10. Little Hela's Great Sadness (4)

Little Hela had a dream.

This is normal.

The 8-year-old girl always has some weird dreams when she sleeps, even the goddess of death can also dream.

A few days ago, Hela also dreamed that she was riding a rainbow unicorn around the Golden Palace with the young Thor and Loki. That dream, the horrifying and gentle picture, directly woke up Hela. .

But tonight it was a wonderful dream.

In the dream, Hela saw with her own eyes that the hated Lord of Fire, Surtur, had his head smashed off by a weird guy, and the entire Muspelheim was screaming for the death of the Lord of Fire.

That scene was really cool!

Surtur is dead, and the Eternal Flame is stored with Odin, which means Surtur will never be resurrected.

The prophecy of Ragnarok will not come true.

All her worries can be put to an end.

In her sleep, little Haila showed a smug smile on her chubby face. She turned over on the bed and fell into a deep sleep again.

For children, getting enough sleep is very important.

"Little Hella!"

A voice suddenly sounded in Hela's dream, causing the goddess of death to raise her head in surprise.

As a result, in that scene of destruction, ravens made of orange light fell from the burning sky.

It flapped its wings, quickly circled around little Hela, and finally landed on her shoulder.

The raven tilted its head and looked at little Hela.

It opened its mouth and said:

"Your wish has come true, Surtur is dead."

"???"

Little Hila opened her mouth wide.

She recognized who the voice was, the vanity.

But what does that mean?

"Isn't this a dream?"

Hela stared at the roaring world of flames, she asked back:

"You mean, it's all true?"

"Of course, little Hela."

Merlin said in a gentle tone:

"You prayed to me that Surtur would die tonight, and I granted your wish."

"Slain on his throne by an assassin, the Fire Lord's skull is now being sent to Asgard as a glorious trophy."

"It will be sent to Odin as a symbol of Asgard's great victory, so as to inspire the people of God's Domain."

"You'll get the news soon."

The King of Vanity chuckled.

"I have fulfilled your wish, Hella, now it's up to you to fulfill mine."

"ah?"

Little Hila's eyes widened.

The raven made of orange light stretched out its beak and pecked the dull little Hella's ear, saying:

"You don't think that this expensive wish has no price?"

"This is different from what you said!"

In the dream world, little Hai stretched out his hands to drive away the annoying raven on his shoulders.

She clenched her fists and screamed at Merlin:

"That's not what you said at the beginning! You didn't mention the remuneration at all..."

"That's why you didn't ask."

The orange raven flapped its wings and hovered in front of the screaming little Hila.

It said to Hella:

"Everything has a price, you should be very clear about this, if you don't want to pay the price, then you should ask carefully..."

"I do not care!"

The 8-year-old girl folded her arms and turned her face away. She said:

"I didn't promise you. You just said that you would help me realize my wish, but you didn't say that I need to pay for it."

Having said that, a cunning flashed across Little Hella's face.

She coughed solemnly, imitating Merlin's tone, and said to Merlin:

"There's a price to everything, and you should be well aware of that, Vanity, and if you want me to pay after the fact, you should have said so upfront... shouldn't you?"

"Yo."

The raven made of orange light was not angry.

As the light turned into light feathers, the figure of the raven appeared in front of little Hela.

Lord Vanity squatted down, scratched the bridge of little Hela's nose with a smile on his face, and said:

"Look at this clever little girl, you're planning to renege on your debt, aren't you?"

"I didn't say that."

Hela pushed away Merlin's fingers with a look of disgust, and she said:

"You really should have made it clear in advance."

"All right."

Merlin stood up, Raven Monarch had a strange smile on his face.

With his hands behind his back, hovering in a dream of destruction, he said:

"I hope you can still be so stubborn after a while."

"Since I can kill Surtur, I'm not afraid of your refusal, little Hela...But you must have some privileges for such a cute little girl, and I won't punish you."

Merlin says:

"And I will wait for the day when you take the initiative to apologize, remember, little Hela."

"All the generosity of fate has secretly marked the price. Next time, when you apologize, what you have to fulfill is my two wishes..."

"Hahaha, cute little girl, see you later."

Merlin's figure and his voice slowly dissipated, and a trace of worry suddenly rolled in Hela's heart.

She used to be the goddess of death, and she knew that she was dancing on the tip of a knife, and if she didn't do it well, she would be smashed to pieces, but the problem now is that she really dare not deal with this weird vanity anymore.

She is just an 8-year-old little girl who is even legendary enough...

Whatever Vanity wanted her to do, she would do it with difficulty and at great risk.

To be honest, Hella will regret it a bit.

I shouldn't have made such impulsive wishes for vanity before.

But that's the end of the matter, and it's useless to regret.

"boom"

The door of Hela's room was violently pushed open the next moment, and the sound woke up little Hela from her dream.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up on the bed.

As a result, two frost giant guards with indifferent faces rushed into the room, grabbed her from the bed without any explanation, and the cold frost shackles were shackled on Hela's arms.

"Hey hey?"

Little Haila was picked up like a cat with the nape of her neck, and she didn't even understand what happened?

She struggled in the hands of the frost giant, and she made a sound like a kitten:

"What the hell are you going to do!"

Little Hela screamed:

"I am a guest of your goddess, let me down! Damn it! Let me down!"

Hela's struggling and screaming couldn't change her situation at all. A few minutes later, in the main hall of the Frost Temple, Hela was thrown on the cold black ice.

Just as she was about to get up, Goddess Skadi, who was sitting on the black throne, waved the scepter in her hand.

Black ice thorns protruded from the ground, binding Hela's small body in the ice, leaving only her head to move.

Hella was scared.

She felt a little hairy inside.

The warning before Merlin's disappearance came to mind just now, and Hela felt that something was wrong.

"Surter is dead?"

In the Temple of Winter, Skadi's cold voice sounded like a cold wind. In the center of the main hall, a fire demon messenger holding a flaming coral staff was standing there.

It was like a half-man, half-snake monster with a lava shield on its body, but still shivering from the cold air of the temple.

Facing the question from the Winter Goddess, the messenger representing the Fire King said tremblingly:

"Yes, Lord Skadi, my lord is dead."

"But don't worry, this is just a part of my lord's great plan. This death has already been expected by my lord. In fact, if there is no assassin, my lord will find an opportunity to send himself into the Asgardians. in the trap."

Hela who was trapped on the ground changed greatly upon hearing this.

The fire demon raised his head, and a rather weird smile appeared on his Naga-like face.

It said to the goddess Skadi:

"As my lord promised, Lord Skadi, it will enter Asgard as an invincible vanguard, opening up positions for the coalition forces in the rear..."

"It's really good of you to hide it."

The Winter Goddess snorted dissatisfied.

The temperature dropped sharply at this moment, making the fire demon tremble even more.

It stuttered when it spoke.

"This... this is for the sake of victory...necessary...necessary concealment and...sacrifice...please...understand! My lord said...when Asgard was set on fire ...you and your army, you can... launch a...offensive!"

"This battle... this battle, must be won! Ragnarok... will... definitely come!"

"All right."

Skadi waved his hand, and the cold wind immediately dissipated from the fire demon's body, making the creature living in the magma feel warm again.

It moved its body like a snake, and after a while, its eyes fell on the little Hila who was trapped on the ground.

The fire demon's tone became stern.

It said to the goddess Skadi:

"Although this is my lord's plan, it should have been carried out by Odin's servants...not from our companions, Lord Skadi, the assassin's identity has been found out!"

The fire demon spit out a snake-like bright red letter, and said to the expressionless Winter Goddess:

"That's the assassin sent by Your Excellency Hela!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Little Hela struggled, her eyes widened, and she screamed in panic:

"Don't foul people's innocence! I have been staying here, how could I send an assassin who can kill Surtur?"

"boom"

Something was dropped by the fire demon on the ground of Winter Temple.

It was a black sharp blade, very weird, without a handle, like a shuttle, but the sides of the sharp blade were covered with cold light, and there was special power beating.

"It was found at the scene of the assassination."

Fire Demon said:

"The assassin used this thing to cut off my lord's head. Your Excellency Hela, is this thing familiar to you?"

Hella stopped talking.

This strange sharp knife is more than familiar.

Isn't this the sharp blade with the power of death that she shaped with her own ability?

The beating weak divine power can't be hidden from other people at all, and she is the only one among the stars who can make this thing.

She has been away from Asgard for thousands of years, and the God King can't find such a sharp blade to blame her.

So there is only one truth.

That assassin was sent by Hela, and in order to kill him with one blow, he specially wore a blade with a 100% fatality rate.

The worst thing is...

Just before Surtur died, Hela had just asked Skadi to choose between her and the Fire Lord.

this...

This is already impossible to wash away even by jumping into the Yellow River.

When Skadi turned to Hela indifferently with a hint of murderous intent, little Hela felt that she had seen herself being frozen to death.

Worst of all, she can't fight back at all now.

"Come out! Come out!"

In little Hela's heart, she yelled like crazy:

"Vanity, come out!"

"Oh, call me Uncle Vanity when you need me, and call me Vanity when you don't need me?"

Merlin's slow voice sounded in Hela's heart, and he said:

"Are you such a naughty girl?"

"That knife, what happened to that knife?"

Little Hela screamed:

"I obviously haven't made it recently!"

"It's just that you think you haven't made it, poor girl."

Merlin said softly:

"Like you thought you were dead now..."

"It's so pitiful, come on, let Uncle Vanity save it again, but remember, girl, you owe me two wishes now, oh... no, counting this time, it's three!"

"Who do you think you can hide your little thoughts from?"

Merlin laughed and said:

"I already knew that you would renege, and I have already made preparations. Next, let's watch Uncle and me perform!"

The puppetry extends from the raven tattoo on Tiny Hela's arm.

The next moment, Merlin, dressed as a woman again, raised his head, and all the fear and panic turned into a sarcastic smile on little Haila's chubby face.

"boom"

At the moment when no one noticed, with the shattering of the gate of the temple and the sound of the body of the guardian of the frost giant breaking, a screwdriver and war hammer wrapped in purple lightning flew into the hall roaring, and precisely hit the ice that bound Hela. superior.

The warhammer flew in a circle in the air, and returned to the intruder's hand with a whistling sound.

It was the Venerable Skyhammer who carried out the assassination mission!

Seabreaker Orm!

"I asked you to choose between me and Surtur, Skadi, I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it."

Little Hela, who was manipulated by Merlin, stood up, slapped the ice shards on her body, and said in her characteristic childish voice:

"You said Surtur is more useful than me, so you chose it?"

Little Hella raised her head, her green eyes fixed on the silent Skadi, and she said:

"Now that it's dead, I'm the only one left with a choice."

"Oh, by the way, I can actually understand you. You think I'm useless. Except for those skeleton legions, you think I'm your burden..."

Hela raised her hand and pointed to Venerable Sky Hammer standing behind her.

she says:

"I don't want to be considered useless by you, so I asked an elder to help..."

"Orochi, you haven't heard of this name, it doesn't matter. In short, I will take the time to tell you about the hatred between him and Odin."

"I just want to know one thing right now!"

Hela quickly jumped onto Skadi's black throne. The 8-year-old girl raised her hand presumptuously, and touched the chest of Goddess Skadi.

She used the hoarse voice of the goddess of death that she had not seen for a long time, and whispered in Skadi's ear:

"The assassins who can kill Surtur, I have a total of 7 here!"

"Tell me, Skadi, now..."

"Who is more useful?"

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