Not to mention the miserable experience of the Big Snake, Thor and his companions are trekking in the snow and ice in the starry sky far away from the earth.

Although Thor's own strength has not been restored, under the escort of Sif and Heimdal, he still arrived in Jotunheim without any danger.

This place was despised and despised by the Asgardians.

This is the world of Frost Giant. Although during the Battle of the Ten Realms, the main army of Frost Giant led by the evil spirit Scarti to invade the divine realm was wiped out, which once put the Frost Giant in a desperate situation of almost genocide.

But as time goes by, this tough race finally recovered some vitality.

The barbaric frost giants are not born. After every cold wave in the cold wind in Jodonheim blows through the snowy mountains, new frost giants will appear in the wind and snow.

Several years after the Battle of the Ten Realms, the Frost Giant once again had tens of thousands of people from the brink of the country's destruction.

Of course, this is too far from the scale of nearly ten million soldiers when they were in their heyday. Moreover, the frost giants who hated Asgard's rule had mostly died in the collapse of Asgard's heaven and earth, and only a few of them escaped back to their hometown.

In other words, even if these new frost giants form new civilizations in the future, they have nothing to do with the frost giant civilization of the last century.

There is no hatred for the Asgardians.

Of course, there is still disgust.

"Ao!"

Thor and his group marched into the depths of the world of Jotunheim, and along the way they encountered several migrating small tribes of frost giants. The primitive giants waved their rough ice hammers and roared loudly at the strange traveler.

On the ridges of ice and snow, they waved their weapons, like driving away wild animals, causing a rolling cold wind, but they just roared from afar and didn't dare to get close.

Thor, who rode on the goat, did not infuriate these primitive frost giants.

He, Shiv, and Heimdal only avoided these migrating creatures from afar.

Their time is tight and they cannot be wasted on fighting with these giants.

"The Frost Giant is in a slump."

The crystal snowflakes hovered beside Sif under the blow of the cold wind. The fully armed female general pulled the reins of the horse and looked back at the small tribe that was invisible in the wind and snow.

She said to Thor around her:

"They can only return to their previous scale in a few thousand years. There will be no wars from Jotunheim in the future territory of Asgard. I think the divine realm ruled by you will be an era of peace."

"I'm not so optimistic."

Thor shook his head, not focusing on the scattered frost giants.

He drove the grinder and flew in the cold and gloomy sky with his two friends. He soon crossed the endless ice field, and approached the mountains at the source of the world under the increasingly violent wind and snow.

And the deeper you go into the world of Jotunheim, the worse the climate is.

The extreme deep cold could not affect Sif and Heimdal, but a cold ice flow came like the wind, which still made Thor unable to help but tighten the fluffy cloak on his body.

His hair was already connected together, and there was snow-white frost on his eyebrows, and his cheeks were even painful by the cold wind, and even had traces of low-temperature frostbite.

He was trembling, and every inch of his skin was trembling.

After all, he is no longer the fearless Thor.

Moreover, compared to physical torture, the pressure on the mind also made Thor unable to smile.

He was ordered to take over the burden of the king from his father, and embarked on this unknown and urgent journey. This rapid change was like a mountain pressing on his heart, which made Thor breathless.

The snake that was about to kill his father and destroy Asgard's inheritance might return to Earth at any time. Thor did not know Merlin's plan. In his opinion, with Asgard's current situation, it was impossible to resist the snake's attack.

If he cannot receive the power of the World Tree before destruction comes, he will not only lose his parents, but also can only watch his country and people extinction in the disaster of fear.

There was an indescribable sense of urgency pushing Thor, who had to find the legendary spring of wisdom in the shortest time.

“It’s right in front.”

Heimdal, wearing a full set of armor, raised his head, and the howling cold wind could not block the amber eyes of the gatekeeper.

All the secrets were seen through, and he raised his finger and pointed at the mountains that were towering into the clouds in front of him.

He said to Thor and Sif:

"The second several trees of the World Tree are in this mountain range, and the ancestor of the giant, Mimeer, and the spring of wisdom guarded by it are also in the valley. It is almost here, Thor, hold on."

Heimdal obviously noticed Thor's predicament at this time, and the natural environment here was too harsh.

For an Asgardian who lost his divine nature, this place is a place of death.

The frost giants born in the cold wave did not dare to approach here. In their ancient legend, this mountain represents death.

"Let's go!"

Thor breathed a sigh of relief towards his trembling and almost lost consciousness, but the moment he opened his mouth, a cold wind poured into his mouth, making Thor's teeth feel like they were about to be cracked.

He grabbed the water bag on his waist and poured a sip of strong wine into his mouth, which added a hint of warmth to his frozen body.

He forced himself to cheer up and headed towards the mountains in front of him.

After more than ten minutes, they arrived at the ridge, and the temperature here dropped again. Even the king of beasts who lived in the divine realm like the Gripper could not withstand the terrifying cold wind.

The tough and loyal goat was wailing, carrying Thor hard, trekking in the snow, but its mane was covered with frozen snowflakes.

“We have to walk.”

In the howling cold wind, Heimdal shouted loudly to Thor:

"Let the livestock stay here, and they can't walk the next path."

The gatekeeper's voice was faintly visible in the cold wind, but Thor heard him and jumped out of the goat's saddle and patted the goat's frozen neck.

Untie the reins of the clencher and slapped the goat's butt hard.

The gritter made a loud noise, and it pressed its head against Thor, a beast that had accompanied Thor for nearly a thousand years, stubbornly wanted to accompany its master to the end.

But Thor shook his head at it and reached out to pat his head.

In the constant roar of the goat, Thor carried the gray eternal gun and grabbed the black battle axe. In the biting cold wind, he stepped on the waist-deep snow, and followed Shiff and Heimdal toward the higher part of the mountain.

But while Thor's difficult journey, there was a malicious intention from other places that targeted the three Asgardians.

"roar"

Just as they entered the platform leading to the inner mountain range through the narrow and dangerous mountain path, a roar of a beast came from the howling cold wind.

Heimdal immediately drew out his heavy sword and protected Thor. Shif also drew out his own sword. In front of them, a group of tall thugs in armor rushed out of their hiding place roaring.

The leader held a red rock fist glove, tall and ferocious, with a gray mane dancing in the wind, looking like an enlarged version of an orangutan.

A bunch of barbaric trolls!

"Look at who this is!"

The guy was not afraid of the cold wind and stood carelessly in front of the three Asgardians.

Its dog legs roared excitedly and savagely, trapping the three people at the edge of the cliff platform.

"Thor! Oh, great Thor, your visit makes this ghost place shine brightly. Should we exiled people kneel down and ask for your kind forgiveness here?"

The guy walked towards the Asgardian step by step. As he got closer, Thor also saw the guy clearly.

"Urik!"

Thor exclaimed.

The one in front of me is the bandit leader who led the trolls to invade the divine realm with Scarty in the Battle of the Ten Realms. This guy is famous throughout the Nine Realms.

Its brute force, brutality and cunning made it even escape from Odin and Thor several times.

For more than a thousand years, it has been Thor's old rival.

Everyone thought Urik and its trolls died in Asgard's collapse.

But no one expected that this cunning guy could escape and hide in the corner of Jotunheim, which no one paid attention to.

"Madman!"

A golden light burst out from Heimdal's body. He stepped forward and the brave general roared in the cold wind:

"Get out!"

But Urik didn't even look at Heimdal, who was full of fighting spirit. He stared at Thor, and the beast's eyes were full of hatred, it said:

"It's ridiculous that old ghost Odin destroyed the Nine Realms, but he still tried to let his weak son inherit the throne!"

"I was entrusted to wait here. I thought those big guys were just making fun of me..."

Speaking of this, the troll showed a hideous smile on his face, and he said proudly:

"But who would have thought that Thor, who is of noble status, would take the initiative to come to his door. Today, I will kill Odin's last son here and let the great god king completely die!"

"You defected to the Big Snake?"

Thor immediately understood the reason why Ukulele appeared here. He held Zhan Biao tightly and gritted his teeth and said:

"You really believe what the evil god of fear promised you? Are you crazy?"

"Don't say so badly."

Urik shrugged, and the troll directed his subordinates to attack the cliff in front of him from both sides.

Heimdal and Shiff fought against the trolls in this narrow and dangerous place, but the savage and thick-skinned guys didn't want to defeat them at all.
To be continued...