Seeing Deathstroke torment Ulik like that, Squirrel very obviously swallowed again. A small bulge slid down her slender neck with a "gulp."
But what could she say? She was just a little squirrel, and Deathstroke had a vicious hound like the God Eater in his hands. She could not even tell him to be kind.
Besides, seeing Ulik's head turned into a bald dome and painted snow-white, she even found it a little funny. A voice in her heart kept saying:
"Nicely done. What a perfect prank."
Squirrel actually said it aloud. That was exactly what she thought, and she even wore a mischievous grin.
Of course. The Troll King had nothing to do with her, and his kind always guarded bridges and caused trouble for passersby, making it harder for Squirrel to find victims for her pranks. Deathstroke had gotten rid of them, so everyone's lives would be better.
Ratatoskr liked pranks and enjoyed seeing others fume and stomp their feet, but she had limits. She never bullied the pitiful or unfortunate—at least, not on the day their misfortune happened.
Think about it: if someone had to pay a toll to a Troll while crossing a bridge, that was an extra unlucky expense. Squirrel could not prank that person, because they had already been unlucky once that day.
She liked having fun and seeking amusement, but she was not an evil god. She did not want to drive anyone to death.
"Thanks for the compliment. Next, I should deal with the Dark Elves. Goddess, do you want to come along?"
Dusting off his hands, Su Ming used the Cosmic Cube to lift Alfheim's spatial lockdown, then had the Adjutant pack up all the Troll corpses along with the oversized Servo-Skull.
"I'm planning to play a game with Malekith. His