Druids in Marvel

Listening to Hela on the other side of the phone almost dying of laughter, Alvin hung up the phone and looked at the sky angrily.

Just 5 seconds later, Heimdall's voice sounded in Alvin's ears.

After a long sigh of helplessness, Hamdall, the elevator guard, said in a tired voice: "Mr. Tomahawk, you are also a warrior. You should understand that in the face of trials, what a warrior has to do is face it.

The trial place established by the 'deviants' is the standard for warrior formation and the most solemn ceremony in the universe.

Although those 'deviants' are cruel, this rule is recognized by everyone.

Your friend is facing a challenge, interrupting the challenge is disrespectful to the warrior!

Breaking the rules of the trial is disrespectful to everyone!"

Alvin was stunned for a moment and said, "Did John Wigger and Rocket enter voluntarily?

According to your opinion, if someone mistakenly enters it, he still needs to die for the sake of his reputation as a 'warrior'?"

Heimdall obviously knew a lot of things, he sighed and said: "Except for sacrifices, few people would accidentally enter it, and it is even more rare for the trialist to die before he wakes up.

Alvin, I can use the Rainbow Bridge to forcefully send you in, but as long as the Rainbow Bridge touches the protection of the pyramid, it will start to self-destruct.

And I will never use the Rainbow Bridge to bring out the people inside, because if you 'escape' before the trial is over, the pyramid will leave the mark of a 'loser' on those who 'escape'.

You may not feel it, but when you face other races in the universe, you will know that this mark will be a kind of torture, and no one will look at the 'loser' seriously.

‘Deviants’ or ‘predators’ are hated by all life in the universe because they ignore other people’s thoughts, create many training grounds across the universe, and take pleasure in doing so!

But those who can get the 'Warrior Emblem' will be respected everywhere!

This is an honor recognized by the gods!

That John Witness and Rocket Raccoon are very powerful, and their equipment is not bad, why don't you let them try it?"

Alvin looked at Chiron beside him and nodded solemnly to him. He finally understood why this demigod master kept telling him about ancient times, but did not mention at all how to rescue John Wigger and the others.

There is no way, you can use the Rainbow Bridge to teleport them out, or you can force your way in and rescue them.

The worst case scenario is a 'Tungus Explosion'. I can also ask Master Ancient One for help to see if the mirror space can offset some of the damage.

But can John Witness and Rocket Raccoon bear the price of "Loser Mark"?

Based on Alvin's understanding of John Wigger, he estimated that this man would not be able to accept it.

Alvin doesn't know what the "Loser Mark" is, but it must be a very obvious mark that can be spread throughout the universe.

Alvin was silent for a long time. He glanced at Chiron who remained silent, then raised his head and said: "Hamdar, we can't contact the two guys inside now, can you do it?

I have to confirm their wishes. They are here to work for me. I can't just watch them face danger.

They don't know anything now and are unprepared. It's very unfair to them.

Could it be that those ‘predators’ were in the same situation when they faced trials?”

Heimdall said regretfully: "The trial tower does not give people the opportunity to cheat, and I cannot see the situation inside unless the rainbow bridge is used.

but……"

Heimdall fell silent halfway through his words, obviously not wanting to say the next words.

Alvin knew that Heimdall might have a way to cheat, but the upright god was unwilling to say that the sublime degree of this trial was obviously beyond Alvin's imagination.

After talking to this extent, Alvin no longer wanted to waste time on Heimdall. His reasons were sufficient, but in fact they had nothing to do with Heimdall.

Even this upright god may have thought that what he was doing was preserving the honor of John Wigger and the others.

Alvin chose not to be entangled with Heimdall anymore, and instead walked to the little turtle Donatello and said: "There are many ways to send messages. Since you can receive the positioning signal of the Behemoth Battle Suit, you should have

Find a way to contact them."

Donatello covered his forehead and thought for a moment, then said: "Boss, the positioning system of the Behemoth combat suit is compatible with the life monitoring system. This was designed by Dr. Banner and uses 'gamma rays' as the positioning source.

Dr. Banner's use of 'gamma rays' is obviously much more mature than that of the 'Predator', so we can receive the positioning signal of the combat suit.

We couldn't contact John via the locator..."

As he spoke, Donatello looked at Michelangelo next to him with strange eyes and said, "John is a real tough guy, right?"

Michelangelo, who was somewhat depressed, nodded dejectedly and said, "Of course, John is the toughest man I have ever seen. He is only a little bit worse than Frank."

Donatello listened and said in a weird tone: "If I use the 'gamma signal' to bypass the life monitoring system of the Behemoth combat suit and let it discharge to stimulate John's heart, can he withstand it?"

Michelangelo was a smart tortoise. He looked at his buddy in shock and said: "You mean to use electric shock to send 'Morse code'?

John's going to wet his pants and he's going to kill us when he gets out!"

Raphael, the strongest turtle, came up and patted Donatello on the shoulder, saying: "It's better to wet your pants than to carry the 'Loser's Mark'."

…………

In a closed room in the pyramid, John Wigger was awakened by a furry paw.

He sat up vigilantly and found that Rocket Raccoon was slapping his face with his paw.

The tactical glasses on his face had been thrown away, and John Wigger could only use the faint light scattered on the rock wall to observe his surroundings.

When he saw two disgusting facehuggers pressed under a stone door, and two hellhounds baring their teeth and growling at the crack in the door, he carefully groped around on his body.

Rocket Raccoon seemed to have seen something particularly funny. He held his belly and pointed at John Wigger and said: "Hahaha, are you worried about those aliens planting seeds in your body?

Just like what you did with that big fat girl Dalia? Hahaha..."

John Wigger found that there was nothing abnormal about him, and there were no corpses of Facehuggers around him. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Where is this place and what time is it now?"

Rocket Raccoon smiled and raised his arm, glanced at the tactical computer on his arm, and said: "We have been unconscious for about an hour and forty minutes. My computer has recorded our movement trajectory, and now we should be in the alien's lair.

You'd better get up and move around, maybe the guys outside are coming in to find us."

The temporarily safe environment made John Wigger relax a little. He looked at Rocket Raccoon a little helplessly and said: "I shouldn't believe you. Every explosion you create will make our situation worse."

Rocket Raccoon jumped his feet dissatisfied and shouted: "Hey, you can't blame me this time!

You threw the bomb, shouldn't you ask me first before using it?

Without my bomb, we would have been killed by those vicious bugs while we were in the cave.

You have to thank me, it’s Mr. Rocket who gave you the opportunity to sit here and still have the strength to complain."

John Wigger pinched Rocket Raccoon's mouth and ignored him, punching, kicking and scratching himself.

He walked over to the two hellhounds and listened for a while on the heavy stone door.

The harsh sound of a sharp weapon scraping against the wall made him frown. He released Rocket Raccoon's mouth. John Wigger checked the equipment on his body and then looked around.

After throwing away the shotgun belt, John Wigger pulled out the pistol on his waist and checked it, then said, "I lost my gun. There are two aliens outside. Do you have any good ideas?"

Rocket Raccoon showed his teeth and intimidated John Wigger, then bent down to pick up the bullets that John had dropped. After removing them one by one, he looked at them and said, "I can make a bomb to blow this door open...

…”

As he spoke, Rocket Raccoon showed John Wigger the tools on his belt and some items in his backpack, and said: "I can improvise a weapon, and then we can fight out together.

The situation here is very strange, and I always feel that it will be dangerous if I stay here."

John Wigger looked at his two fat dogs with sparks starting to come out of their mouths. He shook his head and said, "You don't need to emphasize it, I also know it's dangerous here.

But please be careful this time, don’t blow us all up!"

Rocket Raccoon doesn't like people complaining about his craftsmanship. He took out the gunpowder from the bullet and said unhappily: "Uncle Rocket never makes mistakes, it's just that you two-legged monsters are too stupid.

This time I must get a head of the opposite sex to go back and make a helmet for Victoria."

As he spoke, Rocket Raccoon patted his swollen head and said, "Have you seen what the opposite sex's lair looks like?

This place looks more upscale than your home, those aliens definitely don’t know how to build a house..."

When Rocket Raccoon was talking, John Witkey suddenly sat on the ground, clutching his chest and twitching.

After a few rhythmic twitches, John Wigger gritted his teeth and cursed vently: "FUCK! I know it's Morse code, you fucking talk."

Rocket Raccoon watched John Wigger twitching like an epilepsy, and as he twitched, he wrote a string of abbreviations on the ground.

Until this convulsion was repeated again, John Wicker was foaming at the mouth, pulling the collar of the Behemoth combat uniform around his neck, and fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing John Wigger who seemed extremely uncomfortable, Rocket Raccoon rushed over anxiously to help him take off his combat uniform, causing him to let out a long breath and fall naked to the ground.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that the legendary killer breathed a sigh of relief, climbed to his previous position with difficulty, looked at the words he had recorded and read: "Predator, trial, victory, warrior, failure, mark, adventure,

YES,NO…”

John Wigger gasped and said: "FUCK, what does this mean? This is a test for us?"

John Wigger has no idea, but Rocket Raccoon still knows about the "Predator", a crazy race famous throughout the universe.

He covered his mouth in surprise and said: "'Predator'?

FUCK!

Do I also have a chance to get the ‘Mark of the Warrior’?

How much should I charge for future work?”