The blood elves in the comic world

Dao Feng was sitting alone at a cold drink stall on the roadside, holding a cream ice cream in his hand. The sun shone on his body, making him feel a strange sense of comfort.He took a bite of the ice cream in his hand and looked around non-stop with his eyes under his sunglasses. "What on earth is that guy thinking that she wants to join forces with me? Well, I want to see what conspiracy she has."

"Sorry, I'm done. The sun is too strong, so I can only put on more sunscreen, you know." A woman wearing a beige slim-fitting windbreaker, white tights, and brown sunglasses opened the chair in front of the blade and said Come down.

Blade glanced at the woman. There was no trace of sunscreen on her face, and her clothes were not as tightly wrapped as he imagined.Blade thought to himself: "Can she completely ignore the sunshine? It seems that she has not been affected in any way."

"It seems like you are surprised," Venia said to the blade.

"Stop talking, what does the letter you left that night mean?" Dao Feng leaned forward and put his elbows on the table with a little pressure. He eagerly wanted to know what Venia was thinking.

"Relax, little one. I come here with sincerity. Under this damn sun, I am no different from ordinary human women." Weniya smiled, and she took the initiative to expose her weaknesses.However, she actually said a little less. Although she is not as powerful in the sun as she is at night, the runes on her body can still give her a certain fighting ability. At least, she is not without the ability to protect herself.

"I brought you a gift." Weniya took out an envelope from her bag. The envelope was bulging, but it was obviously not a stack of U.S. dollars.Weniya pushed the envelope in front of Dao Feng and motioned for Dao Feng to open it and take a look.Blade took out a small knife from his windbreaker, swiped it along the seal of the envelope, and opened the envelope easily.

Daofeng gently stirred the inside of the envelope with his knife. After confirming that there was nothing special, he took out the knife, took a look at his own knife, and then took out the contents of the envelope.A piece of paper was folded into a square shape. Looking at the thickness of the paper, there should be a lot written on it.

The blade pinched a corner of the letter, and with a shake of his hand, the folded letter was instantly restored.Dao Feng held the letter in both hands, and his eyes behind the sunglasses swayed from side to side. There were not many words on the letter, and there were some pictures. After reading it, Dao Feng took off his sunglasses, his reddish eyes full of scrutiny. "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Can't you see this?" Weniya pushed back a strand of long hair on her forehead. "Isn't this obvious?" She smiled slyly. "Of course I hope you can kill them." Weniya adjusted her sunglasses.

Blade is a good player in combat, as countless vampires turned to ashes can attest to, but he is not very clear about conspiracy.He remembered what Whistler said to him before: "The older the vampires are, the less trustworthy they are. The best way to treat them is to drive a wooden stake into their hearts, so that there will be no more nonsense." of any use."

Blade grinned. "Tell me your purpose. I'm not in the mood to play with your ideas. If you really want me to cooperate with you, just say so." Dao Feng touched the dart under his windbreaker. He had already prepared it. Best preparation.Weniya simply said: "It's very simple. New York City is my place, and I don't want them to come." Blade suppressed his emotions so that he would not flick his windbreaker, and all the darts on his body Throw.

"You're really brave."

"How can you dominate New York if you are not brave?" Weniya stood up and left directly, leaving Blade alone. Blade wanted to catch up and ask questions, but his body instinct told him not to act arbitrarily, so he I plan to ask Whistler and see what he says.

As soon as Dao Feng stood up, a taxi stopped in front of him.A man and a woman opened the car door. Judging from their actions, they seemed not to want to stay in the car for one more second.As soon as the woman got out of the car, she yelled at the driver, her voice was a bit sharp, and she looked very angry. The man who was traveling with him tried to persuade her, but was also yelled: "Shut up." The taxi took the opportunity to leave, and Blade Shaking his head, he thought to himself: "Women..."

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle bells. "This is General Ross." General Ross answered the phone with a cigar in his mouth, which made him unable to speak clearly.News that satisfied him came from the phone. He threw the cigar in his mouth into the ashtray, and with a heavy press, he threw away the long cigar.Picking up the pen to sign the document, he raised his hand and said, "Tell Francis he can warm up for round three."

"Yes, General."

As soon as the soldiers left, the phone on General Ross' desk rang again, and he answered it. "This is General Ross, please speak." A concise and calm female voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, General Ross, this is Maria Hill, Agent of SHIELD."

"Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., what do you want from me?" General Ross changed his answering posture and leaned on the back of his chair to make himself more comfortable.

"We got the news that you plan to arrest Bros Banner tonight" Maria Hill's voice was a little serious.

"Military secrets, I refuse to answer." General Ross said eloquently. He knew that there was nothing to talk about when dealing with these agents. He could evade it by saying military secrets. As for how the agents understood it, that was their business. , this is a technique commonly used by military generals.

"SHIELD wants you, General, to stop capturing Bruce Banner."

"What do you mean? Can SHIELD protect criminals?" General Ross wanted to suppress Hill with his momentum.

"We are not shielding Bruce Banner, but we hope you will not arrest him in New York within these three days."

"This is not just three days of covering up. After three days, he will be able to run to Russia."

"We have the authorization from the Supreme Security Council. I order you not to carry out arrests in New York within three days. The authorization document will be sent after the phone is hung up." Maria Hill hung up the phone.

General Ross hung up the phone angrily. Fortunately, the military items were strong enough, otherwise the phone would have been broken into pieces.As soon as the phone was hung up, the authorization document was sent over. General Ross picked it up, looked at it, said nothing, and picked up the phone again. "This is General Ross. Tonight's operation is cancelled. Tonight's operation is cancelled. You will be notified when the operation will take place. You will be notified separately when the operation will take place." General Ross hung up the phone, leaned back heavily, and spoke with his chair. He didn't care about the harsh sound. He opened the bottom drawer of the table, rummaged through it, took out a small flat iron flask, unscrewed the lid, took two sips, and then poured it out. It was put back.He picked up the cigar in the ashtray and lit it again. He raised his head and blew out a cloud of smoke, wrapping his whole body in smoke.

"Hey boy, you're coming." Whistler stopped what he was doing, and the empty room finally became temporarily quiet, without the annoying knocking sound.

Dao Feng took off his windbreaker, hung it up once, and took off his sunglasses. He took out the letter from Venia to him from his arms, "Let's take a look, old man, you know more about this than me." Hui. Siler heard this and took the letter handed to him by Blade.

"This guy has big plans. You have to be careful when cooperating with her." Whistler took a cursory look and warned Blade to be careful about Venia. "I know, I will definitely be careful about her." Dao Feng nodded. He seemed to remember something and asked Whistler. "Old man, do you know what kind of vampire is not affected by sunlight? When I saw her today, she felt exactly like this human woman. I couldn't feel the slightest bit of vampire feeling." Blade said seriously.

"Not afraid of the sun, not afraid of the sun, not afraid of the sun." Whistler recited the information that Blade told him while looking for something in the rows on his bookshelf.He pulled out a thick book from the bookshelf, put it on the table, and flipped through the pages.The blade came close, and a rotten smell entered his nose, and he frowned.

"This is passed down." Whistler noticed Blade's expression. "The black words on each page of yellowed paper were obtained with the blood of countless demon hunters." Whistler stopped. He seemed to have gained something from the movements in his hands. "Found it." He pointed to a piece of text and crossed it with his hand. "Did you see it? It's a vampire that has been at least 300 years old. According to you, there may be more."

Blade lay on the table and read the description word by word. He raised his head and looked at Whistler. He said seriously: "Old man, I want the most powerful equipment. When the time comes, you will also Be careful."

"Take care of yourself, kid. I'm an old man, but I can't chew it. I have an idea. How about combining bombs with holy water?"

"You give it a try. I want to go out again." Dao Feng closed his eyes and put on his windbreaker again. "Where's my motorcycle?"

"Over there, I've got it ready for you." Whistler pointed in the direction. "Boy, what are you doing?"

"I want to talk to Stark." Blade mounted the motorcycle and turned the throttle. The sound of the engine made Blade very satisfied.

Whistler raised his head and looked at the blade. "That Stark" Eddard, Roper or Bran....

"How many more Starks can there be in Winterfell? Okay...Tony Stark." Blade raised his feet and the motorcycle drove out of the base.

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