Marvel Nephalem

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Ragged old linen clothes, one arm, scars all over his body, and that awe-inspiring strong body.

Clark stood as conspicuous as he could on the wooden sentry tower, so that Anne, who was holding a basket and dressed as an ancient Western village girl, could be seen at a glance.

Annie's shout made Clark on the sentry tower startled. He immediately turned back to where the sound came from, stared at Tony behind Annie and said angrily: "Tony, I told you not to take her out and wander around."

"yes"

Hearing this, Tony picked his ears and winked at Annie, and then shouted to Clark: "We're afraid you'll starve to death."

Annie didn't have any psychological burden. She put the basket on her arm and climbed up the rattan ladder hanging outside the guard post.

"Slow down, slow down"

Watching Annie climb up, Clark broke into a cold sweat and hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold Annie's armpits to lift her up, but realized that he only had one hand left.

Annie, who was pulled up by Clark, looked at her father's empty left shoulder and the shocking scars on his neck and cheek, feeling a little distressed and a little self-blame. If it weren't for protecting himself, Clark wouldn't be like this.

A week ago, Clark was bleeding profusely, and the heroic scene of fighting with a broken arm was still before his eyes. If it hadn't been for the magical white light that quickly scabbed the wound and stopped the bleeding, he might have lost his father.

But now that the matter was over, she could only tell herself: 'At least the person is still there', then face Clark with a smile, and try her best to do something for him.

At this time, Tony also climbed up the sentry tower. Looking at Clark, he reached out for Annie and said, "Don't give me a hand."

Clark looked at the scars on Tony's handsome face and felt a little uncomfortable, so he reached out and pulled him up.

"Only some potatoes were sent to the camp, but luckily there were cooking utensils in the tent, and I could barely make a serving of mashed potatoes..." "Uncle Frank had a high fever again last night. We all thought he would not be able to hold on, but Joey found a priest in the camp. As soon as I heard about the priest, I thought he was asking Frank to make a deathbed confession and leave a will..."

"It's amazing. The old priest used the holy light of their faith to heal the wound a little, and also used a smelly black potion to cure Frank's fever. But the old priest's holy light is definitely not as powerful as that knight. ,after all...."

"The old priest told me that they believed in the Holy Light, and I wanted to learn it, but he said that I didn't have the potential. After thinking about it, I realized that maybe it was because I didn't have faith..."

Annie kept talking about today's anecdotes. It was obvious that a completely new world made her feel very fresh. Watching Clark wolfing down the mashed potatoes, Annie swallowed her saliva and changed the subject: "Actually, I heard Tony was screaming strangely outside the tent last night, and he was moaning and groaning so disgustingly."

"What no, I didn't"

Annie's words made Tony sit up suddenly like a cat being stepped on. Looking at the smiling eyes of the two people, he said angrily: "This damn place doesn't even have paper, and they have to use leaves and stones."

Clark smiled and shook his head when he heard this, but did not answer. His mood was very low. This was due to the pressure brought by this strange world. He could not control himself now and not think about countermeasures, but after thinking about it, there was only one thing in his mind. It's a mess, with no clue.

This has resulted in him saying very little recently, and everyone knows that he is blaming himself, but they also know that this is the best situation, and it is better than dying on the Clinton Tower.

Again, after all, that’s the end of the matter.

Instead of blaming others, it is better to work hard to adapt to this new environment and survive first.

Seeing that Clark still didn't want to speak, Annie didn't know what to say. Tony also asked at the right time: "How long will I have to stand guard?"

Clark, whose thoughts were still in an endless loop, was stunned for a moment, and then said: "One day and one night, this is the rule. It is getting late, so it is still not safe to return to the camp at night."

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Clark looked at Annie, who was followed by Tony and looked back every three steps, and said to himself in his mind: "Think of a way, Clark, should we let them starve to death?"

Clark saw the hunger of the two Tonys. This camp was originally a female tribe that called itself 'Rogg', which means wandering people. It was very exclusive. It was obvious at a glance that this world was like the Middle Ages where there was a lack of food and clothing. Being able to take in refugees and give them a little life-saving food is already a great act of kindness.

At first, when he first arrived at the camp, Tony showed off his power on the battlefield with the help of his armor, which attracted the attention of the camp and gave him fairly good treatment. However, when he learned that Tony's energy was almost exhausted and there was no way to replenish it for the time being. , they only sent four potatoes every day.

After all, when the signs of doomsday are beginning to appear, and a combination like them is either old, weak, sick or disabled, Tony is just an ordinary person without the armor, and even less than that from a certain perspective.

After all, he is into technology, and he is really not good at cold weapons. At most, he can only play Wing Chun and practice some fighting skills. From the perspective of the camp, he is just a drag.

Therefore, he must prove his worth. When his value is higher than five normal and healthy ordinary people, these exclusive 'Roggs' will be able to reluctantly accept them. The higher the value to the camp, the more generous he will be able to get. resource allocation.

Yesterday, Clark, who felt that his body had recovered slightly, wanted to go to the camp to do some errands, but he was directly told to stay in the camp by several female 'Roggs' holding bows and arrows. The camp did not need a disabled old man like him to fight in the battlefield. .

This sentence almost made Clark's lungs explode. Although what he said was true, he was not an ordinary old man. However, thinking of the rain of magic arrows shot by the female Rogges when they entered the camp, Clark decided to wait one more day.

If it doesn't work, just go out of the camp to find food. Although it may be more dangerous to act alone, and you don't know anything about everything here, at least you are making a practical effort for the survival of Annie and others.

There is no way, the reality is like this. It is difficult for people to get along with each other. Everyone has their own ideas and concerns. It is not biased to be conservative in front of the enemy. It is just that Clark and others are not the beneficiaries, which makes it difficult. .

But fortunately, someone sent an errand today. He was sent as a sentry for one day and given two more potatoes in two days. Clark, whose wound had not yet healed, had to be more conservative. If he died, it would be all over at that moment.

As the sun set, a bonfire was lit outside the wooden wall for lighting and for the sentry to observe the movement.

The wind howled in the sentry tower, and the early spring wind was still slightly cool, so the mosquitoes couldn't wait to harass people, especially since there were many battles outside the wooden wall today. Even if the corpses were burned, the smell of blood would attract these things.

Fortunately, Clark had rough skin and thick flesh, so the mosquitoes had eight mouths that took turns biting him. Even though they were exhausted, they could not break through the oily skin.

"Kent are you up there?"

Joey's voice sounded under the watchtower, which made Clark look under the watchtower in surprise.

I saw Joey panting and climbing up the rattan ladder. Because the rattan ladder was not very strong and he was heavy, I had to wait until Joey was almost up before pulling him up.

"Huh, I'm so exhausted, this is a hell of a place."

As soon as Joey reached the sentry tower, he sat down next to the wooden fence with a thud. His fat body shook the leather shield hanging outside the wooden fence, which was used to resist heavy arrows.

Clark glanced at Joey Bod, who was panting like a dog and still wiping his reading glasses. This billionaire who once dominated the New York real estate industry was dressed like a wooden flower in a vest. Clark looked outside the wooden wall. There was movement and asked: "Can't sleep"

"Snapped"

Joey patted his arm and said with a plump face: "Of course, with so many insects, I will probably die in a few days."

Clark laughed when he heard this: "Then I have to prepare a big jar for you."

Joey didn't understand and asked: "Why do I need a jar?"

"You are so big that the jar is too small to hold the ashes."