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Traveling through the primeval jungle was easier than they imagined.

The entangled tree roots around the soles of the feet, the swamp covered by fallen leaves, and the low-hanging branches lying in front of them from time to time are all obstacles that they need to cross when they move forward.But for elves who are born to be the darlings of nature, these are actually as easy as breathing.As a superhero with serum, although he is not as smooth as Garrod, but with four times keen observation, Steve will obviously not fall too far behind his companions here.

It just looks a little weird.

Swinging the knife to cut off the branches in front of him, Jarod looked back and followed Captain America silently, and couldn't help but think so.

Of course, he didn't mean that there was anything wrong with Steve's behavior.After all, no matter how you look at him, he is the netizen he is very familiar with. He is honest, reliable and serious, and he will remind himself to pay attention when he can't help cursing 'Xin' and his damned subordinates because of the wet battle suit on his body. language.But Mr. Elf always feels that there is a vague sense of disobedience in him. If there is a metaphor, it is probably like throwing a frisbee to the big golden retriever at home, and the other party returned it like a tennis ball. Things seem reasonable and have enough reasons to explain, but there is always a little bit of confusion.

Like now.

"I've wanted to ask since just now, Captain."

Jumping over a raised tree root on the ground, Garrod pointed suspiciously at Steve's arm hanging on the shield: "Did you get hurt somewhere?"

"No." After being stunned by his question, Captain America raised his head, his eyes full of genuine puzzlement.

"Then why—" Mr. Elf hesitated for a moment, with an expression between 'I'm too sensitive to ask if I should' and 'No, I'll definitely suffocate if I don't ask': "Holding a shield doesn't seem very Does it look easy?"

This is not an exaggeration. In fact, Garrod racked his brains to think of a less sharp-sounding statement.Steve seldom raised his weapon since he walked into this jungle. Sometimes there was a branch in front of him, and he often would rather bend down to avoid it than cut off the branch with his shield like Garrod.Although this doesn't explain anything, what if Captain America just had a whim today and felt that protecting flowers and plants might be more in line with his American spirit than destroying the original ecology?But Mr. Elf just felt a kind of indescribable awkwardness, and looked at his netizens with rare hesitation.

"Are you..." He paused.

Steve straightened his back calmly, but his face still had a confused and serious innocent expression.

And Garald has tentatively come to a conclusion: "I haven't eaten enough for breakfast, do I need to save some energy?"

"..."

Even now that Steve is harboring ulterior motives, he feels that the elf's conclusions are a bit too far, but it's a relief in a way.After pondering for a while, Steve sighed silently, took off the shield from his arm, and looked up at his companion who had been observing him.

"maybe."

Shrugging, he turned around abruptly and threw the star shield into the lush bushes next to him.Immediately, both of them heard a muffled sound of hitting something.

"Maybe I just didn't wait until I needed to use it?"

Catching the shield that flew back, Steve said with a smile.

After all, this is not his body, nor his things, some habits and details may not be consistent.With Garrod's keenness, it won't be long before he discovers something wrong with Captain America.But they must have achieved their purpose of doing so long before then, and in any case, the ending can only end with their victory.

"Then now is the time."

Nodding his head, although he felt that there was still something wrong with Steve's words, Garald didn't have time to focus on such trivial matters.Listening attentively to the surrounding movements, mixed with the heavy breathing of the half-orcs, Mr. Elf stretched out his hand and pulled out another short knife, placed it in front of him, and raised his eyebrows at his companion:

"half each?"

"of course."

'Steve' smiled back in a similar manner.

The battle to clean up these half-orcs started very quickly and ended very quickly, which did not bring any obstacles to their progress.Compared to being besieged by monsters several times larger than him in the past, the closer to the location of 'Sin', the more harmless the enemies that appeared in front of them were like furry animals--in the end, when they were faintly When Yue saw the shadow of 'Sin' at the end of the jungle, there was only one person who came to stop them, and Jarod quickly twisted his neck and turned into a gradually cooling corpse on the ground.

Is it a bit too smooth?

Frowning, hiding the uneasiness in his chest into the bottom of his heart.Garald looked back and barely entered the sunny jungle. There were countless monsters they had killed lying in it. He always felt that it was more like some kind of direction-changing guidance than trying to stop him.

Guide them to follow the direction that the half-orcs came to 'Sin'.

"What do you want to do?"

Slowly walking out of the dense shade of trees, Jialuode looked at the familiar figure not far away, and his voice became a little deep.

At the end of this primeval jungle was an open cliff, between two ridges, and looking down towards the foot of the mountain was the barrier lake from which they had fallen.He looked around, but he didn't find any buildings or entrances similar to the Hydra base, and there was nothing to guard against the dark creatures, as if 'Sin' was standing here to watch the scenery, and blow them up by the way When they got off the plane and invited them to join, the whole atmosphere revealed an indescribable weirdness.

Especially when he noticed that the man turned his head, looked around at himself, and then stared at Steve behind him with unclear eyes.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

The tone suddenly became sharp, and Garrod stopped before stepping into the attacking range of 'Sin', and reached out to stop Captain America who followed suit, blocking himself between the sight of 'Sin' and the netizens.

"What do I want to do?" Seemingly unsurprised by their appearance here, 'Xin' smiled lightly, his voice full of undisguised sarcasm: "I thought we had made it clear enough when we met last time. "

"Destroy me, and my friends?"

He also replied with an extremely ironic smile.Although Garrod didn't hold any hostility towards this man at first, after the torture that trampled his dignity at the Hydra base, and the subsequent war in New York, he was very convinced that there would never be peace or coexistence between them. possible.

They always have to make a knot.

The arrow pendant on his chest began to heat up, as if it was about to burn an indelible mark on his heart, silently urging him to the end of his destiny.Garald clenched the short knife in his hand and took half a step forward, like a cheetah watching its prey, his eyes fixed on 'Xin'.

"Then you probably won't be able to do it." The corner of his mouth curled up in an unfriendly arc, and the elf said slowly, "Because I will destroy you with them."

You can't escape today.

"yes."

Seeing the silent sarcasm in his eyes, 'Xin' was not angry, but unexpectedly calmly stood there, as if looking at the prisoner who was struggling meaninglessly in the cage: "But I think, there is one thing you should keep in mind , Garrod."

After a pause, he raised his chin slightly, and his eyes fell behind the elf meaningfully: "Even if you can kill me in the end, I will drag you into hell before then."

He said that he would watch him fall forever as an elf.

He frowned involuntarily, not because of the threat in Xin's words, but because of where his eyes were looking.Garald moved the corner of his mouth, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by the alarm that sounded in his body and mind the moment he opened his mouth.

There was a deadly wind coming from behind towards his fragile neck.

Almost instinctively turning his head to dodge, the elf subconsciously swung his knife in the direction of the attack, but with a "bang", the blade slashed on a round shield he was all too familiar with.

"team leader?"

Can't believe looking at this man who wanted to put himself to death.Garrod's eyes widened, his face full of shock that could not be concealed.

And 'Steve' didn't answer, just showed the elf's familiar gentle smile.He directly swung the shield to parry the dagger, and stretched out his left hand suddenly, grabbing Jarod's neck while he was in a daze, and swung him hard with his backhand, throwing him heavily on the icy ground.

The blue eyes that were as blue as the sea gradually spread the hidden blood. He looked at him, the trace of his once beloved was gone, replaced by endless darkness that almost drowned people.

This is not Steve Rogers.

When the sharp pain spread from his back, he finally realized what the meaningful eyes of 'Xin' meant.Garald looked at the shield that hit him mercilessly again above his head.Biting his lips, he turned sideways to dodge suddenly, and at the same time, he didn't care to pick up the dagger that fell on the ground, and punched Captain America's eyes.

'Steve' grabs his wrist effortlessly and pulls away in the opposite direction.And the elf also took advantage of the situation and turned over, kicked the opponent's chest, and then escaped from Captain America's attack range with several ups and downs.

"...What did you do to him?!!"

The left knee supported the weight of the whole body, and tightly pinched the right hand that had just been pulled by four times the force and was directly dislocated.Garrod stared at 'Steve' who was still smiling at him, and 'Sin' who was slowly coming forward behind him, his eyes almost burst into flames.

"As you can see."

It was difficult to hide the excitement in his tone, as if he couldn't wait to watch the scene where they killed each other. 'Xin' spread out his hands generously, not hiding anything, and even replied with joy:

"Your captain is now on the same side as me. If you kneel down and beg me, maybe I can consider letting you choose to die by his hands."

"You are dreaming."

His eyes were burning with anger, but his voice was harsher than the winter wind. Jarod sneered, and a genuine murderous intent began to brew on his face.

And 'Xin' smiled even more happily.

"Do you think you can cover up the fact that you are trembling with fear with anger?" He raised the corners of his mouth and sarcastically said mercilessly, "You probably don't realize what your biggest weakness is...Garrod, When you triumphantly declared to me that you have so many people who are willing to help you, didn't you expect that you would also bring destruction and disaster to them?"

Or, when they end up on your side.The person who once helped you stay away from death is now sending you into the abyss with his own hands, what can you do?

Kill the one you love, or be killed by the one you love.

The former will make you degenerate yourself, and the latter will make the person you love completely collapse, and it will also make you miserable.

What a hopeless and cruel choice.

But he just loves it, loves it so much.

"If you want to kill me, let Captain America disappear from this world first."

Saying this to the trembling elf, 'Sin' narrowed his eyes slightly, as if enjoying the pain intertwined with anger on the other's face.

"Kill that elf."

He spoke so softly.

And 'Steve' raised his shield and nodded without hesitation.

"No, captain."

Supporting the misplaced bone back to its original place, the moment of severe pain made his voice weak uncontrollably.Garald watched the man approach step by step, with a familiar smile on his face, but his eyes were tremblingly unfamiliar, as if his heart had been strangled, he could only issue a low and painful warning from his throat.

"You don't want to do this, Steve."

He fumbled for his short knives, but found that they were too heavy to lift: "Wake up, okay?"

"I'm sober now."

Walking up to the elf, he looked down at the somewhat embarrassed figure. 'Steve' chuckled a few times, reached out and grabbed his collar: "Of course, your captain may not necessarily be."

I felt that I was being mentioned involuntarily, and then my eyes flashed, and the whole world turned upside down in front of my eyes.It took a few seconds for Jarod to realize that Captain America had thrown himself out like a shot put, and then he hit the trunk of the tree halfway down, falling heavily, and could almost hear the unwilling and helpless groans of the whole body's bones.

"Stand up, Elf."

And the man was still smiling, with a gentle look on his face, but mixed with sarcasm and killing intent that had never appeared on Steve's face: "If you don't want to fight with me, that guy, the real Captain America, will Imprisoned in his own thinking forever, watching his body become a murderous demon."

And everyone knows how cruel that is to a superhero, especially Steve Rogers.

"So, are you going to kill me?"

The tone was almost bewitching, 'Steve' threw down his shield and opened his arms towards him, just like the nightmare where the elf fell countless times.

He finally came to a realization.

'Sin' must turn the nightmare he gave himself into reality, because he wants to watch him fall, keep reminding him of the crime of 'kinslayer', and force him to sink into the mistakes he once committed.

And this time, it was impossible for him to reach a reconciliation with himself.

It will never be possible.

"Do not."

His lips moved, but Jialuode flatly refused: "I will never do anything to you."

"it's a pity."

It's no surprise he answered that way. 'Steve' shrugged, lowered his outstretched arms, and walked towards the elf again.

"Then I'm going to kill you, Jiajia."

The man's smile was finally stained with a dullness that didn't belong to Captain America.

It's like a bloody blade, and it's like a flame that can burn people down.

But to his surprise, seeing him approaching without haste, Jarod actually raised the corners of his mouth.

"I am here."

He clenched the dagger tightly, his pupils reflected a familiar yet unfamiliar figure, and the elves hooked their fingers provocatively.

"Just try it."

……

Captain America and his netizens literally got into a ball.

Fighting Steve was always going to take a lot of effort, Jarod knew that.They have their own strengths and are familiar with each other. They understand too well what methods to use to subdue each other.For example, now, one of the two wants to kill the other, and the other wants to beat the unconscious big golden retriever out of its original form, at least one of them is really angry.Therefore, at this time, it is often necessary to rely on each other's luck to determine the outcome.

And unfortunately, today Garrod was obviously the unlucky one.

Being grabbed by the collar and thrown over his shoulders, he fell to the ground. The bones of his whole body were almost protesting, so that the elf didn't want to do anything other than greet Steve's ancestors.But before he opened his mouth, Captain America, whose uniform was tattered by the blade, pressed over again, bent his knees firmly against the elf's leg, and grabbed his throat with one hand. De's neck was completely broken.

But he didn't.

Most of the reasons are not due to the discovery of conscience or sudden sobriety, but the short knife that is also on his neck.

"Maybe I underestimated you a little."

Looking down at the tip of the knife that was sticking to his Adam's apple, 'Steve' sneered: "But you still let me down."

"For what?" The voice was inevitably weak, and Jarod held the handle of the knife with one hand, and tried to break Captain America's steel pincer-like claws from his neck with the other: "Just because I didn't stab the knife in now In your throat?"

"For your weakness and selfishness."

'Steve' raised his chin contemptuously:

"I know what you're thinking, Garrod. You don't want your hands to be stained with blood, and you don't want to bear the crimes you once committed, even if the price is to destroy Captain America and the justice he has always upheld."

"I should really let you hear his wail in my head right now."

"He doesn't want to hurt you, so he is begging you to kill him, but you refuse to let him go."

However, you are such a selfish person, no matter how long it has been.

yes.

Looking at the very familiar face in front of him, Mr. Elf couldn't help but sigh.After thinking about it, he still felt unwilling, so he rolled his eyes again with undisguised superciliousness.

"I find the logic of you and 'Sin' very strange."

He relaxed his body, as if the person on him didn't want to strangle him to death.He looked at the dazzling blue sky above his head, his pupils were full of indescribable exhaustion:

"I didn't kill him, so he hated me for thousands of years. I don't want to kill you, so you satirize me for being selfish and cowardly... We are reasonable, you are not Steve Rogers, why decide for him that he wants to die In my hands, can't I kick you out of his body? Is it so difficult to find a way to get the best of both worlds?"

He froze for a moment, and quickly realized what he meant. The expression of 'Steve' became more mocking, and he laughed without hesitation.

"You want to wake Rogers?" He curled his mouth coldly: "Have you lived for so many years, haven't you grown up yet, Elf? You still can't learn to abandon the ridiculous romance inherent in your race, and still Believe in a fairy tale-like plot, people who have been bewitched will get their hearts back because of the kiss of true love?"

"—don't be kidding. He can't respond to you, and he can't get rid of me. That's the reality."

The hand holding the elf's neck tightened suddenly, bit by bit feeling the trembling of the palm's skin and flesh because of the approaching death. 'Steve' focused on his painful expression, the tip of the knife on the throat gently scratched the skin due to the sudden tremor, a little bright red flowed down the neck, and slowly dripped on the center of Garrod's brow.

Like a flower blooming between bones.

"Do you know how much your words look like a Flag? Oh, sorry, I forgot you might not know what a Flag is, but that doesn't matter right now."

He was ridiculed face to face, but Jarod didn't seem to mind much.He even laughed, his eyes shrouded in the shadow of suffocation did not show any reluctance, but with genuine joy, he spoke in a slightly raised cheerful tone:

"I mean, how do you know something if you don't try it?"

Said, as if giving up struggling.He let go of Steve's wrist and took Steve's other hand that wasn't on his neck.At the same time, he turned the blade upside down and stuffed the warm handle into his palm.

And the sharp blade was aimed at his chest.

"Aren't you ordered to kill me?"

Garrod stretched his brows and eyes, his expression was obviously quiet and peaceful.But in the eyes of others, it looks more like a daring crazy gambler.

He clenched his hand, along with the deadly weapon.

"Right now, try it."

There was a sly gleam in the elf's eyes that no one noticed.

It seemed that he was taken aback by Garrod's desperate move, but he didn't seem to be surprised when he thought about it carefully. 'Steve' froze for a moment, then distorted his face, as if he was laughing, but also as if he was crying in despair.

"I will fulfill you."

With almost crazy morbid excitement in his eyes, he looked at the elf who was so peaceful that he handed over everything under him, and easily suppressed the struggle of the original owner of the body.

He will tell him that there have never been fairy tales in this world.

Just use blood, use death, use the never-ending dirge of the dead, and the silver cross in front of the tombstone.

'Steve' held the handle of the knife and raised it slightly, as if admiring every expression of Garrod welcoming death.

Black hair, green eyes, brows dotted with blood, and slightly trembling lips.

Breaking something beautiful with your own hands is always terrifying and addictive.

"Goodbye."

Watching the tip of the knife fall slowly as if in slow motion, the smile on the corner of 'Steve''s mouth became gentle again.

However, in the next second, his face froze involuntarily.

Because he suddenly came to his senses at this moment, it was in the engraved lines on the knife that he didn't notice at all, and the blue halo began to appear at some point.

The trembling of the elf's lips was not from fear or dread.

Instead, he uttered a spell that was enough to reverse everything.