Sif now held a sword in one hand and held a shield in the other, tightly guarding Evanson.

This is not because she has the awareness of melee guards and long-range escorts. But she has made up her mind. If Evanson takes action, she will not be able to do it. If she comes on the field, Evanson would better not do it.

Of course, this is not because she is still concerned about the duel etiquette that should not interfere in other people's battles. It is because she is too impressed by Evanson's methods.

This kid is really too cloudy. God knows what tricks he will use in the back row when he is fighting bloody in front. For example, when my mother was fighting with the Destroyer last time, a green from the sky suddenly hit me. I was caught off guard and was knocked unconscious on the spot.

There was also the melee between the Destroyer Ghost Rider, and the Destroyer was the main tank in front of him and was ready to take the Destroyer's ultimate move. As a result, this guy was fine. He instantly infected and drained all the flames in the body of the Destroyer. Although he finally killed the out-of-control Destroyer with one blow, it also made the Destroyer with a mortal body. It was really a burnt outside and a tender fragrance inside, and he almost died on the spot.

So there is such a person who often fights in close combat, who dares to run to the front row to roam?

"Don't you look at the enemy on the battlefield?" Siff was about to ask who was going to fight in this battle, but he found that Evanson looked around and glanced around, just not looking at the enemy. So he protested on the spot, be serious, let's fight here!

"Well..." Evanson rubbed his eyes and said to Sif, "I'll just take a look at this kind of enemy."

Sif was very surprised at the time. Could it be that Evanson's magical attainment has improved again during the period when he left? He only needed a quick glance and locked all the enemies on the field with his breath, and then released a large-scale spell to make the enemy die neatly? "Are you... already so powerful now?"

"Uh, no..." Evanson knew what he had misunderstood when he saw Siff's appearance, so he pointed to the dark elves on the field and said, "I mean these guys. I just took a look and immediately felt... enough!"

At the beginning, Evanson was also very alert to the battlefield. He was curious and looked at the dark elves a little more, but found that they were all wearing masks and could not see their true faces clearly.

So Evanson thought about it. It seemed that the protection of these masks was not very strong. Could it be that you think you were like King Lanling, and you thought you were too beautiful and not enough to intimidate the enemy on the battlefield, so you put on this mask that was like screaming to increase your oppression?

But after the masks of several dark elves soldiers were knocked out during the battle, Evanson saw their appearance clearly and felt, "Do you have any misunderstandings about the meaning of elves?"

It’s not that they are so hard to see, but their pair of pointed ears, you say they are elf ears, are indeed a bit of that meaning, but they are more like vampire ears in old-fashioned movies. Coupled with their pale skin color as a corpse, they look more like vampires.

But even the vampire Salein is much more handsome than you! Your existence simply insults the name of the elves! A real elves should look like sissy... ah! They should be as handsome as me!

"It seems you don't plan to do it anymore." Sif shook his head helplessly. He would mind the enemy's appearance on the battlefield. It's really enough for you and me! "Then I'll get on." Speaking of this, she added specifically, "Just stand here and watch. Don't think about coming up and helping."

But Evanson looked at her and said with a smile, "How do you know I don't want to do it?"

Shif was stunned, squinted her eyes and looked around, and she felt something strange, and some small sounds that made her ears tickled, "You have already done it... I didn't notice your casting at all."

"Haha..." Evanson sneered twice. "Although I am not as enlightened as the British Sword Saint and Uruk Axe King, I also know that the biggest advantage of the caster is that it is hard to defend against."

"As long as conditions are available, I will not foolishly run to the two armies and set up a magic circle that can spread across the sky and earth to release super magic! Unless I am so powerful that I can crush everything, my biggest enemy is a mixture of oxygen, carbon dioxide, nitrogen and rare gases."

At this time, the sounds that made people feel uncomfortable became denser and denser, so that the soldiers fighting off the field heard it, the sound of minions passing through the floor and the walls.

"Wang! Wang!" As sharp dog barking, several slender hellhounds suddenly jumped out of the darkness at the edge of the hall pillars, and rushed to the dark elves who were concentrating on fighting with Asgard soldiers.

Unpredictable, several dark elves were bitten by the Hellhound's throat. The dark blood gushed out like a fountain under the jagged dog's teeth, sprinkling everywhere.

However, they were lucky. Several dark elves seemed to have rich combat experience and avoided this fatal blow. However, the Hellhound fell to the ground, then grabbed, scratched and bitten. Fortunately, they were cut open the trachea and the artery with one claw, and died after a few convulsions. But there were some things that were broken and their intestines flowed all over the ground before they died. It was a bit terrible.

"Tear them apart, girls!" Only then did Evanson abandon his previous calmness and shouted excitedly.

"Oh!" But before the excitement had passed, Evanson showed a heartache expression. "Gentlemen, can you stop chopping my pet with your sword?!"

No matter how you look at it, you won’t think it’s cute. Moreover, they suddenly rushed into the battlefield, and the means of killing were so cruel, so these Asgard soldiers were also shocked. One of them was rash and stabbed a hellhound with a sword.

Actually, it’s not a fault for others. It’s like you are fighting with someone, but suddenly a 180-pound Tibetan mastiff pops up. He bit the head of the guy who fought for you and chewed it without stopping. His brain and blood even sniffed you. Will you go over and salute it and shake hands with it, and we will be good friends?

However, Evanson's voice seemed to wake up the dark elves there. It turned out that this guy was the master of those monsters! So three soldiers immediately jumped out of the crowd and rushed towards Evanson quickly.

Evanson was so puzzled. I clearly shouted in English, it would be fine if these Asgardians could understand it, but why did you Dark Elves have passed the English of CET-4 and CET-6?!

Click, at this time, Sif lifted up the sword and shield, and reluctantly walked forward two steps forward to prepare for the battle. He also glanced behind him from time to time with guilt. As soon as this kid made any moves, he immediately rolled and ran away!

"Naughty...want to play melee battles with me? Do you think I'm afraid?" Evanson was very happy. Although his clothes were sleeveless suits, he still rolled up his sleeves, and it seemed that he was preparing to end up desperately.

Screak squeak... But just when these dark elves were still ten steps away from Evanson, a sharp monkey scream suddenly sounded. Some small figures had climbed to the height of the pillars of the hall at some point, and were now jumping down from above.

Including these three dark elves who rushed up, almost all the dark elves present had a wild ghost with fire on their feet.

Moreover, the places where these little ghosts hit are quite tricky, either on the front chest or the back, some of them hugged directly on their heads. Except for not inserting anything into their mouths, they were like face-cuffing bugs.

Bang! Evanson snapped his fingers, and the battlefield was like setting off firecrackers, and there were continuous dull explosions. All the dark elves fell to the ground.

Although their armor quality is good, this kind of explosion at zero distance, which is close to the key parts, is enough to kill them.

Of course I won’t be afraid of melee battles, because I won’t be afraid of melee battles with you at all.

After all this, Evanson kept rubbing his hands and walked towards the center of the battlefield, because in his opinion, this place was a treasure that was sprinkled all over the floor. After finishing the dungeon, how could he not touch the body?

Evanson is now following the victorious general, shaking his stomach with his hands behind his back. Moreover, the Asgardians have always respected the strong, so all the heroic warriors in the city have cast awe at the powerful summoners in their minds.

This gaze made him enjoy it even more, like a goose. His head was raised higher and higher, and his gaze slowly moved upwards. He looked so arrogant that everything was so cold that it was so cold that it was so cold that he suddenly stood there, and the expression on his face froze. Even the foot he raised and stepped forward was fixed in the air without falling.

Everyone present was surprised by Evanson's appearance, so they followed his eyes and looked at the ceiling, and then everyone was stunned as if they had been cast as if they were cast in a fixed spell.

Evanson came here this time in the name of an envoy. Although he explained his purpose to Odin as soon as he met. However, afterwards, he added an audition ceremony in the Throne Hall in terms of the rules.

He had seen the huge mural on the hall, but now the mural on it has changed, all of it has changed!

The original mural was a peaceful and peaceful appearance. Everyone on it was full of kindness, including the king Odin and queen Friga, as well as the sage Loki and Thor. All of them showed that their family ruled Asgard with wisdom and loving wisdom, and even influenced the enemy.

Even the once mortal enemy of Asgard, the king of the Frost Giant, Rophy, with Odin, wore a luxurious robe, a holy aura on his head, and a peaceful contract in his hands, and voluntarily obeyed Asgard's rule.

But now, the holy and holy mural is gone, and a Shura picture with completely opposite content appears.

There was no Thor or Loki here, and even the one standing beside Odin was not Queen Friga, but a woman wearing slim black armor, a green cloak, and a helmet with hideous horns on her head. She actually held Thor's Hammer of Thor in her hand and stood side by side with the king Odin.

Evanson was sure that he did not know this woman, and he had no impression of this woman at all, but in the center of this mural, she could stand side by side with the Supreme Lord God, which shows that she...at least she had a high status in Asgard.

Moreover, this mural should be hidden under the original one. It should be the grenade that was hit by Sif to the sky, scraping off the layer on the surface, revealing its true appearance.

At this time, Odin was not the king wearing a long robe, kind-hearted and kind-hearted look, but the god of war with full arms holding the great god's gun with a fierce and gloomy face.

Around the central mural, there are similar narrative pictures, with similar contents. The woman rode a huge hungry wolf, commanding the army, and charged forward with Odin, who was riding a gallows, killing the enemy and abandoning her armor and crying the gods.

So that's it... So that's it... After Evanson read this painting, he felt a sudden sense of enlightenment in his heart. This sacred glory Asgard was built on the scarlet hell stained red by the blood of countless people.

"Ahem!" Evanson withdrew all his thoughts and coughed fiercely. The expression on his face seemed to have nothing happened. He yelled impatiently at the people who were still immersed in the murals, "Gentlemen... and ladies. We are still in war now, so we can do things like art appreciation later."

Everyone woke up instantly after being quarreled by Evanson. Although the content of the mural on his head was shocking, he was still fighting now.

Evanson, like nothing happened, squatted on the ground and picked up the energy rifles of the two dark elves, then plundered a few grenades, and stuffed them all into his backpack.

Then, under the astonishing eyes of everyone, the body of a heroic warrior was placed in a kneeling position, and then the body of a dark elf was pulled over and hugged him. However, it was not the kind of intimate embrace. Evanson asked the heroic warrior to hold a long sword in his hand and pierced the dark elf's chest, and then let the spiral short knife inlaid on the dark elf's arm penetrate into the fatal wound of the heroic warrior.

"What are you doing!" Sif pulled Evanson over with anger on his face. For the Asgardians, it was glorious to the soldiers who died on the battlefield, and their bodies were also sacred and could not be desecrated by anyone!

"This is... don't you think this warrior looks even more heroic?" Evanson pointed to his masterpiece indifferently. He fought to the death and died with the enemy. This is the theme of the performance art he just completed.

"And you." Evanson suddenly pointed to the surviving heroic warriors and looked at the only eight people. "You are royal guards, responsible for guarding the Golden Palace. But now the enemy has raided before the zodiac zodiac..." Evanson's eyes swept through these people one by one, and they all lowered their heads in shame.

"Although this time the incident was really unexpected, you still have no choice but to blame." Evanson's faces turned a little pale when he saw these heroic warriors, because such a felony could at least be exiled.

"But you are very lucky..." Evanson suddenly changed his tone and said, "The enemy is all killed under your heroic battle, and the throne is not damaged. With the special nature of this time, the King of Heaven should allow you to sacrifice your merits."

"But..." At this time, a heroic warrior suddenly had some objections. After all, Ms. Sif defended the throne this time, and it was indeed Evanson who solved all these enemies. Their role was like acting as a background next to him.

"We don't say some things, and you don't say them, who will know..." Evanson suddenly glanced at Sif, "Did you think so..."

Sif was slightly stunned and nodded slowly. This was Evanson's performance and performance in this battle and gave all the credits of this battle to these heroic warriors so that they could atone for their sins. Naturally, she would not object. With her current identity, she would no longer need these small achievements.

"That's good." Evanson smiled and said with a smile, "As long as you don't tell anyone that I've been here, all these credits are yours. Can you do it?"

"Of course!" These heroic warriors were naturally grateful. "Thank you very much!"

"Save polite words for later." Evanson put a hand behind his back, and then ordered everyone, "What you have to do now is to clean the battlefield quickly, and a sword must be added to each enemy's corpse!"

"Yes." These heroic warriors agreed quickly, and then scattered with their long swords to find the corpses of the dark elves scattered around them.

"What are you doing?" At this time, Sif suddenly noticed that Evanson's hand behind him was constantly changing, as if he was pinching the magic seal.

Evanson just smiled at her without answering.

The heroic warriors who were finishing the knife on the dark elves suddenly felt a sank behind them. Looking back, there was a monster that had just blown up the dark elves and was lying on their backs. Before they could react in horror, they heard a crisp snap of their fingers...
Chapter completed!