Outside the gates of the War College, on the enormous plaza at the edge of the arena.
Countless warriors were sharpening their weapons and preparing to set out.
At the front of the warriors, Fiona stood with her arms crossed, then silently... changed her pose.
Better to put her hands behind her back. There was barely anything to hold when she crossed her arms...
Ahem.
In any case, Fiona listened indifferently to the passionate speech being delivered from the platform ahead by her rival, Hela.
Hela was currently leading Drogon, who had become "listless" after his lust had faded, as she explained their upcoming tactical objectives to the warriors.
After listening for a while, Fiona showed a look of understanding.
It seemed her objective was simply to go to a planet called Jotunheim, then beat up someone called Laufey...
It sounded simple enough, but as Hela spoke more and more, Fiona gradually became interested.
Because Hela had gotten to this part!
Hela:
"Do not forget, warriors, that the war between Asgard and the Frost Giants has continued since ancient times for more than hundreds of thousands of years!
Before and after, more than a hundred Kings of Gods have remained entangled with the kings of the Frost Giants in an unending fate!
On the day every Asgardian is born, before they even have time to open their eyes, they will press their thumbs into the eye sockets of the Frost Giant child beside them!
After every Asgardian comes of age, so long as he is qualified to lift a weapon, the weapon in his hand will inevitably be swung first at Frost Giant warriors!
They are our mortal enemies, and their king is the mortal enemy of our King of Gods!
Their fate has always stood opposite ours!"
Hearing this,