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Chapitre 295: Chapter 292 | Gathering Intelligence, Battle Plan.

"When you left Asgard, you didn't bring anything of value? Don't you have the currency from Midgard? But you should always have valuable jewelry, or you can pawn your hammer, right?"

Loki sneered with disgust while taking out a small bag of rare gold coins minted by the dwarfs and threw it on the bar table.

She said no, but her body was very honest.

"Thank you, Thor's ... sister, for your generosity."

Luke, who was standing by, laughed a little and whispered to Monako, the bartender, about their order.

By the way, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Loki, who had no pockets or bags all over her body.

Where did the bag of heavy gold coins come from?

Or do women have a natural talent for hiding things?

"Asgard, Mjölnir ..."

Thor's eyes were a little bleak. In his universe, the great Asgard was gone. There was no such thing as Asgard anymore.

As for his beloved hammer, Mjölnir had long been crushed by his violent older sister Hela.

Thinking about it, Thor felt the urge to get drunk again.

Only by enjoying tons and tons of it could he alleviate his inner sorrow.

"Thank you for your patronage. Please come again."

After business was settled, Monako was smiling.

He always had a good attitude and patience when dealing with rich customers.

Especially generous guests like Loki and her poor brother Thor.

One was rich, the other had the background, and they were all high-quality customers worth pursuing.

The upcoming Sorcerer Supreme Battle would create several times more business for the Bar With No Doors than usual.

This made Monako very happy. After all, raising a rabbit might not cost much.

However, it took a lot of money to keep a wild rabbit farm running properly.

"Why did you come to Midgard? To see your human girlfriend without telling Odin again?"

Loki didn't inquire about the identities of Luke, Strange, and the others. She just angrily looked at Thor in front of her.

When they were in Asgard, he hooked up with Sif and had an affair with the Enchantress, Amora.

Later, he was banished to Midgard by Odin because of his mistakes and fell in love with a human girl.

"No."

Thor spoke vaguely.

He didn't know whether or not to say that he actually came from another universe and was not the same 'Thor' as the one in this universe.

"Oh, you're still a poor liar."

When Loki saw her brother's avoidance, she thought she had guessed correctly and grunted coldly.

She looked up at Thor, who was getting worse and worse. He was poor and fat, but only his silly stupidity remained unchanged.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going first."

Loki waved her hand and continued, "Don't follow me. I had a hard time avoiding Heimdall's sight and escaping from Asgard. Don't ruin my plans!"

Thor frowned slightly and stopped Loki, who was getting up to leave. Like a brother finding his rebellious sister who had run away from home, he sighed, "Go home, Loki."

"The Sorcerer Supreme Battle is dangerous, and those legendary masters, or advocates of the dimensional gods standing behind them, might be involved."

"This is a dangerous game! A game with mortal risk!"

"You shouldn't get involved."

These days, Rocket searched for information on the 'All-Star' forum set up by the Grandmaster and read many posts about the Sorcerer Supreme Battle.

Although it hadn't started yet, the well-known candidates interested in participating right now were Mordo, a great disciple of the Ancient One, the famous Voodoo Doctor, and Mephisto's heirs...

People from all walks of life jumped out one after another, expressing their desire to seize this opportunity to fight for the position of Sorcerer Supreme.

Although Loki was an excellent Master of Illusion and a qualified God of Mischief.

But against the strong in the Sorcerer Supreme battle, that might not be enough.

Asgard's magic system was different from Earth's.

As the leader of the Gods of Asgard, Odin held the unique Draupnir.

Of course, Loki, who wasn't qualified to inherit the throne, didn't get the item.

What she studied was witchcraft and illusion magic that her mother, Frigga, was good at.

"What's wrong with you? You sound just like that old bastard Odin!"

Loki turned her back; she didn't want to pay attention to Thor.

"That... you should maintain due respect for our Father."

Thor wasn't angry but kept talking.

"He is sometimes rather old-fashioned, wanting to establish his own majestic image, but no matter what, you are ..."

Loki was going crazy. She never knew Thor was so naggy.

But strangely enough, she didn't seem to hate it.

At least, he was better than that careless, reckless, and conceited Thor.

"I'm going with Strange to the New York Sanctum. He needs a new outfit."

Luke interrupted Thor, who kept trying to persuade. He had no time or mood to meddle in Asgard's family affairs for the time being.

"You can either follow your sister or go back to Kamar Taj and wait for news."

Thor glanced at Loki and decided to stay with the other party.

Only when something lost was recovered would we know how to cherish it.

He had already lost his dear brother once, and he didn't want to lose his newly met sister again.

"If you have to take part in the Sorcerer Supreme Battle, then let me be your contractor."

Thor stared at Luke and others who disappeared at the portal and spoke to Loki.

"I'm a competent fighter, definitely much better than others!"

Loki was a little excited, but when she saw Thor, who had put on a little weight and had a slight belly, she felt suspicious.

Was the combat power of this...thing reliable?

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  ...

"Why are we going to the New York Sanctum?"

Strange asked.

He had already gotten first-hand information from the Bar With No Doors.

The next step should be to formulate a relevant battle plan for those competitors.

"I looked at the list of candidates who are interested in participating in the battle, and there are a few dangerous guys besides your acquaintance Mordo."

Luke opened the transmission channel and walked out of the Bar With No Doors.

"You need to change your heavy armor, find a good forging master and improve the magic resistance."

Strange nodded his head. He had accepted that he was a master but had to physically fight at the battle line with full stamina and defense.

Since the last time, when he knocked down a mid-ranked master, Strange seemed to experience the joy of close combat.

"What about Thor? We're going to leave him there?"

Rocket hadn't forgotten his best friend.

"Put away your unnecessary worry. He only has Loki, the haughty and cunning Princess of Asgard, in his eyes right now."

Luke chuckled lightly.

"He won't care about other people and other things."

...

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Chapitre 296: Chapter 293 | This Thing, Better Than a Magic Wand

"I didn't expect Master Hamir to be so talkative. He was usually very serious and had a stern face as if everyone owed him money."

Strange arrived at the New York Sanctum and, with the excuse of participating in the Sorcerer Supreme Battle, proposed to the Sanctum's manager to build a heavy defensive armor with high magic resistance and sufficient strength.

Master Hamill, who was the Master for the New York Sanctum, readily agreed to do so and, unusually, did not mention the cost of materials and labor.

It was important to know that, when the master of a sanctum built equipment, they needed to bring their own materials and pay for forging.

Gifting it away for free was a non-existent thing.

Although the Temple of the Three and Kamar Taj were a big family, their economic strength was actually quite limited.

Master Wong wanted to eat a tuna sandwich, but he had no money to buy it.

Strange, who became the Sorcerer Supreme, had to worry about what to eat for lunch.

This showed that they were really not well-off.

'Oh, if it weren't for the Ancient One to open the back door for you, he might not even talk to you. '

Luke thought silently.

Strange was a newcomer with no foundation.

He wanted to win the battle for supremacy and become the new Sorcerer Supreme.

The difficulty was probably the same as letting Wong load himself into a cannon and launch himself into the sun while playing the accordion.

The probability was almost zero.

Without Luke's intervention, the Ancient One would have made all sorts of small plans and supported Strange by force.

Such secret black-ops-type movements were no psychological burden on the old man.

As long as he could retire early and end his long stay at work, the Ancient One didn't mind losing a little bit of moral integrity.

Anyway, it wasn't worth much.

"Maybe Master Hamir is a good person with a cold face and warm heart, so he might use the best materials for you and invite the best forging master."

Luke didn't point it out and just echoed his words.

Of course, this was a bit of an oddity to the ears of those in the know.

"The people of Kamar Taj are honest and simple, and the masters who graduated from there are all good people."

Strange believed it and cheerfully said so.

At this time, he didn't realize that he was actually the chosen one, the real protagonist.

Those competitors who worked hard with blood, sweat, and tears for the position of Sorcerer Supreme were just exp for him.

"By the way, do you need any weapons?"

Luke looked at the master blacksmith's design drawings, thinking about preparing a big weapon for Strange.

They already had a shield for defense, and now they needed to add some attack means.

"Berserker Axe, Head-piercing Staves ... all seem to be very violent."

Luke was amazed. The masters in the New York Sanctum were even more fierce than warriors.

Strange scratched his head and asked, "Is there any kind of weapon that's ... relatively easy to carry and powerful?"

"Let me see -- this fits your needs perfectly!"

Luke searched for a while for a drawing and picked out the one he thought was most suitable as a weapon.

"AK47- Beast, exclusive to VVIP players! Not only does it come with special magic-breaking, special armor-breaking bullets, but they can also be hidden in a shield, and when the enemy isn't ready, you'll pull it out and fire a volley of bullets. It will have a miraculous effect!"

[Binge/note: AK47 Beast pic in paragraph comments.]

"Remember, when shooting, you must say, 'Master, times have changed', or 'This thing is much better than a wand'."

"This could hit your opponent's morale and raise your fighting spirit."

Strange took the drawing, looked at it seriously for a moment, and hesitantly said, "As a master, isn't using hot weapons too... despicable?"

An automatic rifle with magic damage, this kind of thing was simply the enemy of all masters.

He could imagine how much of a mental impact it would have on his opponent to pull out an AK47-Beast from his shield while they were bombarding each other with spells, with blue fire coming out of the muzzle, blazing away.

"On the battlefield, it's important to be upright and honest, but most people like that don't end up well."

Luke was very earnest, like a life mentor.

"There's a common saying in the East; a general who leads an army in battle will not reject the use of trickery, deceitful strategies, or tactics to overcome his enemies."

"Stephen, you should put down your inner moral shackles and look at things from a higher level."

Strange's expression was serious. Although he didn't quite understand what Luke was talking about at 'a higher level', it should be quite reasonable from the serious tone and sharp eyes of the other party.

Soon, the magic-resistant armor and an enchanted version of the AK47-Beast were successfully ordered.

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  ...

A few days later, the bronze bell of Kamar Taj rang, and the leaders of the three sanctums were all present.

The selection for the Sorcerer Supreme was officially opened today.

"Master Hamill, have the tokens been sent out?"

An elderly Master Grant asked, raising his head.

He was the manager of the London Sanctum and a highly respected practitioner.

"Yes,it has been sent out. There are 42 tokens in total, which means that there will be 42 participants in this entrance race."

The scarred face Master Hamir nodded.

The tokens were one kind of magic item from Kamar Taj.

It was equivalent to an invitation or an admission ticket.

Holders could enter the competition venue, the Dream Dimension -- to participate in the first trial.

"Has Mordo gone in?"

Master Grant looked to the sky. A long and narrow gap slowly expanded like a ferocious wound that was constantly torn open.

Behind the dark fissures, there was a splash of light and color, like countless kinds of paint mixed on the canvas, revealing a magnificent and dreamy feeling.

That was the arena, the Dream Dimension.

A law of reality was ineffective, and it was full of strange and unknown things, a dangerous world.

"Mordo chose to shoulder this responsibility. This is a good thing."

Master Hamir whispered.

"The Sorcerer Supreme position represents not only great power but also a heavy burden, with the Vishanti constantly testing it and the dimensional demons eyeing Earth."

"If you do not have a strong enough heart and a pure spirit to resist all kinds of temptations, you won't be able to bear the honor."

"Mordo has been with the Sorcerer Supreme for many years. He isn't only superior in strength, but also a good choice in character and morality."

"This time, he was recognized by the three legendary masters and signed a contract with Merlin, the Great Master. I think he has a great chance of passing the final trial."

Master Hamir was full of confidence in Mordo.

"What about Stephen Strange? He's the second Master of the Mystic Arts that Kamar Taj chose."

Master Hector, who had been silent, asked.

He cared more about Stephen Strange, the newcomer, than Mordo, who had received a lot of attention.

As the oldest mystic, Hector had heard the Ancient One talk about the choice of successors.

That was a chosen one who had the courage, wisdom, and perseverance far superior to ordinary people!

"I heard that the contractor he found was extraordinary, and he was personally interviewed by the Sorcerer Supreme before."

Master Grant slightly shook his head and smiled lightly, "I don't think there's a stronger contractor than Merlin, the Great Master. He's a famous legend. He's only one step away from becoming a god."

"Half of the tokens have entered the arena."

Master Hamir watched the clear image projected in the hall, and then a touch of anger rose in his eyes.

"Kaecilius! That traitor is here too!"

Master Grant remained silent and slowly spoke after a while, "As long as he holds a token, he's qualified to participate. This is in line with the rules of the battle."

"A fallen mage who has thrown himself into Dormammu's arms covets after the Sorcerer Supreme's seat? Such ignorance."

Master Hamir grunted with displeasure.

Ten minutes later, all the participants with tokens had entered, and many of them were familiar faces in the magic world.

"Let's wait and see who will win."

Master Hector stared at Strange, strolling through the Dream Dimension, and thought to himself, 'This is a tough challenge, and if you aren't adequately prepared, you could easily be eliminated from the tournament.'


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