Chapter 1457 Daju's Journey to Asgard

Chapter 1456 Daju's Journey to Asgard

Asgard's martial spirit is so strong that their own people often have to hold their noses and endure it, just like Hollywood's political correctness. They know it's nonsense, but they are forced by the general environment. Rules must be followed.

Just look at Frigga and Loki. The two mages, one is the queen and the other is the prince. Their identities are not disrespectful, but in order to conform to the values ​​of Asgard, one of them holds a long sword and the other uses a dagger. When fighting Sneakily cast two spells, and spend the rest of the time chopping!

Are they sick? Of course not, they are to cater to the mainstream values ​​of Asgard.

Going further, both Odin and Hela are gods known for their wisdom in the Nine Realms, but these two also have to hold spears and long swords, take the lead whenever they fight, and express themselves through bloody battles courage.

The atmosphere here is like this, can the executioner Skorchi be more famous than Odin, Frigg, and Hela? Does he dare to violate the values ​​of Asgard? He has to do what is right for him.

This dude practiced his tomahawk hard for this, but unfortunately...he is not that material, but found himself very talented in shooting. This is why he threw away his tomahawk on the battlefield and held two M16 s reason.

He thinks he is the number one sharpshooter in Asgard, but this nickname is almost a curse here.

Daju's question made him a little annoyed, how could this cat expose its shortcoming?

"What's going on!" Daju sternly sternly released that pseudo-omniscient aura, which instantly frightened Skorqi.

In a certain moment, he even felt as if he saw Hela? But how is this possible? It's just a cat!

Subconsciously replied: "It's okay, it's okay, actually my marksmanship is pretty good..."

Not bad on the line! Good marksmanship is also a skill, as for whether the Asgardians will despise him, Daju doesn't care.

"Bring your gun here," she continued commandingly.

Skorqi was completely taken aback, and handed the two rifles that he cherished most to Daju.

This is an ordinary firearm. I heard that it was obtained in Texas. Considering the language barrier between the two sides, the process of Mr. Executioner's acquisition of firearms must not withstand the scrutiny of the US Constitution.

Unlimited bullets are impossible,

Mr. Executioner isn't up to that.

However, there are some physical changes in the firearms. After all, Skorchi will not go to a regular gun shop, and Asgard does not have professionals to maintain firearms. Daily care and even bullet production need to be done by himself. There are more or less firearms. It is slightly different from standard equipment.

Daju didn't care about the three seven twenty-one, and directly carried out the transformation on the basis of firearms.

Ordinary bullets are unlimited, 300 rounds of frost, flame, and lightning bullets per day, the rate of fire is adjusted, and the recoil is cancelled.

Daju doesn't like killing weapons, but it's not that she doesn't know how to make them. This kind of transformation is easy for her.

After more than a minute, the modification was completed, and Skorqi got a new gun that looked similar to before, but seemed to be lighter in weight.

To be honest, this kind of murderous weapon does not reflect Daju's creativity. She doesn't like making weapons, but right now she has no weapons, no thugs, and it's useless for her to have a realm.

To do this, the Asgardian deserter who came across by accident must first be armed.

"You are a mage?!" Skolchi was very surprised. What world did the other party come from? How wonderful that a cat can be a mage!

Mage? Daju curled his lips, we have never been! However, it is a bit troublesome to explain, so I simply default.

"By the way, Master Mage, I didn't expect you to be so capable at such a young age. You are so lucky! Can you do me a little favor..."

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"Say it, if it's not troublesome, I will help you again, there is only one chance."

Scorch picked up his brand new rifle: "Look, can you put an ax in the barrel?"

Big Orange: "..."

Are you so attached to Asgardian values? An ax on the barrel? Used as a gun in battle, and disguised as an ax in normal times? You are so witty!

This is not considered to be a big brainstorm for Skorchi. Daju remembers that there was a bald black man in S.H.I.E.L.D. who liked to use this kind of ax and gun.

"Okay, it's not difficult." She groped around and asked Towa to retrieve two battle axes from a distant battlefield. The battle axes used by Asgardian warriors were still too heavy, and it would be difficult to install them on the barrel. Aiming, she helped refine it.

Then it was installed on Skolchi's M16, one on each gun. If you didn't look carefully, you thought he was using two long axes.

"Great, great!" This new look not only conforms to Asgard's values, but also takes into account his own strengths, and Skolchi is very satisfied.

Daju issued a task to him: "Try the weapons, I think the trolls in front are good!"

Feeling a little confused, Daju didn't dare to ask him to go directly to those fierce-looking frost giants and fire giants. The test subjects he chose were a group of trolls who happened to pass by.

Eating, sleeping, and fighting trolls is the main theme of many worlds. They are evil, blood sacrifices, and unhygienic.

"Me? I'll go?" Skorchi was terrified. It was a team of trolls. They seemed to have melee combat and long-range combat. There seemed to be a witch doctor. Thor could rush over and fight alone. Can he do it himself? dream!

The result of the battle took him by surprise. He completely wiped out all the trolls of the Nine-man team. Any decent resistance was beaten to death.

Daju is very satisfied. This guy will become a sharpshooter like the Punisher in human society, but unfortunately he was born in Asgard.

"My lord, do you have a plan of action?" Skorqi was very doggy, and he misunderstood that Daju didn't take action because he looked down on those small enemies. He was a big man, or a big cat?

The big cat didn't say what he was going to do, so he took him and the frog around the perimeter of Asgard. Skorchi couldn't help it, so he asked.

Daju also realized the reality that he didn't know his way: "...Uh, do you know where Hela's pet dog is?"

Pet dog? Skorqi turned his head three or four times before realizing that she was talking about the magic wolf Fenrir.

Is that a dog? That's a wolf! Considering Daju's aloof temperament, he guessed that perhaps in the eyes of Master Mage, it was a dog!