Original!
brutal!
behind!
Supplies are extremely scarce!
Through a series of actions of this female archer, Coulson instantly realized that the world was more dangerous than he imagined.
Especially the attitude towards death is as common as eating and drinking.
Because from the beginning to the end, the other party did not show any sadness or pain for the death of his companion. Instead, he was more concerned about his own profits.
Of course, it is not ruled out that this is a team that was put together temporarily. They don't have much affection for each other and just choose to join forces temporarily for profit.
But no matter what, this kind of cruelty and indifference made all Earthlings present feel very uncomfortable.
Skye pointed at the freshly peeled leather and bloody pieces of meat on the ground, and asked with a look of disgust, "We also have to carry such disgusting things on our bodies?"
"Of course! In order to better conceal our identities, we shouldn't act too alien."
As he spoke, Grant Ward endured the pungent fishy smell and took the initiative to take up his share.
Melinda, who has never been a harsh person, followed closely behind.
Soon, everyone in the team carried some leather and dragon meat according to their own strength and physical fitness, and continued to move towards the human gathering place under the leadership of the local indigenous people.
Although the smell of blood attracted many wild beasts and Cursed Creature along the way, they were all eliminated at a safe distance by the firearms and bullets they carried.
The female archer who called herself Cleo finally understood why these alien-looking strangers were not as "weak" as she imagined.
At least their weapons are quite powerful and can smash Cursed Creature's head from dozens of meters away.
Of course, Allen, who punched the flying dragon's head, was not included in the calculation.
Because Cleo's keen sixth sense can detect that in this short and young-looking body, there is a power more terrifying than any monster hidden.
In this way, the group of people walked through the virgin forest with no roads at all for several hours, and finally their eyes suddenly became cheerful.
I saw a huge plain covered with some plants that exuded a red light, and there were also some skinny people dressed like serfs, naked and shivering while harvesting.
Behind these people, there are soldiers wearing armor and holding weapons supervising.
Further away, there are defense towers that are twenty or thirty meters high.
Once a truck is filled with harvested crops, it is taken to these towers for processing and storage.
The eyes of this group of naked people are filled with numbness and despair. They often fall down suddenly without warning, and are then thrown into the fields by their companions as fertilizer.
"Who are these people?!!"
Jemma·Simmons's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief on his face.
"Slaves! By the way, in the eyes of people in this world, they are not considered humans at all, just like cattle, horses, donkeys and other livestock."
Allen gave the answer in a tone without any emotion.
"Damn it! What kind of world is this!" Skye resisted the urge to rush out to rescue those slaves.
"It's very simple! This is a cursed world, a world that is constantly sliding towards the abyss of despair. Here is a suggestion for you. It is best not to bring in the morals and values of modern society, let alone launch a so-called revolution to let everyone gain freedom. That will only destroy the already fragile social structure, leading to the collapse of order and the extinction of thousands of people." Allen issued a meaningful warning.
"Don't worry, our mission is to prevent this world from eroding the earth, not to change anything." Coulson assured without thinking.
"I hope you can keep your word. Also, never trust strangers. Because the darkness of human nature in this world is a hundred times scarier than you think."
By reading the souls of the dead locals, Allen can be said to be the person with the most thorough and comprehensive understanding of the world in the entire team.
Especially the crazy behavior of doing whatever it takes to survive is simply scarier than any film, television, or game his predecessors had ever seen and played.
"What are you talking about?" Cleo turned around and stared at everyone with a puzzled face.
Allen shrugged. "Nothing, I'm just reminding them to be vigilant when entering Edmir Castle."
"Wise choice! Although Edmir Castle's guards will maintain order, they are only in places they can see. Where they cannot see, it is not much safer than in the forest."
Having said that, Cleo walked directly along the bumpy dirt road towards the location of the castle.
Just over an hour later, the Allen group finally passed through the city gate and entered the legendary Edmir Castle interior.
Although it is called a castle, it is actually a small fortress city.
The City Wall outside used to resist the invasion of Cursed Creature alone is more than forty meters high and five to six meters thick.
Moreover, City Wall will also build a spire at intervals, and place a large number of ballistae and catapults on top.
What's even more interesting is that because the population is not large, there is no currency in the market here, and the ancient tradition of bartering still continues.
There is almost nothing that cannot be traded, including people.
In a butcher's shop, Coulson even saw a human thigh, openly displayed on the stall for sale.
Such a bloody and terrifying scene almost made the two scientists in the team and the newcomer Skye unable to hold back the contents of their stomachs.
At Cleo's suggestion, everyone sold the meat they carried with them and the leather that smelled of blood just after being peeled off.
It was replaced with a dry food called "Laida" by the locals.
Each piece of this thing is only about the size of a palm, and it feels very hard, like a compressed biscuit or bean cake.
There is a slightly bitter taste in your mouth.
According to Cleo, this kind of dry food is made from crops grown outside, mixed and baked with minced meat from captive livestock. It can be stored for several years without worrying about rotting and deteriorating. It is the most valuable hard currency in the entire castle and surrounding areas.
The most important thing is that this stuff is one of the very few foods sold on the market that does not contain harmful substances and toxins.
Sitting in a dilapidated shack that was exchanged for thirty pieces of "Laida" dry food, Coulson rubbed his face vigorously, smiled bitterly and asked Allen, the only one who could understand the local language and communicate with them. "How is it? Have you found any valuable clues?"
"Unfortunately, no. So far I have only found out that Edmir Castle has always been ruled by a family called Mansell. It's just that after the previous head of the family died unexpectedly, the current ruler should be a sixteen-year-old boy. But according to the locals, this lord The Lord has not been seen for ten years. Some people suspect that the last bloodline of Mansell family is already dead, and the original butler is now in charge. Others say that this young man has some kind of strange power and is trying to escape from this world that is destined to be destroyed."
Allen didn't hide anything and openly told everything he knew.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that there was an invisible force guiding him, gradually uncovering the secrets behind this cursed world.
"You mean, maybe the Superpowers controlled by that girl caused this world to be connected to the earth?" Jemma·Simmons guessed in an uncertain tone.
"It doesn't have to be an ability, it could also be some kind of powerful item, such as Tesseract." Leo Fitz immediately added.
"So... our first goal is to break through the layers of guards, find the bloodline of this Mansell in the maze-like castle, and then confirm whether all this is her fault?" The corner of Grant Ward's mouth twitched slightly.
Although he is an undercover agent of Hydra, he has always presented himself as a professional and elite tough guy.
But when he thought about the night vision abilities possessed by people in this world, as well as their exaggerated physical fitness that made Earthlings desperate, he didn't think this infiltration plan could succeed.
As for the frontal invasion, considering the limited ammunition left and the number of guards in the castle...
Unless Allen takes action, the rest of the people together will be in vain.
"No, it's not you, it's me." Allen corrected with a half-smile.
"What about us?" Skye asked, pointing to his nose.
Allen replied without thinking, "Of course I will stay here and wait for news. In fact, I never expected you to play any role from the beginning. Because magic is not science, its existence itself breaks common sense and common sense, and there are no rules to follow."
"Okay, you are an expert in this field, we will listen to you." Coulson agreed simply.
There's no way to disagree.
Not to mention his little Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., even Nick Director Fury and the big shots like International Security Council can't stop Allen from doing what he wants to do.
This is the consensus of the entire upper levels of the earth.
In the face of overwhelming power, all rules, laws, morals and the like are a joke.
What's more, if this crisis can be resolved safely and the team members return to Earth without missing a beat, it will definitely be what Coulson dreams of.
"Stay still and don't go anywhere."
After saying these words, Allen's entire body instantly turned into a flash of lightning and disappeared.
Looking at the dark, decadent, and desolate streets in Waiman Street, Skye grabbed his hair in a frenzy and complained in a low voice, "Damn it! This world is as desperate as Hell. I can't stay for even a minute."
"Yes! Looking at those slaves and the human flesh sold in the market, if I really can't go back, I would rather commit suicide than be forced to turn into a beast in such an environment." Jemma·Simmons echoed with a slightly trembling voice.
"Thankfully, at least we don't have to eat food of unknown origin and water with strange smells now." As he said that, Leo Fitz glanced at "Laida" in the leather bag next to him.
If possible, he hoped that he would never put something of unknown origin in his mouth.
Not only him, but everyone else in the team also had similar thoughts.
After all, having seen with their own eyes the dead bodies that were thrown into the fields as fertilizer, and the human flesh sold in the market, no one could guarantee whether some of the dry food would be mixed with it.
However, just because they dislike it does not mean that the local indigenous people also dislike it.
Allen had just left less than ten minutes ago when a group of children in ragged clothes and skinny bodies appeared at the door of the shack, staring at the dry food in the leather bags and swallowing saliva.
Their eyes with night vision exude a look of great desire.
Driven by compassion, Skye took the initiative to grab a handful of dry food from the bag and threw it towards these poor children.
The next second...
These seemingly harmless hungry children immediately burst out with terrifying power comparable to wild beasts.
Before anyone could react to what happened, they were fighting each other.
Those who were slightly older would mercilessly strangle to death young children who tried to snatch food from them, or grab their hair and slam their heads into the ground until their brains burst.
After the killing was over, the victor picked up the dry food that had been soaked in blood on the ground, opened his mouth, bit and swallowed crazily.
But before these older children could finish their dry food, a group of passing patrol soldiers immediately drew their weapons and slaughtered them mercilessly.
Among them was a girl who had been cut off at the waist. She endured severe pain and had to swallow the last bit of dry food before dying.
Quake, who witnessed all this from beginning to end, completely collapsed. Tears flowed down his cheeks uncontrollably. At the same time, he covered his mouth and muttered to himself, "Oh my God! What... what have I done! What have I done?"
"No! This is not your fault! It is the fault of this world! Allen is right, this world is cursed." Coulson patted Skye's shoulder with a gloomy face and comforted him.
"Those who give up all humanity and dignity in order to survive can no longer be called humans, but are a group of beasts in human skin. From now on, no one is allowed to give food to those hungry people. Because that will not only create greater turmoil and death, but will not achieve any good results at all." Melinda concluded with a serious expression.
Just when Jemma·Simmons was about to say something, a harsh bell suddenly echoed over the city.
Followed by all the soldiers who were still patrolling, as well as the civilians hiding in the house, they all rushed towards City Wall with weapons in hand.
Since they could not understand the local people's language at all, the team belonging to S.H.I.E.L.D. had no idea what was going on and could only blindly follow the flow of people in the direction of City Wall.
When he came to City Wall, Coulson finally saw a picture that he would never forget.