The Wizard of Winterhold In Marvel Universe

"No, it's still a little bit."

Nolan played with this translucent stone regretfully.

What kind of vampire leader, there are not as many things as the vampire lord in the old roll.

At least ordinary vampires in Old Roll can fill a large soul stone, right?

Along the way, they encountered a lot of inhuman cases, ghosts, vampires, werewolves and so on.

According to common sense, these should be the work of Aegis.

However, in the past two years, S.H.I.E.L.D. has been in turmoil and has no time to take care of these monsters, which has led to frequent chaos in various places. As long as a person with a heart pays attention, it is easy to collect relevant information.

This old vampire named Victor was the thirteenth on the road, and the most powerful one at the moment. On top of that, there are people with names and surnames.

For example, next, they will face Wuxin Demon and its three subordinates.

"So little? How much of this stuff do we have left?"

"If there are large soul stones, there are probably twenty or so. There are also five or six extra large ones, but that one is too big to fit in our suits. And I also have other uses."

Nolan said, and said softly to the artificial mental retardation built into the battle suit.

"Xiao Ai, classmate!"

"Yes, please speak."

"Eject the energy slot."

'click'

A device popped up on the chest of his battle suit, with a dull soul stone placed on it.

The soul stone used on the battle suit is the same as some soul stone magic traps in the dungeons of Skyrim. When running, it only consumes the charges in it, rather than shattering it directly.

This is also the reason why Nolan and others have always had soul stones available.

Put this exhausted soul stone into the space bar, put the newly obtained stone in, and Nolan said to the armor again: "Recover the energy tank and start running the dragon armor."

"The energy tank has been recovered and is being tested... The current remaining energy: 85%. It is estimated that it can be used for 70 hours normally, and it can be used for 6 hours and 15 minutes in the extreme state."

"what--!"

The round-faced waitress with freckles suddenly covered her mouth and let out a cry, attracting Nolan's attention.

I saw that the vampires on the ground gradually turned into a pool of ashes, and then a breeze blew, rolling up the ashes on the ground, and blowing them away one after another, leaving no trace.

Frank whistled in surprise, "Don't worry, little girl, the disappearances in your town were caused by this old vampire. From now on, you are safe."

"Thank you, thank you!" The waitress was still in shock. She put her hand on her chest and took a few deep breaths before she recovered: "So, are those legends true? Are there really vampires here?"

"No, not now. Shall we leave now, or shall I go first, and you stay to 'comfort' this lady?" Frank turned to Nolan and asked.

"Where's the next stop?"

"You really don't stay? I brought a condom here."

"Stop talking nonsense."

"Ok."

Frank took out his phone and flipped through it:

"Houston, Texas. Some say there was a crazy motorcyclist there the other day and killed a repeat robber. He's said to have a flaming skull."

"Texas? I heard that the braised chicken in that place is delicious."

"Ah? Really?"

Frank scratched his head to express his doubts, but unfortunately he still wore a helmet, so he could only scratch the loneliness: "I have never heard of it, but I only know that there is a basketball team in Houston, Texas, and there is a famous 'little giant' in it. ."

While the two chatted, blue-white flames gradually emerged from the jets under their feet.

In the different eyes of the waiters in the fast food restaurant, the two rose into the sky and pierced the clouds.

The round-faced waitress began to clear the table in despair as she watched them young.

When she picked up the Coke cup, she was surprised to find that in addition to the money, there was a note underneath.

A string of numbers and a line of words are written on it:

'If you find danger later, you can call this phone number directly. ’

......

......

It was Nolan's random act to leave a phone call to that waiter.

After all, there are so many messes now that S.H.I.E.L.D. can't take care of it, and Frank didn't clean up the werewolves.

Without the existence of vampires as natural enemies, maybe they would do something.

Leave a contact information, just because he is afraid that someday in the future, if something happens to this town, he can come over in time.

Speaking of which, he seems to be half a werewolf?

When he was one of the four guilds in the sky, the comrades-in-arms group, he once bathed in wolf blood and could choose to transform into a werewolf.

It's just that he didn't like his hands turning into a pair of claws, so he basically didn't use them much.

The two flew in the air for half an hour before gradually lowering their altitude.

Not far away, the high-rise buildings of Houston were already in sight.

Nolan landed slowly in a cornfield in the suburbs.

"It's still the same, you find a place to rest, and I'll bring it over after I find the source of the case?"

"No, let's go together. I guessed who the burning skull is. I'm afraid you can't handle it alone."

"I can't figure it out?" Frank sneered, and suddenly he thought of something: "Could it be... is that the legendary great demon, Malphist?"

"Have you ever seen a demon riding a motorcycle?" Nolan rolled his eyes: "That's the Ghost Rider you want to see."

"But Ghost Riders don't ride motorcycles, they all ride on horses in the story."

"Yes. But times have changed."

"Okay!" Frank raised his hands in a gesture of admitting defeat: "That's what you say he is, but where is that 'Wizard Heart Demon'? Didn't he appear in a pub somewhere in California before?"

"I guess he did it to find Johnny. After all, Johnny often tours all over the country."

"Johnny?"

"Bloody Johnny. A very famous stunt motorcyclist."

"Oh, I know him. When I was a kid, I watched his father, Blaze's wonderful performance."

Frank's expression was very strange: "Wait, could it be that his motorcycle is the mount of the Ghost Rider?"

"Seeing is believing. Let's go to the city and see."

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Houston City~www.novelmt.com~ In order to avoid attracting too much attention, Nolan and Frank took off the armor and put it in the space column.

The two of them have their own support. Even if they don't have battle uniforms, they don't care much. Instead, they walk on the streets with ease.

Houston is the largest city in Texas and is world-famous for its oil and aviation industries. The prosperous economy has brought a frenzied desire for consumption, and various stimulus campaigns are very popular here, and garish posters and inkjets can be seen everywhere.

While walking, Nolan watched curiously. He even saw a poster of a familiar big man athlete. .

However, just as he was about to cross the road and take a closer look, he was stopped by a policeman.

Maybe it was because he was dressed in a high-end fashion, and the police were very polite to him.

"I'm very sorry, sir, we can't pass here for the time being, please take a detour."

"what happened?"

Nolan went over the top of his head and saw a deep tire mark on the ground. It sank three or four centimeters and extended along the road to the end of the street.

The policeman shrugged helplessly at him: "You also saw that the road here is crushed by something. Not only that, but a building over there has suffered."

"Is this what the 'knight on fire' did?"

"You know that too? These **** reporters run the news very fast."

"That's right." Nolan patted him on the waist: "Don't be nervous, we're here for him. By the way, I heard that Dezhou Braised Chicken is famous. Do you know where they sell it?"

(If you don't like this paragraph, you can leave a comment...it will pass quickly. I'm a little hesitant about the next main line.)

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