A Joke: The God of Thunder Is Afraid of Electricity

Splash!

Groups of soldiers charged forward, wielding swords and spears. Russell's first thought was that Malekith had gotten himself into trouble, and because of their similar attire, he had been implicated.

Or perhaps it was a frame-up; Malekith pulled off a big heist in the Knowhere, then disguised himself as a passerby and pinned the blame on him.

Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, the best is to flee!

Russell was well aware of his own limitations. The Black Order had a bounty on his face, and too many people were eyeing the reward. Knowhere was a mixed bag, and removing the mask to explain would only cause more trouble.

If Thanos wants to avenge Corvus Glaive himself, he'll inevitably have to throw a few cards at him. This deal is too risky!

"That Malekith dared to frame me. I pray he doesn't fall into my hands." Russell glanced at the location coordinates. The red dot hadn't moved, and he guessed that he was likely being tricked. He immediately waved his hand and led his lackeys to retreat towards the starport.

The Knowhere is a good place, Russell plans to come here often to recruit top talent. However, he has offended the local collector, and it won't be so easy for him to get in again.

He won't take the blame for this!

Meanwhile, at the Collector Tivan's hideout, he was engrossed in tinkering with his collection and showed no reaction whatsoever to the report from his subordinates.

"Master, the Asgardians are chasing the Dark Elves and have destroyed many neighborhoods, especially Prince Thor, who demolished several buildings, putting a considerable burden on our normal operations. If this continues, the reputation of the Knowhere will also be affected. Aren't you going to step in and stop them?"

"I can't afford to mess with Asgard, so let them be. Do a good job of cleaning up the mess and compiling the statistics. Put the Asgardians on the blame for those poor Dark Elves. Once the statistics are done, triple the bill and send it to Odin."

"I see!"

Tivan admired his collection with a smile, as if nothing else mattered compared to these treasures, not even the Knowhere.

Star Harbor!

Bucky and Yelena were instructed by Russell to start the spaceship, Kree couple of scientists were also taken away first, while Russell himself stood at the door stretching his arms and legs.

Natasha and Jason were on either side of them. In addition, there was a team of six Winter Soldiers. Although they were few in number, they were all elites and their fighting power should not be underestimated.

Russell had seen too many tragic scenes of his spaceship being shot down as soon as it took off, and not wanting to become one of those classic cases, he decided to stay and clear out the pursuers.

Furthermore, he was chased all the way, and his underlings were watching. If he doesn't get revenge, how will he lead the team in the future?

Along the way, Russell also discovered that the people chasing the Dark Elves were not the guardians of the Knowhere, but rather Malekith had offended someone and was being hunted down by that person.

As long as it's not a guardian of the Knowhere, everything is fine. Fight and run, and let the Dark Elves take the blame.

"That guy has absolutely no talent for being a villain; he doesn't even know how to pick on the weak..."

Speak of the devil, and he appears; Russell had barely muttered a few words when Malekith showed up.

He was carried on his lieutenant Algrim's back, severely wounded and unconscious, his pale face as black as the bottom of a pot. About twenty Dark Elves followed behind, almost all of them injured, clearly having been badly beaten.

Upon seeing Russell, Algrim's eyes lit up, and he strode over. "Your Excellency, you've been here... perhaps waiting specifically for us?"

You're overthinking it. I'd wait for anyone but elves! If it weren't for the fact that you guys could make some extra money in Asgard, I wouldn't be staying to wait for you!

Russell sneered inwardly, but remained outwardly calm. "Yes, after all, you still have an IOU in my hands. If you get killed, where will I collect the money?"

Algrim was deeply moved upon hearing this. The Dark Elves were on the verge of extinction by Asgard, and no one was willing to help them. But Russell suddenly extended a helping hand.

IOUs and such are just excuses. The enemy is the incomparably powerful Asgard. Why would we risk offending such a formidable foe for such a paltry sum of money?

Adding flowers to brocade is never as memorable as providing charcoal in the snow. Algrim was so moved that he almost shed tears. "Your Excellency, I have made the decision on behalf of the chief. From now on, the Dark Elves will follow your lead and have no disloyalty."

Russell gave Algrim a strange look. Why had this guy suddenly become so irritable? "Are you done talking? If you're done, then get out of here. The ship is in the starport. Behave yourself once you get on."

Algrim choked with emotion, beckoning more than twenty Dark Elves to run into the starport. Russell saw him looking back every few steps and thought to himself, "What an idiot! He's been sold out and he's still helping them count the money. With this kind of intelligence, no wonder he couldn't defeat Asgard back then!"

Splash—

The clanging of armor against armor created a resounding metallic clang as two columns of soldiers charged forward in perfect unison. A chilling atmosphere filled the air, like dark clouds obscuring the empty gates of the starport.

Russell's eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out which obstacle Malekith had crossed. Judging from their disciplined military bearing, they were clearly a powerful and well-established cosmic force.

Boom!

The sound of something cutting through the air came, and it landed in front of Russell with a bang. It was very fast. He vaguely saw what looked like a red streak, and then... a green blob trailing behind.

Red and green are the most awkward color combination in the world. Apart from Santa Claus and his tree, it is difficult for anyone else to pull it off.

Upon seeing the two colors mixed together, Russell's opinion of this force plummeted. He was eager to end his trip to the Knowhere and contact Asgard, where a group of Dark Elves were eager to make their move.

[Bite]

[The host has come into contact with the story character Thor Odinson, triggering Lottery Draw. Would you like to draw now?]

[The host has come into contact with the story character Loki Odinson, triggering Lottery Draw and granting two chances to draw prizes. Would you like to draw now?]

Russell: "..."

As the dust settled, the man in the red cloak stood firmly, a burly man with long, flowing golden hair, his brows exuding an imposing aura, as domineering as a lion.

It was the hammer in his hand that left Russell speechless. Now that he had handed over Malekith, he wouldn't get the reward either, because he himself didn't know how to explain it.

Red represents Thor, who is as bold, unrestrained, and passionate as he is, with a strong sense of right and wrong. However, he is also prone to emotional fluctuations, lacks self-control, speaks without thinking, and is often unrestrained in his speech.

The green cloak swayed as it got up from the ground. Without a doubt, the person who could form an awkward pairing with Thor is Loki.

His green is largely the same as his personality: clever and cunning, capricious, outwardly aloof but inwardly sensitive and highly changeable, and also somewhat insecure and misanthropic.

"Dark Elves, where is your leader? Tell me and I may spare you!"

Thor raised his hammer, pointing it at Russell, using the others as pawns to cover the retreat. Thor's character was simple: he respected anyone who sacrificed themselves to buy time for their companions, even if they were an enemy.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and kill them! Malekith has already run far away!"

The speaker was Loki, who had long, bouncy, jet-black hair, giving him the air of a Renaissance aristocrat. His good looks need no further explanation; his charming smile, coupled with slightly upturned eyebrows, exuded elegance and easily won over others.

Russell glanced at the photos and shook his head slightly. The photos in the camera were useless. Loki in this world looked different from James on Skull Island, and he guessed that Ms. Marvel would look the same.

"System, activate all three lottery draws."

As soon as the words were spoken, the system responded immediately, and three new cards were obtained.

[Character Card: Thor Odinson (I am Thor, for the glory of the Northern Gods)]

[Character Card: Loki Odinson (originally Loki Laufeyson, adopted)]

[Skill Card: Shapeshifting Magic (Transforms you into anyone you've ever seen)]

"You lot, stand still and don't move. You've done what you were supposed to do, and you've bought enough time for us. I don't want to kill you." Thor had clearly misunderstood something. Ignoring Loki's objections, he waved his hand, signaling the Asgard soldiers to rush into the starport.

Clang!

On Russell's side, his underlings, dressed in Dark Elves outfits, stood in a row behind him, weapons in hand, awaiting his orders.

Thor waved his hand, stopping the soldiers, and looked directly at Russell with his thick eyebrows and big eyes. "You only get one chance, you should learn to be grateful!"

Russell glanced at Mjolnir. It was impossible to forge a good relationship between the Dark Elves and Asgard through chance. He couldn't explain it away with coincidences, so he decided to try a different approach and get to know Odin.

"You must be Thor, the eldest prince of Asgard?"

"That's right!"

"So you're the second prince Loki?"

"..."

Russell paused for three seconds, then said quietly, "Let me tell you a joke... Thor is afraid of lightning!"

Rumble!!

Like a glass of cold water poured into boiling oil, Thor flew into a rage, raised Mjolnir high with one hand, and unleashed a blinding barrage of lightning.

He kindly let Russell off the hook, but the other not only didn't appreciate it, but also insulted him. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He swung down Mjolnir, unleashing a burst of lightning that struck Russell with a deafening roar.

Crackling sounds!

Russell's body trembled slightly, and under the astonished gazes of Thor and Loki, he raised his arm and clenched his fist, sparks crackling as Electric Arc crackled and exploded.

The Asgard soldiers stared wide-eyed as the prince's tried-and-true lightning bolts were blocked—no, absorbed.

"No wonder you dared to speak so rudely; it turns out you have the ability to control lightning."

Thor's expression changed slightly, but he quickly returned to normal. Few people in the Nine Realms use lightning as a weapon, but many in the universe, and he is very experienced in dealing with such enemies.

"Let's see if you can withstand this attack."

Thor roared and raised Mjolnir, pointing it at the sky. Instantly, a deafening roar resounded, and the black thunderclouds churned violently, splitting open.

Rumble!!

Like a thunderous sword, it pierced down, engulfing Russell and his companions without exception.

Then...

The lightning bolts, as they struck, collectively changed direction and rushed into Russell's body.

"Not bad, I didn't realize you were so capable..." Thor's expression changed, and he glanced at Loki sideways.

"Why are you looking at me? Besides unleashing lightning, the hammer in your hand can also be thrown to smash people," Loki said casually.

"Loki, that's not what you said last time."

Seeing Loki get the short end of the stick, Thor felt a surge of smugness. Russell had caught lightning twice, which only surprised him for a moment. As the saying goes, there are many people in the universe who use lightning as a weapon. If he were to be surprised for a long time every time, he would be exhausted to death.

"Dark Elves, try this trick again!"

Thor roared and swung Mjolnir, the hammer of Thor, with a whooshing sound as it lashed out, smashing it straight at Russell.

Snap!

The invincible Mjolnir was suspended in mid-air, held down by a hand!

Added 3,000 more words for the alliance leader 'Red Scarf'. The normal Buddhist update will continue later!