Marvel's strongest warden

Trolls' faith is still at a relatively primitive level. A snowy mountain, a huge beast, or a vast swamp will all become the source of their faith.

But this does not mean that their gods have no divine power. On the contrary, trolls do not have magic. They only have priests. These priests communicate with gods and heroes and give heroes power.

They can even personify a planet into a god and use their power to feed themselves. It is also because of this terrible racial talent that their books were selected in the game system for Mason to choose.

Mason's eyes fell on the first page.

Images of personified gods are all powerful.

"Don't look directly at God."

This is a protection for the priests, an insurance measure, and a warning.

"You can do it, believe in yourself."

Mason said to himself, his eyes falling on the first page of troll gods.

"Forest of giant trees."

This is the god on the homepage, the god of life that trolls believe in. He is an oak tree. This kind of beech tree generally grows in temperate zones. Of course, it may also be found in subtropical zones.

But who cares? Mason is not a botanist. He cares about the power brought by the "Forest of Giant Trees".

At first glance, this "Forest of Giant Trees" is neither tall nor straight enough.

Even the leaves above him began to turn yellow.

The only thing worth noting is the dense tree tumors on his body. These tree tumors look like they have hollowed out this huge oak tree and are spread across every location in this forest of giant trees.

Mason looked at the burls until the dense burls opened, revealing the eyes hidden inside.

Under the gaze of these eyes, Mason felt a sharp pain in his head.

He blessed himself with some blessing spells, but these little spells that were better than nothing were not of much help to him at this time. When Mason was stared at by the eyes of the Giant Tree Forest, his body began to turn into wood.

He lowered his head and glanced at his hands. The skin on his hands had turned into bark, and his blood, his bones, and his muscles were all constantly turning into wood.

Maybe in three minutes, no, maybe in five minutes, he will become a tree and take root inside.

"Is this the price of looking directly at God? If it is just this, then I am willing to pay this price. Are you willing to give me strength?"

He bit his other hand, smeared blood on Mu Hua's hand, and began to recite a spell. Finally, Mu Hua's arm returned to normal, but at the same time, countless vines grew around the office.

Crush the chair into pieces, bring the desk to life and sprout branches.

All these life forces escape from Mason's body.

"Is that all?"

Mason shook his hand that was still numb and stared straight at the page. As time passed, Mason's lower body became wooden again and merged with the roots growing out of the floor.

The majestic mental power finally came into use at this time. The speed of Mason's wood transformation was not fast. After he really remembered the forest of giant trees, everything around him began to calm down.

His skin became soft again, he pulled his feet out of the tree stump, opened the door and started to prepare the tattoo potion.

He coughed slightly, and some coagulated blood came out from his nose and mouth.

This is the price of peeking at the gods.

But Mason was very satisfied with it. If he only paid this price every time he peeked at the gods, it would look surprisingly good.

As Mason left, the gods that seemed to be engraved on the gravel murals gradually disappeared, and finally turned into a brilliance the size of gravel and scattered on the ground.

He is about to prepare for tattooing, and he also has some experience in selecting materials.

Among the trolls, there were countless heroes whose skin was tougher than his, and there were even some ruthless people who physically traveled across the universe.

The tattoo needles used by the troll priests are gifts from the giant tree forest, and they are divine branches. Currently, Mason does not have these things. He only needs to pray again and get the tattoo pigments and tattoo needles.

There is already a Red King and a White Queen on one of his arms, and Mason plans to engrave them on the other arm.

He took off his clothes neatly and put them aside, and began to carve the forest of giant trees on one arm.

But before that, he still needs someone.,

"My daughter, I need you."

He whispered to the air, and at the same time, he was sitting in a dark place in the nursing home, holding a large movie in his hand. The Red Dragon Queen heard the call, she put the book aside, picked up the mask next to her and put it on.

On the body.

Dragon language with unknown meaning.

An illusory door appeared in front of her. She opened the door and walked in. When she came out, she was already next to Mason.

Mason glanced at the disappearing door.

He thinks this skill is really good and he is very greedy, but it's a pity that he doesn't know how to do it.

"I need some time to be alone. No matter who comes, remember to ask them to wait at the door.

Oh, this is the snack I made last time, half for each person."

He gave half of the dragon's snacks he refined last time to his daughter, winked at her, and took a big bite himself.

The Red Dragon Queen walked out and closed the door. She sat on the ground. There was nothing around her, but as she stretched out her hand, many ripples appeared around her. She pulled back the book she had placed in the dark corner.

, continue to start

Mason started carving, and the sound of rustling began to appear in the house, like trees sprouting and insects crawling. The Red Dragon Queen sat in front of the door, her attention focused on her book, Wo

When De came over, he heard the sound inside, looked at the Red Dragon Queen sitting in front of the door and asked: "Can I go in?"

The Red Dragon Queen didn't speak. Seeing that she didn't speak, Ward put his hand on the door handle and was about to turn the handle the next second.

But he suddenly stopped. In his peripheral vision, the Red Dragon Queen had disappeared, and the back of his neck felt a little cold.

The Red Dragon Queen placed her hand on the back of Ward's neck. As long as she exerted a little force, Ward's head would fall to the ground.

Maybe it will start rolling again?

Ward didn't dare to gamble, he felt like his whole body was frozen.

"Hey kid, take your hand off the doorknob."

Frank, who had just come up from the corridor, saw this scene and immediately chose to believe the Red Dragon Queen. He pulled out his gun and pointed it at Ward.

Ward slowly took his hand off the door handle and slowly raised his hand on his head.

"I'm just here to see Mason, I don't have any ill intentions."

Frank didn't say much. He stepped forward and groped Ward's body, but found no weapons. Ward didn't resist. He knew how powerful this one-eyed dragon was. At this distance, he had no confidence in defeating him.

Ward lay on the wall in humiliation and saw the Red Dragon Queen sitting on the same spot again, holding a book in her hand, as if she had never moved.

For some reason, Ward felt chills all over his body when he looked at the Red Dragon Queen like this. He felt more danger in this small lunatic asylum than he had ever encountered during his mission.