Infinity Players in American Comics

Chapter 212 Coaxing
The violent warrior who is served as a great god feels that life is wonderful, and he doesn't want to go back to Asgard to be a stonemason who no one cares about.

In Asgard, no one cares about a stonemason who spends his days beating away at blocks with a hammer and chisel.People's eyes tend to focus on those powerful gods, or on those warriors who can hunt monsters.

Who cares about a mason?

No one would be willing to be a stonemason's wife.

But in the atrium, everything is different.

Here, he can get food without having to beat stones, even if the food is just a jar of mashed meat and potatoes boiled with snow, the taste is unpalatable, and there is no nutrition.

Here, he can be with the most beautiful women in the tribe.Rather than in Asgard, no one would look at him, even if someone looked at him, their eyes were full of contempt and contempt.

As the Berserker settled down in the tribe, the tribe's expenses rose sharply in an instant.

In this land of ice and snow, hunting and planting are not easy tasks.Even if there are some gods, it's not so easy. These gods are actually mutants, but these mutants naturally don't call themselves mutants.

Compared with ordinary people, mutants have more and broader knowledge.They don't think they are gods, but ordinary people respect them as gods. The mutants can't do anything about them.

After all, they really respected those mutants as gods.

The elder of this tribe, that is, the first old man who recognized the Berserker was a mutant. His ability was not strong, he could only control the wind and snow.

Although he has the ability to control the wind and snow, the old man only ensured that the tribe would not be attacked and killed by mutants and monsters from other tribes. Hunting and farming still had to be done by the tribesmen themselves.

Although I know that I am not a god, but after all, I was put in that position, so it is naturally impossible to really treat myself as an ordinary person.

In the concept of many mutants, they are not gods, but they are not ordinary people either.

In fact, if there were no Asgardians appearing in the atrium from time to time, no activities of various gods, and no powerful beings from other worlds coming to the atrium through space passages from time to time, it would make no difference to say that mutants are gods.

They were originally the creations of the Celestial God Group, and it doesn't make any difference to say that they are gods.

Just like forging a weapon, if the forged weapon can't even pierce the enemy's skin, then the weapon will naturally have no meaning of existence.As a weapon made by the Celestial Group, the original imaginary enemy of the mutants naturally couldn't be a group of primitive people rushing forward with wooden sticks and shouting.

Their enemies are gods, behemoths in the starry sky, and demons.

But even mutants, except for some mutants who can manipulate plants, the rest of the mutants are not good at planting.

The old man's ability to control ice and snow is not weak, his strength is even comparable to that of the Frost Giant.But if he really fights the frost giant, the old man will definitely die quickly.

Frost giants are not afraid of wind and snow. The ice and snow controlled by the old man is not only a harm to the frost giant, but a buff.

Originally, the tribe's food was enough for people to eat, but because of the arrival of the berserk warriors, the tribe's food was consumed rapidly.

"Elder, we don't have much food left. The jerky is almost gone, and the potatoes are almost gone!" The old woman said while sitting at the door of the warehouse, frowning as she watched the elder.

She is the chef of the tribe, and every day she cooks with the ingredients in the warehouse and distributes them to everyone.

The children would help her to light the fire, and she had lost all her teeth and could no longer go out hunting or gathering berries, and there were many other old people like her in the tribe.

The old people do all kinds of labor that does not require too much physical strength, while the young people go out to hunt and farm to get all kinds of food.

Although this land is covered with ice and snow, it is not always like this. There is no ice and snow in this land for half a year every year.

This is the time to plow.

This vast expanse of land is very large, and it is not difficult to grow potatoes.But the tribes can't grow too many potatoes. When there are too many potatoes on a piece of land, various animals will appear to dig out these potatoes.

Potatoes, frozen meat, various jams made from berries, and kippers are the food of the tribe, especially when the cold snow falls, potatoes cannot be grown, and there is no prey in winter. The tribe needs to store food in order to survive.Instead of starving to death!
"I will explain to that great god." Looking at the bottomed out warehouse, the elder nodded in satisfaction.

As the elder of the tribe, the old man is naturally not a good person.

How can a good person be an elder and lead the tribe to survive?
When the berserker appeared in front of him, he recognized the berserker.

To be precise, he recognized the exquisite violent cane of the violent warrior.

Asgardians don't come to the Atrium very often, and this barren place is not very attractive to Asgardians.But people from other countries actually often appear in the atrium.

Some young people may not know Asgard, but the elders still know Asgard well after living for so many years.

As soon as he saw the berserker's staff and the clothes on his body, the elder knew that this man was from Asgard.

Although I don't know if it is a god, but I think it must be very powerful.

So, the elder welcomed the berserk warrior in, not only gave him food and drink, but also let the beauty accompany him.To enshrine him as a god, but all of this is naturally something to ask for.

"Dear God!" The elder knelt down outside the tent where the Berserker was, and he shouted guiltily: "Dear God, there is no food in the tribe. It is our sin not to offer food to you! Punish us with mighty force!"

The elder shouted loudly, and sorrow came from it.But there was no fear in his heart.

He knew that the god in front of him would not kill him.

"No food? How could there be no food?" The berserk warrior lay motionless on the blanket, letting the beauty move around on him, the berserk warrior only felt extremely comfortable.

food?

Isn't that kind of thing just to open the bag?
How could there be no food?

I'm afraid you are not bluffing me!

The elder cried and said: "The tribe really has no food. The children and women have been hungry for a long time. The only remaining food can still make a meal for you, the Great God. After a few sunsets, the tribe will perish , all will die."

(End of this chapter)