Mixed in Marvel's stand-in messenger

Thor's eyes were red, and blood was dripping from the injured area on his head.

His cheeks were dyed red, like a bloodthirsty beast.

"what!"

Thor roared to the sky, venting the anger in his heart.

At this moment, his heart was filled with hatred and anger.

Yes, this battle was indeed won, but Asgard's losses were too heavy.

Almost all the soldiers he brought out were wiped out, and he himself was seriously injured.

It was not until the end of the war that Thor felt a sharp pain in his body.

He held his arms with difficulty, gritted his teeth and stood firm.

Behind him, the corpses of the frost giants had already piled up.

In addition to the corpses, there were also a large number of completely defeated Frost Giants.

At this time, he was trapped by the thick chains and could not break free, or in other words, he did not dare to struggle at all.

If they continue to fight, the only thing waiting for them is genocide, and maybe there are other frost giants in Jotunheim.

But they don't dare to gamble.

"Let's go!"

Thor took a deep breath, suppressed the injuries in his body, and cheered up.

"Yes!"

The remaining soldiers of Asgard all looked pale, but they still pretended to be calm, scolded the prisoners of war, and followed Thor closely.

About half an hour later, Saul and the others returned to the camp where they lived before.

After he arranged the remaining soldiers properly, he returned to the main tent.

Sol is in a very bad state now and needs to recover as soon as possible.

"Jojo, I think I'm a little reckless."

Sol looked very annoyed at this time, with a sad face.

"Oh? But why didn't you think of it before?"

Joyce seemed calm and calm at the moment. He took a leisurely sip of wine, put one hand on Sol's arm, and used ripples to help him treat him.

"I felt that I should not have acted rashly at that time, but at that time my heart was filled with anger. I really couldn't control myself and my emotions."

Saul's introspective attitude seemed very serious, and he did not take out his anger on Joyce and blame him for not coming to support.

All this is my own carelessness.

Joyce shook his head: "Saul, in fact, in this world, many things cannot be dealt with only after thinking of perfect solutions."

"You are also doing it for the future of Asgard. One day, you can inherit Odin's will and be a true god-king."

Joyce smiled and said some comforting words.

Of course, this is all nonsense. He is not a god. Is there a kingdom waiting for him to inherit?

It's just some stage talk, and only this idiot would believe it.

Sol nodded upon hearing this, with a look of determination appearing on his face.

He wiped a handful of hair stuck to his face with one hand.

"In this world, one still has to rely on strength to gain respect. Without strength, everything is vain."

"I, Thor Odinson, will never sit still and wait for death. I will definitely become strong enough so that I can protect Asgard."

"This is my ambition, this is my dream, and this is my mission!"

Saul's words were sonorous and powerful.

Hearing Sol's words, Joyce's eyes flashed with brilliance, he was really a second grader.

He glanced at Eva, who was covering her mouth and suppressing laughter. Fortunately, Sol didn't notice her.

Then Joyce adjusted her expression and encouraged him with a smile.

"You are right, you are the king of this world. Only when you are strong can you protect what you want to protect."

After Joyce finished speaking, the treatment was over. Then he patted Sol on the shoulder, turned around and left the camp with Eva.

Thor needed to be alone for a while, so he went to help treat Asgard's injured soldiers.

He also believes that after today's battle, Thor will definitely become more determined and will not change his mind easily.

Perhaps in the future, others will no longer call him the son of Odin, but Thor, the God of Thunder.

Seeing him leaving in a hurry, the expression on Sol's face became much calmer.

The bloody face showed confidence and strong fighting spirit.

This is a persistent belief.

His belief is not only for himself, but also for the future of Immortal Palace and the glory of Immortal Palace.

During this period of time, Thor had no idea why Odin was so good to Joyce, even better than himself.

Something must have happened that required Joyce's help, but he didn't know why.

He just knew that he had to improve his strength as soon as possible and become stronger.

Only then might Odin, the father of the gods, tell him his true purpose.

Thinking of this, Sol slowly stood up and drank a glass of wine that Joyce had poured for him.

At this moment, he felt as if he had endless power in his body, and his whole body was full of fighting spirit and fighting spirit.

Thor took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and thought about what to do next.

The next day, the messenger went back through the Rainbow Bridge to report on the battle situation.

That afternoon, Odin sent a group of garrison troops to hand over to Thor, and asked Thor to find him as soon as possible.

After Thor settled the new garrison at this moment, he led the remaining soldiers back to Asgard.

When the gathering was completed, Thor shouted Heimdall's name.

The Rainbow Bridge lowered, and in a moment, everyone returned to Asgard.

Thor came to Asgard's hall alone, where Odin was waiting for him.

Joyce and Eva didn't follow either. They secretly returned to the previous courtyard and did their own things.

At this moment, the earth in the distance.

Krakow is a country consisting of a main city of the same name and several surrounding towns.

In a dark corner of the main city, a dark figure stood in an alley.

His face was covered by a full head of black hair, and he seemed to be wearing a mask, revealing only his deep and cold eyes.

There seems to be a layer of black eyeshadow around the eyes, making people afraid to look at them.

What's even more surprising is that he actually has a metal arm!

At this time, he was expressionless and motionless looking at the corpse in front of him, his eyes were calm and cold, as if he was doing something insignificant.

The metal hand held a shining dagger, with bright red blood dripping from the dagger onto the ground.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to be so efficient, dear Pierce."

A figure walked through the alley, looking at the incomparable killer in front of him with a smile.

This person is clearly Jacob Fury, who was stabbed through the chest by a black heart!