As night fell, the burning firewood crackled, and the orange flames danced with the cold wind.
Thor rubbed his slightly aching back of the head and stood up from the ground.
Seeing the culprit leisurely warming himself by the fire, he couldn't help but burst into anger, accusing with a sullen face:
"You disloyal traitor! To think I trusted you so much, yet you sneak attacked me from behind!"
"Other than the hit on your head, did you sustain any other injuries?"
Upon hearing Luo En's question, Thor stunned for a moment, then thoroughly checked himself and scratched his head in surprise:
"It seems not..."
"Nonsense. If it weren't for me desperately protecting you and Yemengarde, Hela would have minced you into filling long ago."
Luo En replied irritably, casually poking at the fire.
The flickering firelight cast a large shadow of confusion on Thor's face:
"You knocked me out to help?"
