situation will say "the dog who lost his family".

That's right, he has been scared out of his guts by Sindra, and even the "God of Trickery" is still suspicious in his heart, if it weren't for the new "Lord of Darkness" looking down on him, maybe he would have licked his face and gone to the enemy.

However, the "reptile that doesn't need to be cared about" is for people of Sindra's level, and the "dog that loses its home all day in fear" is considered by people of Gu Yi's strength.

For Loki or the likes of the Witchheart, even if Dormammu is already a strapped lion or an aborted tiger, it is still not something they can fight.

There may not be much difference in strength, but the vision and combat methods are too far apart.

"Bang-"

Eventually, Loki ran out of energy, his eyes drowsy and fell into the rancid mud of the woodland.

It won't be long before his body becomes one with the mud and becomes nourishment for a new tree that rises from the ground.

And his soul will be imprisoned in the tree forever, and will become a harsh spirit in this realm for Dormammu to drive.

......

"Nice catch!"

In the tavern, Dormammu, who was sitting in a pile of flesh and blood, closed his eyes and sighed that the place where Loki was standing had long since lost the figure of the "God of Trickery".

The brown eyelids parted from the dark blue bags under the eyes, and Dormammu slowly opened his eyes.

In an instant, the smile on his face from the harvest froze, and the scene before him was no longer the familiar tavern, but a solemn temple.

A one-eyed old man with white hair held up the throne and looked at him condescendingly, while Loki, whom he had regarded as bait in his mouth, was leaning on the throne and falling asleep.

"Who are you?"

Dormammu was extremely jealous of the old man in front of him, who had easily covered his own domain with his domain, and was already preparing to flee as he spoke.

"Don't think about running away, Dormammu, you're dead!"

The old man opened his mouth to dispel the luck in Dormammu's heart, and the voice containing anger was like thunder echoing in the temple.

"As for me?"

The old man glanced at Loki at his feet, and his grim expression softened slightly: "My name is Odin, and I am the father of this unsuccessful bastard boy!"

"The 'little game' you forced my son to play just now was very interesting," Odin slowly got up, his momentum was still calm, but it brought great pressure to Dormammu, who was like a great enemy: "Now, let's play with the two of us!"