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With the help of SHIELD agents, all the Hydra that came to die were finally eliminated.When Steve rushed back to the building covered in gunpowder, the first thing he saw was Clint Barton sitting in the ruins, wretchedly wrapped in bandages, holding a bow that was almost as long as him in his arms , the expression looks like a little milk cat abandoned in the rain.

However, in reality, it is the ones who are left that are left to themselves.

Watching Hawkeye holding up the communication headset and tracker that were almost crushed in his hands with a blank expression, he took the shield off his hand and put it back on his back.If he didn't, Steve was pretty sure he'd throw it out and smash something, whether it was the few remaining monsters around, or the ruins that were already abstract enough, or even, in fact, very innocent to some extent. Clint.

"But I really can't help it, Captain."

With a sad face, it seemed that he was very afraid that the other party would rush over and strangle him to death.Hawkeye shrank back, and accidentally touched the wound on his chest, causing his entire face to be distorted in pain: "I'm a wounded patient, I can't beat that guy...you don't know why he jumped off the building." See, I'll be cut in half by him."

"Then you haven't considered that you will be cut in half by the shield?"

It landed beside the two of them with a mottled body of peeling paint.The president's father, who finally got rid of the shadow dragon, heard Clint say this before stepping on the ground, lifted his visor and cast a sympathetic eye:

"For the safety of your life, Barton, I thought you should speak more practically now."

for example?Hawkeye turned to stare at him.

For example, explain why the old man left without knowing why, while you are still holding on to his bow and not letting go.Tony stared back, not to be outdone.

"...I swear this has nothing to do with me, it was given to me on his own initiative."

Finally, he realized that he looked a bit like a murderous bastard.Clint was stunned by Captain America's gaze, and almost jumped up from the ground, but was pushed back by the logistics agent who checked his injuries:

"Garrod didn't say where he was going or what he was going to do, and he would beat me up if I asked any more questions."

However, even if the elf didn't say anything, Clint felt that his thoughts were really easy to guess, and that's why he didn't dare to say it in front of the captain.

However, fortunately, the other party soon understood.

"He's going to find 'Sin' alone."

His expression was uglier than those half-orc corpses on the ground.Steve lowered his face, pinched his knuckles 'crunch', and was almost trembling with anger: "He won't let us be with him."

It's not so much not to let it go, it's better to say it doesn't dare.

Looking at the transmitter that was completely destroyed by the elves, all possible tracking and positioning were completely cut off technically.Captain America gritted his teeth, and suddenly remembered the tiredness and dark circles under his eyes that he often saw on Jarod's face these days. He couldn't believe that he didn't realize that the other party had been plagued by nightmares until now.And that may be what prompted him to leave here, determined to face the roulette wheel of fate alone.

I should have taken him to S.H.I.E.L.D....or got him tied up with some fucking rope.

Steve thought so annoyed, it felt like every hair was going to stand on end.And he probably didn't hold back the words, at least, both Hawkeye and Iron Man looked at him strangely, especially the latter.

"Tell me you recorded, Jarvis?"

The voice raised by at least two octaves. Tony couldn't believe it, staring at the big man who was burning red in front of him and might explode in a second, feeling that his eye sockets could no longer be filled with the eyeballs that were desperately trying to squeeze out: "I was killed by those monsters. Broken brain? I seem to hear the American fucking dean Captain swearing? Can I say 'language, Cap' to him now?"

"I suggest you not, sir."

Jarvis replied politely.As the target of the president's father's attack, Steve also turned his head and issued a warning in his most serious tone: "language, Tony."

"..."

Clint didn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

"Okay, I've decided to break off friendship with you for two hours, Rogers." Rolling his eyes at his half-destroyed building, Tony closed his mask, stepped forward and raised the humming Hawkeye: "Garrod knows that you are actually Is it a jerk?"

"He'll know."

Captain America's tone didn't sound very friendly: "As long as you tell me where he is now."

"Why do I know where he is now?" Iron Man expressed shock: "He destroyed the communicator and the transmitter together. How can I track his whereabouts?"

"Tony."

"For God's sake I really have everything..."

"Stark."

"...I don't know, okay."

There was a dark menace in Steve's voice.In order not to let the next thing hit his face become a shield, the president's father decided to accept it as soon as it was good.

"It's not difficult to find the old man, but you have to wait."

Stepping on the blue flame tail and rising into the air, Tony shrugged.Let Jarvis open the tracking panel.In the light blue data stream, a bright red dot was moving at a considerable speed, getting farther and farther away from where they were, but it was always online without any signal interference.

He rolled his eyes at Steve through his armor.

"Otherwise, if you ruin Garrod's affairs, even you will be beaten to death by him."

……

Since he was dug out from the ground by S.H.I.E.L.D., this was the first time he disappeared under ubiquitous surveillance entirely by his own will.

Although Coulson had promised to revoke his surveillance, Garald knew very well that as a non-human being, S.H.I.E.L.D. would never have no backup measures for him.For example, the transmitter under the shoulder strap has been there since the Black Widow gave him the combat uniform as a gift. He pretended that he didn't notice it, but it didn't mean he really knew nothing about it. .Or, to put it another way, he wasn't involved in this kind of thing before, and he isn't now.

Jarod felt he was making the right decision.Even if this decision seems a bit jerk, it is fine for most people.After all, the Avengers seem to be really strong, and they are strong enough to deal with the terrifying dark creatures in his memory, but they are flesh and blood after all, and it is already a bit stretched to protect the human world, so there is no need to involve them in his In war, it's not worth it.

Pull on the hood of the romper and hide your face, along with your signature pointy ears, in the shade of the fabric.Garald finally took a look at the missing corner of the Avengers Building behind him, turned around without hesitation, and blended into the crowd running around in front of him.

He didn't believe that his nightmares of the past few days were an accident, and it probably was.But even if he understood so clearly, Garrod still couldn't avoid the trap that 'Sin' set for him.The "enemy" who has crossed the long river of time like himself has never understood where the elves are weak. That dream is not so much a warning from him, but a kind of irony that he is too deep in the human world , tied himself up in so many emotions that could be fatal to an elf, willing to be weak.

Even if he lives here, he doesn't belong to this era. In fact, he and his enemies are and can only be shadows from the past.

This was what 'Sin' wanted him to understand, and Jarod had always known it.

And now, he was about to embark on the path that fate had decided for him.

Randomly hopped on a long-distance bus that he didn't know where he was going. Mr. Elf touched the two short knives that accompanied him under his clothes. He seemed to be out of place among the passengers, but Garald didn't care much about those probing eyes cast on him.In fact, when one is determined to face one's worst adversary, and is not sure whether one will be able to make one's way home, the thoughts of others are like white mist on the windows, which can be wiped away by a brush. Go to a large piece, light and fluffy, and it will turn into water vapor on your fingertips in a blink of an eye.

Leaning his head against the cold glass, the scenery on both sides of the road outside the window flashed away from his field of vision, and Garald closed his eyes, enjoying the tranquility before the storm.His falling asleep this time will not be accompanied by nightmares, which is enough for the elves to recover most of their energy.And before that, 'Xin' would never disturb him by himself or send his subordinates, he was very sure, because they were also waiting.

Then, all the way to peace.

When the setting sun was gradually dyeing the horizon red, Garald chose to get off at a stop that he heard pleasing to his ears.There were not many passengers leaving the bus with him, and the elf felt that most of them might be because this place was more deserted than most places.He stood by the side of the road and waited, and then jumped onto the roof of a passing truck in an unbelievably light way, without disturbing anyone at all, and let it take him on an unknown journey again .Although he actually didn't know where he should look for 'Sin', he knew very well that when he decided to stop somewhere, 'Sin' would appear in front of him.

This is a tacit understanding from the same race.Although one of them was not technically an elf, and regarded it as some kind of pity for the prey, Jarod didn't mind this.All he wanted was to get that bastard out quickly, to settle accounts with him, for Tony, for Hawkeye, for Steve, and of course for himself.

Therefore, when Garrod left his hitchhiker and walked several kilometers to an abandoned factory, his expression was calmer than ever before.

At that time, the sun had completely disappeared from the horizon, and night gradually covered the entire sky.Different from the brightly lit city, in this inaccessible suburb, the stars in the sky shone brighter than anywhere else, somewhat reminding him of the brilliance he had seen in Rivendell.In fact, they are probably the things he should be most familiar with. After all, mountains and rivers will change, and oceans will dry up, but only the stars will last forever. Thousands of years are just a blink of an eye, so they are not worth mentioning.

In the darkness, there seemed to be countless rustling voices sounding from all directions, carrying the filth that elves detest most, clearly indicating his current situation.

But Jarod just shrugged.

"Aren't you coming out yet?"

The dark environment will not block the eyes of the elves.He scanned the surroundings, and his eyes quickly fell on a certain point in the void. He didn't know whether it was helplessness or sarcasm: "I thought it was me who was afraid?"

"Ah."

As if smiling slightly, the man walked out from the corner, and together with the monsters that emerged from behind him, he stood in front of the elf.

"You're calmer than I thought."

Lifting his head slightly, revealing his scarred jaw, 'Xin' raised his mouth: "So, is it brave or ignorant?"

"Maybe both."

Shrugging, Garrod replied.After carefully sizing up the other party, he set his eyes on the back of 'Xin', another black cloak who followed him out: "Then, why don't you introduce me to this one?"

The elves seldom see 'Sin' in company with anyone else, not counting the orcs.And this person gave him a subtle feeling, which was an unexpected gain. Therefore, compared to those dark creatures that he was tired of seeing thousands of years ago, he was still more curious about strange things.

"But I thought you should know him well."

And it seemed to hear something funny.Seeing Garald's eyes behind him, Xin laughed again, not hiding the mockery in his tone: "In the past dozen of the same dreams."

The voice did not fall, as if to verify his words.The figure who was also hidden in the black cloak moved, and stretched out a dry hand like a branch from the sleeve.At the same time, Garald also felt something rushing toward his face, and before he could react, the surrounding scenery faded like a tide, gradually turning into another familiar and dilapidated scene.The messy ruins of the Avengers Building and the corpses buried in it reappeared in front of my eyes, and even the wind carried a pungent rust smell, as if it were real.

"Welcome to hell."

The voice of 'Sin', the face of Steve Rogers, the words that have been etched into the mind, the end of death repeated over and over again.

"Well……"

It was as if his brain had been pierced by thousands of steel needles, and the pain made his vision blur.Garrod frowned, and couldn't help but knelt on the ground with his head in his arms.And the moment his knee hit the concrete floor, the dream surrounding him faded away, and the top of his head became the night sky full of stars again, too bright to look directly at.

"It's you."

Enduring the unbearable pain and raising his head, the elf slightly widened his eyes: "You are controlling that nightmare."

"Interesting ability, isn't it?"

The hood was removed, revealing a face that had been burned by the flames. 'Sin' shrugged his shoulders and looked at Jarod calmly, but in fact, there was an earth-shaking black torrent hidden.

"So, can you understand what you will face?" He said so pitifully, his tone almost sighing: "Degeneration is not something that any elf can achieve."

"Then you have so much confidence in me that you think I won't be played to death halfway?" Garald cast a provocative look at him: "Not all elves are as talented as you."

"Of course you can, because I will help you."

'Xin' raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his eyes seemed to be looking at a naughty child, but the words he spit out were extremely cruel:

"What does it feel like to want to die but can't die? You have enough opportunities to experience it slowly."

As he spoke, he gestured behind him.The ripples distorted by the magic power resurfaced in the air, shattering reality piece by piece, and recombining them into an inescapable dark cage.

People may be able to withstand physical torture, but they will never be able to do anything about mental torture.

When and who told him this sentence, Jarod had actually forgotten, but he knew that it was also applicable to elves.And when the familiar ferry of Swan Harbor began to appear in front of his eyes, he already understood what method 'Xin' planned to use to torture him—that person was not just as simple as wanting himself to fall as an elf, he wanted him to be forever Living in unstoppable pain, stripping him of everything that belongs to the elf, life is worse than death, but he can never be freed.

Cruel enough, but also vicious enough.

Looking at the blood-stained sea in front of him, Jarod thought so expressionlessly.And in this illusion that could be faked, he still couldn't control his body, he could only hold a sharp blade, and walked step by step on the battlefield where the Noldor and the Teleri were fighting, to the place that had been set long ago.

Soon, he saw a familiar figure ahead.Glorfindel holding a longbow, and his too young self beside him.

Garrod knew exactly what was about to happen.

Coming behind him silently, he raised the knife uncontrollably and slashed heavily at the back of the black-haired elf, but was dodged at the last moment.At the same time, driven by instinct, a sharp blade stabbed hard into Lord Jinhua's chest with a shocking cry.

One hit kills.

The field of vision was overturned, and soon changed from the side of the battlefield to the sky above.Before being submerged in the sea, Jarod recalled the last time he saw his face with horror and disbelief, and there were indescribable pains in his limbs and bones, which he couldn't get rid of.

It turned out that this was how it felt to be killed by him.

He probably shouldn't have avoided it.

Who said dying there, before it all started wasn't a good ending?

The cold sea water gradually overflowed the top of the head.With the rippling of the water waves, the blurred light and shadow in the field of vision also returned to a river of stars falling like diamonds into the night sky.When all senses were revived and he was able to control his body again, Jarod found himself lying on his back on the ground, the cold feeling of being pierced by the blade still remained in his chest, and the pain made him want to curl up into a ball.

"Did you like my treat for you?"

Walking forward slowly, the expression is like looking at a dog that is about to drown. 'Xin' raised the corners of his mouth, looked down, and did not hide the coldness in his eyes: "Don't worry, you have enough time to enjoy it slowly."

"Cough...I have to say it's really special."

All the bones in his body seemed to be crushed.Jialuode waited for a long time before he barely drove out the shadow in front of him, and stood up straight from the ground with difficulty:

"But you also have to know that the reason why I am here is to kill you, not to play such a heavy trick with you."

Oh?

The man raised his eyebrows.

"But I don't think there's anything else you can do now."

The tone is not contempt, but a statement of an established fact. 'Sin' squatted down, stretched out his hand to grab the elf's hair, let his eyes turn around, and then focused on himself, the corners of his mouth were carelessly selected:

"Let's not talk about me, there are a total of forty mutants here, which is not comparable to what you did in New York before. Even if you can kill them, he will prevent you from crawling out here."

Tilting his head towards the back, 'Xin' slowly tightened his hands: "So, tell me Garrod, how else can you kill me?"

"you're right."

It hurts to be pulled by the other party.The elf was forced to raise his head, looked directly into the gloomy eyes of the other party, and sighed silently: "I can't kill you."

'Xin' raised her eyebrows even higher.And Garrod raised the corner of his mouth, with a smile on his face:

"But, who said I'm the only one who wants to kill you?"

"boom--!!"

As soon as the words fell, the light beam from the palm cannon fell from the sky, and shot at Xin's body, forcing him to let go.Immediately afterwards, a red, blue and white shield flew from nowhere, and hit his raised arm straight, knocking him back several meters, and at the same time retreating quickly, dodging the attack on his feet. The lightning that exploded beside him was still unavoidably affected by the current, and his body was paralyzed for a while.

"This is……"

It was difficult to hide the surprise on his face. 'Sin' raised his head and stared at the smiling Jarod and the Avengers descending from the sky behind him.

"You smashed their building, why do you think they won't come to settle accounts with you?"

Standing up with Captain America's shoulders on his shoulders, the elf raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes were as bright as stars:

"I gave you a surprise, do you like it?"