The dwarves had been holding on under immense pressure because they believed Thor was only the vanguard.
After all, in past wars, Thor had been known throughout the Nine Realms as a reckless brute.
He often charged alone into enemy formations to slaughter left and right before the main army had even gathered.
Faced with Brock's anxious questioning, Thor froze, not knowing how to answer for a moment.
He couldn't exactly tell these allies who were bleeding and fighting for their lives that Asgard, which claimed to watch over the Nine Realms, had no idea they were being invaded.
The two brothers had come here simply because they wanted the dwarves to forge equipment for them, hadn't they?
In that brief instant when Thor hesitated.
Corvus Glaive, who had been watching him closely, did not miss this fatal opening.
"Die!"
Corvus Glaive's agile figure shot forward close to the ground, the peerless war blade in his hand drawing a frigid gleam as it slashed straight for Thor's neck!
The strike was as fast as lightning!
"Watch out!"
Brock caught sight of the danger from the corner of his eye.
Without the slightest hesitation, he roared and shoved Thor away.
"Slash—!"
The peerless war blade missed Thor, but mercilessly cleaved into Brock.
A horrifying wound deep enough to expose bone ran from his left shoulder all the way to his right abdomen.
Brock's towering body crashed to the ground, his blood staining the area red.
"No—!!!"
Thor's eyes split with fury, and his enraged roar echoed across the battlefield.
With a sweep of both hands, he blasted a thick bolt of lightning into Corvus Glaive's chest, sending him flying dozens of meters away.
Then Thor slid forward and threw himself down beside Brock.
"Hold on! You'll be all right!" Thor said