Druids in Marvel

Alvin was delayed, and it was not until Hancock, who was foaming at the mouth, was sent to the African base on a stretcher that the space door was closed.

That Hancock left a deep impression on him. He clearly looked like a man about to die, but this guy actually rinsed his mouth with whiskey, and when he passed by, he touched Norman Osborne's new pet butt.

A handful.

Seeing Alvin's strange expression, Norman Osborne smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, I reserved an Osborne special ward for that guy.

I've only seen a guy like this who was still alive and kicking after being infected by a biochemical virus. It's such a pity that he died."

Alvin looked at his cell phone that was filled with missed calls. In less than an hour after the space door opened, all the super bosses he knew were desperately calling him.

Obviously, the tragedy on the front line of hell has tightened the nerves of those people.

But Alvin couldn't help much with this kind of thing. If they were to hold him back, he would stop doing anything and just have a meeting with them until his wedding day.

After waving to Bol, Alvin said: "Let's hurry up and it will be lively here soon.

Let our Mr. Iron Man find a gift for his daughter, and then I will leave this hellish place right away."

Boll took a pityful look at the Margo that was captured by Norman Osborne, then decisively turned around and mounted his new war horse, running towards his home base.

Stark was actually very interested in the Devil's lair, and he had been envious of Alvin's silly angel who was rarely used in this way for a long time.

Compared with "tyranny", in Stark's eyes, it is a super armor with its own artificial intelligence.

He couldn't figure out why Alvin wasn't willing to let Xiela transform into armor. He was an angel. Even if he was mentally retarded, he was still the best angel in the world in swordsmanship.

Half an hour later, Alvin arrived at Moloch's palace under the guidance of Bol.

Staring at the bored Stark, standing in the square that had been bloodied by the "Blizzard", he boredly teased a big snake covered in red scales.

Alvin walked over and took a look in a funny way, and found that this big snake was the one whose fangs had been robbed by little Ginny.

Looking back at Bol, who was laughing dryly, Alvin knew that this guy must have done it on purpose.

He just didn't expect that this demon prince would do anything to please himself.

Anything that could bring back memories for him was put on display by him, hoping to exchange it for a little bit of goodwill. It would be better if he could get some soul energy.

Frankly speaking, soul energy is really not a precious thing to Alvin.

However, he knew very well that he should not let the beast be full. Only by keeping him hungry could he be better driven to work.

If you feed him all at once, does that mean you have created a new Abyss Lord? What if you need to beat him from time to time in the future? That would be more than worth the gain and a waste of time and energy.

Seeing that Alvin didn't seem to be interested in the giant snake, Bol waited until Stark pried off a few scales from the giant snake and observed with satisfaction. Then he said with a smile: "Would you like to look for it first?"

A place to sit?

Is there not only succubus in hell? We have several kinds of female demons here who are naturally voluptuous.

Do you want to go and take a look...

This is not the earth, what happens in hell stays in hell!”

Alvin looked at Bol, who was like a bad pimp, with disdain. He pointed at Stark and said: "Do you think my guy has the body to conquer the female devil?

Stop talking nonsense? Take me to your treasure house quickly. I will hatch some powerful demons for you.

The situation in the human camp must be very bad recently? You must help defend it."

Bol waved a little disappointedly and gestured to the corner of the palace, and several female demons with only a little cloth on their bodies stepped back.

Then he stretched out his hand to guide the way and said as he walked: "Boss, you should relax your body and mind occasionally. Hell is not really purgatory. Our royal family still has warmth.

Try something exotic once in a while? Great for relieving stress.

There is a kind of high-level and middle-level "strong demon" among the hell races. The men among them are stronger warriors than the lava demons. But the women among them are the most delicate flowers of hell.

And they are all high-level warriors. I think you and your wife need a group of female warriors like this to protect your own safety.

Oh, I’m not questioning your fighting ability, but I feel that with your status, always taking matters into your own hands is a bit..."

Seeing Bol's "loyal" expression? Alvin helplessly turned to Stark, who was rolling his eyes, and said, "Look, do you know what happened to the faint kings in the past?

Who can resist such ‘care’?”

As he spoke, Alvin patted Boer on the shoulder with some melancholy and said: "You don't understand, I kill demons in my dreams. This is a terminal illness!

You should keep those devil girls yourself, it would be more serious to give you more branches of the Moloch royal family."

Stark saw several female demons hiding on the side of the palace. He sighed regretfully, then raised his middle finger to Alvin and said, "Your disease really needs to be cured.

In fact, it’s not bad to feel the exotic customs, those female demons look really enthusiastic.”

Alvin looked at the tough-talking Stark with disdain and said, "Then I'll pack a few for you as specialties and take them back?

I was a good man, but I was ruined by you bastards!"

Boll waited until Alvin's temper subsided a little, sighed heavily, and then looked at Alvin with a stern look, as if waiting for him to ask himself, "Why did my beloved sigh?"

Realizing that Alvin paid no attention to what he meant, Bol shook his head in disappointment, walked into the palace hall dejectedly, and then waited for the two distinguished guests by the door.

Alvin looked at Bol's fucking expression that he didn't love him in the world, and he said irritably: "If you have anything to say, just say it, or I'll turn around and leave."

Bol finally found his words. He sighed and said plaintively: "Boss, you just said you wanted me to have more children, but you didn't know that I used all my energy to save my life.

I have sworn that I will never go to Earth to harm the people on Earth, and I’m afraid I won’t have any heirs in the future.”

Alvin looked at Bol like shit and cursed: "You can't give birth to a fucking child. Why do you blame me for not letting you eat people?"

Bol waved his hands repeatedly and said: "No, no, absolutely not!

The boss single-handedly helped me revive the Moloch royal family, how could I dare to think about this?

It’s just that when the boss asked me suddenly, I just expressed my feelings and expressed my feelings. Boss, you don’t need to take it too seriously.”

Alvin looked at the humble Bol, he shook his head in a funny way, reached out and injected a little soul energy into his body, making the guy sit down on the ground in ecstasy, and no longer even thought about being a tour guide.

This guy is flattering, pimping, and showing off his acting skills, just for this.

It doesn't matter to Alvin, he will accompany you and give you some benefits, so that you can have hope and work harder.

Stark looked at Bol who was sitting down. He looked at Alvin with contempt and said, "What's the point of doing this? Let this guy flatter me from now on, and then you will be responsible for paying the bill, otherwise..."

Before Stark could finish his threat, a tall, slender female demon wearing exquisite armor walked into the palace hall with several maid demons.

With Stark's instinctive whistle, the female demon bowed slightly and said: "My name is Delia, and Bol is my husband. He is at a critical moment now. Will the two distinguished guests follow me?"

Let’s go sit in the back hall together.”

As she spoke, Delia glanced at the palace hall, which was like a biochemical factory, and said with a slight embarrassment: "This is really not a place to entertain guests, and it made the two distinguished guests laugh!

Please come with me, we have strong wine brewed from the blood of the dragon, which is the best wine to replenish energy."

Alvin really didn't expect that Boll, who lived in a broken house, could find such a devilish wife with such temperament.

The devil horns on Delia's head are slightly more upturned than Bol's, and her whole body exudes a noble aura. This feeling is incompatible with this place of hell.

Compared with Boll, who looked like he was settling down and just sitting down to digest the benefits, this Delia looked too elegant.

But a devil will always be a devil, it doesn't matter what you look like.

Anyway, when Alvin saw the demon, he felt itchy at the base of his teeth and had the urge to cut it to see what was inside.

Delia obviously didn't know what kind of risks she was facing. She waved a few weak-looking maids to stay by her husband's side, and then reached out again to invite Alvin and the others to be guests.

Alvin did not respond to the other party's kindness, he waved his hand and said: "I am in a hurry, can you make the decision for Boll?

This guy dares to leave me here, which means he must be prepared..."

Delia didn't seem surprised by Alvin's attitude. She lowered her head slightly and said, "Boll told me many stories about you. He said that you are the most powerful person in the universe.

I've always wanted to meet you..."

As she spoke, Delia looked at the slightly impatient expression on Alvin's face. She smiled and stretched out her hand and said, "Please come with me. Bol told me that you can help us hatch a group of high-level demon warriors and

assassin.

It just so happens that I come from the Hell Demon race. Among our people, the men are the best warriors and the women are the best assassins."

Alvin looked this proud female devil up and down, he smiled and shook his head and said: "I don't know what 'fierce demons' are, their names sound fierce, but that has nothing to do with me.

Take me there, then accompany Mr. Stark to pick a gift, and by the way, pack me a few copies of that 'dragon blood wine' you mentioned.

I often drink dragon bone wine, but I have never drunk dragon blood wine. This time I am going out to hold a party, so I just want to bring it back to give my friends a taste."