Tony spoke in an even tone. Hearing this, Thor froze for a moment, then asked in confusion, "Why?"
Tony gave him a calm look without saying a word.
Thor suddenly caught on and silently cursed himself for being an idiot.
The Spacecraft was Malekith's home turf. Who knew what contingencies he had prepared inside? If Tony charged straight in, he would immediately lose his home-field advantage.
Against a weaker opponent, that might not matter. But was Malekith weak?
Not even Odin would dare say that. Naturally, against an enemy like him, they needed to weaken him by whatever means they could.
"Ahem." Thor cleared his throat and scratched his head awkwardly. "All right, leave it to me. I'll go force him out."
With that, Thor turned and left.
The longer he stayed, the more he felt like a complete dumbass. Time to make himself scarce.
With a plan in mind, Thor returned to the battlefield and quickly sent his voice to the Gods, ordering them to go all out. Even if both sides suffered heavy losses, they had to drive back the army of the Dark Elves.
He refused to believe Malekith could sit still while his army retreated in defeat.
The Gods hesitated when they heard Thor's words, but none objected.
As a prince of the Asgardians, Thor's orders still carried some weight, especially at a time like this.
Unless someone wanted to be branded Anti-Asgardian, no one would casually defy his orders.
At once, the Gods' attacks grew even more ferocious.
The Dark Elf priests had originally been holding their own against the Gods, but once the Gods began trading injury for injury without hesitation, they quickly fell onto the back foot.
Soon, Hoder, the God of Darkness, killed his opponent at the cost of severe injuries!
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