"Everyone else is talking to Baldr. Why aren't you?"
Loki even leaned closer. After catching the strong scent of alcohol on the burly man, he withdrew his head in relief and asked with a smile.
"I don't know him, and there's a whole bunch of people sniveling and crying like weak human women!" The Warrior slapped his chest and sneered. "Today is a good day to die in battle. Everyone should drink deeply, sing loudly, and welcome their glorious destiny! I look down on them!"
A standard Asgardian answer, containing elements such as "nationalism," "an excess of self-awareness," "bad breath," and so on.
The God of Mischief nodded repeatedly, agreeing with the towering warrior. "You're right. Look at my brother Thor—he's a big old woman! By the way, what should I call you?"
"People call me Greatwood Daksu. I'm ninety years old this year, with no wife or children. I can die in battle anytime!"
Unsolicited kindness usually hid treachery or theft. Su Ming instantly saw through Loki's intentions, but he still played along on the surface.
Loki was even more delighted. Only ninety? Wasn't that a child among children? This was exactly the kind of brainless fool he needed!
His eyes shifted, and a plan came to mind. Putting on a sorrowful expression, he said, "Still, Baldr really is a powerful warrior—at least stronger than I am. I've heard many people say he's even stronger than Odin. Don't you want to spar with him while there's time to rest? See what gives him the right to surpass the All-Father in your heart?"
Su Ming laughed inwardly. Ah, so that was the plan.
Loki must have seen him using Yggdrasil to swat away missiles and plasma. He intended to use him to put Baldr in his place. If someone happened