Chapter 2025: Light up the strange dreams in your heart (20)
The branches of the huge crown of the sacred tree Broccoli Warrior form a powerful fist. When standing in the center of the battlefield, it only takes one punch to knock away a tree demon.
The dryad formed by the thick tree roots grinned widely, waving its arms made of sharp branches, and kept attacking here. However, the sacred tree Broccoli punched down first, and swept its right arm across. The three who had just rushed over
The tree demon was thrown far away.
The other arm grabbed the root of a slender dryad, first smashed it on the ground, and then used it as a weapon to chop randomly. For a moment, there were flying branches everywhere, shaken leaves and the tragic death of the dryads one after another.
Call.
After the zombies were almost eliminated, the paths leading to the pond and cemetery were also opened. Several soldiers were divided into two groups, each responsible for different areas, and began to collect light as quickly as possible.
Near the pond is the territory of the garden gnomes. These guys are short in stature and have low combat effectiveness. But the most troublesome thing is that they can dig holes. Once they are approached, they will immediately dig holes and escape. They are so fast that they can't even see them.
And Clark, who flew into the sky, discovered that these little guys had covered the entire garden front yard with tunnels while they were dealing with the skeleton zombies, and were currently digging the roots of the hall's defense facilities.
This definitely cannot be solved with cabbage, because the garden gnomes are actually much smaller than cabbage, and it is unrealistic to bombard them with wheat, because that will damage their defense facilities.
Although the cloak can get in, the space is too small and it can't operate inside at all, and no matter how much Strange persuades it, it is unwilling to go in. Although the dung beetle can also get in, its body structure is indeed not good enough.
Suitable for fighting, even facing hundreds of garden gnomes will result in a beating.
Everyone, look at me and I look at you. I really didn’t expect that this guy who seemed to be the least threatening was actually the most difficult to deal with. But at this time, Schiller waved to everyone.
"Get out of the way, there's a guy who woke up."
"What……"
As soon as Bruce asked this question, he turned his head and saw a huge vertical pupil staring at him coldly. An extremely huge snake-headed shadow appeared in mid-air, blocking the door of the front hall, and was constantly talking.
Spit out the letter.
"Jormungandr?" Strange called tentatively.
The big snake Jörmungandr snorted coldly. Strange looked it up and down and found that this guy was really living a good life with Schiller. His body was full of energy and his body was more than three times bigger than before.
According to legend, Jörmungandr is a worldly python that coils around the earth, but if it continues to eat like this, it will no longer be a problem to coil around the sun.
But now a large size is useless, so Schiller pointed to the ground and then to the entrance of the garden goblin's cave, asking Jörmungandr to become smaller and get in to eat the goblin.
Strange originally planned to watch the fun, because he knew that this ancient magical creature was just like the cloak. He didn't like to be used by others, and he was very disgusted with becoming weaker and smaller.
This is their biological instinct that drives them to always show their most powerful side in order to prevent being swallowed by other powerful beings. As the ultimate villain in mythology, the Mortal Python is probably even more sick than the cloak.
Unexpectedly, Jörmungandr didn't say anything, and transformed into a small snake no more than the height of his feet, and swooped into the hole.
Jormungandr recognized Schiller's current personality.
This should also be mentioned. One day, Jörmungandr, who had gone to bed after eating a full meal, woke up from cramps and fell directly from the top of the tower to the ground.
Then it found a hole in front of it, which looked dark. Jormungandr was a little curious, so he got in.
The snake went in vertically and came out in segments.
He was rescued by feeding a large wave of energy like a greedy first aid. From then on, Jörmungandr ran away with his tail between his legs when he saw any Schiller coming out of the ground.
If I couldn't run anymore, I would close my eyes and pretend to hibernate. Although it wasn't cold in the tower, the snow was drifting into my eyes.
Facts have proved that the body structure of snakes is very suitable for hunting in small places. For this little goblin, which is not much higher than a human's feet, it is like a mouse. It opens its mouth and bites one by one, and it crunches when chewed.
crisp.
Originally, Jörmungandr had no choice but to come out, but when it ate the first goblin, it discovered that this thing was actually made of energy. Although it was not as refined as the energy given to it by greed, it still had a different flavor.
A delicious little snack.
Jormungandr lived in Schiller's thinking tower for the past few years. He was sleepy when he was full and hungry when he woke up. He was very particular about eating in an authentic way.
After discovering that the goblin tasted very good, Jörmungandr's subjective initiative was fully mobilized. He crawled along the narrow cave and was stunned when he saw any luminous creatures. He was still dredging the tunnel garden.
The goblins were being chased and fled in all directions.
As an earthly python, Jörmungandr's beastly instincts are also aroused. The faster the prey escapes, the more miserable the screams are, and the more delicious the food in its mouth is, the more its blood boils.
If it weren't for the family-friendly rating that hindered the special effects, Jörmungandr would have been in red-eye hunting mode by now.
A group of goblins screamed and were driven to the ground, but the ground was not peaceful. The sacred tree Broccoli and the dryad were fighting inextricably. A piece of dust from their battle fell on the head of the garden goblin, which was a comet.
It was smashed again and screamed.
Seeing that they had nowhere to hide, the garden gnomes could only run towards the hall. Because they were too small, the vines and ice wheat set up by Pamela could not stop them, and they slipped directly through the gaps in the plants.
After arriving in the hall, he started dancing, jumping and barking. The panther looked aside and the lion stepped forward and started to communicate with the garden gnomes through roars.
The hippopotamus goddess acted as a translator in the middle, and it took a few people to figure out that the garden gnomes were the aborigines in the garden, and the group of skeletons and zombies outside wanted to rob their homes. They thought that these humans were also the same intruders, so they
will deal with them.
Now the elders of the garden gnomes ask humans to help them regain the land. In order to express their gratitude, they are willing to tell humans the secret of this mansion.
Clark immediately nodded and said: "So that's it. They don't have the ability to resist anyway. How about we..."
But Bruce slowly narrowed his eyes.
"Have you ever seen a cartoon with a plot like this? The protagonist makes many good friends along the way, but at the last critical moment, either the key to the door is lost, or the escape route is cut off, and then the protagonist's team can
Found a traitor among them."
"You're a little too dark." Stark looked at him and said, "Although I know you are also Batman, it doesn't make sense..."
"As long as you are not blind, you can see that we are hostile to the zombies and skeletons outside, so why do they want to destroy our defense facilities?"
"And even if they don't come to beg us, we have almost eliminated the skeletons and zombies. If their wish is to take back the garden, then the best choice is to hide in their homes and wait for the good news of victory.
Why don't they do it?"
Stark and Strange looked at each other again, and their expressions could be summarized as "You guys from DC are so dark."
"Drive them into the backyard." Bruce winked at Diana, and Diana immediately pulled Clark away.
Strange didn't like this kind of non-human creature either. A bright magical light exploded in front of the garden gnomes, and they screamed and ran towards the back door.
The progress over the pond was also going very smoothly. The animal god vulture had just flown over and dropped a large amount of macrophylla into the pond. In addition to dealing with the goblins on the ground, it also dealt with the sea monsters lurking under the water.
Before the sea monster with a long mermaid tail and sharp teeth could float up and hypnotize everyone with its singing, it was wrapped up in the giant leaf algae and tossed into a windmill. When it came up, it was already belly up.
Like a dead fish.
The Sacred Tree Broccoli also basically succeeded, but the size gap between the two sides was still a bit too big, and the giant tree demon was basically no match for Broccoli.
The person who contributed the most to this battle was of course Greedy. He did not go out to fight because he had more important things to do, which was to suppress his arrogance and want to go out and take a look.
If this allowed arrogance to surface, the whole battle might be the opposite of family fun.
As more and more enemies were eliminated, more and more light points converged on the statue area, and Walt Disney's face became clearer and clearer. Schiller even smiled at him when he saw the man's statue.
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When-when-when-
The bell tower of the mansion rang a dull bell again, and the ghosts that first appeared gathered towards the center of the garden. Everyone thought they would launch an attack, but when an inexplicable and sad song sounded, blurry thoughts flashed across everyone's eyes.
Black and white picture.
Chicago in 1909 looked like a faded and yellowed old photo. Two little boys wearing plaid shirts, overalls, and black berets rode bicycles to deliver newspapers to their neighbors.
They competed to see who could ride faster, and the loser had to tell a ghost story. The thinner boy couldn't beat his brother, so he told a ghost story in front of the neighbor's mailbox.
"There is a large haunted house in the south of Florida. We all call it the Ghost Manor. There lives the ghost owner, the ghost lady, their son and daughter, and the ghost guard Starder.
One day, Mr. Grayson's family, who were not well-off due to repaying debts, bought this place. On the first day here, at three o'clock in the morning, the big bell in the clock tower rang..."
The young boy's voice gradually became mature, and then became old and rich.
"I never told Roy that the story was not something I heard from my neighbors, but that I made it up myself."
"In that story, the large garden in front of the ghost manor has become the most haunted place. Because I have gone to the wealthy areas to mow the lawns of the manor owners, so I know what their gardens look like. What I described is true.
The details scared my brother."
"At that time, I just felt happy. This desire to tell stories kept growing in my heart. I thought stories were just stories until I had the ability to turn them into reality."
"I began to envision a huge fantasy world, which would be much larger than the Disneyland I built in California. It would hold the childhood memories of a generation, and I could use it to tell them all my stories."
"Until I die, these interesting stories will be passed down orally from my parents, bringing joy to generations of people."
The quiet narration turned into a slightly regretful sigh.
"Until the end, I realized that I might not be able to see the opening of this park. I knew that I had to prepare early."
A gust of breeze blew open the hotel window, and the dark clouds outside the window dispersed, leaving behind a clear blue night sky.
Half asleep and half awake, Loki held his long hair that had been blown away with his hands, stood in front of the window and asked in a daze.
"Who are you?"
When he woke up, he suddenly realized that he had asked the same question while standing in front of the window in Asgard's fairy palace. The person who answered him at that time called himself Loki, the God of Stories.