$469 Whether It Is an Accident or a Story Depends on Who Is the Protagonist

"I really didn't expect you guys to be so 'approachable'?"

Nick Fury joked that Cole was easier to deal with than other old guys. This was something he heard from Steve and the others.

He knew exactly what each of these ancestors looked like.

"We are not a completely closed group. At that time, many people would always come to our home, and of course we would also go outside."

As Cole spoke, he lifted the Wrath of the Hidden Peak from Tarik's back. Tarik would not be injured.

This little bit of power can probably shut him up for a while.

As for whether he will be targeted afterwards?

Among the three ancestors, it is Kahn who has the final say now.

If Tariq had any complaints, Kahn would probably be happy to talk to him about physics.

The relationship between Cole and Kahn is still very good, at least they have had dinner together...

Barbarians also talk about human relationships and worldly interactions, as long as they don't violate any morals and bottom lines.

At least now the guy who goes against the general knowledge of the ancestors is the somewhat paranoid Tarik.

Tarik already knew what Kol meant, but he still made the most boring attempt.

"I said, you really don't want to be a hero?"

Tarik muttered twice, then turned over and lay on the ground. He himself also knows that this is a question that will be rejected ten thousand times if asked ten thousand times.

Just gotta try...

Taking precautions before they happen is the most effective way to defend. He is just able to be more ruthless than other ancestors.

Frank turned to look at Tariq, and then followed Cole directly.

After Frank and Nick Fury completely disappeared from his sight, Kerik slowly walked over.

"Guardian, do you really have such a hard heart?"

Kolik's words were not without irony.

"At least a little more solid and colder than you."

Tarik twitched the corners of his mouth and raised his hand to smooth his beard.

Korik can be ridiculously kind at times, but when he fights he is so violent that even a demon would tremble.

Everyone is a complicated guy, but Kolik is probably the only one who is so conflicted.

"That young man whose heart is almost filled with fear still plans to have three waves of fear? If Diavolo hadn't existed, I would probably approve of his approach. Only by fearing the consequences will people become less annoying."

Tarik still said a few more words. In the past, this kind of thing was something Madoc had to consider. But now it seems that only he can take over these responsibilities.

As he said, the Guardians are always tougher-hearted than Korik.

Kolik was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "The debate over ideas has been going on for countless years. What's the point of bringing it up now? Anyway, we can't let the boy with hope become a slave of fear. "

"Ha! Then you should have killed him at the beginning! Don't say that Diavolo in your eyes would be stupid enough to let that kid go. I don't want to face a corrupt man like I did with Niracek. Barbarian."

Talik's seemingly frivolous words coupled with his old face full of vicissitudes of life made Korik not know what to say for a moment.

"We are all afraid, but we still have to thank the courage."

Kolik concluded, albeit cryptically.

"Thank you for the courage? Why don't you thank the hammer! The Nephalem's body can contain all power, whether negative or positive. Because Prius is a fool, so is Auriel! And Israel and Inaris ! As for Tyrael and Malthael, those two are bastards!”

Tarik acted a little nagging, and Korik sat directly next to him.

"If they are all idiots and bastards, then you are the biggest idiot and bastard."

"Yes! I am the biggest idiot! The biggest bastard! I obviously bear the title of the head of the three ancestors, but I need that fool Madoc to make decisions in everything! I am like a decoration that just presses the OK button! "

"Did you press the OK button this time?"

Korik patted Talik's chest.

"This time, I haven't pressed it yet."

…

Matthew finally woke up from his coma. The surrounding environment changed somewhat. He didn't know where he was for a while.

But the aura belonging to Luke around him made him feel at ease immediately.

"Is this back to New York?"

Matthew rubbed his head, it was not a good experience to be knocked unconscious by the energy.

At least he's still a little dazed now. The killer monkey on the chest is jumping around. It looks like the killer monkey is very happy to be back in New York.

"I need to find a qualified prey, but after much thought, I don't know where to look."

Luke sat cross-legged on the floor, rubbing the interstellar helmet in his arms.

Anyway, I feel very empty now. It feels really bad to have a goal but not know where to start.

But this was obviously not what Matthew wanted to hear, but he still responded to Luke's words well.

"Then let me first congratulate you on getting the approval of your ancestors. Your wedding date has almost been set."

Matthew said this.

He had already known what tests Luke would have to face if he wanted to get married. Now that he had reached the stage of taking a qualified prey as a trophy, everything was going smoothly.

"Your lawyer's license hasn't been revoked, right? I want to ask where I should go to register if I want to marry Jessica?"

Luke smiled, but Matthew couldn't see it.

But Matthew could feel that Luke was much happier.

"Go to the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, find the statue of the three ancestors to pray?"

"No, you should tell me to bring my and Jessica's ID, such as driver's license, to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register. You almost forgot that you are still a lawyer."

Luke stuffed the Star Wars helmet in his hand into his backpack and stood up.

"Where are you going?"

Matthew asked in a daze, obviously he hadn't woken up yet. Killer Monkey pulled Matthew's hair and didn't seem to care about these things.

"Go to Rumlow and ask if there are any super villains that I need to fight. SHIELD is more informed, otherwise when will I get married?"

Luke pouted, picked up the leather jacket hanging on the wall and went out directly. He already knew the location of SHIELD. If he went directly to their house, he should be able to get information about Rumlow, but this was only a less important purpose.

Although it would be more convenient to teleport directly, he was not here to reminisce with Rumlow. He just wanted to get information about SHIELD.

"How did I get back to New York, Luke!"

Matthew finally realized the problem and asked hastily, and he also slipped the killer monkey off his head.

"Leah brought you here. I just stayed with you for a while. To prevent you from being attacked by the ninjas that came out of the corner. By the way, are those ninjas from the Hand considered high-quality prey?"

Luke turned his head and asked.

Matthew pondered for a while and said, "Those guys are not even worth your skin. Do you think they are high-quality?"

"Anyway, I'm just sitting around doing nothing. As long as those guys are not extinct, it's reasonable for me to do something good."

Luke left the hut directly after he finished speaking.

This is Matthew's safe house. His own safe house has not been built yet.

But he can live in Bul-Kathos's blacksmith shop. After all, he is an apprentice in the blacksmith shop. Living in the place where he works can't be considered lazy, right?

Matthew stared at the front in a daze. It took a long time before he remembered an important thing.

"No, you just said that Leah brought me here? So where is Leah now?"

Although the question has been asked, Luke can no longer get an answer.

And now Leah is looking at the streets of New York with curious eyes. Whether it is bright and beautiful or dirty and smelly, it is new to Leah.

Cars, buildings, and hurried pedestrians are quite interesting.

As for getting lost?

That's not important. At most, it's just a matter of a portal.

Wandering aimlessly is also the habit of the Nephalem. From one end to the other, it's just wandering around.

It sounds like a vagrant, but you can't tell everyone that you rely on killing demons to get the money you need to survive, right?

Perhaps if the capitalists of this world knew that they could get gold coins by killing demons, they would probably directly form an armed force and rush directly into the burning hell.

The endless demons are the inexhaustible precious metals and various powerful gems!

New energy, resource depletion? Who would worry about these things with demons?

If demons can be kept in captivity, it will be no problem for humans to declare that demons are saviors.

With high-temperature blood, magic that can create ice, and even regenerate!

There is no better livestock than this!

In fact, humans are always high above, especially in the face of interests.

As Leah walked, she walked into an alley that looked a little "dangerous".

This place is a high-incidence area for accidents, but whether it is an accident or a story depends on who is the protagonist caught in it.

Like Leah, at least she will not become a victim of ordinary accidents.

Leah watched the manhole cover on the ground jump continuously. After jumping twice, a strong male covered with scales crawled out.

It can be seen that he is not in a good condition.

There seem to be gunshot wounds and axe scars on his body, and some black wounds after being burned can be seen.

Killer Croc, after a period of multiple transformations between the identity of prey and hunter, he finally killed the brain-damaged guy Midnight.

God knows where that thing got the courage to dive into the sewer to fight with Killer Croc.

Killer Croc certainly didn't know that this was because the blood flowing from Prius at that time just fell into Midnight's mouth.

Courage's blood is not something that a guy of Midnight's level can digest in a short time.

And it is natural that the power of the voodoo warlock is not very competitive when facing the blood of courage.

Leah looked at this guy with burning eyes.

Judging from her rich knowledge of demons, the guy in front of her should be counted as a human.

But she really has never seen such a person.

Out of curiosity and trust in her own strength, Leah decided to say hello to the other party.

The first human friend, maybe it’s a good start to a new life?

“Hello, I’m Leah.”

Leah greeted directly, but did not explain her identity in detail.

Because now she doesn't even know how to introduce her life experience.

The daughter of Aidan the Dark Wanderer, the granddaughter of Skeleton King Leoric, the granddaughter of Deckard Cain, the daughter of Diavolo, a barbarian with the blood of Bulcaisel?

There seems to be something wrong with the introduction...

It is impossible for Diavolo to consider himself Leoric's son, although Leoric might happily admit it...

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

Killer Croc was slightly stunned by Leah's unreasonable greeting, which made him somewhat passive.

"Why should I be afraid of you? By the way, what's your name?"

Leah asked with a bit of excitement.

Killer Croc has an aura of chaos about him, is he a good guy? Killer Croc is completely irrelevant.

But speaking of being a bad guy, this guy doesn't seem to be that bad.

Originally, he only used violent means to get what he deserved, but his hands were also stained with the blood of innocent people.

The most important thing is that he really eats people...at least he has the idea of ​​eating people. Especially after this rumor of cannibalism became one of his crimes, he kept thinking about whether to eat individuals alive. ①

As for being afraid of Killer Croc? How can the strong be afraid of the weak?

It's not like Leah was defenseless.

She had put her hand into her backpack, ready to pull out a crossbow or a hand ax to kill the guy in front of her at any time.

It's just the action of taking out your backpack that other people can't understand.

At least now Leah looks like a harmless little white rabbit, but back then she was also a being who could kill demons with a hand crossbow.

It's just not that powerful.

"Waylon, uh, Waylon Jones, my name."

Killer Croc even had to think hard to recall his own name from the corners of his jumbled memory.

No one has asked his name for who knows how many years, and even he almost forgot that his name is Waylon Jones.

Leah smiled: "Is there anything interesting here? I plan to see the world."

Leah had no intention of becoming good friends with Killer Croc the first time they met.

It would be nice to be able to exchange names with each other.

"I don't know, but I don't think the world is fun at all."

Killer Croc felt his eyes were a little dry and he needed tears to moisten his eyes.

Although he is not a crocodile, he doesn't mind using the identity of a crocodile to disguise himself.

"Then I wish you good luck and hope you can find your true self. Also, don't look at the shadow of hell, because you will always see eyes looking back."

As Leah said this, the holy figure of Tyrell flashed through her mind.

What little sex talk there was also disappeared.

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Leah waved her hand, then turned and left the narrow alley.

It looks like this is a less than exciting story rather than a tragic accident.

Of course, if there was an accident, it would be Killer Croc who would be the tragic one.