Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Is Hamelin in the secret realm so difficult to deal with?"

Maddock's eyes were a little erratic, and he felt disdainful looking at the projection above.

"That's not what you said when you were wandering in the secret realm, Maddock."

Tariq turned his head and looked at Maddock with some disdain.

As a well-known demon, Hamelin was killed at the hands of Aurak, the god of war, but most of the ancestors present in the secret realm have felt its difficulty.

An almost never-ending swarm of rats gnawed away at the body.

Only those who have experienced that nightmarish battle can understand the greatness of Orac.

At this moment, a fighter plane landed steadily at the foot of the holy mountain of Harrogas, and Hawkeye took Steve directly out of the fighter plane.

"This is the holy mountain of Harrogas?"

Steve took the barely repaired shield from his back and said to Hawkeye.

Although he has learned about the existence of this holy mountain from the information of SHIELD, Captain America, who arrived here for the first time, is still a little wary.

"Captain, I don't think you need to be so defensive."

Natasha, the black widow, landed behind the two of them, and her tights made her shiver in the cold wind.

"There are warm clothes and food on the plane. If you want to climb this mountain, you have to be fearless."

Hawkeye spoke softly, and then looked at the projection on the mountain with some curiosity.

The scale of the projection is not small at all, and some pictures can still be seen clearly when standing at the foot of the mountain.

Of course, this is for the eagle eye with superior vision.

"It looks like the person we're looking for is up there, so let's do it."

Steve didn't wait for Natasha to take off the cold clothes and food from the plane, and walked directly.

"Looks like we don't really need those things."

Hawkeye turned around and glanced at Natasha, who had just got back into the plane, then waved his hand and followed Steve.

"Can your combat uniforms withstand the temperature here?"

Natasha put on a coat and followed behind. Although their combat uniforms all had temperature-regulating equipment, that bit of warmth was nothing in the cold wind of the Holy Mountain of Harrogas.

After all, this holy mountain has its own will. The holy mountain is willing to accept the brave, but it never likes the existence of thinking too much about everything.

"Let's go, as long as you are not afraid, you can climb this mountain naturally. Can you see the projection over there? You can see the battle of Rumlow there."

Hawkeye still takes good care of Natasha, and the friendship between the two cannot be explained by mere colleagues.

Hawkeye and Black Widow have fought side by side countless times.

The three of Rumlow in the secret realm are working hard to clean up the densely packed rats, and Hamelin, the big rat, is still hiding in the shadows.

Demons with wisdom never choose to attack rashly. Even if a guy at Hamelin's level is just a projection, it will test the power of the comer.

The back of this big mouse was covered with pus-like wounds, and what was inside was not pus, but endless little mice.

Spreading disease and bringing death is their power.

The three people who hadn't formally come into contact with Hamelin's real body had begun to show signs of fatigue, and the swarm of rats, like a vast ocean, was climbing towards them almost non-stop.

"Rumlow!"

Luke swung his war blade and punched the rats through a gap, shouting Rumlow's name.

"F*ck!"

Rumlow swears, raised the giant hammer above his head with both hands, and then dropped it heavily.

This is already the number of times that Rumlow has used the Hammer of the Ancestors. As long as the anger he accumulated in the battle reaches the minimum level of release, he will smash the hammer without hesitation.

Although Luke and Matthew can also release this combat skill, their heavy blows are not very effective compared to Rumlor's hammer of the ancestors, which has been enhanced by the ancestors' wristbands.

As the sledgehammer fell to the ground, a large area of ​​rats was shaken into blood mist, and the river of rats was cut off for a moment.

Then densely packed rats filled the vacancy and spread towards the three of them.

"We must get close to the big mouse."

The two weapons in Matthew's hands swung uninterruptedly, and every time he could finish off a small group of mice.

But Hamelin's deep gaze made him feel that danger was everywhere.

"How close? These rats can't hurt me, but I can't break through the resistance of these guys."

Luke stomped a mouse that slipped through the net, and shouted without looking back.

"I will lead the way, you follow me."

Matthew aimed at Hamelin's direction and released the violent charge again.

This is not the first time he has made this attempt. The moment Hamelin's figure just appeared, he released this function, but was blocked by a light green mask.

After that, the three of them fell into the group of rats.

"You really don't give up."

Luke waved his weapon in a seemingly chaotic manner, rolling all the mice around him into blood mist.

Then he followed closely behind Matthew.

At the moment when the two finally approached Hamelin, Luke raised his right leg high and stomped it down.

Trampling on the ground!

The most basic ground trampling also has the power to stun the enemy, this time is to prevent Hamelin from releasing the annoying green mask.

Even though this was the first time Luke tried to use this skill, he didn't know if his body was strong enough to support the release of this skill.

But there is always a first time in everything, and there is no better way than this at this time!

Not being able to get close to Hamelin meant that the big rat couldn't be defeated.

During the battle during this period, Luke had already figured out how to deal with it.

Everything depends on this blow!

"ha!"

At this time, Rumlow exerted all his strength on his legs, holding up the giant hammer in his hand and falling towards Hamelin's head.

Jump and chop!

Flawless release!

Even if he didn't master those skill forms known as runes, just jumping and cutting alone would allow him to get close to this annoying big mouse.

clang! With a bang, Rumlow landed outside the green mask, trampled the rats under his feet to death, and smashed the giant hammer on the mask, making the sound of metal clashing.

His actions were still a beat slower, and Hamelin inside had woken up from the dizziness!

Although Luke's trample on the ground was successful, the level of power that was too far apart made Hamelin dizzy for a short moment.

The released light mask divided the three into two parts, and Matthew and Luke faced Hamelin's cruel and sly eyes.

"Looks like we were fooled."

Matthew said while waving the weapon in his hand.

The ax and the mace fell directly on Hamelin's head, opening a wound on the incomplete fur.

"So what? Are you giving up fighting for this?"

Luke swung his war blade and slashed towards Hamelin's neck.

However, the attacks of the two did not cause any effective damage!

"squeak!"

Hamelin let out a roar, and the originally weak and noisy mouse cry was like a barbarian's war cry at this moment, full of threats.

The abscess on Hamelin's back squirmed intermittently, and a group of shadowy mice suddenly landed on the ground.

"Are you guys OK?"

Rumlow swung his sledgehammer to sweep away the rats on the ground, and then yelled into it.

"It doesn't look good!"

Luke raised his war blade and slashed again, but those shadowy mice crawled up his trouser legs.

These rats didn't seem like real things, but the pain of gnawing at the skin made Luke even more irritable.

"ha!"

Matthew aimed at Hamelin and buried his head again, pointing the weapon at the mouse's eyes and charged!

At present, this is the function he can use proficiently. After the guidance of Lei Ke and Lei Ko, his charge can no longer be underestimated!

In an instant, Matthew had appeared in front of Hamelin.

The moment the two weapons pierced Hamelin's eyes, the anger rose!

Huge force was released from Matthew's arms, flipping the car-sized mouse over the back!

"Hurry up, these little guys don't seem to be able to kill!"

After Luke failed in trying to eliminate the shadow rats, he lifted the warblade and released the Hammer of the First Group at Hamelin who was lying on his back on the ground!

The huge hammer burst into flames and landed on the rat's festering belly!

At the moment when he was about to accomplish his feat, a mouse entity hidden in the shadows climbed up his shoulder to open the blood vessels on the side of Luke's neck!

"Luke!"

Rumlow turned around and smashed the hammer of the ancestors on the mask, his eyes were extremely impatient.

...

"I remember that mask is indestructible, right?"

Maddock clenched his grief in his hands and stood up, shouting with rage.

"As long as you are strong enough, nothing is indestructible."

Taliq looked at the projection in the sky, and his voice was a little distant.

"If my heir dies, how do you plan to compensate me?"

Maddock gritted his teeth when he spoke.

"You don't want to kill Hamelin again, that's just a projection."

Kerik, who hadn't seen him for a long time, came up to him with a brazier and said to Maddock.

"The secret realm is a level that all barbarians can't get around. What do you want to do? Take your giant ax to charge in and chop up Hamelin's projection, and then declare these seedlings worthless?"

Tariq grabbed Maddock's shoulders, his eyes gleaming with anger.

"I'm just hesitant about the unknown outcome."

Maddock looked at those eyes that were shining with anger, and sat back on the ground.

"You are no longer a prophet, Maddock!

Back then, you would always bring your favorite recruits into the secret realm, but how many recruits were killed by rats far above their levels?

Excessive care always brings accidental death, don't you let it go now? "

Bulkeso walked down the steps and stood beside Madock.

He looked up as Luke crushed the rat to death, holding the wound on his neck.

"I remember that you would always sneak into the secret realm with that kid, and even wanted to make him your heir. That kid really looks like you."

Bulkeso picked up a bottle of wine and took a sip into his mouth, then threw it to Maddock who was a little bit out of his wits.

As a result, Maddock poured the wine bottle into his mouth frantically, but all the wine in it passed through his illusory body and fell to the ground.

"I want to tell him how powerful I am, so powerful that even Barr has to worry about my existence."

Maddock crushed the wine bottle and growled in a low voice.

"That kid is not your son, you should be very clear about it."

Tariq looked at the wine spilled on the snow and whispered. It was the smallest sound he could make.

"Yes! In order to protect the holy mountain, I left nothing behind."

Maddock stuck the giant ax on the ground and looked up at the battle in the secret realm.

...

"Keep fighting, leave me alone!"

Luke swung the Glaive with one hand, then raised his leg again.

Shadow rats had covered his lower body, sometimes exposing some of Luke's limbs.

No flesh and blood can be seen on it, only a piece of white bone exists.

Shadowrats of Hamelin.

When they are not attacking, everyone will regard these things as illusions.

As a famous demon, Hamelin was never a waste who only summoned mice.

At that time, after Olak discovered that the shadow rat group could not be eliminated, he went all out to chop off Hamelin's head.

But he himself died in the mouth of these dangerous and weird rats.

Rifts don't leave barbarians dead, so the moment Hamelin's projection dies, the swarms disappear with them.

But even if Bulkelso entered this secret realm, these rats couldn't hurt Bulkelso's powerful body, but he couldn't kill these cruel little things either.

"boom!"

Luke's bone-only leg slammed heavily on the ground.

This time, he had already mastered the essentials of releasing the ground trampling, and Hamelin's projection suddenly became dizzy!

With Hamelin's dizziness, the green mask also disappeared.

"xia!"

Rumlow held up the giant hammer with both hands, and smashed it down heavily on Hamelin's head.

The Hammer of the Ancestors, which had been enhanced by the Ancestors' Bracers, was directly embedded in Hamelin's jaw.

"Drink the medicine!"

While roaring, Matthew launched a charge.

This time, the two weapons slashed through Hamelin's abscessed stomach like a plow, and balls of yellow-green pus and a large pool of unformed mouse embryos rolled to the ground.

...

"Madock, I shouldn't have let you do that at the time."

Taliq looked at the projection and said with a little loss.

He had always been aware of Maddock's actions at that time, but he never stopped this practice that violated the convention.

A mature barbarian takes a recruit on an adventure, and can quickly let the recruit grasp the power of that blood.

But that kind of savage never made a legend.

And the child Maddock chose died in the mouth of a mouse hiding in a corner before he became strong.

"That child originally had a brighter future. He shouldn't have died at the hands of those demons locked in the secret realm."

Creek didn't have the slightest intention of comforting Maddock, and said coldly, his words were like the cold wind whizzing past the top of the mountain.

Kerik didn't know about this at the time, and when he knew all this, Maddock was already sitting alone in front of the gate of the holy mountain.

If he knew, he would definitely stop Maddock from doing it.

"I know! That was my fault! I never chose even one person to be my successor after that!"

Maddock slammed his fist on the top of the giant axe.

The hand that was already a soul body was cut by the legendary weapon named "Madoc's Sorrow", and an illusory liquid flowed out like a drop of blood.

"You made your choice in the end, my brother."

Bulkelso sat directly beside Maddock and spoke loudly.

...

"squeak!!!"

Hamelin's severely damaged body was shaking constantly.

There was a hysterical cry in my mouth!

A projection adapted to the limits of Matthew and the others would not be so powerful that the three of them could not fight back.

But it is not easy to kill him completely!

"quick!"

Luke yelled loudly.

He already felt the pain of being bitten from his internal organs!

The feeling of constantly recovering and then being bitten was driving him crazy.

Luke suddenly threw the warblade in his hand in the direction of Hamelin, and roared loudly with anger.

Although his body is not strong enough to use the function of throwing weapons, simply throwing weapons is not a problem.

After training, he is still somewhat accurate.

Although Luke hadn't felt the approach of death at this time, the dead silence was already waving to him not far away.

Even if he used the medicine bottle, he couldn't change his current state, because the shadow rats had already clung to him.

No matter how hard he struggled, these cruel and vicious little things would not leave him.

"ha!"

Matthew's roar was a bit sharp, but no one was in the mood to mock him for breaking his voice.

The two weapons pressed down on both sides, and a green light flashed across his body!

suppress!

Skills from barbarians.

Attacks enemies with bursts of rage turned into pressure.

The blow of Matthew, who was stepping on Hamelin's stomach, sunk Hamelin's upper abdomen deeply.

The burst of pressure turned Hamelin like a squeezed can, and after an indescribable noise was made, pus and blood splashed everywhere!

The yellow-green paste with unformed mouse embryos looks disgusting like golden juice with broken pieces.

Among them, it rushed to Matthew's keen nasal cavity with a strong stench.

Those not-so-slow shadow rats had already clinged to Matthew, but the power that the weakened Hamelin could provide to the shadow rats began to fade.

Streams of blood splashed from Matthew's legs and fell on Hamelin's body.

The group of shadow rats can't completely devour everything in their mouths now, and Hamelin's death is coming!

"die!"

Rumlow raised the sledgehammer again and slammed it down heavily on Hamelin's head.

His anger is full!

This time, the Hammer of the Ancestors directly smashed Hamelin's head into a puddle of flesh, and then everything Hamelin made was turned into ashes in an instant!

The group of shadow rats clinging to Luke's body also disappeared in an instant, revealing the bloody chest and the legs with only bones left stained red by the flowing blood.

He still stood firmly in place, but the blood continued to flow.

...

"Madock, I don't understand why you would eliminate it for this."

Bulkeso took out another bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.

"If there is a child who trusts you, looks forward to your strength, and then dies under your negligence. Can you still say that?"

Maddock raised his head and looked at Bulkelso in front of him.

"I don't know, but I know I can't save everyone."

Bulkeso didn't care about Maddock's question.

Should heroes save everyone?

No hero has ever been able to do this, and the way to save the world is always accompanied by sacrifices.

"I failed to save Deckard Cain, and I failed to save Leah, and even now everyone in the shelter is displaced, avoiding Malthael's not serious search."

Bulkeso took a sip of his drink.

"But can you say I haven't changed anything? I'll mourn, but leave no legend in the name of sorrow, Maddock! Sadness is never worthwhile."

Bulkelso put down the wine bottle in his hand and walked towards the golden portal leading to the secret realm.

Rumlow and the others won, but they needed some help with their bodies covered in bruises.

It is not a violation of the rules to intervene after the rift is over.

After all, the blood bottle is not omnipotent, and those thirty seconds are the most enough time for them to watch a life die.

Now Rumlow and the others are real barbarian fighters.

"Why can you ignore these?"

Maddock grabbed the handle of the giant ax and shouted at Bulkelso.

"Because I'm not a prophet, I only fight to the last moment when death is inevitable. And before you meet an invincible opponent, you still have a choice."

Bulkelso's figure got into the secret realm thoroughly, leaving Maddock looking at the projection above his head.

When the identities of prophet and warrior are combined, it may not be a good thing for a barbarian.

Even though Maddock has never escaped a battle, he who can know the result in advance always has the right to choose that others do not have.

Choice will lead to hesitation, and those who hesitate will always be immersed in the past and cannot extricate themselves.

"Well, Maddock, your heir is doing well."

Tariq put his hand on Maddock's shoulder, and watched the projection of Bulkeso put the medicine bottle in Luke's mouth.

"Madock, you have to know that Nielasek made the wrong choice in complex thinking. The barbarian doesn't need to think so much, as long as he knows what is right, and then walks on this road is enough .”

Kerik held the brazier in his hand and walked towards the gate of the holy mountain.

As the most conscientious gatekeeper of the holy mountain, he was about to welcome a new visitor.

Shengshan told him that those human beings had an existence somewhat similar to him, and he planned to see if he could get an heir.

"Olak, do you really dislike this girl? She's been doing pretty well so far."

Banal didn't get involved in the topic of the Gatekeepers of the Holy Mountain. He knew about Maddock's past and expressed his disdain for it.

As if he never looked down on those elders, Berserker Banal only likes fighting, the kind of fighting that doesn't require thinking!

"Who can turn the tide all the time? Bulkelso?"

Seeing Jessica hiding in the underground labyrinth in the projection, Orac was a little shaken.

Everything that Jessica encountered was almost the same as his experience at the time, and what happened next was the real test.

The pain of being almost suffocated by the passage blocked by the walking corpses moved Aurak a little.

"Death coming at a gallop will not leave too much pain. When death is approaching slowly, it is the beginning of despair."

Olak muttered casually, his face fell into the shadows as he lowered his head.

...

"Die!"

Jessica smashed the head of the walking corpse closest to her with a frantic fist, and then cut off the arm reaching her with an axe.

Jessica, who was forced by the walking dead to return to the house, was lucky enough to find the secret door hidden under the carpet. When she entered the house, she tripped over the carpet and found this chance of survival.

Jessica got into the maze, pulled the door of the maze, and then listened to the dense sound from the door in the darkness.

The sound was like the old-fashioned blackboard in the community school being scratched by fingernails.

These subtle movements in the darkness were magnified, and Jessica felt deeply uneasy.

Jessica held the weapon tightly in her hands. The rotting gravy from the walking corpses made the ax handle a little slippery, and the lingering stench was not worth paying attention to.

In the constant fighting, Jessica has become accustomed to this smell.

Most underground labyrinths have hidden vents, but this place is different.

Jessica could feel the deadness, her breathing became less smooth.

...

"That labyrinth doesn't look like it's been repaired yet, the torches don't even exist."

Banal looked at the projection screen processed by the holy mountain, and made a "smack" sound in his mouth.

"There are no vents in that place, and the only way to survive is to kill all the walking corpses."

Olak looked at Jessica's terrified expression on the projection, and said without emotion.

"How long did you block the walking dead with that door?"

Banal's eyes turned red, now is his best chance to get to know his idol.

"I don't know, but the walking corpse obviously won't open the secret door. If she just waits like this, she will only gradually weaken until she dies."

Aurak's first choice after getting into the maze was to push open the secret door, putting himself in a state where he only needed to face a small number of walking corpses at the same time.

After the walking corpse has passed the calf, shift the position again, and repeat the process.

If Jessica chose to stay behind the secret door and wait for death without doing anything, then the ancestors would have no interest in watching a human die with decay.

"Those guys don't need to breathe, so how did you manage to retreat all the way to the end without suffocating?"

Banal looked at the sitting Aurak with some curiosity.

"Break a crack in the wall with a slam. It only takes two or three burials to get the air out of here."

Oracle said coldly.

Banal would always find time to chat with him after he died.

This chatter continued until Banal appeared on the holy mountain in the form of a spirit.

The two dead people don't need to discuss the techniques of fighting anymore, because there is no need for it at that time.

After all, the soul after death will never become stronger again.

So the two ancestors haven't chatted together for a long time.

"Which tribe did Bulkelso come from? I've never heard it mentioned."

Banal looked at Jessica's panicked expression in the projection above his head, and started looking for topics out of boredom.

"Wildfowl? Thunder? Or the Great Bear Tribe? That guy is always chatting with Korick, and he likes to wield Whirlwind, and he has such a strong physique."

"Buck Tribe, Bulkelso was born in the Buck Tribe, just like Volusk."

Hailab the Conqueror jumped out and spoke to Banal.

None of the ancestors on the holy mountain knew the existence of Bulkelso more than he did.

Korik was the leader of the Wildfowl Tribe before he received the call of the ancestors, and Whirlwind was the signature of the Thunder Tribe.

A strong physique is the style of the Big Bear Tribe.

"Before he called..."

Hailab turned around to look at this point, and continued talking when there was no sign of Bulkelso around.

"When he was still called Shirtless Tie, God knows why he was called that name. At the beginning, he was stupid. He just completed all the training tasks on time and according to the amount every day, then ate, then slept, and the second The day goes on, without even saying a word.

I always thought he was an idiot, until one day he came to me early in the morning and said he was going to change his name.

You know, there's no reason to change a barbarian's name casually.

So I rejected him, who knew that he would become stronger rapidly, as if every time he killed a demon, he would become stronger immediately.

Until after several decades, he became Bull Casso, and he became like a savage.

That bastard grabbed me and beat me up for seven days! "

When Hailab said this, he shrank his neck in fear.

"Since then, it's been like a different guy, and he doesn't have those weird ideas anymore.

Can you believe that guy asked me where Bul Kessel was when he first met me?

If I knew where my ancestors were, would I stay on the holy mountain and watch the savages continue to die at the hands of demons?

So I told him 'Bulkesor is in every savage's heart' and he went down the mountain. "

Hailab babbled at Banal, and Aurak, who was a little unbearable, directly picked up the God of War Blade and slapped him down on the snow.

"Bur Kasso is the last member of the Buck Tribe. The walker before him, Kyle Oldvari, was considered to be the last survivor of the Buck Tribe. Until Bur Kasso appeared."

Orac glanced at the projection, and then said to Banal.

"The stag tribe is strong and intelligent, and they can quickly master the skills of other tribes, perhaps because of their bloodline inheritance.

Do you see anyone on the holy mountain who has mastered all the skills of barbarians like him? Even talents can be mastered! Sonya couldn't do that. For this reason he was identified as the next Immortal King. "

Aurak retracted the God of War Blade that was pressed on Hylab's head to his waist, and then stood up.

He didn't want to wait any longer for Jessica Jones to make a choice.

At that time, he only hesitated for a few breaths, but now, after chatting for so long, Jessica still cowered behind the secret door.

It looks like this trial will have to last for a long time.

"Am I the only one who doesn't know about Bulkelso's past?"

Banal helped Hailab on the ground and asked.

"No one cares about Bulkasso's past except you. Anyway, he is already the strongest multi-barbarian. Is there anything else that needs to be investigated?"

Hailab showed a smile on his face, and then sat where Aurlak had been sitting.

...

"Are you here to accept the trial?"

Korick said to Steve in front of him, and when he saw the shield, he was obviously dissatisfied.

"Hi, I'm here to look for Rumlow."

Steve looked at Kerik's illusory body in front of him, and didn't show any surprise in his eyes.

After all, after encountering angels, demons, and vampires one after another, he had gotten used to these strange existences.

It doesn't seem like a big deal that there are ghosts in this world.

"Aww."

Kerik looked a little disappointed, then put the brazier in his arms on the ground, turned around and left.

The brazier was a gift he was going to give to his heirs. After all, people who had just climbed the holy mountain would still feel uncomfortable in the cold wind.

He is different from Maddock. Maddock himself does not choose an heir, but he has never been wanted to succeed him.

After all, among the three ancestors who were the gatekeepers of the holy mountain, he was the only one who did not have a legend conferred by his own name.

Everyone knows that the legendary power on the Proof of Shame is bestowed by Tariq, but he is different.

In his hand was the weapon he had taken from the enemy commander at the battle of Fort Bastin.

Because of this story, the weapon became known as "The Power of Bastin".

Korik originally planned to call it "Korik's Frenzy", but the spread of this name was too weak, and over time it became the name "Bastine's Power".

And the legend of Korik was forgotten intentionally or unintentionally.

"Well, can I go up there?"

Steve glanced at the brazier on the ground, but didn't come to it.

Some places have unique cultures and traditions, and Steve will not make rash moves.

"Aww."

Kerik responded casually, and left directly in front of the gate of the holy mountain.

Clearly he wasn't very happy.

Steve was a little confused, he carefully avoided the brazier on the ground, and walked directly behind Kerik.

There was no exchange of the slightest bit between Klick and Steve along the way.

Korik really wanted an heir. After all, even Madoc and Tariq had heirs, and Korik, who was also known as the three ancestors, didn't want to be out of the group.

He just didn't want to be out of the group, not envious.

Not far behind them, Hawkeye came here with Natasha trembling in the cold wind.

Natasha was targeted by Harrogas Mountain because of the extra coat she was wearing.

After all, everyone should be tested in the same situation, which is only fair.

The coat on his body can keep the body warm, but it can't resist the cold wind on the holy mountain of Harrogas.

That coldness acts on the mind.

"Natasha, there is a brazier there, it seems that it is specially prepared for us. You go to warm up first."

Hawkeye saw the brazier on the ground at a glance, and said to the black widow.

He looked up at the projection that was still there, curious about the panicked Jessica inside.

Panic has always been getting stronger and stronger. When a person is thinking wildly in the dark, his thoughts can easily get out of control, and the panic will increase accordingly.

Your best bet for avoiding panic is to find something to do.

"Are all these savages so considerate?"

A seductive smile subconsciously appeared on Natasha's face, and the expression of biting the corner of her mouth was very seductive.

"I haven't experienced this kind of treatment, maybe preferential treatment for ladies?"

Hawkeye made a little joke, and walked to the brazier with Natasha.

"Aren't you worried about the captain?"

Natasha was a little puzzled about Hawkeye's actions, but she didn't have too much doubt.

After all, among the three people who came here, only Hawkeye was experienced.

"Here, anyone with courage can climb the mountain. I don't think the captain will lack courage. I didn't see him along the way. Maybe he has already gone up."

Hawkeye glanced at the surrounding environment and saw two rows of footprints on the ground.

That was left by Kerrick and Steve. The ancestors on the sacred mountain of Harrogath are not the kind of ghosts who walk on the snow without a trace, they are different.

For example, they can touch everything here, including snow of course.

"Then let's just go. I don't think it's a good idea to touch these things without permission."

As an elite agent, Black Widow knows exactly what she is doing, this time it is not a hidden mission, and there is no need to steal information.

She still doesn't want to experience anything weird when she sees it.

Especially this time, the target is not those scumbag organizations that don't even recognize her face.

"Let's go."

Hawkeye spat out two words, and followed Steve's footprints on the ground to avoid the brazier.

It is not difficult to distinguish the owner of these two sets of footprints. After all, only Steve came up from the bottom of the mountain, so the footprints extending all the way are naturally his.

...

"Sir, what's your name?"

As Steve walked, he gradually saw the wreckage of buildings everywhere in Harrogas.

He didn't think much about this unfinished building-like project, he just recorded the road silently in his heart.

Before carrying out this mission, he was ready to fight and carefully studied the collected information.

But now it seemed that he hadn't reached the point where he had to fight, which made him let his guard down a little.

"Korik, the gatekeeper of the Holy Mountain."

Korik replied casually, this time he didn't reply with an "ow".

After all, there is no need to carry the emotion of disappointment all the time, as if he despises Maddock who is always immersed in disappointment.

Klick believes that no matter what kind of emotion it is, it does not need to last forever, and love will become stronger, but it does not need to be said all the time.

Anger builds strength, but you can't be angry all the time.

The stronger the emotion, the harder it is to think.

It's as boring as if Maddock would not choose an heir because of his own mistakes. What's the use of emotions that last so long that everyone else forgets them except himself?

Can hating Diablo for 10,000 years kill this demon?

Protracted emotions serve no purpose other than to move oneself.

This is the free and easy that belongs to Kerik.

Of course it's okay to say he's cold.

Five chapters for 4D conversion, 102 chapters for debt repayment, 2 chapters for debt repayment, and one chapter for monthly bill renewal.

101 chapters are currently owed.

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