Druids in Marvel

It is now eight o'clock in the morning, and Stark has agreed on a very suitable time, because at this time, all the terrorists are having breakfast.

They would get together and have a simple breakfast to celebrate that they had lived another day.

Today's weather is just fine. Two terrorists, an old man and a young man, gathered together, holding a piece of rough bread and a bowl of suspicious-colored camellia. They ate and chatted.

The young man tightened his somewhat loose gun belt, looked at the breakfast in his hand, and complained: "Old Ali, how long are we going to stay in this hellish place? I've become a little thin in the past two months.

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Old Ali, grinning with half his teeth missing, looked at the young man in front of him with a smile, who was only nineteen years old but had fought in the war for six years. He said: "What's the matter? I miss your bride, la.

De, I think we should be able to go back soon. The guys locked in the cave are about to make what our leader wants. When the leader takes that thing and sells it for a lot of money, we can go home.

Maybe after dividing the money, you can still find a wife."

He looked at Ladd with contempt, "Look at you now, you look like a ram in heat. I have four wives waiting for me at home. Am I anxious?"

Ladd waved his hands anxiously. He couldn't let others think that he was thinking about women. This would make him laugh at others. He said anxiously: "I just think it's too boring to stay here. I would rather go out and fight with the Americans."

A dozen, and we can still get some good loot. But here we are just waiting for the Yankee in the cave to make things, and we don't need so many people at all."

Old Ali tore off a piece of dough with difficulty, took a sip of oil tea, looked at Ladd, and said: "My child, don't always think about fighting. You are lucky to be alive today. I just want to be honest now."

I want to survive, make money, and raise my children. Don’t always listen to the nonsense of those people in white robes, who want to fight to the death with the Americans. Their own children have already gone to other countries. They are counting on you.

I am a stupid boy trying my best."

Ladd looked at Old Ali unconvinced and said, "Then why are you still here? You can go home and take care of your wife and children."

Old Ali shook his head and said: "I don't know what to do when I go back. We have nothing. I can only fight. I just hope that before I die, I can save enough money to send my son to Saudi Arabia or Qatar.

Like heaven.”

Ladd worked hard to tear the dough in his hand and said: "I always feel that the leader was deceived by that American. He may not have built any missiles at all, but tricked us into delaying time."

Old Ali smiled and said, "That's meaningless. Outsiders can't find it here!" After saying that, he saw Ladd's horrified expression. Following his eyes, Old Ali saw a scene that he would never forget.

A man, riding a bright red giant wolf, swooped down from a hill, holding an old-fashioned Winchester lever-action rifle in his hand.

Five giant black wolves with looming bodies were running and charging in front of him. There was a sentry post with a camouflage net. Before the four sentries inside could raise their guns, they were attacked by these five giant wolves that seemed to be released from hell.

The wolf tore it to pieces with its claws.

The black leader reacted promptly and shouted to the people around him to fight back. He led several of his men and ran to the cave, hoping to kill the hostages inside.

The terrorist who was having breakfast dropped the food in his hand and picked up his AK47 to shoot at the charging giant wolf.

Three thick vines sprang out from the ground. A green vine kept wandering and beating among the crowd. Every terrorist who was touched would cover its own throat, with a livid face, and faint from poison.

The poisonous flower vine is like a biological killer, bringing death wherever it goes.

The red vines are much more disgusting. On the head of the vine is a barrel-shaped mouth full of sharp teeth. Swinging its body with a diameter of more than fifty centimeters, it swept through the canteen of the camp like an army and beat up all the terrorists.

They flew out, then chased after them, opened their terrifying mouths, and swallowed these unfortunate ghosts into their bodies.

The golden vines were much more graceful. They shrunk their bodies to the thickness of a finger and shot a group of terrorists through them like sharp arrows. Moreover, the bodies of those terrorists who were shot through dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

, as if the water on the body has evaporated.

The terrorists' courage disappeared under such a horrific attack. They howled, dropped everything, and began to flee.

The five ghost wolves would not miss this opportunity. Their bodies suddenly flashed and appeared in the crowd.

The wolf claws stretched out nearly half a foot long. Wherever they passed, broken limbs and broken arms were scattered everywhere. Not one of the terrorists left a complete body.

A few ghost wolves that are usually seen as harmless to humans and animals have finally shown their terrifying lethality. Ghost wolves that can move between the void and reality, like teleportation, can always appear ghostly in front of terrorists.

behind him, and then tore him into pieces.

Only Alvin has not made any achievements so far. Alvin, who has average marksmanship, rode a mad wolf with a shoulder height of nearly 1.8 meters. He broke into the terrorist camp like a charging warrior without even firing two shots.

Hit any target. Shooting while riding a wolf, this ability is something Alvin doesn't have yet.

This makes Alvin, who imagines himself as the "Big Whore in the Wilderness", very disappointed with his combat coordination ability. Why can't his fighting style change? He has always been like a gangster, slashing and shooting.

Not the style of painting he wanted.

Jumping off the wolf's back and letting it fight on its own, Alvin stood at the edge of the camp, holding up the Winchester to look for a target to shoot at.

Well~ Alvin can hardly find his target without hitting his summons. This is the disadvantage of poor marksmanship. In a chaotic scene, it is easy to hurt one of your own.

This also shows from the side how powerful Vine and Ghost Wolf are.

The massacre didn't last long, and there was a burst of fierce gunfire from the cave. A tall black figure, holding a huge shield, rushed out of the cave. Several terrorists blocking the road were like being struck by a high-speed car.

The small animals that hit it flew out of the cave in pieces.

At this time, there were not many terrorists left on the field. Alvin recalled the vines, leaving only five ghost wolves to continue chasing the few lucky ones left.

Ladd was one of them. Just now, he watched old Ali being grabbed by the neck by a ghost wolf and thrown into the air. The other wolf used its claws in tacit agreement to tear him into pieces in the air.

Ladd, who had been fighting since he was a child, rushed to an old-fashioned machine gun with red eyes, pulled the bolt, and shot wildly at the demons on the field. There was no need to care about any of his comrades, they were all dead, or

dying.

The 12.7mm bullets formed a barrage and swept across the entire camp.

The tall mad wolf had no use for it at this moment. It blocked Alvin with its body. The bullet that could tear apart an ordinary armored car hit the mad wolf like a stone hitting a car.

The tire was slightly dented and then bounced off.

The newly born Mr. Iron Man saw the situation, controlled the simple exoskeleton armor, and held up a huge shield. He launched a heroic charge towards Rad.

Rader discovered Stark's intention, turned the gun head, and sprayed the last few dozen bullets at Stark. Then he was heroically smashed into pieces by Stark's mecha and the machine gun emplacement.