"Your Highness Beckett, we have arrived."

Watt Alheim, coordinates 213.646, the warships obscured the sky from the dim sky dome, and the people living on the ground raised their heads with surprise in their eyes.

Why did such a strange battleship appear above their heads?

Lost the war?

The people living in this tribe gazed at each other, and they could see a touch of surprise in the pupils of their comrades.

It was one of the most hidden places in all of Vat-Alheim, and unless the army under the command of Malekith had been completely routed, they could not think of any other reason for outsiders to find it.

"An extremely secluded tribe?"

The characteristics of the tribe are exactly the same as Ola said, more elderly, more women, and less prime.

The king of the dark elves, Malekis, lives in this kind of place?

Beckett frowned, jumped down from the hatch, and landed firmly at the door of the tribe, followed by Hela with a black sword as a buffer, and his long inky hair fluttered, making everyone in the tribe instantly vigilant.

"Daughter of Odin!!

Hela's group, who had already made a name for themselves in the War of the Nine Realms, were naturally no strangers, even if they hadn't been out in contact with the outside world for a long time.

"Malekith, get out." Ignoring the group's bewilderment, Beckett crossed his arms around his chest and looked around, his neutral voice making everyone in the tribe look at each other.

What's that?

Malekith?

If the representative of the radical faction dared to live here, they would dare to make him feel the pain of a thousand cuts in a minute.

"Malekith is not here, this is the resting place of our Dark Elf King, please excuse you, no, it should be you, get out of here quickly."

"Otherwise, you will bear the consequences."

The only five middle-aged men in the entire tribe looked at each other, and the leader immediately raised his spear and warned Beckett.

"What did you say?"

Beckett tilted his head and said, "The Other." ”

"Yes! His Highness Beckett! The Other holding the scepter on the battleship waved excitedly, and then kicked Ora who was tied up next to him.

Walk you!

Boom!

"Ahem...... cough cough cough ............"

The smoke and dust were billowing and Ola, who had fallen and squatted on her ass, locked her eyebrows in pain, but was picked up by The Other and brought to Beckett's face, saying, "Don't pretend, I obviously kicked your stomach, why do you hold your ass and shout?" ”

"You-"

"Ora?!"

Angry, Ora's eyes widened, and before she could speak, a powerful arm locked her throat with the familiar breath she had.

"Ora!"

The middle-aged man who had obviously recognized his own person, Ora, had a fierce face, and in the black mist, the black and silver armor had already covered his body.

Shout!

The waves of energy that emerged from Beckett's fingertips pierced the middle-aged man's chest, shattering the well-made armor to the ground.

"Is this your confidence?"

Beckett, effortlessly, grinned and grew stronger, admiring Ola's struggling face in his hands.

"It's really sad."

The coldness in the corners of Beckett's eyes became more and more intense: "Pin your hope of salvation on a bunch of waste." ”

"Enough, young man."

A peaceful energy emerged from the tribe, and as soon as the words fell, Beckett only felt that his hand seemed to be being slapped by a wave of energy, and subconsciously let go of his five fingers, and Ola landed and was able to breathe.

"Leave here, I can act as if nothing happened."

The dying voice, the senile body of the dragon bell, and the old man who appeared at the gate of the tribe on crutches made Beckett extremely vigilant.

He felt threatened.

"King?!"

"King, why did you come out?!"

The expressions of the four middle-aged men, who didn't have time to be angry, suddenly changed color, and hurriedly protected the old man's body.

"King? Does Malekith really look like this? ”

Hearing this, Beckett subconsciously compared to the Phantom of Malekith who had appeared in Asgard's residence earlier, and there was no resemblance between the two at all.

"Don't look at me, I don't know who he is." Hela, who was also puzzled, replied coldly.

"I'm an Asgardian, not a Watt Alheim."

"You, you should be the little girl that Odin brought with him back then, time, how fast time flies...... Ahem............"

The old man's gaze looked at Hela, and then he clutched his shriveled chest and coughed as if an old wound had recurred.

"You are?"

"He's the real king of our dark elves, and that guy Malekith is just a villain who has seized power and usurped the throne after recovery!"

Ola, who had finally regained his strength, stood up, her purple eyes full of anger at Malekith. The words that came out of his mouth made Beckett raise his eyebrows in surprise: "Interesting. ”

"Is it a drama of a change of power?"

"Young man, Ola will bring you here, I think it must be because you have shown what she thinks is good enough to defeat Malekith...... Ahem...... But, trust me, you'd better get out of here. ”

"Malekith of Watt Alheim is about to make a real comeback. The entire Nine Realms will be plunged into darkness and reduced to a paradise for him alone, and no one will be able to stop him, including Asgard, including Odin. ”

The old man coughed, an unhealthy flush appeared on his weather-carved face, and the uncontrollable spurting of blood sent the crowd scrambling.

"No, King, this man can easily defeat Verruz, who has become the god of death and battle, I have seen it with my own eyes!"

"King, he will be able to defeat Malekis." With his back to Beckett, Ola knelt down on one knee in front of the old man, and respectfully stated his conclusions.

"The god of death and battle?" After listening to Ola's description, the old man smiled and shook his head,

"The real name of that tyrannosaurus is the Dark Battle Death Dragonmon, and it is not a legendary god, but a combat weapon cultivated by the dark elves in ancient times."

"It's just a biological weapon that can be mass-produced."

As the king of the Dark Elves second only to Malekith in age, he has always been eager to lead his people to develop peacefully, and has single-handedly cultivated twelve high-end combat forces to maintain the status of the Dark Elves in the royal family of Vat Alheim, and the old man once owned one when he was a child.

It's a pity that in the end, because he didn't cultivate well, he starved to death not long after he broke the shell.

"Young man, you don't belong to this world, there is no need to lose your life here for no reason, so, get out of here."

After admonishing Ola, the old man leaned on crutches and looked at Beckett, who had been watching coldly.

"What's your name?" Beckett's eyes narrowed, and suddenly interested.

“Zion。” The old man coughed and gave his name.