The Elder Scrolls in Marvel

At the junction of Iran, Afghanistan and Turkmenistan, amid chaos and crisis, darkness is growing and evil is being carried out unbridled.

In an ordinary and peaceful village, the peace of the past has been broken, and a tragic scene is unfolding.

A group of terrorists with guns, like greedy wolves, opened their mouths and exposed their fangs to the helpless village.

Terrorists are hunting down villagers from house to house in the village. Their target is never money or food, because they know that these poor and pitiful guys have nothing.

These terrorists have only one target, and that is people, living lives.

The people in the village were driven into the open space of the village by the terrorists like lambs to be slaughtered. The terrorists classified them into old people and children, men and women.

After classification, the terrorists will take these people to different destinations in different vehicles and batches.

They will take men away and work for them as coolies; women will be a resource, a hot-selling commodity, and currency in circulation. They will use women to exchange for what they want; and children are the most important thing. Yes, the terrorists will take them back, brainwash them, and then become the organization's personnel reserve.

But what's the point of these old guys? If they're lucky, they'll be left to die in the village. If they're unlucky, so what if they waste dozens of dollars to make everyone happy.

Adan slowed down his pace as he approached the village, hiding in the darkness and sneaking into the village quietly.

Because of the help of the Whispering Dragon Roar of Life, all life is invisible to Yadan.

Therefore, Adan can easily avoid all the terrorists and enter the village quietly without alerting anyone.

"Mom, dad," there was chaos in the open space in the middle of the village, crying and shouting.

Ignorant children are crying under the clutches of terrorists. They don't want to leave their parents, they are afraid.

Weak mothers are wailing, the homes they rely on for survival are being torn apart, the families they have sacrificed for are being hurt, and the people they love deeply will leave them.

As for strong, bloody fathers, they may choose to resist, but their resistance seems so futile, pale and powerless.

But fortunately and unfortunately, they will not be killed because the terrorists will continue to squeeze the value of their lives.

Only those old people who have experienced vicissitudes of life do not cry or make trouble, they are unmoved, they look at everything in front of them like zombies.

Maybe they have already experienced such a scene, maybe they were survivors of the disaster.

Maybe it was their parents, or their brothers or children who were captured before, but now, they will feel the pain again.

But this is their fate, because they can't escape, they have nowhere to escape, they have no way to leave here, and leaving such a tragic fate are all accessories of war.

"Daddy, daddy." A boy broke away from the terrorists' hands and wanted to return to his father's arms.

And his mother watched this scene with eyes wide open, because she knew that her child was no longer running towards the safe harbor of the past, and that her child was heading towards death.

The child's father quickly stood out from the crowd and ran over to hold the child in his arms to prevent the terrorists from shooting his child directly.

The terrorist who asked the boy to break free and run away looked at the scene of the father and son hugging each other tightly, with burning pain on his face. It was so shameful that he actually let a child run away from him.

The terrorist walked over angrily, kicked his father away, then grabbed the boy and threw him directly behind him. The boy fell heavily to the ground.

When the father saw it, he quickly got up from the ground and wanted to rush up from behind to grab the terrorist's gun, but was knocked down by the butt of the gun from the terrorist on the other side.

The group of bloody male villagers looked at the scene in front of them, looked at their familiar friends, looked at the cute child, and couldn't help but become a little restless. They wanted to resist, and they wanted to fight to the death.

"Kneel down and don't let me do anything rashly." A leader-like terrorist quickly fired two shots into the sky and roared, and the scene suddenly calmed down.

The leader looked at the crowd that was gradually calming down and breathed a sigh of relief. After all, these are all money. It hurts to kill one. However, the leader focused on the man who was being held down by his men in the center of the open space.

It's all his fault. If he wasn't out to seek death, how could he almost cause these guys to resist?

The leader walked over with anger, he wanted to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys

The butt of the gun was hit hard on the bridge of the man's nose. From the sound, it must have been broken.

The man fell to the ground, covering his nose and wailing in pain. Blood flowed all over the floor, while his children and his wife were crying heartbreakingly beside him.

Seeing this, the leader showed no mercy at all. He bent down and grabbed the man's hair, then smashed it to the ground. Then he picked up the gun, loaded it, and aimed the gun away.

At the moment when the leader loaded the gun and wanted to aim at the man and shoot, a gust of wind roared past and the gun in the leader's hand flew out.

The terrorists present looked at each other in shock, while the boy and the man's wife who were being held down on the side also took this opportunity to rush forward, hugged the man, and the family hugged each other tightly.

"What just happened?" The leader looked at his empty hands and asked his men in disbelief. The men also shook their heads in confusion.

"peng"

The sudden sound shocked everyone, and the house behind the leader collapsed, raising dust all over the sky.

"cough cough"

A figure walked out of the ruins shrouded in dust, opened his hands to the leader and showed a friendly smile, and then looked around as if no one else was around.

"Who are you?" the leader asked sharply.

The men around him left and aimed their guns at Yadan.

"One, two, three." Yadan stretched out his left hand and pointed at the terrorists one after another. On his right hand, a sword was looming and condensing, gradually turning into an entity.

"Who are you?" The surrounding terrorists asked with trembling voices when they saw the flaming sword appearing out of thin air in Yadan's hand. They all took a few steps back.

But Yadan ignored them at all. He just gestured and said to himself: "They are all standing, so the height is just right. Cut in half, beautiful."

As he spoke, Yadan raised his sword, but before Yadan could make a move, he saw the fear in the boy's eyes.

The child who was hugged tightly in his parents' arms had fear in his eyes.

Yadan sighed and slowly lowered his sword.

The terrorists who were a little slower to react also fired at Yadan at this moment, but when the bullets hit Yadan three meters away, they were blocked by a transparent shield.

The bullet just hung in the air quietly, posing no threat to Yadan.

The terrorists saw this suffocating scene and reacted immediately. They grabbed the villagers nearby and pointed guns at their heads to threaten Yadan.

Yadan calmly looked at the scene in front of him. Facing the terrorists who were shouting at him hysterically, Yadan remained calm.

Under Yadan's slightly moving lips, the free elements in the air were slowly and quietly pouring into the terrorists' bodies from their ears, noses and throats.

then

"flutter"

In the frightened eyes of the villagers, the terrorists all fell to the ground, lifeless.

Looking at the frightened villagers, Yadan had an innocent and friendly smile on his face.