It's a world shrouded in frost. The gray sky, the white earth, and the continuous snowflakes carried by the whirlwind all year round. The cold wind shouted, and as far as the eye could see, it was covered in silver, and it seemed that the heavens and the earth were frozen.

Michael is standing at the foot of an iceberg, the map with the built-in computer still offline, displaying the words "location failure". But he didn't need that kind of thing to guess where he was.

Jotunheim, one of the nine kingdoms in Norse mythology, is an extremely cold world and a place where the Frost Giants live.

Obviously, after the battle with Malekith, the phase fluctuations caused by the convergence of celestial bodies coincidentally swept him in. He had just happened to be at the junction of the worlds of Watheim and Jotunheim, so he was teleported to this icy and snowy land.

However, phase energy monitoring showed that the anomalous energy index had been reduced to a minimum, and nine large rifts in the sky were rapidly closing. The nine worlds are returning to their original paths, back to their respective locations. It is believed that it will not be long before the nine kingdoms will return to their original positions.

So the problem on the other side of the earth has been solved. It seems that Wanda has lived up to his expectations after all, leading the team to successfully complete the task.

After the battle with the dark elves who harness the aether particles, the energy of Michael's armor has dropped to twenty percent, but the energy is recovering on its own. The vibranium shell was not damaged, but it had been exposed to the weight of the aether for too long, and several modules inside the armor had been damaged to varying degrees, and it would definitely need some repairs when I returned.

But overall, this time it should be considered a success. The convergence of celestial bodies has been stopped, the dark elves have been defeated, and the most dangerous object, the aether particle, has been successfully captured.

It's almost time to go home.

Before coming out, Michael had specially drawn a special spell to limit teleportation in the laboratory, and according to the spell he prepared, there were two chances to teleport people or objects back to Earth across dimensional barriers. His first chance had been used against Miss Jane Foster, and now his last chance was just right to bring him back.

However, the sudden jump from Watheim to Jotunheim's anomalous phase shift caused some minor problems with the technique's positioning, requiring him to make some manual adjustments to calibrate the positioning. It wasn't a complicated operation, and it only took him a few minutes to complete the positioning modification.

It's just that there are some unexpected hiccups in the past few minutes.

The wind and snow seemed to become more intense for a short moment, and three gray shadows appeared behind the ethereal snow curtain and slowly approached. Michael turned around and saw three large ice-gray men walking through the snowstorm. They had white beards, were as big as three icebergs, their muscles were like frozen rocks, and their eyes were red with bad intentions, as if they were looking at everyone with dissatisfaction in their eyes.

The Frost Giant, the native inhabitant of Jotunheim and the main enemy of Asgard.

The three giants, one in front and two on the left and right, surrounded Michael tightly with their huge physique. They bowed their heads, club-like weapons in their hands, and their noses spewed frosty breath, and the expressions on their faces clearly did not look like they were willing to talk.

But it just so happened that Michael also had no such intentions.

Before the three giants could lift their weapons, he raised his right palm and pointed at one of the frost giants standing in front of him. The hedron energy worked, and the armor invoked the strengthening spell at the same time, and the blue pulsing light shot from his palm with a bang. The Frost Giant took over the full power of the Pulse Cannon with his face, and his entire brain shattered like a piece of ice that had been shattered. The cracks spread all over his body in a matter of tenths of a second, and his muscular and skeletal systems shattered like cracked ice, instantly turning into ice slag and shattering all over the ground.

Michael's palm arc light goes out. He swept over the remaining two giants with a blank face. The two frost giants looked at each other and said nothing, but then retreated into the snow and ice step by step with great tacit understanding, and slipped away in a moment.

At least when it was time to slip away, it was witty.

Michael lowered his arm and was about to resume his interrupted work, when the armor's sensors alerted him to someone else nearby.

He activated the infrared scan, and thermal imaging captured four targets above the glacier beside him, close to humans in body temperature and size, and clearly not frost giants. He stopped what he was doing for a moment, raised his head, and his sharp gaze shot straight through the V-shaped eyepiece, as if his eyes were piercing through the flying snow curtain and falling on the four of them.

A few seconds later, the four of them jumped off the iceberg and fell into the thick snow.

Michael recognized the origin of the four men at a glance.

Vostagg, Hogan, and Vandal, known as the "Three Warriors of Asgard", are the most brave and warlike elite warriors in the Divine Domain, and are also the best friends of Thor, the god of thunder. Then there's Sif Sever, the heroic Asgardian warrioress. Not only was this lady Thor's best friend, but she also had a slight inexplicable affection for the powerful Prince of Asgard.

In the Thor 1 movie, when Thor disobeys the orders of his father Odin and insists on going to Jotunheim to challenge the Frost Giants, the four of them follow him steadfastly. Later, Thor was stripped of his powers and demoted to the Atrium, and it was the four of them who disobeyed Odin's will and went to the Atrium to retrieve Thor.

"You're sharp." Sif looked at Michael's armor, "Your armor is very special. You're clearly not a Frost Giant, and you can't be an Asgardian. Who are you? ”

"An earthling, just passing by." Michael said.

"Atrium?" Several people in the Divine Domain looked at each other, with surprise and disbelief clearly written on their faces.

"Incredible. A mortal can defeat a Frost Giant in just one blow...... You're a pretty good fighter. Vostagg, the burly Divine Domain man with a big red beard, commented, "We're just short of manpower, maybe you can help." ”

"Thank you." Michael politely declined, "But I'm sorry, I still have some things to do." ”

"In Jotunheim? Alone? "That's not a good idea, mortal. It's as dangerous as you might think. In fact, we'd better hurry up now, or the giants might find this place......"

"If you're talking about the Frost Giant, I've already seen it."

"You said those just now? No, that's just ordinary frost giants. "They're nothing. There's a really dangerous guy around here, a guy with terrifying power more than you can imagine. If he finds ......"

The Asgardian warriorwoman suddenly paused as she spoke. She stared straight at the snow and ice flying behind her, and saw a solid, huge shadow like a glacier slowly approaching. The heavy footsteps were like tons of iron mallets repeatedly beating on the heavy ice, and the sound gradually approached, and the ice cracked crisply.

The footsteps stopped. The Frost Giant towered in front of several people, holding a battle axe made of clear ice crystals in his hands. The four battle-hardened top Asgardian warriors looked solemn as if they were facing a great enemy, as if fighting the giant in front of them was the most dangerous thing in the Nine Realms.

Michael glanced at the others, and finally his gaze fell on the giant with his head in the sky.

"I guess," he said calmly, "that's the threat you are talking about." ”