While Ebony Maw was lobbying Dark Elf King Malekith in Svartalfheim, Proxima Midnight went to Muspelheim.
Because Rimuru had devoured Fire King Surtur, Queen Sindr already harbored a deep hatred for Rimuru, so this persuasion was incredibly successful.
Queen Sindr joined this grand war of revenge with almost no hesitation!
"Rimuru dared to devour my father; let the blood of all the giants in Jotunheim wash away that insult!"
Corvus Glaive went to meet Troll King Yurick.
Unlike the smooth progress with Queen Sindr, as soon as Corvus Glaive met Yurick, Troll King Yurick smashed his head with a single punch.
If Corvus Glaive's true form wasn't the war-blade in his hand, allowing him to revive as long as the blade wasn't destroyed, Troll King Yurick's attack might have directly killed Corvus Glaive!
From this, one could also see Troll King Yurick's brutality and formidable strength.
Corvus Glaive's repeated resurrections finally caught Troll King Yurick's attention.
"Corvus Glaive, Thanos's envoy? The Nine Realms are not a place that Thanos, this petty Titan, can meddle with!"
Corvus Glaive replied, "Maintaining the order of the Nine Realms is the mission of Asgard and Vanaheim. And isn't your mission, Troll King, to hunt strong individuals? For example, the new King of Jotunheim, Rimuru!"
Troll King Yurick's massive body loomed over Corvus Glaive, making him instantly feel unprecedented pressure.
But then, Yurick burst into laughter, his thunderous laughter shaking people's eardrums.
Yurick praised, "Well said. You, a weak little runt, actually have some insight. Your face is worthy of being carved into my armor!"
Gulp!
Hearing Troll King Yurick's words, Corvus Glaive felt his scalp tingle.
Here, one must mention the infamous custom of the Troll race.
The Troll race is barbaric, bloodthirsty, and fond of killing. Any enemy who earns the Trolls' recognition will be killed, and then the Trolls will carve their face onto their armor to flaunt their strength.
The Trolls' strength can be judged by the number and quality of the faces on their armor.
The more powerful and numerous the carved faces, the more popular they are among the Troll race!
Troll King Yurick's armor was covered with countless faces, the most prominent of which was the face of the previous Troll King.
And the previous Troll King had another identity: his father!
Corvus Glaive forced himself to say, "Your Majesty flatters me. How could my face be worthy of being carved onto Your Majesty's armor?"
"Your Majesty's strength is unrivaled in the Nine Realms; even the face of the previous Troll King is carved onto your armor. If you were to add a new face, it would at least need to be at the level of Rimuru or Odin to be worthy!"
"I know Odin, but who is Rimuru?"
Having successfully caught the Troll King's attention, Corvus Glaive immediately eagerly explained Rimuru's glorious deeds to Yurick.
"Devouring Fire King Surtur, killing Laufey, the newly crowned King of Jotunheim, excellent, excellent!"
"Corvus, you are right. Only Rimuru's face is worthy of being carved into my armor!"
As Corvus Glaive elaborated, Troll King Yurick became increasingly interested.
To jointly target the newly risen overlord Rimuru in the Universe, killing two birds with one stone, perhaps even managing to kill Father of the Gods Odin, that would be quite interesting!
Thanos's scheme instantly hit Troll King Yurick's sweet spot.
"Someone, bring good wine and good food!"
"Yes!"
Clang!
Two giant wine vessels carved from the bones of unknown creatures clinked together.
"Cheers to our cooperation!"
"Cheers to our cooperation!"
Corvus Glaive was overjoyed; he had finally gained Troll King Yurick's approval, and his mission was complete!
Asgard.
A mysterious valley perpetually shrouded in a magical mist.
A beautiful woman with golden wavy hair, wearing a golden hairband and a tight green dress, like an exquisite enchantress, looked at the abruptly visiting green-skinned woman with a teasing expression.
"Gamora, known as 'the most lethal woman in the entire Universe'?"
While the golden-haired beauty was sizing up Gamora, Gamora was also observing the exquisite beauty before her.
Amora truly lived up to her title as "Enchantress"; she was indeed breathtakingly beautiful.
No wonder hero after hero fell at her feet!
"The most lethal woman in the entire Universe? I wouldn't dare claim that title!"
Gamora retorted; she was quite disgusted by that nickname.
Amora nodded in agreement, saying, "You truly don't deserve it. To be honest, I prefer your other title, 'Thanos's number one lackey'!"
Gamora couldn't be bothered to respond, rolling her eyes in exasperation.
But just then, her cheek was pinched by the ghostly Amora, the Enchantress, who had appeared beside her.
"Gamora, Daughter of Thanos, can you now explain why you've come to me?"
"If there isn't a compelling enough reason, I don't mind having the executioner Skurge chop off your head!"
Gamora didn't care about her cheek being pinched. She twisted her body and easily broke free from Amora's grasp.
"Amora, you are a renowned beauty throughout the Nine Realms. Are you willing to hide in this valley forever, letting your youth waste away?"
Amora giggled incessantly, every movement exuding charm, graceful and full of allure.
"Gamora, with your plain appearance, do not presume to guess at my beautiful face. With a lifespan of five thousand years, I am still a little girl!"
Amora glided back to the flower swing.
As the swing swayed continuously, Amora's green dress fluttered, and her beautiful, smooth, fair feet were faintly visible, adding infinite charm.
Gamora sneered, twisting the knife, "Isn't it because you failed to enchant Thor, and were forced to hide in this valley, not daring to show your face?"
Gasp!
The Enchantress Amora's laughter abruptly stopped. Her eyes fixed on Gamora with extreme sharpness, "Daughter of Thanos, do you wish to die?"
Gamora stared at Amora, not backing down an inch, "There's an opportunity right now for you to rise, gain power, and become famous throughout the Universe. Don't you want it?"
"Oh?"
Not only could it help her escape her predicament, but it could also bring her fame and power—Amora found herself interested!
"Odin is old, Thor is still young, and Odin also has an elder daughter, sealed in the realm of the dead, Niflheim. Amora, release Hela, and you will be the number one meritorious minister of the new King of Asgard. Second only to one, above tens of thousands!"
Amora was stunned, exclaiming in surprise, "Father of the Gods has an elder daughter? And she's sealed? Who told you such nonsense?"
Seeing Amora fall into the trap, Gamora smiled, "Amora, it seems your All-Father Odin has truly erased Hela's existence cleanly. Unfortunately, he encountered my father—"
Gamora immediately recounted all the information about Hela, and Amora's beautiful eyes grew brighter.
"If you rescue Hela, the future new King of Asgard, what does the stain of failing to enchant Thor matter?"
Amora was tempted, but the accumulated prestige of Father of the Gods Odin was too great, making Amora extremely hesitant.
Once tempted, nothing is an obstacle!
Gamora immediately laid out Thanos's plan, and Amora's eyes grew even brighter.
A moment later.
Two hands clasped tightly together!
"Cheers to our cooperation!"