The forks of the giant canopy of the Sacred Tree Broccoli Warriors form powerful fists that can knock a dryad away with just one punch when standing in the middle of the battlefield.

The dryad formed by the thick roots of the trees grinned widely, waving its arms made of sharp branches, and kept invading here, but the broccoli of the sacred tree smashed down with a punch first, and swept across with its right arm, and the three dryads who had just pounced were thrown into the distance.

The other arm grabbed the root of a slender dryad, slammed it on the ground, then slashed it like a weapon, and in an instant it was full of flying branches, shaking leaves, and screams of the dryads.

After the zombies were almost cleared, the passage to the pond and the cemetery was also opened, and several soldiers divided into two groups, each in charge of different areas, began to collect light as fast as they could.

Near the pond is the territory of the garden goblins, this group of guys is short in stature, and their combat effectiveness is not high, but the most troublesome thing is that they will make holes, and once they are approached, they will immediately burrow and escape, and the speed is so fast that several people can't see clearly.

And Clarke, who flew into the sky, found that the group of little ones had already covered the entire garden front yard while they had dealt with the skeleton zombies before, and were digging the roots of the hall defenses at this time.

This certainly can't be solved with cabbage, because garden goblins are actually much smaller than cabbages, and it's not realistic to bombard them with wheat, because it would hurt their own defenses.

Although the cloak can get in, the space is too small for it to be used in it, and no matter how much Strange persuades, it is not willing to go in, although the dung beetle can also get in, but its body structure is really not suitable for fighting, and it will be beaten in the face of hundreds of garden goblins.

Everyone, look at me, I look at you, I really didn't expect that this seemingly least threatening guy turned out to be the most difficult to deal with, but at this time, Schiller beckoned to everyone and said.

"Get out of the way, there's a guy waking up."

"What ......"

As soon as Bruce asked, he turned his head and saw a huge vertical pupil staring at him coldly, and an incomparably large snake-headed phantom appeared in mid-air, blocking the door of the front hall, constantly spitting out letters.

"Jörmungard?" Strange exclaimed tentatively.

The big snake Jörmungard snorted coldly, and Strange looked it up and down, and found that this guy was really living a good life with Schiller, his body was full of energy, and his body was more than three times larger than before.

Legend has it that Jörmungad is an earthly python coiling around the earth, but if it wants to eat like this again, it will not be a problem to coil around the sun.

But now the size was useless, so Schiller pointed to the ground, and then to the hole of the garden goblins, so that Jörmungard would be a little smaller and burrow into it to eat the goblins.

Strange had planned to see the excitement, because he knew that this ancient magical creature was the same as a cloak, and he didn't like to be sent in the first place, and he was very disgusted with being weakened and smaller.

It is their biological instinct that drives them to always show their most powerful side to prevent being devoured by other powerful beings, as the ultimate villain in mythological stories, the earthly python is probably sicker than a cloak.

As a result, Jörmungard didn't say anything, but turned into a small snake that was no more than high on its feet, and swooped into the hole.

Jörmungard recognized Schiller's now ascending personality.

It is also to be said that one day Jörmungard, who had slept after eating enough, woke up with cramps and fell directly from the top of the tower to the ground.

Then it noticed a hole in front of it, which looked dark, and Jörmungard was a little curious, so he got into it.

The serpent went in vertically, and when it came out, it had already become a segment.

It was still greedy to feed a large wave of energy like a first aid to save him, and from then on, Jörmungard saw that any Schiller who came out of the ground ran with his tail between his legs.

I can't run and close my eyes and pretend to hibernate, although it's not cold in the tower, but the snow drifts into my eyes.

It turns out that the body structure of snakes is very suitable for hunting in small places, and the little goblin that is not much taller than the human foot is like a mouse to it, opening its mouth and chewing it crunchy.

Originally, Jörmungard came out of necessity, but when it ate the first goblin, it found that this thing was actually made of energy, although it was not as pure as the energy that greed stuffed it, but it also had a different flavor, and it was a delicious snack.

In the past few years that Jörmungard has lived in Schiller's Thinking Tower, he will be sleepy when he is full, and he will be hungry when he wakes up.

After discovering that the goblin tasted very good, Jörmungard's subjective initiative was fully mobilized, and he crawled along the narrow cavern, and saw any glowing creatures in a mouthful, and the garden goblins who were still dredging the tunnels were chased and fled.

As an earthly python, Jörmungard's beastly instinct was also aroused, and the faster the prey fled, the worse the cry, and the more delicious the food in its mouth, the more its blood boiled.

If it weren't for the family's classification that hindered the special effects, Jörmungard would have entered a red-eye hunt by now.

A group of goblins screamed and were driven to the ground, but the ground was not very peaceful, and the sacred tree broccoli and the dryad were inseparable, and a piece of dust from their battle fell on the head of the garden goblin, a comet, and it was smashed and squeaked.

Seeing that there was nowhere to hide, the garden goblins could only run towards the hall, because they were too small for Pamela to stop them from the vines and ice wheat, and they burrowed directly through the cracks in the plants.

Once in the hall, they began to dance and bark, and the panther looked to the side, and the lion stepped forward and began to communicate with the garden goblins through roaring.

The goddess hippo acts as an interpreter in the middle, and it takes a few people to figure out that the garden goblins are the natives of the garden, and the skeletons and zombies outside want to rob their homes, and they think that these humans are also the same invaders, so they will deal with them.

Now the elders of the garden goblins are asking the humans to help them reclaim the land, and as a token of their gratitude to them, they are willing to tell the humans the secrets of the mansion.

Clark immediately nodded and said, "I see, they don't have much ability to resist anyway, we might as well ......"

But Bruce slowly narrowed his eyes.

"Have you ever seen a cartoon with a plot like this? The protagonist makes many good friends along the way, and at the last critical moment, either the key to open the door is lost, or the escape route is cut off, and then the protagonist's team discovers that there are traitors among them. ”

"You're a little too dark, aren't you?" Stark looked at him and said, "Although I know you're Batman too, it doesn't make sense......"

"As long as we are not blind, we can see that we are hostile to the zombies and skeletons outside, so why would they destroy our defenses?"

"And even if they don't come to us, we've almost wiped out the skeletons and zombies, and if their desire is to take back the garden, then it's best to hide back in their homes and wait for the good news of victory, why don't they do it?"

Stark and Strange looked at each other again, and their expressions could be summed up as "It's so dark for you DCs to come".

"Drive them out to the backyard". Bruce winked at Diana, who immediately pulled Clark away.

Strange didn't have a good impression of the non-human creature either, and a glow of magic exploded in front of the garden goblins, who screamed and ran towards the back door.

The pond is also going well, just now the animal god vulture has flown over and put a large amount of macrophyllous algae into the pond, in addition to dealing with the goblins on the ground, it also solves the kraken lurking at the bottom of the water.

Before the kraken, with its long mermaid tail and sharp teeth, could float up and hypnotize everyone with its singing, it was caught in the body of the macrophylla and thrown up a large windmill, and when it floated up, it was already belly up, like a dead fish.

The Divine Tree Broccoli is also basically successful, and the size gap between the two parties is still a bit too big, and the giant dryad is basically not the enemy of broccoli.

And the one who contributed the most in this battle was, of course, greed, and he did not go out to fight, because he had more important things to do, and that was to hold down the arrogance of wanting to go out and take a look.

If this makes arrogance float, the whole battle may be the opposite of family carnival.

As more and more enemies were destroyed, and more and more points of light converged on the statue area, Walt Disney's face became clearer and clearer, and Schiller even smiled at him when he saw the statue of this man.

When- When-

The bell tower of the mansion rang again, and the ghosts that appeared first converged towards the center of the garden, and everyone thought they would attack, but when an inexplicably sad song rang out, everyone's eyes quickly passed a blurry black and white picture.

Chicago in 1909 resembles a faded and yellowed old photograph of two young boys in plaid shirts and bibs and black berets riding bicycles to deliver newspapers to their neighbors.

They competed to see who rode faster, and the one who lost had to tell a ghost story, and the thinner boy didn't beat his brother, so he told a ghost story in front of the neighbor's mailbox.

"There's a big haunted house on the south side of Florida, we call it Ghost Manor, and it's home to the ghost owner, Mrs. Ghost, their sons and daughters, and the ghost guard Stard.

One day, Mr. Grayson's family, who were not well off to pay their debts, bought it, and on the first day they came, at three o'clock in the morning, the bell of the bell tower rang......"

The young boy's voice gradually matured, and then grew old and thick.

"I never told Roy that I didn't hear that story from my neighbors, I made it up myself."

"In that story, the big garden in front of the ghost manor became the most haunted place, because I had gone to the rich area to repair the lawn for the owner of the manor, so I knew what their garden looked like, and the real details I depicted scared my brother."

"I was just happy at the time, and this desire to tell stories grew in me, and I thought stories were just stories, until I had the ability to bring them to life."

"I started envisioning a huge fantasy world that would be much bigger than the Disneyland I had built in California, where I would hold a generation's childhood memories and I could tell them all my stories."

"Even after I die, these funny stories will be passed down by word of mouth through my parents, bringing joy to generations of people."

The quiet narration turns into a sigh of slightly regret.

"It wasn't until the end of the day that I realized I might not be able to see the park open, and I knew I had to prepare."

A gentle breeze blew open the windows of the hotel, and the dark clouds outside the windows dispersed, leaving behind a clear blue night sky.

Half-asleep and half-awake, Loki grabbed his long blown hair with his hand, and stood in front of the window and asked a little dazedly.

"Who are you?"

When he awoke, he suddenly realized that he had asked the same question by standing in front of the window in Asgard's fairy palace, and that the person who answered him at that time was Loki, the god of stories.