A Marvel Lich King

Looking at these freelance gang members, Roald showed a kind smile on his face.

"I see, so what?"

"???"

Several gang members were stunned.

The gang leader who was taking off his belt was stunned.

The victim was also stunned.

But she didn't panic. She adjusted her expression slightly, touched her clothes, and returned to her fearful look.

Isn’t that easy to say?

What's the matter?

Can't you see it?

This cool-dressed lady is about to be broadcast live, just like a weekly adult book that makes people jealous and heart-beating. Where is the American humanitarian spirit in you?

Isn’t this the time to yell like some blind, hot-blooded young hero: “Hey, man, let go of that lady and let’s come together?”

Your current answer is very inconsistent with your clothes and image, which shows that you are not a good person.

"You can continue without worrying about me." After Roald finished speaking, he walked to the side and stood quietly observing as he said.

Looking at this Russian woman who looked like a victim, Roald felt that she had no attraction for him at all.

Who among the serious people likes Natasha?

Roald thought he was a decent man.

This Miss Natasha Nomanov was not to his taste.

Even if he doesn't need to take action, these gangsters are not Natasha's enemies.

In every sense of the word.

"Stop!" Roald's attitude made the gang leader unbearable. He crossed himself on his chest and shouted, "Man, for God's sake, rob!"

"Aren't you already robbing? Didn't God tell believers to be content with what they have? If you are short of money, you can ask this lady to pay the ransom, and then leave each other's contact information, so that we can continue to develop, as it is now The method is very rough and has no structure!”

The gang leader paused.

I'm a gang member, and I chose this path because I didn't want to learn. You want to tell me the pattern?

If I have good academic performance; should I do this?

He felt that he had been slighted and insulted. When his anger rose, he directly took out his pistol and pointed it at Roald: "Damn it, I said, take out the money."

If you see the money, of course you have to grab it!

This is what it means to be a Manhattan gang member.

Never refrain from doing something because of petty evil, and never refrain from grabbing because of lack of money. Every piece of wealth is valuable.

Gang members also have a hard life, especially a gang like them, a low-level gang living in Hell's Kitchen.

"Sir! As long as you are willing to help, you will be greatly thanked afterwards." Seeing that Roald was unmoved, Natasha suddenly shouted to him.

She originally wanted to do a task today to change her rest time, but unexpectedly she discovered something interesting.

The expression and movements of the person in front of her looked fearless. As an agent's suspicion instinct, her sensitive nerves made her interested in exploring Roald's identity. She felt that he was very extraordinary.

This intuition has saved her many times and helped her complete many tasks.

Natasha trusted her instincts.

Roald looked at her.

"How heavy?"

The gang members were stunned when they heard the words, and so was Natasha, but she heard the hidden meaning in the other party's tone, and her face gradually turned cold.

Seeing that several people were silent, Roald spread his hands and looked at Natasha, waiting for Zazira to lay the cobwebs in the dark. Although he didn't know what kind of role-playing game she was playing, he didn't want to have any trouble with Natasha. intersection.

"Do you think I am someone who is short of money? Madam, why don't you give the money you thank me to these free people who are ready to applaud love, and let them let you go? Why do you care about the way you spend it? Well, if your money is given to them, it is just with you in another way. You just treat it as providing benefits to these freelancers, and then you go about your business and I take care of mine, okay?"

"Boss, what he said makes sense." The gang members turned their attention to their boss again, and also looked at Natasha, the meaning in their eyes was clear.

There's nothing better than making money without killing people.

Although they are gang members who do all kinds of evil and have no bottom line, it is still very troublesome if they are found out about murder.

The gang boss, whose face was covered with tattoos, was furious: "Damn it! I'm angry. Today I not only want to rob money, but also sex! Even if I give you money, this lady and you won't be able to leave today!"

After speaking, he licked his pistol.

The surrounding gangs all took a step back.

"I'm angry when you say that!" The expression on Roald's face was very calm.

He stood there, all the light around him seemed to be absorbed by him, and the space behind him was dark, as if something was tearing open the curtain and trying to crawl out.

"Hey, man, you... look, how about I show some kindness today... oh no; for the sake of God, I let you go?"

The gang leader swallowed his saliva, and he noticed that something was slightly wrong around here.

This is the most acute feedback of a little person’s will to survive.

"Zazaira, block the surrounding sight, pay attention to those cute little things that can monitor the environment, and then be polite to your prey, make their death experience feel at home, and they will fall in love with this feeling even after they die."

The tightly shielded Roald said something that sounded strange to several people, and the chill radiating around him immediately covered the alley with frost.

"Of course, my master, politeness is always useful, elegance never goes out of style, and the nerubian Zazira is always at your service."

"laugh--"

After the words fell, there was a soft sound, white mist splashed with frost, and spider webs were all around the alley. It was like a gap was cut in the air, and white frost spewed out from the gap. , the surrounding noise seemed to have stopped at this moment.

The misty white air shrouded the alley like mist. As the mist slowly dissipated, several people could faintly see a huge spider figure emerging behind Roald in the white mist.

"Hello, prey caught in the spider web!"

Zazira's voice was sharp, like a file scraping glass, making people's hearts tremble.

Natasha frowned, bit the signal transmitter hidden in her mouth, wiped it against her earring, turned on the micro photography, and secretly became alert, looking for a way out.

Today's events indeed exceeded her expectations.

But she is still very confident at this moment.

The spider-body monster in front of her was tall, with eight sharp amputated limbs cutting ravines on the hard concrete floor. There was a purple energy flow surging between her hands. Even if she didn't do anything, she would emit it just by standing there. There was a strong sense of oppression.

She originally thought that this monster was just a mutant or a biochemical monster, but the rippling purple current in the opponent's hand made Natasha feel that the big spider in front of her was definitely not in the same dimension as this world.

What kind of monster is this, what is the identity of the person in front of me, and what is their purpose.

Also; are aliens invading the earth?

Looking at the behemoth in front of her, Natasha was indeed very nervous. She did not bring any firearms on her mission today, and the gadgets she used for self-defense seemed to have no effect on things. However, the signal had been sent, and she believed that rescue would be easy. It will come soon.

As an elite agent, she pays attention to the form while brainstorming, thinking about the next decision. She has experienced so many times in life and death, and her long career as an agent has long made these things her instinct.

The gang members, looking at the huge figure slowly emerging from the white mist, were so surprised that they even forgot to breathe.

"Ohshit, what the hell is this?"

Before several people could shoot, the bone spurs that appeared in Zazila's hands flew out and directly penetrated the bodies of several unlucky people. Their flesh and blood were turned out at the penetrated parts, and some even fell to their knees while covering their wounds. Location:

"Ah! I'm dead! I can't survive!"

“I’m bleeding all over the ground, I’m going to see God!

"mom!"

The noise came to an abrupt end under the influx of Zazira's purple mana, and screams and wails became the last lingering sounds of several gang members.

In the blink of an eye, five or six gang members had their souls pulled out by Zazira and converted into six points of energy. Roald made his first pot of gold from these gang members.

Natasha had seen big scenes, and the wailing of a few gangsters did not cause her emotions to fluctuate. Although the timing was very accurate, she was pulled back by Zazira's spider thread as soon as she climbed up the wall without any resistance. , and another undead scream knocked her out, Natasha rolled her eyes and fell to the ground.

Roald didn't want to take advantage of the situation, he had more important things to do. Meeting Natasha today could only be said to be an unexpected surprise.

Looking at the card library accumulated in his hand, Roald drew one.

【Infect】

[Feature: At the end of your turn, gain control of the target object. 】

[Description: What's yours is mine, and what's mine is still mine. When the great Lich King is angry, he will never make it easy for you; hum! 】

After reading the description, Roald decisively used the [Infection] card on Natasha.

A living Natasha seems to be more useful. Although now he can equip the Frostmourne card, it seems good to use other cards to insert a ward in the opponent's base first.

There's nothing more flavorful than putting a ward in your opponent's base.

More importantly, Zazira promised that her webbing had been trained by Icecrown Citadel and was very professional.

This made Roald even more satisfied.