When he thought about the spicy strips that he used to chew with such joy turned out to be like this, his face began to twist again.
But the noisy sounds brought him back to his senses. This was a battlefield, not an amusement park. There was not enough free time to accommodate his wild thoughts. He immediately collected his thoughts and looked into the distance.
Steve looked out and saw green and white mixed together in a ball. No matter how high the platform he stood on, he could never see the end.
The rain liberated the monsters that could only crawl in the dark. They would no longer be restricted by the sunlight, nor would they have to endure the stupid helmets on their heads. After all, their weak spot had never been their heads. When it didn't matter where they were hit, the monsters hated being restrained even more, which seemed to contradict their inherently manic nature.
Fortunately, Steve did not see any familiar green, hideous crawling figures among the huge army. Perhaps the rain soaked them so much that they were completely silenced and had no way to vent their violent tempers. Or perhaps the rainy day buffered the trend of the explosion so well that they could only embrace death alone instead of taking more innocent lives in the crazy explosion.
Steve swallowed the last bite of the potato he had brought with him. It was cold, mixed with the choking rainwater, and it made his tongue numb, and he couldn't taste anything.
He thought again of the campfire that day and the fragrant and soft potatoes roasted beside the fire. It was so warm.
But warmth is ultimately a minority.
Brutal fighting is the main theme of the war between the two races. Steve used to think that the uneventful days were dull and boring, but now, he wishes he could go back to the peaceful days.
The more you have, the less you cherish it; the more you lose, the more you regret it.
"珰"
The dull bell rang, and all the villagers raised their heads in unison. No matter if they were guarding the city wall or those who were taking turns to rest in the houses, they all climbed up the city wall in unison.
The crowds on the city walls were made up of villagers, and the crowds below the city were made up of monsters.
Steve had been tired for countless blocks before he could barely see the end of the surging tide of monsters.
This fact silenced him.
"Do you think we are trying to stop a chariot with our bare hands?"
He jumped down from the high tower and landed steadily next to Cun Er with the help of the water. He looked at the countless monsters in front of him and was surprisingly calm.
"?"
Murakuji turned to the person in confusion, waiting for an explanation.
Steve was stunned for a moment, then burst into uncontrollable laughter. How could he have forgotten? This world had neither loading mantises nor such an allusion. He laughed for a long time, until his voice began to hoarse. Perhaps he had finally laughed enough, and stopped, looking at the approaching, dense sea of monsters.
"A mantis is a very tiny creature, and a car is a very large thing."
Steve almost yelled this sentence, he yelled loudly and intermittently at the top of his lungs.
Muraku Er didn't ask any further questions. He was a smart man and he naturally knew what the other party wanted to express. It was nothing more than that this fortress was just a small stone blocking the other party's way forward, and they were about to be swept away by the torrent of monsters.
"I don't think I'm a mantis, and they don't deserve to be called huge. If they want to capture this city, they must first consider how many sacrifices they can make."
Steve looked at those who were fighting side by side, then looked back at Murakuji, and without hesitation, he walked over and patted the man on the shoulder.
Said half jokingly.
"Those monsters aren't afraid of sacrifice. They never care about the gender of their own kind."
Cun Er looked back at the people, took two steps forward, stood on the edge of the city wall, and faced the heavy rain without retreating at all.
He said seriously.
"We have never feared sacrifice. We are far more united than they are. We are villagers, we are a collective, and we never retreat, soldiers."
Steve also nodded. He was not a villager, but he was also a member of the collective and a soldier who never retreated.
[The enthusiast builder uses the weekly emergency perk: Oh, yes, it's me again, this idiot looking for help. This time, it might be even bigger than last time. At least I didn't see so many people last time, but the technology level isn't as high. You know, medieval times, fighting each other, but it's still a war. (Win this war)
Mission reward, 15000
Do you want to accept it?】
The requirements for completing the task are simple, so simple that it's daunting.
[Traveler] Have you seen my sister? : Why do I feel like ever since I joined the chat group? I'm either on my way to a battle or in the middle of one.
[Judge] A Skeleton with One Bone: That's true. It makes it difficult for a lazy skeleton like me to run back and forth.
[Balanced Scientist] Great Scientist: I am a little worried. With such a simple request, I don’t know how many people will die. Besides, do you think we can win?
[Chess Player] The doctor nailed in the coffin: If we can win, we will definitely win.
[Iron Man] Ordinary rich man: We have never lost a battle, and we will definitely win this war.
[God of the Void] Ghost: Busy, will be later.
It is arresting Snoke. After getting rid of the plague, they relied on sucking souls to survive. Almost no one thought that there were other survivors of that race. If the bloody facts were not placed in front of the insects, they might still make weak excuses for a while. But once the bloody facts were laid out, even those ministers who were only superficial would not dare to fool around on this matter. Due to Snoke's extremely special nature, so far, only the little knight can track and locate him.
Even so, it is easy to lose the other party in crowded places, which may require a long chase for some time.
175 Everyone's Movements (Two in One)
The ghost is an impatient bug.
They define it this way.
It seemed that everyone agreed on one thing: even if they thought ghosts were cute or well-behaved enough, they still thought they were irritable and impatient guys.
Apart from Green, he knew very well what kind of bug his father was. He pursued battles that could not afford to make mistakes, tirelessly searched every corner of Hallownest, patiently listened to the words of all bugs, and never refused any bug's request. For such a bug, it was natural that there was no such thing as irritability. The term "irritability" was simply because his father always pursued the highest efficiency in everything, including traveling, and coupled with his father's overly young appearance, those who didn't know him well enough would chat about these gossips and draw wrong conclusions.
But he didn't intend to defend himself. After all, his father wouldn't care about the outside world's opinions. Besides, he was happy to have a true side of his father that only he knew.
He is not pure, and Green will not refute or expel all improper remarks. After all, the deeper the misunderstanding, the more precious the facts and truth that only he knows will be. The more those people look at his father with eyes that they cannot understand, the more he can encourage his father to rely on him, until he is the only one left in the end.
Green chuckled softly, and a faint black flame flowed through his sharp teeth, disintegrating into this world in an instant.
The little knight, who was concentrating on tracking Snooker's traces, heard the faint laughter and subconsciously turned his head.
But when it looked at Green for a moment, the only emotion on Green's face was a calm smile, so it didn't care, but just followed the traces of the soul, like an efficient and calm hunter, chasing the fleeing prey.
The coming of war attracted the attention of all creatures in the group.
Terra continent.
The thick smell of blood made people feel uncomfortable. The doctor reached out with an expressionless face and grabbed the head of the Sarkaz mercenary who was screaming madly as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Sakazbe, who was quite strong even among the mercenaries, was picked up by the doctor like a chick. The intense pain made him grab the arm that the doctor used to lift him up. He struggled frantically and stared at his legs, but it was all useless.
There was no mercy in the doctor's expression. He used a little strength and the opponent's head exploded like a watermelon. The man immediately fell down without even struggling. The red and white paste stuck to his gloves. The doctor shook his hands nonchalantly.
Anyway, he couldn't feel the sticky touch through the layer of clothes, and there was no time for pretentiousness on the battlefield.
SilverAsh looked over here. The performance of the ally he recognized on the battlefield was even more terrifying than he had imagined.
The remaining sword energy cleared out the only two Sarkaz left in front of him. He put away his sword, tapped the ground twice with his crutch, and walked towards the doctor with a hint of playfulness. He stretched out his hand to pat the man's shoulder, but before he could reach it, he was grabbed by someone.
"Um?--"
The doubtful voice had just sounded, and before he had time to struggle, he was thrown violently by the doctor and thrown into the abandoned ruins.
The doctor, noticing that something was wrong with the feel of his hand, looked in the direction of the object thrown towards him for the first time. After all, he never paid attention to the dead.
He watched and saw a familiar bird fly out from the ruins, silent and unsure of what to do.
Amiya stood behind him worriedly, whispering about the Doctor. He was stronger and more decisive than before. No matter whether it was a battle or a personal fight, the Doctor had never lost any one. And after the war, he could accurately mobilize every operator to do what they should do and soothe every uneasy emotion. He was so perfect that he never lost control. No matter how bad things were, the Doctor could always speak with a smile and always be patient to soothe.
The doctor has been listening to other people's ideas. She has never heard the doctor strongly demand anything. The doctor seems to care about everything except himself.
So Amiya always felt as if something was covered up. She always felt that everything the doctor did was simply to atone for his sins, completely separating the battlefield from reality, and using self-deception to refuse to face the passing of life.
Amiya really wanted to hug the Doctor, hug the Doctor on the battlefield, hug the man who turned herself into a ruthless war machine, and tell the Doctor that even if his hands were covered in blood, he still deserved a hug, even if he felt that he was full of sin, he still deserved the tenderness that should belong to him.
But in the end, Amiya didn't do that. It wasn't because she was afraid, but because she was afraid that her hug would make the other person unable to see clearly.
Amiya was so afraid of being misunderstood that she planned to tell the doctor after the war that he should not keep everything in his heart. She could be the best listener for him, no matter what he wanted to say or what he desired.
So that she could give the other person a hug.
The Doctor originally wanted to go see SilverAsh, but seeing that an urgent battle had already begun in the group, he finally just turned around and told Amiya.
"I'm sorry, my friends need me, and the war has been won. I believe you have enough skills to handle the rest. I won't be away for too long, two days at most, a day at least. Amiya, the rest is up to you. I've witnessed your growth, and you can do it."
In fact, there was another half sentence left unsaid, for example, he personally crowned the other party as king, the one and only king of Rhodes Island.
Amiya stared at the doctor who disappeared before her eyes, wanting to say something, but she thought that the other party probably couldn't hear her, so she decided to wait for the doctor to come back.
SilverAsh, lying in the ruins at the moment, couldn't utter a word. When he finally pulled his arms and legs off the wall with great effort, his expression became stern. He was about to have a good talk with his ally about the problem of accidental injury, but he heard the fact that the doctor had left temporarily, which made his serious expression collapse in an instant.
SilverAsh looked at Amiya's child who was less than half his height, sighed, and clenched his crutches in a threatening manner, intending to have a sincere talk with Kal'tsit.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
A person named Yaxin who was passing by took a look at the big brother who seemed to be furious, revealed a very disgusted expression, and walked away immediately without listening to the other party's explanation.
……
Silver Gray stood in the biting cold wind for a while, then followed with his crutches creaking in his grasp.
New York, USA.
The tranquil light refracts on the sea surface, and the rolling waves create dazzling waves one after another.
Tony Stark looked worriedly at his tens of thousands of pieces of armor and sighed rarely. He rarely sighed like this since those damn politicians were buried in the ground.
He thought that the word "poverty" would never appear in his life, but when certain needs arose, the chat group was not unable to transmit armor, but the price was the same as that of a person.
Tony Stark gritted his teeth and decided to quietly raise the price of the two figures that were about to be released, namely the Knight's Glory and the Captain America Special Edition. Then he took out two reactors with an expressionless face and replaced them with energy.
He has scrapped nearly a hundred reactors. Pepper's reaction has gradually changed from complaining in the beginning to scolding with disappointment, and then to a look of contempt where she didn't even have the energy to scold him. Tony Stark will not blame her for this. After all, there have been a lot of rumors that Tony Stark is going to abandon the company and run away.
However, the many reporters employed by Tony Tucker are not there to do nothing. Whoever occupies the commanding heights of public opinion can exercise the so-called freedom of speech. Perhaps in two days, everything will be back to normal. At most, some unlucky authors will lose their jobs. At most, there will be a few.
But now he could no longer watch that farce. This war needed him, just like when he was caught in the war, Steve came to help him without hesitation.
As for the task of clearing out those termites, he directly handed it over to Nick Fury. It was just a little regrettable that he probably wouldn't be able to see the other party's face turn as black as coal after the complete liquidation, although it made no difference now.
Although he didn't quite understand what exactly happened, he had a bad feeling just by looking at the description of Zhou's mission.
[Mission 3: Rescue the remaining SHIELD agent in the Hydra Bureau.]
After reading the mission, Tony Stark fell into a long and strange silence, and then he decisively handed it to Nick Fury. Just kidding, he was not a politician, but just a capitalist who was a little bit good at making money and could influence some national affairs. Even though this special force was almost becoming his direct armed department because of the salary and funding, he didn't want to get involved in these troublesome matters.
It's not that he is simply lazy, but he knows very well that he is not suitable for doing these things. It would be better to let the doctor do it, but it would be better to let Tony Stark do it himself and earn more money.
Do what you are capable of and don't interfere with things you don't understand. This is the most basic principle that should be followed.
After everything was ready, he clicked on the transmission without hesitation.
Teyvat continent.
The fine rain washed over them as Tartaglia, holding a thick stack of Mora bills, could not help but complain to Sora. Perhaps it was the two unfortunate experiences they had shared that quickly warmed up their friendship.
Later, Tartaglia patted his chest and made a guarantee, and posted Sora's sister's portrait all over the major cities, which quickly won Sora's unprecedented favor. No matter how Paimon persuaded him, he felt that he had made friends with Tartaglia, and the Fatui could not stop him. He said so.
"problem occurs?"
Tartaglia already knew that the small and brave warrior was not from this world.
"Yes, the war has broken out again. I don't know how many more people will die."
Sora sighed, and as he finished speaking, Tartaglia froze for a moment. He was not some invisible executioner. Even if he was a member of the Fatui, he was just running around for different positions. He rarely killed people, let alone massacred people.
"I hope this peaceful balance won't be disrupted, but how can a small toy salesman like me stop the decisions of those bigwigs?"
Tartaglia said this half-jokingly without changing his expression. He seemed to have thought of something and added two more sentences.
"Oh, and remember to ask that cute, adorable, and incredibly skilled warrior what he did with my soul."
Although Tartaglia always held the mentality that I don't bother to ask about what has been given away, the continuous nightmares in the past few days and the slight pain all over the body after waking up made it impossible for him to curb his curiosity. He was afraid that if this continued, he would not be able to hide the heavy dark circles under his eyes.
"I will."
As the last word ended, Kong completely disappeared into the air, and he was ready to face the war.
The land of giants.
The originally quiet base was now filled with lively laughter and joy. Those who were innocently involved snuggled up to each other and lived on this continent full of unknowns and fears. There was a girl who always liked to start fires, and a man who looked big but was extremely timid.
The sweet berries had a refreshing taste that washed away the greasiness of the frog leg sandwiches. Wilson was teaching people how to identify directions, how to identify terrain, and the unique landscapes and items of each terrain. He was distracted while thinking that maybe after he came back after the war, he would consider his next trip to the underground cave. He had been there once before, and it was too dark down there. The wriggling unknown creatures made him reluctant to face them, but the scattered stone carvings proved that there had been civilization here. Maybe, maybe he could find a way home.
Although the outline of a home has already been established here, and although there are reliable companions here, everyone wants to go home, no one doesn't.
When did the cowardly Wilson who only knew how to say discouraging words grow into a reliable companion in front of others? Perhaps it was time. Wilson greeted everyone and then disappeared silently into the air.
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