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"Honestly, I think I might be the first Avenger to die from exhaustion."

Jump off the vantage point and take another arrow from an S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.Clint looked at the monsters swarming in all directions, wiped his face, and couldn't help complaining in the public channel:

"Even if you don't know what these damn things are, there must be an explanation for where they come from, right? Shouldn't we go directly to their lair?"

"Tony is looking, and there will be results in about 10 minutes."

A shield slapped the goblin who was pounced on him against the wall.Steve glanced at the corpses of monsters strewn about all around, and reached out to press the headset: "Come to the B4 area, Clint. Sol is not here now, we need your sniper support."

"receive."

Nodding, with the help of Iron Man, he successfully reached the commanding heights on the roof.Hawkeye drew his bow and wiped out the surrounding goblins with one arrow, giving his teammates a wider range of movement.Occasionally a monster crawled up the wall to his position, trying to sneak up on him from behind, but this was no threat.After all, although there are many goblins, most of them have low combat effectiveness.At least, compared to the Kirita who once invaded New York, Clint felt that it was much easier to deal with this.

Therefore, when he heard the sudden heavy footsteps behind him, Hawkeye thought it was another sneak attack without any technical content, and didn't take it too seriously.However, when he turned around and was about to wring the attacker's neck off, he found that the shadow that shrouded him from behind seemed a bit outrageous.

There was a sudden thump in his heart, and Clint raised his head abruptly.

It was a humanoid monster that was taller than a goblin, and much more ferocious.

"Fuck, what the hell is this...better than the ones just now..."

Iron Man's annoyed cursing came from the intermittent current on the channel, which seemed to be mixed with the captain's order to change the battle plan, but Hawkeye couldn't hear anything at this time.This monster is too strong, close combat is definitely not a good idea, and he accidentally let it step into his safe range, when the sharp claws grabbed it, the agent almost instinctively raised his arm to block it Only in this way can he barely let his head bloom immediately in that powerful attack.

"Lol-"

The right arm on top of the head made an ominous crisp sound, and at the same time, a burst of severe pain also filled the top of the head along the blood.Hawkeye gritted his teeth, kicked it, and at the same time avoided another attack by the monster along the reaction force, squatting on the ground and panting for breath.

Warm blood flowed out from the wound, almost staining the ground beneath his feet.Clint tightly squeezed his right arm, which should have been fractured, and cursed secretly. Just as he was about to get up and continue to face his enemy, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he almost fell to the ground.

And the monster has already waved its sharp claws and rushed up again.

...Damn it.

Because of the momentary dizziness, he lost the opportunity, even if he quickly stabilized his figure, he still couldn't completely avoid it.With no other choice, Clint could only turn sideways slightly, avoiding the vital points, and prepared to take the blow forcefully, and sincerely hoped that this monster wasn't that powerful yet, and wouldn't directly smash half of his shoulder tear it off.

at this time.

A figure rushed out from nowhere like lightning, and directly landed on the monster's shoulder.Even with eagle-eyed eyesight, he could only see the afterimage of the man's attack. After dexterously avoiding the sharp claws grabbed by the monster, he thrust his hands down and locked its jaw directly. Severely twisted the monster's neck! !

Clint: ...

Mom.

Although he knew that he was probably too careless to get to this point, but his self-esteem was hit like never before.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Before the body fell to the ground, it rolled over and landed lightly on the ground.Gasping for breath, Garrod looked at Hawkeye who was stunned not far away, with a blush on his face from running so fast.

"you you you you……"

It's hard to say whether he was rescued by a pastry chef in a cake shop, or he took care of the monster so easily. Which of these two things stimulated Clint more.Hawkeye sat on the ground in the posture of falling, with a dazed expression on his face, which caused the elf to look at him worriedly several times, for fear that his head had just been accidentally smashed.

"Clint? Are you okay? Tony said he saw something happen to you."

At the same time, Captain America's worried inquiry sounded from the communicator that fell on the ground, apparently finding something wrong with his companion.Seeing that Hawkeye still had an unrelenting expression, and Steve's tone began to become anxious, Jarod hesitated, then picked up the communicator at his feet, and answered for him.

"Agent Barton is injured." His eyes fell on the hideous wound on Hawkeye's right arm. With the eyesight of an elf, he could easily see a thin layer of black mist covering the edge of the wound. Garrod couldn't help but frowned worriedly: " His arm needs healing, ordinary humans cannot withstand the dark power of a half-orc, and if this continues, he will become very weak."

"Clint hurt?"

Inevitably, he was stunned for half a second by this unfamiliar voice, but Steve quickly realized and accurately grasped the key words in Mr. Elf's words: "Also, you said that the one who attacked him was a half... Half what?"

"Half-orcs, I guess they should be." Looking at the dead bodies on the ground whose necks were just broken by himself, a trace of doubt flashed across Jarod's face: "But they don't seem to be the same as the ones I've seen before, and they definitely shouldn't be Appearing here, I don’t know what’s going on.”

He would never mistake the aura of the half-orc, which is the old enemy of all creatures in Middle-earth, a monster that symbolizes evil and depravity, and the unique sensitivity of elves is even less likely to make him make mistakes in this kind of place.However, compared to the half-orcs he had fought before, Garald had already noticed on the road that these fellows on the streets of New York were still a little different.They are stronger and more flexible, but they have no mind and no organization. They seem to be destroying all the living creatures they encounter just by instinct.Perhaps the number is indeed a bit tricky, but compared to the half-orc army that Garrod had seen in the past, tens of thousands of half-orcs ravaged Middle-earth, it was still much easier to solve.

Although, that doesn't mean there's nothing to worry about.

"Barton has stopped eating. We don't have archers to support us now. What should we do?"

Wearing his flamboyant red and gold battle armor, Tony Stark blasted the orcs and goblins hanging on the buildings on both sides into pieces one by one, while using red thermal imaging to gradually scan where they came from : "He doesn't help take care of those guys hiding in the corner, I always feel insecure in my back. You know, I'm the only one flying in the sky like a living target."

"Wait, you're the only one flying in the sky?" Interrupted before Steve, the neglected Falcon felt that he really couldn't bear it: "Do you think I'm dead?"

"You're just skating, little bird," Tony replied, "Of course, I didn't mean it to you, I mean the guy who designed that bird costume is a hot ass. And you never realize there's a more professional A genius can give you an upgrade."

"What? Did you tell me you could upgrade it?!"

"I thought it was an obvious fact."

"But if you don't tell me, how the hell would I know!!"

"But you don't ask me how the fuck I told you!!!"

"..."

Could they be any more childish?

It was the first time that someone could quarrel so freshly and refinedly on the battlefield. Jarod held up the communicator and squatted silently beside the injured who was cruelly ignored by his teammates. It was an eye-opener.

"I didn't stop, Stark."

Probably just hit the brain.After being disconnected for nearly 5 minutes, Hawkeye finally recovered from the blurred state of "who am I, where am I and what's wrong with me?", remembering to speak angrily to the communicator: "It's just a little injury, Bring me my bow, I can still shoot you so that you can't find the north!!"

"No."

Unexpectedly, before Tony opened his mouth to yell at him and the captain had no choice but to persuade him to fight, it was Garald who objected first, and pressed Clint's shoulder without any explanation, with a firm expression on his face:

"This is not a minor injury at all, Agent Barton. The dark breath of half-orcs is fatal to humans. Although your wound is not large, it has been eroded severely. Not only will your body become weak, but you will also have a short-term thinking Chaos, it is definitely not a wise choice to go into battle in this state."

"Who said that?!" Hawkeye felt from the bottom of his heart that he was underestimated: "I'm obviously very good now, I've never been so good, I can shoot through the heads of a hundred Starks without arrows!! "

"It's wrong to shoot arrows at your own companions, Clint." Captain America taught in a timely manner: "We must first concentrate on dealing with the enemy."

"But isn't he just invading New York?"

"What?"

"And a head so ugly that people can't eat?"

"..."

"He almost scratched my face just now!!"

"...Wait, are you talking about Tony?"

"Didn't I say that half-orc?!! Did I mention Stark's name??!"

"..."

The scene was once very embarrassing, and it was about to lose control.

"My God." After an indescribable silence, the president's father finally couldn't help rolling his eyes: "Please, can someone go and see if his brain is still there? I suspect it was really broken."

Apparently realizing that his current state was really not right, Hawkeye blinked blankly and sat on the ground without saying a word.

"Okay, Clint, you stay where you are and stand by." Feeling that the agent is really sick now, Steve sighed, and comforted him in the channel. It is heartbreaking to deal with this sudden 'infighting' Skillfully: "I'll go up right away, and I'll talk about it after I confirm your situation. Also, try to protect the civilians around you as much as possible. That gentleman seems to know a lot, so I have to ask about the specific situation."

"...Oh." Hawkeye nodded mechanically.

Want me to protect him.

But you know he just wrenched the neck of some orc with his bare hands, Captain?

Glancing at Garrod who was smiling gently towards him, and at the monsters around him who were crawling here again while taking advantage of the gap, Clint silently twitched the corners of his mouth, pulled out a tactical knife from his waist, and handed it to him. Passed over: "Can you protect yourself, civilian?"

Garrod nodded.

"Then protect me again by the way?"

"My pleasure."

Instead of picking up the knife that Clint handed over, Mr. Elf picked up the bow he dropped on the ground. Mr. Elf narrowed his eyes slightly, and while skillfully pulling the string and nocking the arrow, he gave him an eight bow under the doubtful gaze of his companion. A bright smile with teeth:

"Forgot to say, long time no see, Agent Patton."

Before the words fell, there was a sound of piercing through the air, and the sharp arrow whizzed away, piercing the throat of a half-orc 200 meters away.

Clint: "..."

Wait, this familiar pose, this familiar precision, plus this familiar face from the very beginning.

"you you you!!"

Finally knowing where the familiarity with Garrod came from, he widened his eyes and almost jumped up from the ground.

this!No!At once!yes!

That goddam elf who shot him off the hospital roof like a bird! !

The author has something to say: Garrod: With all due respect, you are a bird.

Hawkeye: With all due respect, birds have other meanings in the 21st century.Plus, you're the fucking bird.