The next afternoon, four Asgardians in bizarre attire walked into Old Bridge Town. Their strange outfits drew stares from passersby. Dressed in medieval-style antique armor and carrying axes, longswords, and shields, they looked as though they had just run off the set of The Lord of the Rings.
The townspeople watched the odd group and wondered whether some kind of Renaissance festival was about to be held. The Warriors Three and the female warrior Sif, who had come from Asgard, were completely unaware of this. They merely believed the humans of this backward world were ignorant and had never seen heroic warriors from beyond their realm.
In the eyes of these Asgardians, Earth still remained in the ancient barbaric age, when humans lived primitive lives of hunting and tribal communities, before the development of modern technological civilization.
Moreover, Asgard had always regarded itself as the protector of the Nine Realms. They believed that the Nine Realms in this galaxy could only enjoy peaceful lives because of Asgard's protection and defense.
"By all reason, if Mjolnir landed here, Thor should be nearby as well. How about we find a few Midgardians to guide us?" said a man who looked like a swordsman.
His expression carried a hint of arrogance, as though doing such a thing was some tremendous honor worth celebrating. The swordsman named Fandral held his head high and chest out, like a wealthy man who had casually wandered into a slum, unconsciously looking down on everyone around him.
"Loki has taken the throne of Asgard, but Thor is the true choice for king. I will never submit to a schemer!" the valiant female warrior Sif declared loudly.
In her heart, only the mighty Thor was worthy of becoming Asgard's true future king.
"But where are we supposed to find