Asgard had run into trouble, and Thor had failed to stem the Frost Giants' advance as he had hoped. Even with the Vanir joining their forces, they had only managed to reach a stalemate with the Frost Giants. The bitterly cold environment of Jotunheim also severely hampered the allied forces' combat effectiveness.
The situation now was that Asgard's allied forces had established a fairly secure forward base in Jotunheim. They were searching the vast, frozen world for Laufey, King of the Frost Giants.
The people of Asgard still clung to an ancient belief about war: defeat the enemy's king head-on, and the fighting would be over. But Jotunheim was hardly smaller than Earth, and Asgard's frustratingly small number of troops meant that searching it could take who knew how many years.
To the people of Asgard, fighting a war for a hundred years was probably about the same as humans fighting one for a year or two. They simply existed on entirely different timescales.
When Luo Xia heard the news, he thought, These allies are fucking hopeless.
With the Bifrost's power, they could simply fire at full force and blast Jotunheim. It would take only an hour or two for Laufey to fall to his knees and call them daddy.
And yet the people of Asgard still wanted to fight them hand to hand?
"No wonder Asgard's regular troops are still hacking away with swords," Luo Xia said, looking exasperated.
It wasn't a matter of technology. The problem was that their leaders were set in their ways and didn't know how to adapt.
It was like the many elderly people among humans who couldn't accept the conveniences brought by high-tech products, didn't want to learn new things, and preferred to live as they had in the old days. But their