From Gods to Marvel

It rained heavily that night.

Iris used the power of thunder to destroy Rahn's bow and arrows. This was the second time he destroyed ancient weapons.

He guessed that the Yu Tu family owned a total of four ancient weapons, so that they could fight against the four giants.

If this was the case, all they had left was an iron gun and a tomahawk, both of which were damaged to varying degrees.

"May your soul rest in peace."

Iris looked at the charred ash remaining on the ground, remained silent for a moment, and then used a mop to clean the floor.

"I have to speed up the analysis. In addition, I have to ask Odin to return the eternal fire to me."

He sat on the sofa again, and it even had a little mud on it, the traces of Rahn.

The Reality Stone has already copied the rules contained in the Eternal Fire, but Iris cannot find the trace of the flame in the sea of ​​complicated rules.

"Magna, Lauritz..."

He sighed with a headache.

Before completely destroying the Tu family, he must eliminate the estrangement with Magna and find a way to solve the hidden danger of Lauritz.

bang.

Thunder sounded again.

Iris looked out the window, and through the dense rain curtain, he could see thunder and lightning falling from the sky, then spreading to cover half of the sky.

"If there is really no other way, maybe I can only give it a try."

This is not a good idea, no one wants to be struck by thunder, not even the gods and giants would have such a stupid idea.

However, direct contact with the most primitive thunder will indeed speed up the analysis process, or... accelerate death.

……

Magnar found Odin just before dawn.

"I failed, I failed to bring back the eternal fire."

He looked extremely frustrated, and there was a bit of unwillingness in his clear blue eyes.

"It's not too bad. At least you didn't die in Jotunheim."

Odin shaved his white hair short. He looked very lean. This body was at least 70 years old. However, age did not become a shackle for him, but made him look particularly wise.

"How would I defeat the giant if I didn't have Mjolnir?"

Magna lowered his head in frustration.

"Listen, child, you are the God of Thunder, you have been since before Mjolnir was born. I believe you can master the power of thunder and lightning. That is yours, isn't it?"

Odin seemed to be in love with strong liquor. He held the bottle of vodka and took a big drink.

"What should I do? Fly a kite during a thunderstorm?"

Magner knew the story of Franklin collecting thunderbolts, but he didn't think it was a good idea.

"You should be a little more crazy. Maybe you could stand on the top of a mountain and use metal to trigger thunder."

Odin held the wine bottle and shook it.

Magna was silent. He felt that Wotan was probably crazy.

"Why don't you ask me before going to Jotunheim? Maybe I already have the eternal fire?

You are Thor, the most powerful god in Asgard, but you can't rely on your strength alone.

Iris, that young man, you should learn from him. "

Odin stood up and handed the bottle to Magnar, raising his arm of course.

"What exactly does he want to do? I mean, he's hiding a lot of things... the huge power, the death of Veda, the invisibility cloak..."

Magna once regarded Iris as a confidant, and he thought this would be the second friendship he gained in Edda.

"In any case, his purpose is the same as ours, which is to avenge the giant.

Instead of doubting his motives for approaching you, it's better to take a good look at your brother.

Loki betrayed the gods more than once. He was clever, but the word is sometimes called cunning. "

Odin's wisdom is impressive, as if everything is under his control.

"Father, I must explain this again. He is my brother, not Loki. He will help me defeat the Tu family. I am sure of this."

Magna tightened his grip on the bottle. He was like a young lion, trying his best to prove himself in front of the lion.

"Maybe, kid."

Odin smiled slightly, noncommittal.

"Wotan, how are you today?"

The dwarf caregiver opened the door. He smiled and looked at the old man standing next to the wheelchair.

"Here he comes, Magna."

Odin nodded slightly and locked his eyes on the dwarf.

Bang 嘡.

"Dear His Majesty the God King, I have prepared the materials for forging the artifact, and I am just waiting for the God of Thunder to supervise the work."

The dwarf came to Odin. He didn't look at Magna, but knelt on the ground.

"Magna, go and forge your weapons while it's still dark."

Odin sat in the wheelchair again. At this time, his single eye would always be particularly bright.

Legend has it that when Odin sat on his throne, he could see the nine worlds.

"why?"

Magna had doubts about this. He didn't understand why he and Lauritz were put in danger after everything had been prepared.

“Without this adventure, when would you be able to see Iris’ true face?

My son, you are destined to inherit the throne. Asgard does not want their king to be a fool. "

Odin turned the wheelchair around and looked towards the mountains. The rain had stopped, but the mist still covered the sky.

"I am not and will not be Thor, I know that."

Magna shouted at the old man's back, and then he realized that the dwarf had walked towards the door.

"Who knows?"

Odin murmured softly, and two crows flew from the sky and stood on both sides of his shoulders.

The dwarf was small, he was only a little taller than Magna's knees, but Odin once said that within his small frame was the heart of a bear.

Magna would not underestimate anyone because of their difference in stature, especially if this person was related to Odin.

"Lord Thor, we need to go to the garage. Only there are all the tools."

The dwarf did not look back, but his tone was very respectful. After all, Magna and Thor, the god of thunder, had an inseparable connection, and the dark elves were the most loyal servants of the gods.

"Eternal fire."

Magna suddenly spoke.

"what?"

The dwarf stopped and turned around.

"I mean, is the eternal fire always here with the gods?"

Magna lowered his head and spoke in a gentle tone.

"I'm sorry I can't tell you this, Lord Thunder God."

The dwarf hesitated for a moment, frowning, but in the end he kept the secret.

Magna was silent. The dark elf's answer already explained a lot of problems.

"We have arrived."

The dwarf pointed to the small garage not far away and said.

"This work requires two people to complete. You blow the air while I burn the iron."

He looked at the coal stove and said.

The fire is burning brightly, and the eternal fire has been in this furnace for a long time.

This is the longest burning flame in the world.

The steel ingot quickly burned red, and the dark elf picked up the steel ingot with iron tongs and placed it on the platform.

Magnar began swinging the hammer, something he was very good at, even better than the Dark Elf.

The hammer head fell, and the dark red steel ingot regained its fiery red color. The iron sheet fell off, and the impurities were removed.

ding, ding...

One hammer, another hammer, until after a thousand hammers, the steel ingot has turned into a fiery red steel piece.

"We need Wolverine's feathers so that she can come back again."

The dark elf placed the eagle feather on the iron piece, and it burned instantly without leaving a trace.

"We need ancient arrows, which can help it know the direction and distinguish between friend and foe."

He placed the arrowhead on the iron piece, Magna used pliers to fold the iron piece in half, and he swung the hammer again.

Magna couldn't count how many times he had swung the hammer. In short, when the first ray of dawn crossed the Kinlunga Gap, the hammer was [-]% complete.

"We need to chop off the excess part of the hammer handle."

The dark elf handed over the ax reverently.

"I need a long hammer handle so I can use both hands."

Magna swung the ax and chopped it at the steel rod wrapped around the hammer body.

"That's not a good idea."

Lauritz held an arrow and walked into the garage with a smile.

Magna raised his head suddenly, and the ax missed the target.