This flame version of Amora is obviously the leader of all the flame demons in this entire space, and it should be equivalent to the core of a squad. Michael slashed away with a sword, severing the illusion of fire trapped in Amora's body, and Amora herself fell down like a puppet with a broken string. All the flame demons also dissipated one after another, and the flames were extinguished one after another, and the hot scene seemed to be quiet in an instant.

Amora was dazed, and her whole body was in a state of confusion. She had been in a state of possession until the demon that had taken over her body was dispersed, and she was slowly recovering.

It was as if her consciousness had sunk into a murky body of water, and someone was calling her name from the water, and the voice was cold, like a command.

She felt like a force had lifted her out of the water unreasonably.

"Witch, wake up." Michael said indifferently.

Amola opened her eyelids heavily, her mind blank for about two seconds, and then she realized her current situation. Her hands and feet were bound by golden chains, and her body hung in the air. The armored Earth Mage was standing in front of her—it was clear that the four chains were his spells. The bearded man standing beside him, Amora, also knew, and she knew that the man's name was Strange, the new Supreme Mage of Earth.

The first second of consciousness was restored, and the hot pain followed. Amora gritted her teeth and subconsciously looked down at her left waist. She had a deep sword wound on her waist, about five centimeters long, but surprisingly not oozing blood.

A hemostatic spell. It could only be that the mage in front of her stopped her bleeding.

Amola kind of remembered what had just happened. She remembers being controlled by demons and seeing the light of day for countless days. She fled to this place by mistake to survive, but for the next thousand days and nights she prayed that she would die.

Only now, she has finally regained her freedom and miraculously escaped the clutches of demons.

Since she wasn't in control of her body during the battle, she only had sporadic memories of the battle she had just made. She vaguely remembered the other party's sword, and her hazy instinct made her think that she was about to be freed......

But she didn't die.

Because the other party left his hand.

“...... Why? Amora asked as she calmed her breath.

yes, why? They're enemies, aren't they? She had teamed up with Loki to rule the entire Nine Realms, and it should be considered the enemy of the entire Nine Realms......

"Don't get me wrong, I just need intelligence." Michael said lightly, raising his palm, pointing the pulsed light cannon in his palm at Amora, "Because there is no one else here who wants to speak except you." I need to know what this place is and who made you like that? What are their intentions for the planet? Honestly, don't try to play any tricks, or ......"

"This is the 'Land of Fire'." Amora replied calmly.

Michael motioned for her to continue.

"Musberheim, the land of fire, a place that is taboo for Asgard. The ruler here is Surtr, a demon with so much magic that even Odin himself fears. ”

Amora's tone changed visibly when she mentioned the name, and her body trembled subconsciously, as if she was really frightened by this demon.

"He has a sword called the 'Twilight Sword', and Surtr will only exert his greatest power when he wields that sword, and even he will not be able to win or defeat against the current Odin." "Thousands of years ago, Asgard spent a great deal of money to stop Surtr's invasion, after which Odin sealed the Fire Lands and handed the Twilight Sword to the craftsmen of the Dwarven Lands for safekeeping. But not long ago, the seal was broken, and Surtr regained his freedom, and the first thing he did was to attack Nidavel and take the Twilight Sword from the dwarves.

A wizard who taught me spells told me that Asgard had a thousand-year-old prophecy, and the most important one. 'Ragnarok', the fate of all gods who cannot avoid the fall in the end, and no one is immune. And the wizard told me that the arrival of Ragnarok was marked by the return of the Land of Fire and the revival of Surtr. ”

Michael frowned: "You said that this seal has been going on for thousands of years, so why has it been broken now?" Who lifted it? ”

“...... It's me. Last time and that ...... When that Earth Witch of yours was fighting, my teleportation spell went wrong. I was unexpectedly sent here, and since then I have been a pawn of Surtr and have done a lot of things for him. Amora looked up and looked at him feebly, "I guess it's time for you to kill me, right?" ”

Having said that, she was surprisingly calm inside.

Amora didn't even bother to use her proud charm in vain, trying to arouse the other party's pity and cherish the jade, so as to escape. Because she knew it wasn't necessary. Because she already knew exactly what kind of guy she was, even if all the men of the world—and the gods—were captivated by her charms, only this man would be indifferent.

And she is not unwilling. For countless days and nights, her only desire was to die, and before she died, she could finally regain her freedom for a short time, and feel her own existence for a short time, as if there was nothing to regret.

Speaking of which, this life was originally saved by the person in front of him anyway, and it doesn't seem wrong for him to take it away. She didn't hold the slightest grudge against the Earth Mage, but was grateful that he had not only given her relief, but also made her feel free again after a long time before she died.

Amora closed her eyes softly, silently waiting for the end of her sinful life.

But the next moment, she felt the restraints on her hands and feet suddenly loosen, and the whole person fell back to the ground unexpectedly.

Amola clutched the wound on her waist and opened her eyes in surprise to look at the other party. Michael had already turned around, turned his back to her and said lightly, "Hurry up." ”

"Why ......???"

"It's a return gift, for the information you just provided." Michael waved his hand, "But if you dare to make trouble under my nose in the future, you will want to be killed by me now." ”

In fact, it doesn't matter if she has any bad ideas in the future, Amora is nothing to Michael today.

"Let's go." He repeated without looking back, his eyes staring straight at a point in mid-air, "While you can still walk." ”

Amola was suddenly startled, and seemed to understand what he was referring to.

A pair of huge eyes appeared high in the air, looking down condescendingly, bringing an imperial oppression. A majestic voice echoes dullly through the space: "Dare to trespass into my territory, very bold, human. But are you prepared to pay the price? ”