Swish, swish, swish!
Pair after pair of eyes turned toward Xu Kun, who had not fled the scene.
Xu Kun froze, unconsciously stroking the Iron Gauntlets on his arm.
"Give it to him? What do you mean?"
"I don't need to explain myself to you. If you don't want the Titan Race to become a thing of the past, hand Mjolnir over to him."
After saying that, Viktor's mechanical eye turned toward Brok in the crowd. "Brok, gather our people. Prepare to leave this cage!"
"Big brother..." Brok had already broken down in tears.
No one had expected things to develop to this point.
Ornn and the others were confused. As Mjolnir's forger, Sindri, who had now become Viktor, should have understood this better than anyone.
Indeed, even they were unable to lift the curse Mjolnir had placed upon the entire Dark Elf Race.
Only the one acknowledged as Mjolnir's master could do so!
Since Viktor knew that, did asking them to hand Mjolnir over mean he believed Xu Kun could...
"What? You don't agree? Then let everything be destroyed!" Viktor had no interest in wasting words.
"We agree!" After a brief secret discussion, the three had already come up with a plan.
Ornn summoned Mjolnir and looked at the two of them. "Though some unexpected developments have occurred, the wager between our two sides still stands."
"Xu Kun, your master lost. Hand over Starfall Nine Heavens."
"The Blazing God Source, the Power Belt, and Mjolnir will all be given to you!"
"I never thought you would be the ones to benefit in the end!"
Xu Kun clenched his fists, unable to let go for the moment.
Like Ou Yezi, he had believed that the Huaxia Dragon Cauldron would be enough to win this wager.
But now, the Huaxia Dragon