After a while, there was a shout in the distance, and Yang Zheng silently mourned for him.

For the sake of his reputation, I can only work hard for you, who told you to mess with the equipment I made yourself.

At this time, the three of Odin had roughly finished reading the forging drawings, and the three of them looked at each other, and Odin said, "How is it?" ”

Tyr replied: "The materials are acceptable, the only expensive one is Wulu, and the requirements are not much, so I can bear it." ”

Ural said: "We don't know how to forge, let's find a few blacksmiths first and see how difficult it is."

Also, test the specific effect of this thing, and the difficulty of control. ”

Yang Zheng interjected: "The production process is not difficult, and an ordinary skilled level forging master can complete it. ”

When Odin heard this, he said, "Then, let's get it down and test it first." ”

Urel nodded, looked at the cane, and asked, "Second Highness, how does this thing move." ”

The words are full of caution and caution.

After experiencing a sad experience, he was careful about what Yang Zheng made.

After all, the last lesson made him bow for 1,300 years, and sleeping with his wife was no exception.

Although as the god of hunting, he likes bows and arrows, but he is not such a liking method.

Yang Zheng replied: "As long as you don't have direct physical contact, you can hold it with a glove, and there is no danger." ”

Urel breathed a sigh of relief, took a glove from his waist, and picked up the berserk cane.

Yang Zheng saw that the three of them were about to leave, and hurriedly asked, "Brother, this is the end, I got you a legion out!" ”

Odin paused, looked back at Yang Zheng, and said, "Or, these losses, you will pay for them?" ”

Yang Zheng looked around, looked at the camp that had destroyed most of it, and said speechlessly: "I didn't smash it." ”

"Did I smash it?" Odin asked rhetorically with a dark face.

"Ah, Captain, I don't dare ...... anymore," Ken's mournful voice came.

Yang Zheng stretched out his hand and pointed to the direction in the distance, where the voice came from, and said, "He smashed it!" ”

Odin glanced at Yang Zheng and turned around and left directly.

Yang Zheng's hand froze there, and around, a group of soldiers with blue noses and swollen faces looked at Yang Zheng who was throwing the pot strangely.

Yang Zheng scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, revealing the innocent smile of Hainer before, and said with a smile: "That, come more when you have time, I promise to make you better than him." ”

Yang's forehand pointed into the distance again, and he never stopped screaming.

"Ah, don't dare to come, don't dare anymore......"

The sound still didn't stop.

In an instant, the surrounding soldiers turned around in unison and quickly disappeared in front of Yang Zheng's eyes.

Leave Yang Zheng and his eleven guards with bruised noses and swollen faces in place.

"It's his fault, I didn't ask him to take it, he came to get it himself." Young was speaking to his chief of guard, Wilbur.

Wilbur didn't look at Yang Zheng, silently led his subordinates, and began to clean up the mess.

"Cut, don't know the goods, look at how strong Ken is." Yang Zheng said with contempt.

Weber paused and said, "That thing, is it really controllable?" ”

Yang Zheng said disdainfully: "Otherwise, why do you think they are running away with the drawings so quickly?" Now that comes to mind? It's late! ”

Half-loud, Yang Zheng didn't wait for the next pleading, and turned around to find that several people were silently cleaning up the battlefield.

Yang Zheng: "......"

......

Such a boring confrontation with Jotunheim has passed for more than half a year in a flash.

Every few days, the Frost Giants enslave a group of ice beasts to be slaughtered by the Asgardians, cannon fodder.

Originally, there were some Odin who wanted to see what Lao Fei was doing, but because of the berserk cane, he was quiet for half a year.

On the battlefield, even 5,000 people were transferred and quietly went back.

The obvious reduction in the number of people did not make Lao Fei react.

It's just maintained, the frequency of sending cannon fodder like this, and there is no next move, and the two sides have formed a strange tacit understanding.

Perhaps, the reason why the immortal species have a weak concept of time.

Yang Zheng learned that this situation has been maintained for several years.

At first, there were frost giants who came out to mingle, but in the past year, they simply didn't come out.

As for Asgard's attack on the past, it happened three times in the past two years, and as a result, the other party didn't know what was crazy, including Lao Fei, who was desperate.

After that, Odin thought about not caring about it, but Lao Fei dragged the battlefield and didn't end it, and pulled hard.

This is the weirdest battlefield Yang Zheng has ever seen.

For more than half a year, because of the material, I didn't even see a boutique again.

didn't make any strong attributes, as Yang Zheng guessed, attributes must be linked to quality.

On this day, Yang, as usual, entered the forging room and engaged in daily maintenance.

"Wow......"

Suddenly, a baby's cry spread throughout Jotunheim.

The sky seemed to be celebrating its birth, and the goose feather snow was drifting, and the cold wind made the stiff ice plant shake slightly.

Yang Zheng was slightly stunned, what is this? Loki was born?

That's why the Frost Giants don't go to war? No, if Lao Fei is nervous about the birth of his son, why should he start a war, and then drag it out?

Isn't it fragrant to hide and give birth to a baby quietly?

At this juncture, starting a war, and still forcibly pulling it will not end, no matter how you think about it, it's a little weird!

Before Yang Zheng could think carefully about the reason, the entire camp shook as the crying ended.

Yang Zheng came outside, looked up, and his pupils shrank.

Looking through the blood-colored ice field battlefield, in the distance, many frost giants, mixed with countless ice beasts, rushed towards the camp.

Among them, it can be clearly seen that there are no less than ten frost beasts.

Especially the one that took the lead, twice the size of the other frost beasts, and on top of his head, the three-meter-tall Lao Fei was standing on it at this moment.

"Woo......"

At this moment, the sentinel sounded the horn of war.

"Odin!"

A loud roar spread throughout the battlefield.

Furious thunder and lightning, accompanied by dazzling light, slashed like lightning towards the front of the battlefield, and the roaring Lao Fei.

"When."

A crashing sound resounded across the battlefield, and in mid-air, Odin rode a huge white horse, holding the spear, and collided with Lao Fei.

Immediately, the encounter on the ground was also on the verge of breaking out.

Frost, psionic energy, swaying on the battlefield, Yang Zheng saw the cruelty of the ancient battlefield for the first time.

There is no blood boiling in film and television, there is no legendary passion for men, only cruelty.

The strong Asgardians, too, have various stumps and severed arms.

This is a little different from the epic picture he had in mind, a big difference.

Yang Zheng always thought that his heart was black, but at this moment, he realized that compared to the battlefield, he was still a good person.

Turning his head to see that there was a guard beside him, with his fists clenched, Yang Zheng said softly:

"If you want to go, just go! I don't need anyone to guard me here. ”