Chapter 1189: 10. Little Hella's great sadness (4)

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Little Hella had a dream.
This is normal.
The 8-year-old girl always has some strange dreams when she sleeps, even the goddess of death can also dream.
A few days ago, Hella also dreamed that she and young Thor and Loki wandered around in the Golden Palace riding a rainbow unicorn. The dream, the horrible gentle picture, directly scared Hella .
But this dream is great tonight.
In the dream, Hella saw that the nasty King of Fire, Surter, was broken in the head by a weird guy, and the entire Mosbelheim roared for the death of the King of Fire.
That scene is really cool!
Surtel is dead and the eternal fire is stored on Odin's side, which means that Surter will never be resurrected.
The prophecy of the gods at dusk will not come true.
All her concerns can come to an end.
In her sleep, a small smile appeared on the face of Little Hella Fat Dudu. She rolled over on the bed and fell asleep again.
For children, adequate sleep is very important.
"Little Hella!"
A voice suddenly sounded in Hella's dream, causing the goddess of death to raise her head in surprise.
As a result, in that ruinous scene, the orange-colored raven fell from the burning sky.
It flapped its wings, quickly circling around Little Hella, and finally landed on her shoulder.
The raven tilted his head and looked at Little Hella.
It said:
"Your wish is fulfilled, Surter is dead."
"???
Little Hella opened her mouth wide.
She recognized who the voice was, the vanity.
But what does that mean?
"Isn't this a dream?"
Hella stared at the roaring world of flames, and she asked:
"You mean, is this true?"
"Of course, little Hella."
Merlin said mildly:
"You prayed to me that Surter would die tonight, so I fulfilled your wish."
"Under the assassination of an assassin, the King of Fire died on his throne, and its skull is now being used as a spoils of loot and sent to Asgard."
"It will be sent to Odin as a symbol of Asgard's great victory to inspire the spirit of the gods."
"You will get the news soon."
The Vanity King chuckled.
"I have fulfilled your wish, Hella, now it is up to you to fulfill my wish."
"what?"
Little Hella's eyes widened.
The orange raven made a pointed beak and pecked the ears of the dull little Hella. It said:
"You don't think this expensive wish comes at a price?"
"This is not the same as saying good!"
In the dream world, Xiaohai stretched out his hands and drove away the nasty raven on his shoulder.
She clenched her fists and screamed at Merlin:
"You didn't say that at first! You didn't mention anything at all..."
"That's why you didn't ask."
Orange light's raven flapped its wings and hovered before the screaming little Hella.
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 held her arms and looked away, she said:
"I didn't promise you, you just said you would help me fulfill my wish, but you didn't say I need to pay for it."
Speaking of which, a hint of cunning flashed across Xiao Hella's face.
With a serious cough, she learned Merlin's tone and said to Merlin:
"Everything has a price. You should be very clear about this, vanity. If you want me to pay afterwards, you should say it in advance... isn't it?"
"Yo."
The orange raven was not angry.
In the scattered fragments of light turned into light plumes, the figure of the raven appeared in front of Xiao Haila.
The vanity lord squatted down and smiled on the nose bridge of Little Hella. He said:
"Look at this clever little girl, are you going to pay off, right?"
"I didn't say it."
Hella turned her finger away in disgust, she said:
"You really should make it clear in advance."
"Ok."
Merlin stood up, and the Raven Lord's face was full of weird smiles.
He carried his hands on his back and hovered in a ruined dream. He said:
"I hope you can still talk so hard in a while."
"Since I can kill Surtle, I'm not afraid of your bad debts, little Hella... but your cute little girl must have some privileges, I will not punish you."
Merlin says:
"And I will wait for the day when you take the initiative to apologize, remember, Little Hella."
"All the generosity of destiny has secretly marked the price. Next time, when you apologize, what you have to accomplish is my two wishes..."
"Hahaha, cute little girl, we will see you later."
Merlin's figure and his voice slowly dissipated, and Hella rolled a little worry in her heart.
Once the goddess of death, she knew that she was dancing on the tip of a knife, and if she failed, she would crush her bones, but the problem now is that she really dare not deal with this weird vanity again.
She is now only an 8-year-old girl with the strength to choke...
No matter what Vanity wants her to do, she can hardly do it, and takes great risks.
Seriously, Hella will regret it.
Those who shouldn't have been so impulsive to make a wish for vanity before.
But now that the matter is over, regret is useless.
"boom"
The door of Hella's room was violently pushed open at the next moment, and the sound awakened Little Hella from her dream.
She rubbed her eyes and sat up from the bed.
As a result, two cold-faced frost giant guards rushed into the room, involuntarily grabbing her from the bed, and cold frost shackles were tortured on Hella's arms.
"Hey hey?"
Little Hella was lifted up like a cat carrying the back of her neck, and she hadn't even figured out what happened?
She was struggling in the hands of the frost giant, and she made a kitten-like voice:
"What the are you doing!"
Little Hella screamed:
"I'm a noble guest of your goddess, let me down! Damn it! Let me down!"
Hella's struggles and screams couldn't change her situation at all. After a few minutes, in the main hall of the Frost Temple, Hella was thrown the cold black ice.
She just wanted to get up, and the Scati goddess sitting on the black throne waved her scepter.
Black ice thorns protrude from the ground, binding Hella's small body in the ice, leaving only his head to move.
Hella was afraid.
She felt a little hairy inside.
The warning just before Merlin disappeared came to mind, and Hella felt that something was wrong.
"Sultel is dead?"
In the Winter Temple, Skatti's cold voice sounded like a cold wind, and in the middle of the main hall, a fiery messenger holding a flaming coral staff was standing there.
It was like a half-human and half-snake monster with a lava shield on it, but it was still shaking with the cold air in the temple.
Faced with the questioning of the goddess of winter, the emissary representing the King of Fire trembling said:
"Yes, Lord Scati, my Lord is dead."
"But don’t worry, this is just one part of our Lord’s great plan. This death has long been expected by our Lord. In fact, without that Assassin, our Lord will find a chance to send himself to the Asgard In the trap."
Hearing this, the color of the sea ramen trapped on the ground changed a lot.
The fire demon raised his head and a rather strange smile appeared on his face like Naga.
It said to the goddess Scati:
"As promised by my Lord, Lord Scati, it will enter Asgard as an invincible vanguard and open positions for the coalition forces in the rear..."
"It's so good that you hide."
The winter goddess snorted dissatisfiedly.
The temperature dropped sharply at this moment, making the fire demon tremble even more.
It became stuttering when it spoke.
"This...this is for victory...necessary...necessary concealment and...sacrifice...please...forgive me! My Lord said...when Asgard was lit by flames ...You and your army can... launch... attack!"
"This battle... this battle will win! The gods at dusk... will surely...will surely come!"
"Ok."
Scati 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 moment, its eyes fell on the little Hella trapped on the ground.
The tone of the fire demon became fierce.
It said to the goddess Scati:
"Although this is my Lord's plan, it should have been executed by Odin's servants...not from our companion, His Excellency Scati, the identity of that assassin has been ascertained!"
The fire demon spit a bright red letter like a snake, and said to the expressionless winter goddess:
"That's an assassin sent by Lord Hella!"
"You bullshit!"
Little Hella struggled, her eyes widened, she screamed in panic:
"Don't just be innocent! I have been here, how could I send assassins enough to kill Surtle?"
"boom"
One thing was thrown by the fire demon on the ground of the Winter Temple.
It was a black blade, weird, without a handle, like a shuttle, but the blade was covered with cold light on both sides, and there was a special power beating.
"This was found at the scene of the assassination."
The fire demon said:
"Then the assassin used this thing to cut off my lord's head, Lord Hella, are you familiar with this thing?"
Hella stopped talking.
This strange blade is more than familiar.
Isn't that what she created with her own abilities, with a blade of death?
The beating divine power couldn't hide from anyone else. Only she could make the whole star.
She had left Asgard for thousands of years, and the king could not find this kind of blade to blame her.
So there is only one truth.
The assassin was sent by Hella, and in order to be fatal, he also deliberately brought this blade with a death rate of 100%.
The most terrible thing is...
Just before Surter died, Hella had just asked Scati to choose one between her and the King of Fire.
This...
This is not clear even if I jump into the Yellow River.
When Scati was indifferent and turned to Hella with a murderous gaze, Little Hella felt that she had already seen her frozen situation.
The worst thing is that she can't fight back now.
"You come out! You come out!"
In Little Hella's heart, she yelled like crazy:
"Vanity, you come out!"
"Oh, when you need me, call me Uncle Vanity. If you don't need me, just call me Vanity?"
Merlin's slow voice sounded in Hella's heart, he said:
"Are you such a bad girl?"
"That knife, what is that knife?"
Little Hella screamed:
"I have obviously not made it recently!"
"Just you think you haven't made it, poor girl."
Merlin said softly:
"Just like you thought you were dead now..."
"It's pitiful, come on, let Uncle Vanity save again, but remember, girl, you owe me two wishes now, oh...no, count this time, it's three!"
"Who do you think your careful thought can hide?"
Merlin chuckled and said:
"I already knew that you would be delinquent, and I have already made preparations. Next, watch my uncle perform!"
Puppetry extended from the raven tattoo on Little Hella's arm.
At the next moment, Merlin, who once again wore a woman, raised her head, and all the fear and panic turned into a ridiculous smile on the face of Little Hella Fat.
"boom"
At a moment when no one noticed it, with the shattering of the temple gate and the sound of the frost giant guardian's body cracking, a screwdriver hammer with purple thunder screamed into the hall, hitting the ice block that bound Hella accurately on.
The warhammer flew a circle in the air and roared back to the intruder.
Awesome is the Heaven Hammer Venerable who performed the assassination mission!
Sea Breaker Aum!
"I asked you to choose between me and Surtle, Scati, I gave you a chance, you don't cherish it."
Little Hella, who was manipulated by Merlin, stood up and flapped the ice chips on his body, while using his iconic children's voice to say:
"You said Surter was more useful than me, so you chose it?"
Little Hella raised her head, her green eyes stared at the unspoken Scati, she said:
"Now it's dead, leaving me with only one choice."
"Oh, by the way, I can actually understand you. You think I'm useless. Except for the few dead bones legions, you think I'm your burden..."
Hella raised her hand and pointed to Venerable Heaven Hammer standing behind her.
she says:
"I also don't want to be considered useless by you, so I found an elder to help..."
"Da snake, you haven't heard of this name, it doesn't matter anyway, in short, the hatred between him and Odin, I will take the time to tell you slowly."
"I just want to know one thing now!"
Hella jumped quickly to the black throne of Scati. The 8-year-old girl raised her hand freely and touched the goddess of Scati.
She whispered into Scati's ear in a long-lost, hoarse voice of the goddess of death:
"You can kill Surtrell's assassins. I have seven of them here!"
"Tell me, Scati, now..."
"Who is more useful?"
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