Chapter 705 Another person

Ronan the Accuser left.

For the sake of the Collector, he let Drax go.

A mere rubbish that knows nothing about the world is not worth offending the deadly collector in the universe. After all, this old guy has lived for countless years, and no one is willing to offend such a mysterious guy.

Moreover, the collector's words made him very concerned.

The treasure that makes the Mad Titan crave should never be as simple as it seems.

After watching the accuser Ronan leave, the collector's calm face raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a slightly sarcastic arc.

The seeds of doubt have been planted, now it's just a matter of waiting for them to bear fruit.

With the character of Ronan the Accuser, he is bound to open the cosmic orb.

When the time comes, he will naturally know what kind of surprise this gem full of destructive power can bring him.

You know, the Kree and the Xandarians have a long-standing feud.

The war between the two races lasted for thousands of years, and it was only in recent decades that it was stopped and a peace treaty was signed.

But the problem is that as the Supreme Accuser, Ronan's fathers all died at the hands of the Xandarians, and he himself is a cruel warlord who believes in the ancient laws of Kree and uses massacre and spreading terror as punishment.

Let me ask you, if such a person suddenly gains great power, what will he do immediately?

The answer is... to destroy everything that dares to be his enemy.

As the old enemy, the Xandar people will naturally bear the brunt and will definitely be listed as the primary target of destruction by Ronan.

"Then it's up to you."

The collector's eyes were gloomy and cold, and he rubbed the duck in his arms: "This is the only thing I can control."

Then he moved a chair and sat there with the duck in his arms.

One more thing, he had to wait for that damn raccoon to come over and hand over those two hot potatoes to him quickly.

As for Drax, he has become a salty fish who has lost his ideals.

He thought that the skills he had honed over the years would enable him to avenge the death of his wife and children when he saw Ronan again.

But he didn't expect that the result that awaited him would be a loud slap in the face by reality.

The cruel reality before him not only awakened his delusions, but also dragged him into a darker abyss.

The huge gap made him feel deeply desperate.

Ronan, the accuser, was not serious from beginning to end, as casually as if he was playing with a child, but he tried his best. Even if he was burned to ashes by the angry flames, he could not leave a single wound on Ronan's body.

Until a moment later.

Rocket came back disgraced, looking downcast.

Seeing Drax sitting in a daze next to the ruins, Rocket rushed forward angrily and asked him loudly: "If you weren't such a fool, insisting on challenging Ronan alone, none of this would have happened!"

"You're right...I'm an idiot."

Drax did not refute it, his eyes lost their light, and he said mockingly: "All the anger, all the resentment, is to cover up my pain. I just want... to avenge them."

"What does it have to do with me?"

Rocket glared at him and taunted loudly: "Who has never died before? Have you looked around here? How many people died because of you? What is the difference between you and Ronan? Just because you are still alive, you can Tell everyone, oh my god, my wife and kids are dead, I’m miserable, right?!”

Drax's eyes twitched, and he wanted to refute it angrily, but when he raised his eyes, he saw the dilapidated ruins around him, countless people wailing and screaming, and one family after another was torn apart, and all of this was because of him and his selfishness. disaster.

For a moment, Drax's spine bent and he was unable to speak a word.

He has the right to be angry, don't those people have the right to be angry?

"No matter how deep your hatred is, it doesn't mean you have a reason to let everyone die with you!" Rocket finished angrily and looked at the disappointed Drax. The anger in his chest had nowhere to vent, and gradually subsided and disappeared.

Drax lowered his head in despair, he was the culprit of all this.

"We should go, Groot."

Rocket shook his head in disappointment, turned to Groot and shouted: "Ronan has got the gem. The only thing we can do now is to fly to the other side of the universe."

"Is it safe to fly to the other side?"

The Collector sat on the only intact leather chair in the ruins, hugging the duck and laughing: "When Ronan gets the Power Stone, not only Xandar will be destroyed, but the entire universe will not be spared."

"That's much better than dying right away, and it's none of your business!" Rocket sneered, not bothering to talk to this bastard, and continued to say to Groot: "That idiot Quill was voluntarily captured by the predators, let's hurry up Time to run away to avoid being affected by Ronan."

"Haha, you can't run away."

The collector stroked the duck with one hand, and there seemed to be an inexplicable meaning in his eyes. He said calmly: "Ronan is not the only one who is pursuing the gem, but also the Mad Titan. If you don't want to die inexplicably in the future, you can only take back the power gem."

Rocket's eyes hesitated.

At this time, Groot suddenly stood up: "I am Groot!"

"Save them? What can we do to save them?" Rocket asked reluctantly.

"I am...Groot!" Groot's eyes were firm.

"I know they are our only friends, but now they are in the hands of the predator army, and there are only two of us!" Rocket's eyes dodge, trying to excuse himself with excuses.

"No...three!" Drax stood up slowly, his eyes lit up again: "Since it was my own mistake, let me make up for it, at least... We cannot let more people die at the hands of Ronan!"

"Fake! A bunch of idiots! They're all idiots!"

Rocket was so angry that he almost lost the hair on his head: "I swear this is the last time!"

"I am Groot..."

Groot smiled softly, knowing that Rocket would never give up on his friends.

Precisely because they are lonely existences, they take a relationship more seriously, both it and it... are like this.

"Wait a minute, you still haven't got something."

Just as the three were about to leave, the collector suddenly stopped them.

Rocket turned around in confusion, only to see the collector raise his hand, pointing to the ruins of the library, and said calmly: "You'd better take those two knives away quickly, I don't want to have one more in my collection. Dangerous goods that can explode at any time.”

"......gave it to you."

The corners of Rocket's eyes twitched, and he planned to slip away without looking back. He didn't want to take those two knives with him.

"Are you sure you don't want to bring them?"

The collector said with a half-smile: "That person gave the thing to you for safekeeping. If you don't return it, what will be the consequences?"

"!!!"

Hearing this, Rocket's back was shocked and he stopped in silence.

"Hey, it's scary to think about someone who can suppress the power gem with just one finger." The collector, adhering to the idea of ​​just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously, deliberately said in a scared tone: "Such a scary person... .. Ronan shouldn’t dare to mess with him, right?”

Groot: "I am...Groot. (He is right, we will be hacked to death)"

Without saying a word, Rocket silently turned around and ran into the ruins of the library, and soon came out with two knives in his arms.

The collector smiled and said nothing, stroking the duck in his arms.

After watching Rocket and others leave, he slowly let out a long breath, turned around and walked into the ruins of the library. Looking at the mess, he laughed and said: "It's such a mess, I'm really busy now. , causing me to lose so many collections, I will have to ask him to get them back next time I see you."

The collector suddenly caught a glimpse of a vague figure sitting there on the workbench deep in the ruins.

"Who are you?!"

The collector frowned, thinking it was a scavenger or thief outside, so he strode over and yelled: "This is no place for you, get out of here!"

However, when he got closer and saw the figure clearly, the collector suddenly froze on the spot.

It was a tall and thin man, his face seemed to be shrouded in mist and could not be seen, wearing a golden double crown that naturally shone with light, and a black robe dotted with colorful gems.

Noble and majestic, like a king who rules the world.

A smile appeared in the man's eyes, and his lips parted slightly as he said, "Can you tell me...the news about the twin flowers?"

"!!!"

The collector's pupils suddenly shrank, and he grasped the duck in his arms tightly.