"This guy is not like any other giant." Sif held his breath, pressed his hand to the hilt of his sword, stared intently at the frost giant in front of several people, and said, "He is the giant Ymir, the ancestor of the giant, and has terrifying powers that no other ordinary person can match. Believe me, mortal, Ymir is more powerful than you can imagine. You'd better step back first, it's our fight. ”

The female warrior brushed the ground and drew her long sword, the blade glistening in the snow and ice with a cold light. She stood in front of Michael with her sword, but it seemed that she really wanted to protect this "mortal" dutifully.

In her opinion, although this mortal was a little special, it was impossible for him to be the opponent of Ymir, the ancestor of the giants. And the Frost Giants are Asgard's sworn enemies, and it is their duty to fight the giants.

Asgardians, though often proud and conceited, never shied away from them when it was time for them to come forward. Although Sif knew that the four of them might not be the opponent of the giant Ymir, even so, she had not forgotten her duty to "protect mortals", which was indeed admirable.

The only female warrior among the four has set an example, and the three Asgardian warriors are naturally not overwhelmed. The three of them flashed their swords and stepped forward to block Ymir's body, taking a stance and preparing for the battle. The Asgardian warriors are brave and fearless, and they can fight to the end even when they are alone against thousands of troops.

The giant's scarlet gaze swept coldly over several people, and he said in a voice as hoarse as the north wind, "Asgardians." You shouldn't be here. If you trespass into Jotunheim, you must be aware of it. ”

"I think we're enlightened." Vandal lifted his sword, the tip of the sword pointing defiantly at the giant, "Knock you to the ground with the consciousness of looking for teeth." ”

The moment he finished speaking, Hogan swung his mace and rushed straight forward, the insolent hammer sweeping across the giant's leg joints. At the same time, Lady Sif drew her sword, and the cold light flashed, like a silver snake out of the lair, straight for the giant's right wrist.

Ymir snorted contemptuously, his huge nostrils spitting out a cloud of ice. With a heavy axe, the huge ice-blue axe body stopped all the attacks of the two. The blade and mace struck the ice-crystal-like axe with a melodious crunch, and all three blades trembled slightly, but there was not the slightest crack on the axe.

Ymir swept away with the heavy axe, and the wind carried countless snowflakes in his face. Sif and Hogan's mace swung away at the same time, and the giant's strange force shook their arms numb, and they couldn't help but stagger back.

The red-bearded Warrior of God's Domain, Vostagg, let out a loud cry and drew his weapon from his side with both hands. In his left hand he wields a long black hammer, and in his right hand is his favorite iron-headed wooden club. The two weapons were unleashed with incredible power in the hands of the burly warrior, one roaring left and one right and slamming towards the giant.

Vostagg's size, if not bloated, makes him less agile and agile than his own kind. But on the other hand, his strength is unmatched by the warriors of Asgard's kind. Except for Thor, the god of thunder, Asgardri has no one who can compete with him.

However, it is clear that Vostagg is not a giant after all, and no matter how strong he is, he still can't compare with Ymir, the ancestor of giants. After just one round, Wostag fell into an all-out disadvantage, staggering half a step back and almost failing to gain a foothold. Ymir's second axe fell on his heels, and Vostag had to raise his hands to block. His hammer and iron-headed wooden clubs were stacked on top of his head, and the force of the ice crystal axe as it fell still shook his knees and fell to his knees, his knees sinking deep into the snow, and the force penetrated his whole body, shaking his massive skeleton as if it were rattling.

Van Dahl hurriedly stepped forward to help, and the relieved Sif and Hogan quickly rejoined the battle. Four valiant Asgardian warriors laid siege to the giant Ymir in four corners, each of them skilled and skillful, and the five of them fought fiercely, their swords curling a cold whirlwind. Thousands of ice and snow spirits swam in the storm, and the sound of blades clashing was crisp and melodious.

But the difference in strength between the two sides is too great, and it can't be made up by skill. Within a few turns, Ymir swept the ice axe and slashed at the hilt of the axe that Vostagg had erected in front of him. Vorstagg's jaw cracked, his blade fell off, and a somersault was planted in the snow.

Next up is Hogan. Ymir slashed obliquely with an axe, carrying hundreds of tons of great force but also skillfully, and knocked the mace in Hogan's hand with one axe. The giant did not give up, and followed closely with an axe while his blade was free. Fortunately, Hogan reacted very quickly, and hurriedly threw down a tumbling dodge on the spot, but he was still cut open on the back by the cold and marrow axe blade, leaving a deep wound. Jotunheim's icy air poured into the wound in his back like a flood, piercing the Asgardian warrior's teeth.

Ymir wanted to make up another axe and send Hogan back to the west, but Vandal threw out the throwing knife in time and approached the giant's scarlet eyes, forcing the other party to temporarily put aside the tempting idea of mending the knife and sideways his head to avoid it. The knife made a shallow scratch less than half an inch on Ymir's face, which healed after half a second.

But this success caught the attention of Ymir. The giant grunted in exasperation, and the axe swirled, and when it was unleashed, it seemed to be multiplied in power. Hogan and Vostagg stepped forward again, ignoring their injuries, only to grow more and more embarrassed by Ymir's axe.

Although the process may seem complicated, it only happened in less than twenty seconds, and the four Asgardian warriors were defeated in just a few rounds under the giant's ancestor, and they were unable to fight back. If this continues, they will be wiped out in less than twenty seconds at most.

Lady Sif leaned back dangerously and narrowly to avoid Ymir's axe, and a handful of black hair flew up from the sharp ice crystal battle axe, sending chills down her spine from the near-range wind. She temporarily withdrew from the battle circle with a small jump, and the pestle sword gasped. The remaining three shouted in unison, and the momentum was shouted, but they were still suppressed and couldn't do it.

Sif took a breath, turned his head to the "mortal" behind him and said, "He's really too strong, we won't last long." But it's none of your business, mortal. Run, we'll try to buy you a little time. ”

After speaking, she didn't wait for the "mortal" to answer, and rushed forward again with a shout. The female warrior's dark hair fluttered under the white snow curtain, her sassy back was shrouded in the cold sword light, and her handsome face did not show any fear, but she had a Valkyrie-like bearing.

But they all knew that the odds were slim.

Until the blue blast cannon was like an unsheathed sword, piercing through the wind and snow without warning and cutting into the battle, the middle of the gate blasted the fighting giant back.

The four Asgardian warriors paused, and all of them subconsciously looked at the "mortal" in battle armor. The blue-black armor walked slowly through the snow, and the calm oppressive force instantly dominated the audience.