Marvel's I am MT

"Dear Baldr, welcome to you, my God of War." King Adams led the royal family out of the tent to welcome him.

Barton also showed the etiquette due to the king and said: "Your Majesty, your injury seems to be recovering quickly. This is really good news."

King Adams stepped forward and saluted Barton as a sign of respect and intimacy.

"Come, Baldr, come to my tent and have a drink."

"Where I'm from, my best friends call me Clint."

Entering Adams' royal tent, Barton sat across from King Adams, but his first words made Adams frown.

From his three daughters, Adams knew about Barton. He should be an extremely intelligent man, otherwise he would not have such profound knowledge, let alone such high attainments in music, art, etc.

This kind of thing applies everywhere, and Barton has never explicitly objected to the title of Badr. But today he seemed a little abnormal, and he was still in front of the king of the clan.

"Oh, Clint? That's a good name." King Adams said, "Then there must be something wrong with you."

"Yes." Barton got straight to the point: "The first thing I want to say is that your idea is impractical and will not work at all. You cannot count on Asgard to drive away the dark elves."

These words made King Adams' self-esteem a little hurt. His thoughts were seen through at a glance, and he was pointed out to his face by the person he wanted to take advantage of. No king of any clan would like it.

"The second thing is, I can defeat them for you, but I am seriously injured. Your Majesty needs to think of a way."

After hearing this, Adams' face became slightly clearer, but he was a little hesitant. "Can you do it alone?"

"As long as you can make me heal."

King Adams did not agree, but he did not refuse either. Barton didn't just sit there stupidly asking for an answer. After he finished speaking, he returned directly to the tree and continued to recuperate in his divine form.

In fact, Barton had long thought that in the face of the invasion of dark elves, the behavior of the light elves was too unreasonable.

The total army of the light clan is about , which is less than the invading dark elves. But the total population of the light elves is actually not large. Far behind the battle lines, there are hundreds of millions of light elves.

Before Barton appeared, the light elf used the word drag. The dark elves relied on dark erosion to advance steadily, while the light elves retreated little by little.

But after Barton appeared, the light elves were uncharacteristic of themselves and fought hard regardless of casualties. They even attacked forward for a long distance and lost almost one-third of their elite warriors.

If there are any bad intentions, Asgard has always ignored them, and the possibility of the destruction of the light elves' legion is very high if they continue to fight like this. Isn’t King Adams afraid of the annihilation of his family? Why would he dare to do this?

So Barton believes that King Adams still has a backup plan. Although he can't guess what this back-up plan is, he must be confident. At least the light elves are far from annihilating their race.

Diplomacy is very important. Alfheim has always been protected by Asgard and can become a paradise. If Asa's protection is lost, the light elves will take the morning pill even if they have some background.

The light elves are extremely good at natural and light magic. Therefore, as long as the light warriors are not killed on the spot, their recovery rate after treatment is astonishingly high. This is also the main reason why the light army can always maintain combat effectiveness.

But Asgard is obviously no longer able to rely on it. Barton believed that it was time for the Light Elves to win this war independently, so he gave Adams advice and asked Adams to recognize the situation and give up his illusions.

Adams was slow to make a decision. But the dark elves were more determined and persistent. Under the leadership of the Cursed Warriors, they attacked the Army of Light again and again.

Barton has never been the kind of villain who likes to watch the excitement. He knows that he can recover little by little because of the favor of the Light Clan, and many soldiers have even poured their blood on him. But although he actively participated in the battle every time, his impact on the battle situation was much smaller under the control of the Cursed Warrior.

About a month later, the Army of Light was defeated again in a fierce battle. Many warriors of light refused to retreat and died in this dark land in order to follow Barton.

In this battle, the Cursed Warrior used a weapon called the Cursed Blade, which was said to have killed the gods. General Suliman, the commander of the Army of Light, was killed in battle, and Barton almost didn't come back.

After the great battle, both sides took a break. The small-scale fighting continued, which gave Barton some breathing time. But he still felt uneasy in his heart, as if he could foresee the coming of doom.

Two months passed in a flash, and Barton fell into a deep sleep. Mia always likes to sneak into the legions, while Siya has been praying somewhere. Only Niya comes every day to water the sacred tree and wipe Barton's face. She sometimes sang alone under the tree, but there was always a hint of melancholy in her singing.

Too many people died in the war, which made the elf princess very sad. What made her even more desperate was that the low horn in front interrupted her singing again, and her tears flowed down again.

"My beautiful princess, why are you so sad."

Niya turned around and saw that it was Barton who had woken up. She threw herself into his arms and cried loudly.

"I'm so sorry. I promised not to make you cry again."

Barton struggled to stand up from the tree, and the golden holy clothes gradually covered the mottled scars on his body. But the wound on his abdomen was still bleeding with black blood. He was stabbed by the cursed blade in the last battle and has never healed.

"Badr! Clint! You can't fight anymore, just don't go, okay?" Of course Nia knew that Barton was seriously injured, she hugged Barton and refused to let go.

"Don't worry Niya, at least today, we will definitely win." Barton patted her little hand and pinched her nose gently.

The golden light broke through the sky, but Niya shed more tears.

Before the battle line, the soldiers of light, who had been greatly reduced, were still unafraid. They were used to this kind of battle, and they were more familiar and indifferent to death.

King Adams was on the front lines, standing with his warriors. Patton's reappearance further boosted morale. At this moment, two huge shadows appeared in the darkness.

Two cursed warriors!

In the last battle, the Cursed Warriors wielding the Cursed Blade were unstoppable. General Suliman died under this blade, and even the God of War Baldr was seriously injured. But at this time, there was another one, which made the light elves feel a kind of despair.

But Barton was not afraid. The cursed blade was indeed terrifying. But this period of recuperation has allowed him to recover somewhat, and one of his ultimate moves in his skill bar has returned to usable status.

So under the spotlight, he strode forward. King Adams and several generals shouted loudly, while the dark elves burst into laughter.

But Barton came to the center of the line, suddenly leaned down, pressed his hands on the dark earth, and his eyes revealed a fierce light.

"Woodun Tree World is coming!"