Loki put down his book and turned to look at Midsummer Night. He frowned and said, "If you hadn't appeared here and chased them away, I would have thought that you planned all of this."
"I'm afraid I can't control the dark elves' movements." Midsummer Night shrugged.
"But you have the ability to foresee."
Loki stared at Midsummer Night. "If this is your ability, I suddenly feel that you, a human, are a bit scary."
Midsummer Night said, "To be able to make an existence like you feel slightly afraid is something I should be proud of."
After saying that, he prepared to move forward.
But he heard Loki say, "It's best if it's not you. Cursed spirits aren't toys that can be easily controlled, let alone two of them."
"… Two?"
Midsummer Night looked back at Loki.
"Two." Loki nodded and suddenly laughed. "You don't know?"
"What did you say to them?" Midsummer Night quickly walked to Loki.
"Then why don't you beg me properly? You finally don't have that hateful expression on your face that says everything is under your control?
You stupid mortal!
How does it feel when things are out of your control?
Is there a kind of joy that comes from the inside out? "
Loki was a bit emotional. Midsummer Night always looked down on him and always looked like he had victory in his hands. He'd had enough of it.
Summer Night frowned. "You told them the way to Rolan's Golden Palace. Damn it, Loki, are you trying to kill your mother Frigga?"
"What?"
Loki was confused for a moment.
Midsummer Night had already left. Loki asked loudly, "Come back, what do you mean by that?
What did you see?
Bastard, you better pray that I never get out, and you better pray that nothing happens to Frigga. Otherwise, I won't forgive you, you mere human!!! "
…
…
Midsummer Night was very fast. When he first came here, he'd already scanned the surroundings with the Eye of Horus.
Therefore, in terms of pursuit, he could be very fast.
However, this wasn't enough to make Midsummer Night feel at ease. Only the feedback from the Eye of Horus on Frigga's side gave him some peace of mind. At least for now, nothing had happened to Frigga.
Because the Eye of Horus was with Frigg, Midsummer Night did not know that there were two Cursed Elves in the depths of the prison.
This doesn't make sense at all!
At least there was only one in the movie!
Why did another one pop out?
What did he point at?
Midsummer Night had already guessed what had happened at that time. The two cursed elves suddenly attacked. The prison of Asgard couldn't hold them, so these two guys wantonly destroyed the cells and released the prisoners. When they passed by Loki, Loki told them the correct way to Golden Palace.
After that, he brought people over to suppress them, and the two Curse Spirits split up.
One of them was killed by him, and the other one … shouldn't have been able to go too far!
As his thoughts churned and he heard Dumbo's footsteps rumbling, he simply clapped his hand on Dumbo's body and pulled him back into his decomposing space, before promptly vanishing into thin air. He had to hurry to Frigg's side as soon as possible.
However, as he walked forward, Midsummer Night frowned.
Loki thought that he had the ability of foresight, but Midsummer Night knew that Odin actually had this ability.
In this situation, this old man still didn't make a move. What did he mean?
The clown was already at home, why didn't he do something about it?
"Or … don't dare to do anything?"
The story that Ancient One told Midsummer Night at that time was that she once encountered a person's death. In order to save this person, she sacrificed a lot.
But in the end, it was precisely because of what she did that led to this person's death.
Midsummer Night couldn't imagine what kind of mentality Odin would have at this time if he had encountered Frigga's death.
His hope … where exactly was it?
With a thought, Midsummer Night's figure flashed, and he appeared in a palace.
"Summer."
As soon as Midsummer Night appeared, he heard Frigga's call.
Looking at her, Midsummer Night heaved a sigh of relief. "It's great that you're fine."
Frigga smiled. "It must have been hard to rush here, right?
What did you think of? "
Midsummer Night's gaze looked outside the building. There, a group of black fighter jets were breaking through the clouds and rushing into Golden Palace.
"I was thinking that Sol didn't stop them," Midsummer Night said as he looked at Frigga. "And I can't leave you even half a step now."
"Believe me, although I'm old, I'm not without combat power."
Frigga took out a short sword. "I've dabbled in both magic and martial arts."
Midsummer Night smiled and looked at Jane beside him … With the Eye of Horus, he had already seen through her. This was a virtual magical toy.
Shrugging his shoulders, he said, "I suddenly feel that Rocky is the most similar to you."
"Is that so?"
Hearing that, Frigga smiled and said with some disappointment, "But this child … always makes me worried."
"If he could have a beautiful future, then everything would be worth it."
Midsummer Night let out a soft sigh and looked at the door. "To be honest, I didn't expect the leader of the dark elves to be so arrogant that he could enter Golden Palace alone.
Did he really think that there was no one else in Golden Palace? "
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a man in black walking into the porch. Only his face and hair were white.
Once he entered, he set his gaze on Jane. "Little girl, you took something that doesn't belong to you."
Jane immediately walked behind Frigga. Frigga said coldly, "It doesn't belong to you either."
"Empress Frigga."
The man bowed slightly to Frigga and said, "I don't wish to meet you on the battlefield. If possible, we can use a more peaceful method to solve all of this."
"No."
Midsummer Night shook his head. "I feel that since it's a problem that can be solved with violence, let's not waste time on words."
"Who are you?
A human? "
The man looked at Midsummer Night. "Has Asgard fallen to the point where humans can walk around?"
"I'll give you three seconds." Midsummer Night pretended to look at the time.
"For what?" The man said with a smile. "To recite a eulogy for yourself?"
"No … it's a last word. But unfortunately, you seem to have given up on this gift."