Chapter 335 This chicken is really big!

"Are you sure you're not kidding me?" Thor's eyes were fixed on the black crow, his expression a little ugly.

"What do you think? You don't recognize that crow, right?" Eric sneered, and with a wave of his hand, he removed all the hair from the two-headed strange bird, then transformed a sharp knife, disemboweled it, and melted a large piece of it. Dump the snow, clean it, cut it, pickle it...

Sif and the Three Warriors of Asgard glanced at the crow and then at the strange bird. They always felt that this was Eric killing the chicken to show the monkey. No, he was killing the bird to show the bird...

Eric seemed to be aware of their thoughts. He suddenly raised his head and smiled at them. Sif was so scared that she shuddered and didn't dare to look anymore. She stepped forward and stood next to Thor, "Thor, This is indeed His Majesty's crow."

"I know! I even fed it bugs! Damn it!" Thor found it difficult to accept that his father had turned into a crow that ate bugs, and his expression turned extremely ugly.

"Ga! Ga!" Odin Crow looked at his son, with a hint of relief in his eyes.

"Odin, it's not without its benefits that you become a crow. At least, you can see it with both eyes!" Eric mocked Odin while he was busy building a barbecue grill.

"You!" The four members of the Immortal Palace glared at him, "You are not allowed to insult His Majesty!"

"Your Majesty? Oh, I've done this to your Majesty too!" Eric muttered in a low voice so that few people could hear him.

The barbecue grill was set up and Eric put the strange bird on it. The strange bird is very large, more than ten meters tall when standing, but Eric's barbecue grill is even bigger, twenty meters long, and he can put another strange bird in it!

Eric waved his hand, and a faint blue flame suddenly burned on the snow. When the cold wind blew, the flames jumped dozens of meters high, startling everyone.

"Leave me alone, you guys are talking about your business. This chicken is a bit big. I'm afraid Hogan won't cook it properly, so I'll do it myself!" Eric hurriedly hurried about, controlling the heat while constantly taking things out of his pocket. Take out the cumin noodles, sprinkle some chili powder on top, and soon the aroma of barbecue fills the ice field.

"It's so big, even if it's cooked, can we finish it?" The bearded Volstagg muttered in a low voice, but Eric heard it clearly.

Eric chuckled, "Yes, definitely yes, there will be many people coming soon!"

"Is there anyone else coming here? Who?" Sif drew out her sword and pointed it at Eric, "Tell me, what is your purpose!"

"Purpose? What purpose can I have? Can't I roast him?" Eric pointed at Odin Crow and sneered, which made the four members of the Fairy Palace furious. They drew their weapons and were about to step forward. Start fighting.

"Odin Bolson!" A roar descended from the sky, interrupting the attack of the four Asgardians, and Bolson fell from the sky with his battle ax in his hand.

"You are!" The four people from the Asgard couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw Bol's familiar appearance. Thor looked at it carefully for a long time, his expression became more and more shocked, "Are you my grandfather? No, no, impossible! He You have been dead for thousands of years! You are Loki...um..."

After Bol stood firm, he glared at Odin's crow angrily, but after seeing it, he was stunned again. Apparently he didn't expect that his son would become like this. Then, he saw Thor again, the familiar one. Divine power, the feeling of blood connection, told him who this was, "Thor? Son of Odin."

"Yes, but who are you?" Thor asked doubtfully.

"I'm your grandpa!"

Thor's face darkened, he raised Mjolnir, and a bolt of lightning struck Bor, "I am your uncle!"

Bol waved away Thor's lightning and glared angrily, "bastard grandson, he is nothing compared to your father! Get down here!"

Bol struck down with an axe, and Thor raised Mjolnir to parry, but was directly pressed to the ground by the powerful force, unable to move.

"Thor!" The Asgardian foursome screamed and launched an attack on Bor.

Odin's crow flew down, hovered among the battle group, and let out two unpleasant cries, "Gah! Ga!"

"What do you mean? Damn it, can't you speak human language?" Bol slapped Odin's crow away, then looked at his hand in disbelief, and then at Odin.

While basting the barbecue, Eric watched the family having a lively fight, hehehezhile, "He gave up his body and divine power, and even planned to abandon his soul!"

Bol glared at Eric, then turned to glare at Odin Crow, "You! You! You actually gave up the honor of the Asa clan! You bastard!"

"Ga! Ga!" Odin's crow was uninjured, patted the snow on its body with its wings, and stopped calmly on a branch.

"Hey! Can you let me get up first?" Thor struggled to get up.

Bor snorted coldly and withdrew his power. Thor then ran slowly, standing between Bor and Odin Crow, looking at this and then that, "So, are you really my grandfather? That one Grandpa who has been dead for more than 10,000 years?”

"You've only been dead for ten thousand years!" Bol was furious and raised his hand to slap Thor on the back of the head.

Thor shrank his neck and didn't dare to fight back. He no longer knew how to describe his mood at the moment. He couldn't help but whisper, "Weird things happen every year, especially this year. Dad turned into a crow and ten thousand people died." Grandpa Nian is resurrected again..."

"What are you muttering about?" Boer didn't hold his ears back, and he was so angry that he kicked Thor's ass again, until he was beaten to the ground.

Eric saw Thor's embarrassing look and laughed happily. With a wave of his hand, one leg of the strange bird was cut off and flew towards Bor.

Bor was not polite either. He stretched out his hand to take this more than five-meter-long real thigh, sat on the ground and started to chew it, "Why are you here?"

Eric shrugged and pointed at Odin Crow with his chin, "Just like you, ask him why he cheated his father."

"So, we can't do anything to him?" Bor frowned and took a bite of bird meat, "Damn, this meat is so delicious! Give me some wine!"

The bearded Volstagg curled his lips, "Where can I get wine in this wilderness?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his nose trembled, and the strong smell of wine almost hooked his soul away, "Asgard wine!"

Eric took out a few jars of fine wine and distributed them to everyone, "It's not that there is no way, it depends on whether he wants to say it. If he doesn't want to say it, no matter how we toss it, it's useless."

"That's true." Bor drank another sip of wine depressedly.

"Where are those poor fellows following you?" Eric was talking about the SHIELD agents who followed Bor here. He sensed around but couldn't find where they were.

Bor snorted disdainfully and pointed upwards, "There are a lot of people outside who want to come in, and they are stopping them."

Eric nodded in understanding. Killian's plan was considered a success. The Antarctic, which was rarely visited by people, became lively.

At this moment, a bright silver armor approached from afar. Iron Man arrived.

"Hey, are you having a barbecue party? Do you mind adding one more person? Oh, God, this chicken is really big!"