Leziren’s happy life in Marvel

Like an arrow from the bow, Sherlock knocked open the three spicy chickens blocking the door. Even before the three of them could react, Sherlock rushed into the house.

Of course, seeing Frigga and Jane lying on the ground, Sherlock felt extremely angry. As he waved his wand, a giant tiger composed of blue flames appeared between Sherlock and Spicy Chicken Silk. .

"Kill them!"

Sherlock didn't even have the intention of looking back at the three Spicy Chicken Shreds, and directly gave the order to the giant flame tiger, while he squatted down without stopping and began to check Frigga's injuries.

After receiving Sherlock's order, the giant flame tiger roared and pounced on the three people standing at the gate.

Otherwise, Spicy Chicken Shreds is a loser. When faced with the attack of the unknown flame giant tiger, he did not think of using the ether particles in his hand at the first moment, but subconsciously pushed the two guards around him.

Because of the movements of the Spicy Chicken Shreds, although the Spicy Chicken Shreds escaped the flaming giant tiger's attack, the two guards who had been following the Spicy Chicken Shreds were suddenly knocked down by the two sharp claws of the flaming giant tiger. .

Mala Jisi almost watched helplessly as his two guards were burned through the chests by the giant tiger's flaming claws in less than a breath, and then torn into pieces by the giant tiger's mouth in a few breaths. , and then turned into fly ash under the high temperature and disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this scene, Spicy Chicken Shreds didn't dare to stay and didn't care about anything else. He turned around and ran away immediately. Seeing Spicy Chicken Shreds escaping, the giant flame tiger remembered the order left by Sherlock, roared and followed closely. The ones behind chased him out.

As for Sherlock, Sherlock was no longer in the mood to care about anything else at the moment. He used magic to carefully pull out the dagger without touching it.

The moment he pulled out the dagger, Sherlock took out potions all over the floor, and kept pouring them into Frigga's mouth as if the potions were free of charge.

The wand on the other side was waving continuously, and one after another magic and magic patterns continued to flow towards the wound on Frigga's stomach.

The reason why Sherlock was so nervous was actually very simple, because Sherlock felt the rich dark power and the power of a powerful curse on the dagger that hit Frigga.

This feeling is very similar to the dark power and curse power mentioned in the black magic in the magic theory mastered by Sherlock, but it is still different from Sherlock's magic system.

But one thing is certain, that is, both dark power and curse are extremely difficult to deal with. Just look at Dumbledore in HP.

It stands to reason that as the most powerful white wizard, Hogwarts has inherited magic research for nearly a thousand years, covering everything from black magic to white magic. In the end, wasn't he helpless in the face of Voldemort's curse? In the end, one can only rely on magic potions to delay the arrival of death.

But Sherlock is different. As a being with a library, Sherlock can be said to be a being collectively educated by the top wizards in the HP world. Not only is he familiar with Dumbledore's magic notebooks, but he is also familiar with Grindelwald, Voldemort, Not even Nico Lemed was spared.

Not to mention these modern ones, Sherlock has even read the ancient master's notes. The ancient magic can even be traced back to the early days of the birth of magic. The more recent ones are like the four giants of Hogwarts. Dana.

Gathering these most powerful black wizards and white wizards, Sherlock believed that he could deal with the black magic and curse on Frigga, but Sherlock really didn't have any extra energy to take care of other things.

Now Sherlock is as if he is performing an extremely tight surgical operation, and there can be no mistakes in the use of magic and the coordination of magic patterns.

After a while, Jane, who had fallen not far away, woke up. Although her face was still pale, Jane's condition was undoubtedly much better than that of Frigga, who had her eyes closed and was unconscious.

As a player who has obtained a PhD, Jane has never been a fool. Just relying on the surrounding environment, Jane can roughly deduce what happened here.

After drinking a bottle of nutrient solution that Sherlock threw over, Jane took the initiative to take over the nurse's work and began to pour the magic potion that Sherlock took out into Frigga's mouth under Sherlock's command.

With Jane's cooperation, Sherlock felt a lot more relaxed for a moment, focusing more on the dark power and curse on Frigga's wound.

Just when the two of them had been working together seamlessly for less than ten minutes, there was a rush of footsteps in the corridor. Sherlock seemed to have not heard the rush of footsteps and was still concentrating on his work. "Surgery" But Jane, who was originally pale on the other side, suddenly became even paler.

After thinking for a while, Jane finally made a decision, put down the nurse's work in her hands, stood up unsteadily, picked up the long sword that had fallen on the ground, and raised the long sword like chaff trembling all over her body and stood there. between Sherlock and the gate.

Fortunately, the hurried footsteps began to shout as they approached the room, which made Jian's body that was shaking like chaff relax for a moment.

"Mother! Mother! Sherlock! Jane! Do you know that I was so brave just now that I beat the dark elf general all over the place...Mom!!!!!!"

Before Sol finished his words, he walked to the door and saw the scene in the house clearly. He immediately changed his tone and shouted sadly, rushing in to check the situation.

After all, as an Earthling, Jane, even though Sherlock's situation did not seem to have anything to do with the word surgery, it was not much different. Jane, who knew that she must not be disturbed during the surgery, almost subconsciously He hugged Thor's waist and tried hard to prevent Thor from disturbing Sherlock's "operation".

Despite this, Thor still shouted to his mother louder and louder, as if he was trying to use his voice to summon back Frigga's lost consciousness.

In the end, Sherlock couldn't stand Thor's howling. His hand movements didn't stop at all, but his face was also full of impatience.

"That's enough! Thor, if you want your mother to die right now, just go ahead and cry like a mother! You can't stand up like a man, wipe your tears, and go do what you should." Things to do?

As long as I am here, I swear by the unique magic I have in the entire universe that I can definitely save your mother! So, even if you don't want to take on the responsibility of being the prince of Asgard, just fucking stand there quietly and don't make a sound! ! ! "

Sherlock's words echoed in the room like a bell, interrupting Thor's cry. Sherlock looked at Sherlock who was kneeling on the ground, the magic in his hand appearing like a machine gun, and the hug. He held his waist and tried his best to smile at his girlfriend, even though his face was extremely pale.

At this moment, something seemed to be touched in Thor's heart. Everyone seemed to have their own responsibilities and clear goals. Only he, like a child who had not grown up, was crying here. howl.