The power of time and space disappeared again, the irregular ribbons of color like graffiti in his vision dissipated, the familiar world and smells reappeared, and Li Zhe's vision returned to the world of Loran, and what caught his eye was the familiar slum of Taran City, where he lived in the kennel for several months.

The dilapidated thatched huts, the cold and hard wooden beds, the stench that almost smoked people came to the face, and the familiar blood-colored moonlight poured down from the ceilings of the shacks, in the loose cracks.

Everything was the same as when he left, and the whole world stopped in the moment before he left.

It turned out that it was only the Marvel Universe that was shuttling, not his home planet, Earth.

For Li Zhe, the feeling of time and space travel, except for the dizzying special effects in front of him when he traveled, is actually no different from taking an elevator, and Li Zhe's memory is still stuck in the shock of meeting Spider-Man Peter Parker before finally leaving.

At this time, there was the sound of cursing and beating from the front door, and the sound of the human body hitting the ground hard, boom! Boom! This voice quickly pulled Li Zhe out of his memory, and his face changed greatly.

Right! This is Taran, this is his own home in the slums, and it is his servant who has been beaten in front of him, or Groot, a half-blood orc, who has grown up with both servants and friends.

He was buying time for himself by blocking the enemy with his body outside the door.

Since the death of Arthur's cheap dad, an unlucky elderly mercenary, it is Groot who has survived the hardships of these years with him. Oh, by the way, Arthur is the name of this body after Li Zhe crossed, that is to say, the current Li Zhe's name is Arthur, and he is a Lolan man.

Damn the mercenary, the one beating Groot outside the house is Farah, a mercenary nicknamed the Iron Butcher, he and his team of mercenaries dominate the gangsters in the slums of Taran, this guy has been wanting to get Groot, the little orc left by Arthur's father, to join his mercenary team since Arthur's cheap dad died.

Groot is a rare ogre and orc hybrid in Taran, God knows where Arthur's cheap daddy got such a rare breed, Groot is strong and grows quickly, he has grown to seven feet tall at a young age, and his forearms are thicker than Arthur's waist.

Although he has not learned combat skills since he was a child, he cannot reach the level of a professional, but with his door-like figure and natural divine power, he can be the best candidate for a perfect meat shield in a low-level mercenary team like Farah.

Over the years, it was by relying on Groot to go out and sell coolies that the two of them survived, and they were favored by Farah, who wanted to capture Groot, which was simply Arthur's life.

What's more, an alien species like Groot has no human rights in the human kingdom, he just wants to be a mercenary and no one recognizes his identity, in the human kingdom, most of the situations like Groot exist as slaves, just like those alien elves and orc slaves in the aristocratic families in the city.

Groot, who had always been a slave of Arthur's family, had been captured in Farah's mercenary group in Taran, and that would have become his Farah's personal property.

Arthur and Groot, despite their name, are no different from brothers. Naturally, they fought hard.

As a result, this became the beginning of Arthur and Groot's miserable career in the past month, relying on his strength as the only professional in the slums, Farah and others, who controlled the power of the slum gang, became a nightmare for the two little brothers.

Today was the same, outside the door, Groot chose to block them with his body, so that Arthur had a chance to run back into the house.

Remembering that his brother Groot was still being beaten by those damned mercenaries outside the door, and he didn't know what had happened, Arthur's heart ached.

Arthur also activated that thing when he couldn't bear it anymore and went to the world of Spider-Man to find power.

An hour, in exchange for hope.

Outside the door is the enemy, Arthur clenched the automatic rifle in his hand, and after checking the firearm again in the dark, he looked at these people, there was no interest in words, everything was solved only by violence,

"Groot! Get down! ”

He shouted and rushed out!

Outside the door, under the light of the dim yellow blood moon and moonlight, the mercenary Farah was looking at Groot at his feet with great interest, this little thing really has potential, Farah feels that he has been a mercenary for many years, and he still has this bit of eyesight.

This little thing named Groot is by no means as simple as an ordinary half-blood orc.

Just now, when he defeated this little guy, he even used combat skills, this kind of skill that only professional warriors can use on the battlefield has strong lethality, and when he uses combat skills, it even causes little damage to the soldiers themselves, and they will not use combat skills easily in normal times.

The warrior profession itself is a profession that kills 1,000 enemies and inflicts 800 self-damage, they have no talent, and they rely on harsh tempering of their own flesh to obtain strength far beyond ordinary people.

The warrior professionals of the Loran World cannot live long, and the destruction of their bodies during their training will greatly reduce their lifespan.

But it can't be helped, this world is a cruel world.

It is impossible for anyone to attain the power of the high without giving.

Warrior professionals must face this fate.

Warrior professionals can be said to be the lowest of all professions, they have neither the talent of mages, nor the innate blood and physique of knights, nor the extreme piety of priests, and they can only go crazy to destroy themselves.

Therefore, it is conceivable that the warriors gave up their health and life to obtain the power of extraordinary power.

And this kind of combat skill didn't seem to hurt the little thing in front of him, that was enough to kill an adult strong man on the spot, but it just made the little thing fall down and hold his stomach and cry, listening to the voice, it seemed to be louder and more energetic than just now?

Thinking of this, Farah looked forward to the changes this little thing would bring to his mercenary team after it was subdued.

This little thing, in the future, is definitely an excellent warrior shield defender seedling.

Such a potential half-breed may be despised and regarded as a heresy by the nobles in the city, but it is a treasure in the eyes of their low-level mercenaries who advocate practicality. In his early years, he had seen countless times on the battlefield the power of those ogres, cyclops and other xenomorphs.

When this little thing grows up, it is equipped with armor and goes to the battlefield, and the effect is completely imaginable.

Farah was an ambitious man, and he would not be willing to spend his life in the small slum in front of him.

He fought hard for his life to become a professional, not just to be a gang leader here.

He deserves a bigger stage.

Perhaps, his mercenary team will have such a super meat shield in the future, and when the time comes, he will be able to spend a lot of money to hire a mage apprentice, and he will be able to plan a few big votes when the time comes?

Farah was expecting when he heard an angry shout from inside the door.

The sound is familiar, huh?

That little thing, Arthur?

That cowardly boy who lives with Groot!

Didn't you just see that kid crying and hiding in the house?

Why did you dare to come out again in the blink of an eye?

Groot, get down!

Farah's heart moved, and he heard some kind of murderous intent from this angry roar, he felt an inexplicable danger suddenly attack, and his body reflexively fell backwards, this is Farah's powerful instinct cultivated by years of professional combat experience, and his body has reacted before his brain can react.

At this time, a sudden strange sound struck, and the Farah man was oblique in the air, his eyes still capable of observing, only to see that with the strange sound, the mercenaries around him, as if they had been hammered by countless invisible war hammers, trembled all over, blood splashed, and lost the characteristics of being living creatures in the blink of an eye.

A chain-like fiery serpent flew through the air.