"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 what 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 hurt.
This little bit of power can probably shut him up for a while.
As for whether he will be targeted afterwards?
Now among the three ancestors, Kahn has the final say.
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 common wisdom 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 is sometimes ridiculously kind, but when fighting, 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 didn't exist, 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 battle of 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. Barbarians."
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."
Kolick concluded, albeit cryptically.
"Thank you for the courage? Why don't you thank the hammer! The Nephalem's body can contain all power, whether it is 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 for everything! I am like a decoration that only 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 yet? I would like to ask where should I register if I want to marry Jessica?"
Luke smiled, but Matthew couldn't see it.
But Matthew could feel that Luke was a lot happier.
"On the Holy Mountain of Harrogas, go to the sculptures of the three ancestors to pray?"
"No, you should tell me to bring mine and Jessica's identification, such as a driver's license or something, to register at the Civil Affairs Bureau. You almost forgot that you are still a lawyer."
Luke stuffed the interstellar helmet into his backpack and stood up.
"Where are you going?"
Matthew asked in a daze, obviously he hadn't woken up yet. The killer monkey tugged at 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 has better information. Otherwise, when will I be able to get married?"
Luke pouted, picked up the leather coat hanging on the wall and went out directly. He already knew the location of SHIELD. If he went directly to the door, he should be able to get information about Rumlow, but this was only for a less important purpose.
Although it would be more convenient to teleport directly, he didn't do it to reconnect with Rumlow, he just wanted to get information from SHIELD.
"How did I get back to New York, Luke!?"
Matthew finally realized the problem, asked a little hastily, and smoothly lifted the killer monkey off his head.
"Lea brought you here, I just stayed with you for a while to prevent you from being attacked by the ninjas who came out of the corner. By the way, are those Hand ninjas considered high-quality prey?"
Luke asked, turning his head.
Matthew pondered for a while and said, "Those are guys who can't even scratch your skin. Do you think they're of a good enough quality?"
"Anyway, idleness is idle. As long as those guys are not extinct, it is reasonable for me to do something good."
After Luke finished speaking, he left the cabin directly.
This is Matthew's safe house. His own safe house hasn't been repaired yet.
But he can live in Bulkesso's blacksmith shop. After all, he is an apprentice in the blacksmith shop, so living where he works can't be considered lazy, right?
Matthew faced the front blankly, and it took a long time before he remembered something important.
"No, you just said that Leah brought me here? So where is Leah now?"
Although the question has been asked, there is no answer from Luke.
And now Leah is looking at the streets of New York with curious eyes. Whether it is a bright and beautiful place or a dirty and smelly place, everything is new to Leah.
The cars, buildings, and hurried pedestrians are all quite interesting.
As for getting lost?
That's not important, the big deal is just a portal.
It is also the habit of the Nephalem to wander aimlessly, from one end to the other, just wandering around.
It sounds like a homeless person, but you can't just tell everyone that you rely on killing demons to get the money you need to survive, right?
Perhaps if the capitalists in this world knew that they could obtain gold coins by killing demons, they would probably form an armed force and rush directly into the Burning Hell.
The inexhaustible demon is the inexhaustible precious metals and various powerful gems!
New energy, resource depletion? Who would worry about these things when there are demons?
If the devil could be kept in captivity, it would be no problem for humans to declare the devil to be the savior.
Blood with high temperature, magic that can create ice, and even regeneration!
There is no better domestic animal than this!
In fact, human beings are always aloof, especially in the face of interests.
Leah walked and came to a small alley that looked a little "dangerous".
This place is an area prone to accidents, but whether it is an accident or a story depends on the protagonist who is caught up in it.
At least people like Leah won't become victims of ordinary accidents.
Leah watched as the manhole cover on the ground kept beating. After two beats, a strong male covered in scales crawled out.
It can be seen that his condition is not very good.
There seemed to be gunshot wounds and ax wounds on the body, and some dark injuries after being burned could also be seen.
Killer Crocodile, after a period of multiple transformations in the identity of prey and hunter, he finally killed the guy with a broken brain in the middle of the night.
Who knows where that thing came from and the courage to dive into the sewer to fight Killer Croc to the death.
Of course Killer Croc didn't know that this was because the blood flowing from Imprius happened to fall into Midnight's mouth.
The blood of courage is not something that a guy of Midnight's level can digest in a short time.
It is natural that the power of the voodoo warlock is not very competitive when faced with 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 included in the category of humans.
But she really had never seen such a person.
Out of curiosity and trust in her own power, Leah decided to say hello to the other party.
The first human friend is the beginning of a new life, maybe it’s not bad?
"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 and could pull out a crossbow or a hand ax at any time to kill the guy in front of her.
It's just the act 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 from back then flashed in her mind.
What little sex talk there was also disappeared.
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.
