Marvel's Magneto is a good guy

Chapter 320 Your Majesty, This Is My Wine!

Bor's attire is very rough, with animal skins, horned helmets, and battle axes, just like a peerless king who came out of primitive society.

He finished his roar, looking a little dazed, and didn't even hear Eric call him.

He was sealed for too long, so long that his consciousness almost dissipated between heaven and earth, and was awakened so suddenly, his consciousness was still in chaos.

Eric understood his problem after a little thought, and stood silently waiting for him to recover. At the same time, he also took the opportunity to observe the former king of Asgard.

Bor's strength is also at the level of the heavenly father, but it is several grades worse than Odin's. This is related to the divine power inheritance of their Asa protoss.

In order to obtain the power that can fight against the god group, they came up with the method of passing on the power of the gods. From father to son, from son to grandson, the power of the gods is passed on from generation to generation, condensed, and then added to the power of the contemporary people, smelted in one furnace, and finally gathered In one person, that person will possess the divine power of the entire Asa clan.

When Bor was sealed, he was in his prime, and his power of Bor was far from reaching its peak, but at the moment of being sealed, it was automatically passed on to Odin, and Odin took the power of his grandfather and father to cheat , and practiced his Odin's power until his old age, his strength must be stronger than Bor's.

If you compare with Eric, in terms of physical fitness and divine power, the two are on par, but Eric is very confident, like Bor, he can hit three at a time!
"Wizard? Are you the wizard my son Odin asked to save me?" Bor finally remembered who he was, shaking his head, and asked Eric in a slightly confused manner.

Eric sneered and shook his head, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty Bor, before I say this, please allow me to introduce myself!"

Bor didn't speak, just tilted his head to look at him.

"I, Eric Lanshere, the current King of Asgard! Lord of the Nine Realms!"

Eric straightened his back, stared straight into Bol's eyes, and slowly read his name.

Boer's expression suddenly froze, first he didn't believe it, then he doubted it, then he became angry, and finally, it turned into murderous aura!
"You're lying!" Bol roared, raised his ax and struck at Eric.

Eric reached out his hand lightly, caught the tomahawk firmly, and looked at him calmly.

Bor was panting violently. He had just regained his freedom, and his strength was still at a low ebb. He couldn't even exert one-tenth of his strength. He was not Eric's opponent at all, but this did not affect his eyesight.

"You can't lie to me, you are not the Asa Protoss!"

"Of course I'm not, I'm from Midgard." Eric shrugged and let go of Bor's battle axe.

"Atrium?" Bor took a step back and looked at him vigilantly. There was a little melancholy in his eyes, and he didn't know what to think of. "What happened in Asgard? Why did you become the king of gods?"

Eric smiled and shook his head, "At this time, you won't believe anything I say. Within the Nine Realms, you can tell me a place, and I'll take you there. Ask yourself."

Bor was dubious, stared at him for a moment, then nodded slightly, "Vanerheim, Asgard and Asgard have always been at odds, they won't lie to me."

"Then let's go!" Eric chuckled, tapped his finger, opened the portal to Vanaheim, and took the lead to enter. Bor hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and went in.

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"Eric? You're not enjoying life in Asgard, so why come to me when you have time?" As soon as Eric arrived in Vanaheim, the god of the sea, Niord, sensed him and immediately appeared in front of him. , but his complexion is not very good-looking.

That's right, this guy originally wanted to trouble Eric, but he didn't expect to be beaten twice in a row, and no one would be happy if he put it on anyone.

Eric smiled without saying a word, Niord was in doubt, and Bor came across the space gate.

Niord and Boll looked at each other, and were stunned for a while.

"You are?" Bor looked Niord up and down, and asked hesitantly: "Niold? How did you grow up so big? When I saw you last time, you were chased by wolves with your father. "

"Bor!" Niord's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, "This is impossible, you have been dead for tens of thousands of years!"

"What? Tens of thousands of years?" Bor was stunned on the spot, at a loss.

Eric patted Niord on the shoulder, and whispered: "He was sealed, I rescued him just now, whatever he asks you, you just say, tell the truth, you're welcome!"

After all, Eric quietly retreated hundreds of miles, leaving enough "communication space" for the two of them.

Sure enough, as Eric expected, as soon as he left, the two started fighting with their back feet.

Of these two people, one was born with a bad temper, and the other just woke up and was eager to know what happened. Every sentence was full of gunpowder, so it would be strange if they didn't fight!
"Hey, tell me, the Nine Realms are so big, you don't choose other places, but choose Vanaheim! Tsk tsk, you can't live without doing your own crime!" Eric gloated and watched the one-sided battle from a distance, watching All hurt for Boer.

Bol's current strength is at an absolute trough. Although Niord is not at the peak, it is still safe to abuse him.

Niord had a great time, and he blamed Bol for the pain that Eric inflicted on him.If I can't beat your son or your grandson, then I'll beat you!Let you see why the flowers are so red!

He didn't forget the business, and intermittently told several major events that happened in the Nine Realms after Bor's "death". Of course, he spoke from his point of view, and he was very hostile to Odin's story.

Bor listened carefully while being distracted from the fight. His strength had already dropped greatly, but now he couldn't concentrate on the fight, and he was beaten all over his head after more than ten rounds.

However, his heart hurts more than his physical injury!

Odin, his son, had no intention of saving him!

"No, I don't believe it!" Bor suddenly broke out, splitting the waves with an axe, rushing to Niord against the overwhelming magical attack, grabbed his neck, and shouted with red eyes: "I If you don’t believe me, you lied to me!”

"Your Majesty Bor, it's almost time. Let's go back to Asgard." Eric appeared at the right time, easily rescued Niord, winked at him, and asked him with his eyes, "Are you happy?"

Niord understood in seconds, quietly gave a thumbs up, and nodded with a relaxed expression.

"Hey!" Eric snickered, looked at Bor's head full of bags, raised his head and called, "Heimdall!"

Heimdall had been waiting for a long time, and immediately opened the Rainbow Bridge to bring back the two god kings of Asgard.

"Your Majesty Eric, Your Majesty Bor, welcome back!" Heimdall knelt on one knee and greeted respectfully.

"Heimdall, do you still drink the wine I gave you? If you don't drink it, I will take it away." Eric made a gesture to take it.

Heimdall hurriedly got up to stop him, picked up a wine jug, and drank it down in one gulp, "Your Majesty, this is my wine!"

(End of this chapter)