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Chapter 695: Meeting of Kings (1)

Just as Tyr was thinking about how to keep his mouth shut under the torture of Hela's Hand of Glory, Hela ignored Tyr who was kneeling on the ground and straightened up and turned away.

Tyr was confused by Hela's sudden change. You know, Hela is as ruthless as her beauty, and such a person will never allow anyone to betray her.

"What an ungrateful wolf." Hela murmured her assessment and then slowly walked up to the real wolf.

"Although I really want to hear your screams right now, unfortunately my schedule today is very tight."

Tyr knew that today was the day when Hela and her accomplices gathered together. Even someone as noble as her would not normally offend so many people at the same time.

There's a saying that goes, "The enemy of my enemy is my friend." Hela knew clearly that the alliance she joined was only connected by a common goal. This connection was both strong and fragile.

What's more, the guys she teamed up with were no pushovers. In order for her plan to go smoothly, Hela couldn't fall out with them, at least for the time being.

Hela patted Fenrir's wolf head, and the latter understood and transformed into a giant wolf more than ten meters tall. Hela, who was standing at his feet, then turned into a green raven and flew onto Fenrir's back.

After landing on Fenrir's back, Hela changed back into human form. After her master sat down, Fenrir howled and turned into a shadow and disappeared in Niflheim.

Before Tyr could stand up, Hela's voice, which had clearly gone far away, rang in his ears.

"I hope to see you in Helheim when I return."

Tyr was silent for a moment, then said, "Yes, Queen."

Because some time was wasted on Tyr, the agreed meeting time is almost here, but Hela is not panicked at all. After all, Fenrir is very fast. Look, he is here now.

Fenrir's running speed was actually not that fast, but his magic could make up for it. He arrived at the agreed location in a few flashes.

The agreed location was set at Niflheim, the kingdom of fog. The fog that had lingered for thousands of years had a very good concealing effect. Even the God King Odin would have to spend some effort to explore here.

Therefore, even if the other accomplices were not willing, they had to set the meeting place in Hela's territory, which was indeed the safest place.

"boom!"

The giant wolf fell from the sky and landed on an open space, shaking the snow or ashes under its feet into the sky, and it took a while to slowly fall down.

“What?” Hela looked at the deserted meeting place. “Am I the first one?”

"Then you may be disappointed, Queen of the Underworld."

A male voice suddenly rang out from the empty flat. The voice sounded elegant and magnetic. Just from the tone of the voice, one could tell that the owner of the voice was definitely a proud person.

As expected, a figure suddenly emerged from the mist, its slender figure emerging from the fog. It was a handsome man with white hair that looked like a sky full of snowflakes. Judging from his appearance, his age was definitely no more than 30 years old. The most surprising thing was his face. It was composed of two colors: the left side was a disturbing black, and the right side was a brilliant blue. Under this strange composition, the man's handsome face also looked eerie.

"After all these years, you still can't change your pretentious way of speaking, Malekith."

Hela slid off Fenrir, then waved behind her without looking back. The giant wolf understood and turned around and left without any reluctance.

"I would rather you call it elegance." Malekith bowed slightly and saluted Hela. Although his etiquette was very proper and standard, there was no respect in his eyes.

Hela was not annoyed. She had a clear understanding of the Dark Elf King in front of her. This man was a madman, a beast wrapped in a body of courtesy. There was no need to lose her temper with such a person.

Unless you can kill him with one blow, don't easily break up with him, otherwise even Hela will have to be wary of his revenge. But it just so happens that the accomplices you are going to meet today are all such characters.

"Boom!"

While Hela and Malekith were talking, a sudden earthquake stopped the two from continuing their conversation, and they both turned their attention to the starting point of the earthquake.

A mountain that no one paid attention to started to move. When the snow on it was shaken off, the true appearance of the "mountain" was revealed. It was a giant with ice-blue skin.

Long fangs grew out of the giant's mouth, and black armor covered most of the giant's body. Beside him stood a single-edged axe as big as a mountain.

Only when the snow has completely fallen and the fog has dissipated can we see that the giant is sitting on the ground in the distance, but even when he is sitting on the ground, he is still at the same level as the surrounding mountains. This shows how terrifying his height must be when the giant stands up.

"Let's skip these useless courtesies," the giant's voice boomed like a bell. "If that one-eyed old man Odin finds out, our plan will be ruined before it even begins."

"I never thought that the defeat a thousand years ago would make you so afraid of Odin now. Is this still the same arrogant Giant King?"

Before the fiery sound like a burning fire had subsided, a door made entirely of fire opened next to Hela and Malekith, and then a tall figure walked out of it.

She came like a pile of burning fire, with two huge horns on her head, and her whole body was covered in red, except for the key parts which were covered with rock-like substances. When she landed, the snow around her inevitably melted at a high speed. This was the result of the owner of the flame restraining her own temperature.

If she let go completely, at least the area within a hundred miles would turn into a sea of ​​fire. However, even though she was as fiery as fire, she knew that she couldn't create such a severe winter at this time. Any unreasonable change in the Nine Realms would attract Odin's attention.

"Retract your doubts, daughter of Surtur!" the giant scowled. "Otherwise, Laofei will teach you the art of respect!"

"I'm so scared." Flame laughed. "Before you boast, why not try getting closer to me, if you can? Why are you so afraid of turning from a giant into a dwarf, my Giant King?"

Lao Fei didn't say anything else, but raised his axe neatly and chopped it towards the flames.

(End of this chapter)