Watheim, the hometown of the dark elves, also helps you, Asgard's first emperor, personally lead the army to fight the dark elves.

But now, this place has become a barren land, a deadly place with a broken life, only the deserted land and the wreckage of warships everywhere are silently telling the great war that was related to the future and destiny of the entire universe.

But today, this forgotten place that has been unwelcome for millions of years suddenly welcomes two special guests. Ah, this may be inaccurate, it should be said that it is the two travelers who have returned home. They are Malekis, the king of the dark elf, and his confidant subordinate, Agm, whom he regards as brothers.

Malekis had been wandering aimlessly on this coking land for a long time. Agm had been following him quietly, and did not disturb Malekis. He knew that the king needed time to immerse himself in sadness.

After a long time, Malekis could no longer hold back the pain in his heart. He bent down and grabbed a handful of the scorched soil, and said with grief and anger, "Look at what I have left behind, Agm. I can hardly remember the things that happened before the light."

There were countless casualties in the bloody battle in a thousand years, but nothing was achieved. The great cause of the race was far away, and the hometown was turned into scorched earth. The homeland... The ether particles should still be there, and the homeland could not bear to look back at the bright moon. Any talented and stubborn king would probably be resentful of such things.

Agm walked to his king and put his hand on his shoulder to comfort him, "The continuation of our race is the greatest wealth you have left."

No matter how he looked at it from others, in the eyes of the dark elves, Malekis has always been a competent king, even though he brought his people into a desolate and terrifying war back then.

But that war was not to satisfy his personal forgetfulness and greed. It was the long-cherished wish of the entire Dark Elf clan!

All the dark elves condensed their ambitions and wishes together and entrusted them to an extraordinary person to realize it, and that person was their king, Malekis. So they would not resent Malekis at all for provoking this war.

Even in the final stage, when the war-losed race approaches extinction, they can still understand that their king has tried their best. There is no way, and no one can do well, and can avoid such tragic fate. The universe has entered the light, and dark creatures will have nowhere to hide, and they have no way to live.

But Malekis, still in that desperate moment, so he found a way out for his tribe. He used ether particles on himself and his tribe members.

Since the Dark Elves acquired the etheric particles, they have always used this treasure as a weapon and a tool for their long-cherished wish to overcome the enemy and realize their long-cherished wishes.

Therefore, the power of this treasure is usually only used on the enemy. Turn the enemy's armor into a picture that can be broken with one poke, and turn the enemy's weapons into toys that can only shoot soap bubbles.

But in the last moment of danger, Malekis took a different approach, using etheric particles to rewritten his own reality.

In a very short period of time, the damage suffered by oneself and the unfavorable reality, including death, were transformed into illusion, and then all the favorable delusions such as attacks and survival that did not exist were transformed into the present world. Being able to control the gap between illusion and reality can be regarded as the final fantasy of oneself.

"I want the Asgardians to taste the hardships we have suffered. I want to regain the etheric particles, I want to restore our world, and I want to end this universe poisoned by light." Malekis suddenly broke out and made a great vow.

Although they survived by chance, their tribe's treasure, the ether particles, were taken away and sealed by the Asgardians. For countless epochs, they could only float around the universe like ghosts, and dared not make any sounds. They were just a group of homeless ghosts.

Now, the etheric particles reappear, and the energy wavelength it emits awakens the dark elves from their long sleep. They know that the time for revenge is up, and the suffering they suffered will be returned twice as much as possible, and this time, they must realize their long-cherished wishes.

But unlike the dark elves who worked hard here, Asgard still looked like a peaceful and peaceful person.

This almost made Evanson think that Odin turned a deaf ear to his advice. The Asgardians had been in peace for too long and turned a blind eye to the coming crisis. Until he saw that the army that had to be gathered in the name of Huicao was constantly practicing.

"So it's loose on the outside and tight on the inside..." Because Evanson was the supreme French messenger, Odin allowed him to move freely. So he wandered around the Golden Palace. One day, he came to a balcony of President Gao and suddenly discovered these troops on the training ground, and then he understood what Odin was thinking.

You can't be bothered by governing the country, if you are upset, you will be confused. Odin did take Evanson's advice to heart, but he could not order the whole country to prepare for martial law. Because although this matter is very likely, it is only possible. If he issued a martial law order easily, nothing happened in the end, what would this make him majesty?

It would be better to pretend that nothing was happening and gather the elite troops of Asgard in the name of convening the assembly and shocking the countries. This would not create a too tense atmosphere, nor would it panic when something really happened.

"The God King is the seeker of truth, and his wisdom is not something we can guess." Sif has been following Evanson for a while. First, sending this crown prince to accompany Evanson can demonstrate Asgard's hospitality. Second, letting Thor's external thinking circuit continue to follow, and it may not be meaningless to monitor.

But Sif didn't seem to have completed these tasks well. As long as there was no one next to him, Evanson, she took out the book called meniscus and kept reading it, and asked some questions from time to time, "Look at what's going on with this one? When the King of Qin first met for a long time, he was handsome and heroic in men's clothes, not the same as ordinary women..."

These days, Sif has been fascinated by those two books, and is amazed that the people on earth are so wise that they can cause such troubles in such a little bit of trouble. However, she still disagrees with many places, such as the one just now.

He was handsome and handsome in men's outfit? Sif lowered his head and looked at it. Isn't this outfit still heroic and handsome enough? If he was a little more masculine, Thor probably wouldn't regard himself as a friend, but as a friend.

Brother? Before Evanson could answer, Siff suddenly started to think about it. She suddenly remembered a serious prisoner locked in the Asgard dungeon, the relationship between that guy and Thor... If he really became a buddy, he might have a greater chance...

Well... no. Sif looked at the armor he was wearing again. This was the armor that perfectly showed his lines. It was still a little more feminine. If you have the chance, change to a more masculine armor, at least you have to change your chest to a flat one...

But Evanson didn't know how much he had done in a vast distance. He was just staring at an army off the field and felt strange.

The army was simple in armor, and its weapons were all long staff engraved with runes, but they were full of evil spirits, with their eyebrows raised and their eyes standing there, not participating in any exercises. So he asked Sif curiously, "What's going on with that army? They seem to be different from others?"

"That..." Sif just looked over there and stopped looking at it. "That's the Furious Legion, with a good strength, but can only be used as cannon fodder."

"Oh?" Evanson was a little confused. Why did he still have to be cannon fodder? Shouldn't those weak people be cannon fodder?

"As the name suggests, once they enter the state of combat, they will be out of control and cannot even line up the minimum military formation, so they can only be regarded as cannon fodder." Sifs stretched his shoulders and explained, and at the end, he even said with some disgust. "Besides, they are all guys who have reached the sky in one step. The brutalist legion is all people who are engaged in low-key karma or are made up of prisoners of sin. They have no combat power. It is just because the magic sticks in their hands have stimulated their full potential, which makes them have some strength, so it is not a pity for these guys to die."

Of course, prisoners who practice lowly karma are much more common than soldiers who have been practicing martial arts since childhood. Therefore, even if the rioters have suffered heavy casualties, as long as a group of strong men come and put on a cane, they will be fully fed immediately. Therefore, their casualties are indeed not worth a pity. Moreover, the shortcomings of their loss of control and inability to form military formations in battle have led to them being really cannon fodder for forcing the enemy's defense line.

"They will be sent out today to act as the first line of defense to resist the enemy." Sif said expressionlessly.

"Extraordinary?" Evanson was stunned. He really didn't expect that Odin would transfer his army outside at this time. "Is this appropriate time?"

"Hmph." Shif smiled contemptuously, "The father of the gods is in charge of the Golden Palace, and the patron saint Heimdal is stationed outside. Can anyone still move martial arts in Asgard?"

"Asgard is very strict, so if foreign enemies want to invade, they must first attack other kingdoms as springboards. For millions of years, no enemy can directly attack the Golden Palace."

Empiricism kills people! Evanson opened his mouth and was about to say something, but he finally swallowed it back. Odin had already made up his mind, so he would not change it easily because of his own words. And he insisted on breaking out the attack route of the Dark Elves. The first sentence of the person must be asking you how you know? How did you answer at that time? He said that he calculated it by observing the celestial phenomena at night!

Moreover, now we are just transferring the Furious Legion, and Asgard's royal guards are still in their original positions, and now they are all secretly trained. The Golden Palace has a golden bell cover that is known as invulnerable to swords and guns. It is probably not that easy for the Dark Elf to invade.

"Oh, you're here." A voice suddenly interrupted Evanson's thoughts afterwards.

After Evanson heard this voice, he immediately saluted himself, and Sif bent down at the same time to "King of Gods."

The visitor was Odin. He saw him walking towards this side and waved his guard back. Even Sif went down with him, which showed that he had some secrets to tell Evanson.

"How do you think of my army?" Odin walked to the balcony and asked casually.

Evanson naturally also specialized in choosing good things and said, "There are fierce generals, soldiers are like rain, swords and guns are like forests. This army is unparalleled in the world."

"Yeah." Odin seemed quite satisfied with these words and nodded absent-mindedly. "I suddenly thought of something and wanted to ask you."

"May I ask," Evanson said.

"I have parted with the Supreme Master in the past for more than a thousand years. She has never sent anyone to serve as an envoy to Asgard." Odin turned around, and a light appeared in his single eye. "I don't know how many major events happened during this period. She never pissed me off, but although the dark elf incident this time is important, it is still illusory and unspeakable. She sent you here. It should be because she has other intentions, right?"

"What does the king mean?" Evanson didn't understand why. He was just pulling up the tiger skin to make a big banner. He probably didn't know until now when he came to Asgard. What's the point?

"My deadline is coming!" Unexpectedly, Odin suddenly let out this sentence, which shocked Evanson directly and sweated coldly. "In the eyes of some people, this matter is probably no longer a secret. The Supreme Master's ability to be able to meet me again, so she should know it too."

She knew nothing! In Gu Yi's heart, you, Asgard's god king, are just forever loving, so people don't care! Evanson cursed in his heart, but he kept saying, "The King of Heaven is Qianqiu, the Supreme Master sent me here purely for the dark elves, and there is no intention of temptation!"

"Ha..." Odin smiled casually, obviously not believing Evanson's words, "All of them are smart people, why bother to say that?"

"You think I don't know? There are many disciples under the Supreme Master. If you just want to spread a message, who can't you? Why bother you, an outsider?"

Odin said this, obviously because he knew that Evanson was not a Kamataj, nor was he a disciple of Gu Yi. Evanson hurriedly explained, "I have a love affair with a disciple of the Supreme Master, and I cannot be considered an outsider. Moreover, I have a comrade-in-arms with His Highness Thor, so it is indeed the most appropriate to send me here."

"There is indeed a consideration in this regard." Odin nodded, but suddenly said after a turn of the subject, "But it is more likely that the spell you practice has caused your perception of vitality to be different from that of ordinary people. In this regard, I'm afraid even the Supreme Master is inferior to you... Do you want me to continue talking?"

What else is there to say? It's just that if there are rumors that I'm about to die, you just want to find an excuse to send someone who is very sensitive to the perception of vitality. Isn't it just to verify whether the rumor is true or false?

"The King of Heaven... I'm worried too much..." To be honest, Evanson did sense that Odin's vitality is almost exhausted now, and he may not have many years to live, but he can't say it even if he kills such words.
Chapter completed!