Especially those small towns that were far less powerful than Neverwinter, after realizing how fragile their own security was without the protection and deterrence of the Imperial Army, they all gave up their original semi-independent status.
After all, compared to the pitiful power in one's hands, the safety of one's own life and property is more important.
Some wealthy people who are less courageous even gave up the idea of becoming local tyrants and moved their families to live in big cities.
The original manor and old house were left to the housekeeper to manage, or used as temporary residence for leisure, vacation and hunting.
In short, the Lizardman Queen Mosara indirectly helped the important officials of the West Coast Empire Cabinet a lot, and successfully took a big step from the originally relatively decentralized feudal system in the region to a centralized bureaucratic system.
Especially with the help of large-scale infrastructure investment and secondary urban planning expansion after the large-scale burning and destruction inside the city, as well as the complete access to the multiple spellcasting environments and magic mazes covering the major cities of the empire, the entire Neverwinter City is completely renewed from head to toe.
Even the upper ruling class underwent a major reshuffle.
Instead of experiencing a period of depression and decline as many people imagined, it attracted a large number of talents because it could achieve class leap.
In addition, the ancient city underground, which has great research value, has attracted hundreds of legendary liches from the Arcane Mystic Society and their disciples.
This group of mages, whose lowest spellcasting level is above LV9, has brought unprecedented vitality to Neverwinter.
Due to the large number of people, the temporary residence alone has become a special Offa area.
Many lucky young people who originally had talent but had no money and no opportunity to learn magic became apprentices by taking the opportunity to serve as servants for the former.
The famous Neverwinter Academy was also taken over by the Imperial Ministry of Education, which underwent drastic reforms and expansions based on its original foundation.
As huge amounts of gold coins poured in, Neverwinter and its surrounding areas were quickly integrated into an urban area similar to Waterdeep that included hundreds of thousands of people.
Most importantly, the wars launched by evil gods such as the Night Goddess Shar, the Orc Pantheon, the Goblin Pantheon, the Spider Goddess Rose, and the Prince of Lies Cyric were completely defeated.
They failed to gain a foothold in the north, nor did they pose a real threat to the West Coast Empire. Instead, they suffered heavy losses themselves.
Among them, the goblin and orc pantheons contributed the most, with at least hundreds of thousands of their believers killed or injured across the continent of Faerun.
Many tribes may even die miserably in the coming cold winter because all the adult male warriors have died and they are unable to obtain enough food through hunting and looting.
At this moment, among the mountains of the Spine of the World, a tribe of orcs with their families were struggling to march along the rugged mountain road.
The leader was none other than Thrall, who won the title of Dragon Slayer and great fame in this war.
He was wearing a sturdy magic armor stripped from the dragon knight, and a cold-proof cloak made of winter wolf skin. From time to time, he lowered his head to look at the map in his hand that he had obtained with great difficulty, as if thinking about his next move and where he would lead these orcs to settle down and build a civilization and country from scratch.
As for the previous chief, Obould Manyarrows, he had already died after "accidentally" slipping and falling off the edge of a cliff during the migration.
Because as Thrall gained a firm foothold and cultivated his own confidants, he was completely useless.
However, in order to stabilize the morale of the tribe, Thrall still followed the tradition of the orcs in this world and accepted several daughters of Obould Manyarrow as his spouses.
Obviously, judging from the map, Icewind Dale and Rhett Glacier, which are further north of the Spine of the World, are definitely not suitable for survival and building civilization because they are too cold.
Therefore, if you want to find a suitable home, the only way is to migrate eastward through the passage of the Underdark, to the Rongma Grassland on the other side of the Anauroch Desert to join Zhentil Keep and Shade City.
Chaos is a ladder after all.
Only in a place that is chaotic enough can one use one's ingenuity to take advantage of the situation and build a true orc kingdom from scratch.
Of course, if you really can't stay in Rongma Grassland, continuing eastward to Vasa or Damara is also a good choice.
The former did not have a strong government at all because the Witch King's brutal rule had just ended. Many towns were in a state of independence, and there were also a large number of orc tribes, which was very suitable for conquest and expansion.
In addition, it is surrounded by mountains on three sides and there is an extremely cold glacier to the north. It is very isolated geographically and is an almost perfect place to make a fortune.
The latter had become extremely weak due to the invasion of the Witch King of Vasa more than ten years ago. It was filled with various monsters left over, and there was also an exit connected to the Underdark.
"Chief, are you worried about the future of the tribe?"
A young orc warrior ran over from behind and asked curiously.
Like most of the young men in the tribe, he was attracted by the heroic spirit shown by Thrall when he slayed the dragon, and was the most loyal supporter of the new chief.
For this reason, they even completely abandoned their belief in the orc gods.
To be precise, this orc tribe, apart from being orcs, no longer has any influence from the orc gods.
The latter's priests and stubborn believers have been expelled one after another during the migration, left to fend for themselves in the wilderness full of dangers. The rest are basically the new generation who firmly believe that it was the orc gods who instigated them to die.
Their biggest characteristic is that they are young. They are basically between fourteen and twenty years old, which is the time when their rebellious psychology is at its strongest. They also have a heartfelt fanatical admiration for the newly appointed chief.
Thrall used this to successfully fill the gap in faith with shamanism.
At present, several men and women with high perception attributes have become shaman apprentices, and have acquired divine arts from the connection with nature and the elemental plane.
Their profession is a bit like a combination or variation of soul shaman and druid, but essentially they are still part of the divine spellcasting system.
This undoubtedly made the young and rebellious orcs believe even more that gods were never necessary, and that they were merely oppressors who enslaved their souls in order to gain faith.
It is precisely because of Gruumsh's chaos and evil that the orcs can only live in a barbaric world outside of civilization so many years after arriving in the continent of Faerun, leading a life of eating raw meat and drinking blood and looting everywhere, without even a decent historical and cultural heritage.
The only way to make your presence felt is to join the evil army formed by the ambitious.
Once they fail, they will be beaten and flee back to the mountains and forests to live a boring and poor life.
In the past, most orcs who knew their ligatures would probably never have noticed anything wrong with this.
But when Thrall, who had received systematic education and had superb political skills, appeared, he immediately began to present facts and reason with the young people, analyzing what the orc gods had done over the years and how they had caused the orcs to sink into primitiveness, ignorance and barbarism.
This was undoubtedly like throwing a spark into a pile of hay, instantly triggering the anger and dissatisfaction in their hearts.
So it was inevitable that they would seize power and expel the priests of the orc gods and their followers.
Although some guys tried to carry out bloody suppression, all struggles were futile in the face of the power of Thrall and Doomhammer.
With the death of the former chieftain Obould Many-Arrows as an opportunity, a seed of division has been quietly planted among the orcs in Faerun, and it will soon become a deadly cancer cell that can tear apart the orc pantheon.
Looking at the admiring eyes of the young warrior beside him, Thrall seemed to have returned to the good old days in Azeroth when he led the Horde to attack the internment camp and liberate his compatriots and was supported by. A slight smile appeared on his face. He raised his big hand and gently patted the other's shoulder and sighed, "Yes, I am wondering where to migrate to build a civilization and country for us orcs from scratch. You know, most of the land in this world is already owned, so next we may have to start a war to snatch the land for survival from others."
"We are all the bravest and most fearless warriors! We are not afraid of fighting!"
The young orc patted his chest with confidence.
After expelling the priests and followers of the orc gods, the number of warriors in the entire tribe has dropped from the original six or seven thousand to only more than three thousand now, and the remaining more than 40,000 are basically women and immature children.
But their weapons and equipment, training level, morale and discipline are much stronger than before.
Moreover, since a unified thought and cognition has been formed internally, namely to abandon the bad habits of the past tribal system and establish a country of their own, they are more united than ever before.
As the saying goes, nothing can compare to the powerful cohesion that can be brought about by common interests, common ideals and goals.
"I never doubt your bravery, but sometimes we cannot achieve our wishes by force alone. On the contrary, we have to use wisdom and strategy. By the way, is there enough food supply?"
As he said this, Thrall turned his gaze towards the large carts loaded with all kinds of goods pulled by oxen and horses.
The young orc warrior immediately replied smugly, “We have enough food on hand to last at least half a year.
Thanks to your wise judgment, you took advantage of the chaos when the mob was being strangled by the enemy and had no time to take care of other things to plunder their loot.
Otherwise, if they just rely on hunting and fishing along the way to reach their destination, at least half or more people will die.
We not only have food, but also enough weapons and armor, so you can rest assured."
"Great. Since food isn't an issue, we can go a little further."
Thrall lowered his head and stared at the map in his hand, seeming to have decided on his destination.
At this moment, the scout at the front of the team suddenly rode back on his wolf and shouted, "Report! I found the entrance to the Underdark in the mountain stream ahead!"
This news instantly caused all the orcs in the team to burst into cheers.
After all, as time goes by, the entire northern part of the Faerun continent is about to enter a cold winter. The current ambient temperature is already hovering around zero degrees, and a gust of wind can make people shiver with cold.
But the Underdark is different.
Due to the influence of geothermal heat and radiation, the temperature there can be maintained at a relatively warm constant state all year round.
Although there may be various dangers, it is definitely many times better than migrating in a blizzard.
Moreover, orcs are not like humans. Once they enter the Underdark without light, they are basically blind. Their eyes can see things in the dark, but they are just black and white.
"Let everyone speed up. We will set up camp near the entrance today to rest, have a hot meal, and get a good night's sleep."
Sar waved his hand and gave the order.
After a while, the front of the team had already set up camp near the entrance, and the soldiers were divided into several small teams patrolling near the entrance to prevent any monsters from suddenly rushing out.
They had no idea that in the sky above their heads, there were two pairs of eyes watching their every move.
One of them was a beautiful girl with long black hair, snow-white skin, and an icy aura all over her body. Her hair was dotted with countless beautiful snowflakes.
Anyone who lives in the North will certainly be familiar with this image.
Because every year when winter is approaching, countless people go to the temple to pray for her mercy and protection, hoping that the cold and blizzard will not engulf everything and that too many people and livestock will not be frozen to death.
Yes, this beautiful girl is the famous winter goddess Auril.
Standing next to her was Zuo Si, who was dressed as a human.
I have to say, if you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no one would have believed that these two guys who had absolutely no connection with each other in terms of ideas would have any shady PY transaction.
But in fact, not only do they have it, but their private relationship is much closer than outsiders imagine.
Auril looked at the orc tribe led by Thrall with great interest. After a long while, he said with a smile: "You are really evil. You have quietly started to dig up the roots of those orc gods. If Gruumsh finds out about this, he will definitely fight you at all costs."
Zuo Si deliberately pretended to be as innocent as a white lotus and sighed, "Alas - there is nothing I can do, he was the one who provoked me first.
I was just passively fighting back.
Just wait and see, this is just the beginning.
I have plenty of food left to feed this one-eyed savage."
"oh?
That's really exciting.
Because if you succeed, you will have created a feat of destroying a powerful pantheon by yourself.
Sometimes I even think that you are the most suitable person to master the priesthood of conspiracy."
Oluer praised generously.
"No, this is not just my achievement, but also the achievement of the entire elven and dwarven pantheons. Without their interference, this kind of trick to circumvent the perception of the orc gods would have been discovered quickly."
Zuo Si's tone and attitude were as humble as ever, as if he had only played a small and insignificant role in it.
But Oluer obviously didn't buy it, and sneered with a hint of contempt: "Haha, well, you don't have to pretend in front of me.
As an old friend, I know all too well the role you played in this and the terrifying means you used.
I saw through your true nature long before we joined forces to deal with Xirik.
Especially this time, it directly disrupted the entire bottomless abyss, causing countless demon lords to fight each other and bleed, and there is no sign of calming down until now.
It's scary just to think about it.
I am very curious, which of them did you make deals with, and how did you instigate them? "
It's not hard to tell from the tone of the Winter Goddess that the two of them have been hooking up for a long time.
After all, Auril's kingdom is also in the Noisy Tunnel, which happens to be very close to Xirik's kingdom and can provide some timely and important information.
In return, Zuo Si helped her absorb the power, divinity and priesthood of Uloutilu, the sleeping glacier god.
Coupled with the expansion of faith brought about by the huge temple in Luskan, they naturally developed into an unknown hidden ally.
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't satisfy your curiosity.
Because there are so many secrets involved.
And I hope to learn from you the true intentions behind the countless tricks of the goddess of night, Shar."
Zuo Si responded calmly.
"Do you think she will trust me? Why don't you ask Benu, the Phoenix God you summoned?"
Oluer rolled his eyes in annoyance.
Zuo Si touched his chin and explained with a smile: "Even you can sense that Benu was summoned by me, so how could Shar not sense it?
In fact, one of the most important purposes of summoning Bennu was to distract Shar's attention.
By the way, let him learn how to deal with these gods who have been playing conspiracies and intrigues for years.
Moreover, compared to Benu who holds the priesthood of fire, you who control cold and winter are the natural ally of the Goddess of Night.
After all, when everything returns to darkness and nothingness, the world will naturally fall into eternal winter and cold."
"So you didn't tell that clumsy and pitiful little phoenix the truth, and made him think that he was the undercover agent planted within the enemy?"
Oluer raised his eyebrows in disbelief, his face full of shock.
After all, Bennu was a medium-level divine being who came to Toril, but he became a manipulated chess piece in the hands of the opponent. It was outrageous just to think about it.
"If you want to deceive your enemies, you must first deceive your own people.
Only if Benu knew nothing and acted positively could Shar be convinced that this was my trump card.
When she wants to pass the wrong information to me through Benu, I can turn it around and use it to crush her conspiracy.
Moreover, Benu's behavior will make Shar mistakenly think that I want to get rid of you, and then she will trust you more.
In psychology, this is called double reverse thinking.
That is, I stood in Shar's perspective and thought about what kind of behavior I should take to be reasonable, and then set a trap for her according to this model.
How about it, isn't it interesting?
It can often be very effective against someone like her who is suspicious and extremely conceited. "
While saying this, Zuo Si had a faint smile on his face, looking completely harmless.
But Oluer only felt a chill in his heart, and his eyes were full of fear and vigilance.
Because she was not sure at all how much of what she said at this moment was true and how much was a real lie, there was simply no way to tell them apart.
Moreover, the Goddess of Winter became more and more convinced that if Zuo Si was given the priesthood of conspiracy and lies, he would definitely become a member of the powerful divine forces in an instant.
In this realm, no other person or god's understanding can surpass that of the devil prince before him.
Thinking of this, Auril took a deep breath and said bluntly: "Shar wants to release the nightmare serpent Dendel through the shadow plane to directly devour the sun."
"Release Dendel through the Shadow Plane?"
Because the Shadow Plane, Ethereal Plane and Astral Plane are also called "transitional planes" in plane studies, inter-planar travel can be achieved through them, and they are directly connected to the material plane.
Especially the Shadow Plane, which is rumored to have been created by Shar.
Although the authenticity of this myth is questionable, it is certain that Shar possesses great power in this plane.
If she was willing to open a passage, then the nightmare snake might really be let in.
After all, as early as the Dawn War, Dendar once devoured a star near the planet Toril, creating terrible darkness and cold.
Later, the gods had no choice but to forge a new sun.
Moreover, according to the myths circulating on the continent of Faerun and the information provided by scholars of Candlekeep, the Nightmare Serpent seems to be a quasi-divine power born from the Cosmic Serpent.
Although Zuo Si was not too worried about such a "trivial matter" as swallowing the sun.
Because with the power he currently possesses, it is not a difficult task to recreate a sun or transfer a star from another universe.
You can even pick and choose like buying vegetables at the market, choosing the most suitable one from billions of stars.
I’m afraid Shar’s ambition is not just as simple as letting Dendar swallow the sun.
As one of the few goddesses in Faerun who really dares to do things, and big things at that, she even dares to kill the Goddess of Magic, who maintains the stability of magical energy in the country, and triggered a horrific spell plague. What else is there that she dare not do?
“Yes, that’s it.
At least that's what the information I've collected so far points to.
As for what it will do after swallowing the sun, no one knows.
After all, Shar never trusts anyone.
Even other gods are nothing more than pawns to be used in her eyes.
Also remember to be careful of Musk, the god of thieves.
I noticed that he seems to be secretly visiting the goddess of the night lately."
Oluer blurted out everything he knew.
Although the eternal darkness and coldness described by Shar were very much to her liking.
But the biggest difference between the two goddesses is that Auril is not interested in silence and nothingness, but instead likes the lively scenes in the cold environment.
It is clearly stated in her teachings that believers and priests must not easily harm other creatures in cold areas unless their own lives are threatened or they will die without food.
"interesting.
In other words, including the goblin pantheon, the orc pantheon, the drow pantheon led by the spider goddess Rose, the prince of lies Cyric, and the demon lords in the abyss, all were smoke bombs deliberately thrown by Shar.
What a big deal.
But she overlooked a question that could not be circumvented, which was how His Majesty the Supreme God Io would react to this? It should be noted that the turbulent years had only been over for a short time.
Could it be that the scar has healed and the pain has been forgotten?"
There was a hint of teasing and amusement in Zuo Si's tone.
“The nature of divinity dictates that all gods are paranoid.
Even the most rational gods are no exception.
Shar's obsession with darkness has surpassed everything, so she doesn't care about the cost or consequences at all.
You'd better be careful.
After all, the nightmare serpent Dendel is not like the chaos dog demon Kezef.
In addition, in order to win Shar's trust, the winter in the north will be exceptionally cold this year, so you'd better be mentally prepared."
After saying these words full of warning, the girl-formed Ouliu turned into a beautiful snowflake and drifted away in the wind.
As the season is approaching winter, her power over this land is becoming stronger than ever and will reach its peak in a few months.
By that time, she and Blizzard will become the supreme ruler of the entire northern continent.
After sending off the Winter Goddess, Zuo Si activated the Planeswalker's Spark and temporarily left this universe.
…
At the same time, in the largest financial exchange in the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Baator Hell, human representatives from the Marvel Universe's Earth were standing below with nervous expressions, looking up at the huge electronic screen that was dozens of meters high, waiting for the upcoming opening of the market.
Because today is an extremely important day for them. Whether they will eat meat or shit in the future depends on this hard work.
Needless to say, under the persuasion of the devil salesman, Alves, the Security Council finally made up its mind to package and list its home planet, making a fortune in the hell stock market to develop the technologies necessary for space colonization and warfare.
Anyone who understands the game of capital knows that when it comes to making money quickly, nothing can compare to virtual finance.
After all, stock and securities trading only takes a few seconds to complete, and the huge profits generated are unmatched by any real industry.
Traditional farming and animal husbandry require investments of several months or even a year, but the output can only earn a very meager income, and there is also a certain probability of losing all the money due to natural disasters.
By the same token, the manufacturing industry also requires a large amount of investment, followed by complex production and sales processes, and constantly reducing costs to cope with competition from peers. When selling to users, it will be stripped of a layer of costs by sales channels.
Before receiving the payment, you have to bear the raw material, labor and transportation costs yourself.
Driven by the instinct of pursuing higher profits, the power of capital will naturally rush into the financial market frantically, blowing up one huge bubble after another, and then plundering the savings accumulated by ordinary families through hard work, creating the so-called financial crisis.
You have to know that if stocks and securities do not have corresponding physical objects, they are actually a scam like the Dutch tulip incident, which is a passing-the-parcel scam.
All participants believe that they are smart people and will definitely not be the unlucky one who will have to take over in the end.
In addition, most people in the world want to make money without any effort, so finance to some extent meets this need.
It’s just that you are looking for the interest and profits, while the capital is targeting your principal.
As elites from modern society, these representatives standing under the big screen certainly cannot be unaware of how high the risks are in a completely free financial market without any restrictions.
But they believe that they are the bankers and can use the financial means on earth to frantically reap the leeks of the devils in hell and raise enough funds to develop themselves.
Soon, accompanied by a crisp ringing sound, countless densely packed numbers in red or green suddenly appeared on the originally blank screen.
Some of them were in the hundreds or thousands when they first appeared, but fell to single digits in less than a minute. Others were in the single digits when they first opened, but quickly soared all the way to tens of thousands.
The ups and downs of the thrill, like a roller coaster, instantly made this group of representatives from Earth feel the charm of the true "free market" for the first time.
They even saw with their own eyes a king who was originally dressed in gorgeous clothes vomiting blood and fainting after losing all his wealth. They also saw another warlord whose wealth skyrocketed a thousand times and he excitedly jumped onto the table, took off his clothes and started dancing naked to celebrate.
What is a dance of demons?
That's it!
In this huge trading center crowded with millions of people, human tragedies and comedies are being played out every moment, fully demonstrating that the sorrows of different people are not shared.
"Damn! This place is fucking crazy!"
Maria Hill, who had just taken over the position of director of S.H.I.E.L.D., couldn't help but swear and quickly unbuttoned her collar to get some fresh air.
Because she was so nervous, her whole body was soaked with sweat in less than half a minute. She didn't even dare to raise her head to look for the stock that belonged to the Earth.
Most importantly, after witnessing the real "free market" with her own eyes, she completely scoffed at the crappy neoliberalism advocated by European and American politicians and capital.
Small government? No regulation? Let capital and transnational conglomerates dominate the market? Look at those people around you who are worth billions in one moment and go bankrupt in the next. If this were to happen, the entire world economic system would be ruined in an instant.
Because anyone who can be packaged and listed here is at least a hegemon who rules a continent or even conquers several planets and dimensions.
But what about now?
In front of the financial capital of the ninth layer of Baator Hell, they are like fish on a chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered by the devils.
The depravity brought about by such extreme emotional fluctuations is incomparable to any other temptation.
Especially those poor souls who go bankrupt will soon be taken away by the devils rushing in and forced to undergo bankruptcy liquidation.
"How, how are we doing?"
Coulson, who was accompanying them, couldn't help but squeeze in and ask a question.
Alexander Pierce smiled and responded, "Our situation is not bad. It has increased by about thirty times. I estimate that if we sell some of our shares, we should be able to raise enough soul currency to purchase the corresponding technology."
"So we landed smoothly?"
Maria Hill glanced at the representatives and financial experts who were still looking nervous not far away.
“No, not at all.
Because since entering this market, we have been facing similar situations every day.
According to the Security Council resolution, a dedicated office and team should be set up here.
You will also have to send someone to take charge of security at that time.
I suggest that you send Captain America here, otherwise ordinary agents won’t be able to cope with the environment here.”
After saying that, Alexander Pierce took two steps back to avoid any contact with the devil not far away.
Because he could vaguely feel that the demonic power he had obtained was incompatible with this place, and he was even vaguely rejected.
"It's like this every day?!"
Coulson was completely stunned, and his eyes revealed a strong fear.
He simply couldn't believe whether the representatives' hearts could withstand such stimulation every day.
Perhaps it won't be long before the older ones among them die from a sudden heart attack or a stroke.
Alexander Pierce nodded seriously: “Yes.
There is no other way, as this is the only way for us to quickly develop and enter space.
After all, the invasion of the Chitauri made governments and all of humanity realize their own vulnerability, and they must catch up in order to escape the situation of being at the mercy of others.
Nick Fury wanted to take shortcuts, and the Avengers and the Cosmic Cube were part of that.
But unfortunately he failed and became disgraced as a result.
In order to avoid repeating the same mistakes, the only thing we can rely on is here.
At least through the current contacts, we can be sure that the technologies obtained from the Great Demon Lord Soth are mature and will not cause any major harm. "
"Will Chief Nick be sentenced?" Coulson asked cautiously.
"I think he will be sentenced to a symbolic ten or twenty years, and then be released on medical parole after two years of imprisonment. After all, he knows too many secrets, and he will definitely make a deal with the Security Council to prevent them from being leaked."
Alexander Pierce revealed a little information in a mysterious way.
Of course, this was entirely the result of his work with Hydra.
Because two years is enough for them to completely control SHIELD, and even infiltrate and manipulate government departments in many countries, becoming the masterminds behind controlling the world.
Just when Coulson was trying to get some inside information, a representative with great power finally squeezed out of the crowd and announced with a beaming face, "Success! We succeeded!
As long as the trend remains stable in the next few days, this will become an inexhaustible piggy bank.
Let's go, this place has been handed over to the experts, let's go back and prepare for the celebration party.
By the way, the profits will be distributed according to the original agreement.
In particular, we need to call Iron Man Tony Stark to seek his professional advice on which technologies we should start with.”
"No problem. I will be responsible for informing Stark. He will definitely not be absent for something like this."
Coulson gave a solemn promise.
Ever since Nick Fury was relieved of his duties and locked up, he naturally became the person who directly liaised with the Avengers.
After all, there are a few superheroes among that group who are really difficult to deal with, such as the Crown Prince of Asgard, Thor, who doesn't take the governments of various countries on Earth seriously at all.
When he brought Loki home, he completely ignored the devastation and millions of deaths caused by his half-brother.
Some politicians with a strong sense of justice even clamored to hang Loki for war crimes and hold him responsible for the deaths of all the victims.
But what is the result?
He ignored the bird and teleported away with the Cosmic Cube and his brother without saying a word.
War crimes? No kidding!
This thing is essentially a humiliation and revenge of the victor against the defeated.
Is it that Asgard's army is no longer able to fight, or is it that the God King Odin is dead? How dare you speak to the God Realm in this tone?
Ignoring it is already a kind-hearted act of Thor.
If it were Odin, he would have nailed those clamoring people to the flagpoles outside the White House or Congress one by one.
It was precisely because of the stimulation brought about by this incident that the Security Council became completely ruthless and determined to make the Earth a cosmic civilization at all costs.
At least we can ensure that the solar system is no longer a public toilet, where aliens can come and go as they please.
Just like that, after achieving their set goal, a group of hundreds of people quickly returned to Earth in another universe.
Soon after, consultation meetings were held one after another.
Due to the recent vicious incidents of senior scientists being kidnapped and a large amount of top-secret research data being lost, SHIELD can be said to be doing its best to ensure the safety of all participants this time and will not allow any unexpected situations to occur.
As a busy man, Coulson not only assigned tasks to the Avengers, but also organized those agents who studied magic into teams and placed them in various important positions as a trump card to deal with supernatural forces.
At this moment, he was standing alone on the top of a building not far from the meeting place, looking down at the surrounding situation, his face full of tension and fatigue.
After all, he was just an executor before and didn't need to consider too many political issues.
But with Nick Fury's dismissal, the burden on his shoulders began to become heavier and heavier. The most obvious manifestation was that the front half of his head was almost completely bald. If things continued to develop in this way, sooner or later he would be like Director Hard Boiled Egg, without a single hair on his head.
Just when Coulson was hesitating whether to try hair transplantation, he suddenly saw a strange man in a yellow robe appear out of nowhere not far away, standing straight in the air without any support under his feet.
Moreover, the other person's head was flashing dazzlingly under the sunlight.
As a professional agent's first subconscious reaction, he pulled out his upgraded pistol and tried to aim at the target.
But the next second, the opponent crossed a distance of two or three hundred meters and appeared in front.
"Hello, Phil Coulson, I have something I want to talk to you about. Are you available?"
moment!
Coulson finally saw the other person's face clearly, and also knew the identity of this mysterious man - the Sorcerer Supreme, Ancient One.
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