With Xandar's blood, we shall forge an unbreakable oath. Asgard and the Kree Empire shall remain eternal allies, watching over and aiding one another from this day forth as we divide the universe between us.
The moment Evenson laid out that condition, Bouchard and Alby felt as though they had plunged into an icy abyss. No matter how clueless or stupid they were, they knew exactly how tempting it was!
Though it was nothing more than an empty promise for now, if it came to pass, Ronan's long-cherished wish would be fulfilled, and his status within the Kree Empire would surely soar. As for the Kree Empire, gaining a powerful ally like Asgard would let them break their current expansion deadlock and seize an excellent opportunity to redraw the universe's spheres of influence. It was something they had dreamed of!
Compared to that, what was Hogun's little patch of territory worth? But if this happened, then their original mission would be considered a failure. What would become of them?
Would they go home, have a drink, change into clean, beautiful clothes, lie down in bed, and leave the rest to their families while their relatives waited for the feast?
In their dreams! The moment they returned, Frigga's people would probably seize them on the spot. Besides, they had ceded territory in exchange for aid. Put another way, they had sold out their country for glory. Their deaths would surely be horrific!
Exterminating their clans would be the bare minimum. Being cut inch by inch, minced into meat, flayed alive? Or having their hands and feet chopped off, their hands sewn onto their feet and feet onto their hands, then being tossed into a wine jar and tortured to death? All of that was possible. Ever since the demon queen took