Druid in Marvel

It was eight o'clock in the morning, and Stark had agreed on a very suitable time, because at this time, all the terrorists were 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 suspiciously colored oil tea. Chatting while eating.

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

Old Ali, grinning with half his teeth missing, looked at the young man in front of him who was only nineteen years old but had fought in the war for six years. Said: "What's the matter? I miss your bride, Ladd. I think we should be able to go back soon. The guys locked in the cave will soon make what our leader wants. By then, the leader will take If we sell that thing for a lot of money, we can go home, and maybe after dividing the money, you can still find a wife."

He looked at Ladd with contempt and said, "Look at how you look now, 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 the Yankees and get some good loot. But here we are just waiting for the Yankee in the cave to make something." , there is no need for so many people.”

Old Ali tore off a piece of dough with difficulty, took a sip of oil tea, looked at Ladd, and said, "Son, don't always think about fighting. You are lucky to be alive today. I just want to be honest now." I want to survive, earn 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'm just 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 be found 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 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 on it. Before the four sentries could raise their guns, they were torn into pieces by the claws of five giant wolves that seemed to be released from hell.

The black leader reacted promptly and shouted at the people around him, asking them to fight back. He took several of his men and ran to the cave, hoping to silence 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 sprouted from the ground. A green vine kept wandering through the crowd and lashing out. Every terrorist it touched would cover its throat, face livid, and fall to the ground poisoned. The poisonous flower vine is like a biological killer, bringing death wherever it goes.

The red vine is much more disgusting. On the vine's head 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 a thousand troops, sending a bunch of terrorists flying out, then chased after them, opened its terrifying mouth, and swallowed these unlucky ghosts into its body.

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 courage of the terrorists disappeared under such horrific attacks. Howling, he dropped everything and began to run away.

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

The wolf claws that were nearly half a foot long were stretched out, and stumps and broken arms were scattered everywhere in their path, and none of the terrorists left a complete body.

A few ghost wolves that were usually seen as harmless to humans and animals finally showed their terrifying lethality. Ghost wolves that can move between the void and reality, like teleportation, can always appear behind the terrorist like a ghost, and then tear him into pieces.

Only Alvin has not made any achievements yet. Alvin, who has average marksmanship, is riding a mad wolf with a shoulder height of nearly 1.8 meters. Like a charging warrior, he broke into the terrorist camp and fired two shots without hitting any target. Alvin doesn't yet have the ability to ride a wolf and shoot.

This made Alvin, who imagined himself as the "big whore in the wilderness", very disappointed with his combat coordination ability. Why can't he change his fighting style? He has always looked like a gangster. Slashing and shooting are not the style he wants.

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 find a target to shoot at.

Well, Alvin basically couldn't find the target while ensuring not to hit his summons. This is the disadvantage of too little marksmanship. In a chaotic scene, you can easily hurt your own people.

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. The few terrorists who blocked the road flew out of the cave in pieces like small animals hit by high-speed cars.

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

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 his eyes red, pulled the bolt, and shot wildly at the demons on the field. There is no need to care about any comrades, they are all dead or about to die.

The 127mm bullets formed a barrage that swept across the camp.

The tall mad wolf had no use at this moment, and it blocked Alvin with its body. The bullets that could shred ordinary armored vehicles hit the mad wolf like a stone hitting a car tire, denting it slightly and then being bounced away.

The newly born Mr. Iron Man, seeing the situation, controlled the simple exoskeleton armor and held up a huge shield. A heroic charge was launched against Ladd.

Ladd discovered Stark's intention, turned the gun, and sprayed the last few dozen bullets at Stark. Then the hero was smashed into pieces by Stark's mecha, including the machine gun position.

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