Dark Savages Come To the United States

A banquet with only three people was held.

Gu Yi and Bulkelso were still the same as before, wearing thin clothes and walking among the snow on the holy mountain of Harrogath.

And poor Jill was wrapped like a ball at this time, even so he could still feel the cold surrounding him.

"Jill, on the day you become a warrior, you will walk from here to the Temple of the Elders with a small hand ax and a broken wooden buckler bare-shouldered, and then accept the test of the ancestors!"

"Although those ferocious beasts can no longer be found on the mountain now, it may be enough for your body to achieve this level."

Bulkelso's words sounded exaggerated, and there was a heartfelt smile on Zhang Zhang's majestic face, so Jill didn't believe it.

He thought it was an adult's lie, just to amuse him and have fun.

"I can definitely do it, don't underestimate me!"

Jill swears loudly in order to prevent Bulkelso from achieving his "evil" purpose!

There are countless ancestors' souls wandering on the sacred mountain of Harrogath. Most of the time, they can't communicate with people, and they don't show up.

But when they heard such a "weak" child responding so loudly to the next immortal king they recognized, they still couldn't hold back their curiosity and appeared.

When Jill appeared on the holy mountain of Harrogas, all the ancestors felt that the child was weaker than the barbarians, as if he was about to die of illness.

But upon hearing his proclamation, what brave savage would not want to see the brave boy?

Okay, that's an interesting misunderstanding, but straight-sucking savages don't mind that.

"Bulkelso, where did you find such a brave kid? Let me be his examiner when he accepts the test! I have defeated that tough guy, the King of Plague, let him enter my secret realm !"

An ancestor jumped out, shouting loudly at Bulkelso.

This volume is considered hoarse even for barbarians who are used to loud voices.

The loud noise scared Jill one, and he almost fell to the ground and rolled out like a ball.

"Madock! Don't make it sound like it's so difficult to defeat the plague king. I chopped up the neck-choker in three or two strokes. It's a waste to give you this good seedling. Do you want him to learn from you? For a Did the voice of unknown origin just die alone in some corner?"

Another ancestor jumped out and began to fight for the power inherited by Jill, and even mentioned Maddock's pain points to attack him.

"Amber! You have been dead for countless years! Your methods are already outdated!"

"Ha! You will lose all the weapons of glory. Didn't you see those little guys holding 'Madoc's Sorrow'!"

As for the other Patriarchs, their interest in Jill had been dampened by the quarrel between Maddock and Amber.

After all, what soul doesn't have some glorious past in this place?

Even the most of these souls are those barbarians whose names have not been handed down. For them, watching the jokes of Maddock and Amber seems to be more important.

They basically gave up the idea of ​​competing for this brave heir, and the best warrior naturally inherited the best inheritance.

Most of these barbarian ancestors thought so.

At this time, Jill really realized that the exaggerated test method that Bulkelso said before was not a joke.

His feet were soft and he slipped to the ground, and at the same time he felt chills.

But thinking of the scene of the battle between Bulkelso and Death, he had a strong impulse in his heart for the first time. This time, he wanted to become stronger not for others, not for revenge.

He wanted to gain strength from the bottom of his heart, and wanted to be that barbarian warrior who dared to copy weapons and slash hard no matter what he faced.

What he pursues may not be strength, but the kind of fearless bravery.

"These spirits seem to be different from ghosts?"

Gu Yi looked at the ancestors who suddenly appeared, and asked Bulkeso curiously.

"The holy mountain of Harrogas shelters the barbarians, and the souls of the barbarians will not be destroyed, nor will they leave the holy mountain. Except for those three special beings."

With that hearty smile on his face, Bulkelso answered Gu Yi.

Souls are not indestructible creations in the world of Diablo, but only the barbarian ancestors on the sacred mountain of Harrogath are special.

Their experience and will will live on.

"Bulkelso, those funny guys have been on the mountain for several days, what are we going to do?"

An ancestor was speaking to Bulkasso, looking at his expression, it seemed that he had a big opinion on these agents who took the liberty to come.

"What's the matter? What else can those guys find on the mountain that they shouldn't see?"

Bulkelso responded to the ancestor with a boring tone.

"Mainly, their way of searching is starting to get a little too much."

Hearing these words, Bulkelso devoted his mind to the holy mountain of Harrogas, and looked at the team of agents with the help of his ancestors.

...

"Captain! There is nothing on this damn mountain. We have been here for several days, and there is no way to climb to the top of the mountain!"

An agent dressed in thick clothes said to Rumlow who was walking in the front, and kicked away a stone buried in the snow by the way.

This was the first time he had kicked this rock away. Ever since they climbed this weird mountain, every day seemed to be spinning in circles.

But I couldn't find the track where I came.

Even though it left a mark in place, after turning around, it seemed to return to the original place, but the mark left disappeared.

After these guys came to the holy mountain of Harrogas, they moved towards the top of the mountain every day, but they couldn't get even one step closer to the top of the mountain.

Even with a high-tech positioning device, they can only see their position and stay in place.

If it weren't for the exhaustion from their bodies, they all began to wonder if they had fallen into a dream.

"Are you trying to say that we should go back?"

Rumlow looked at the partner who asked the question with anger in his eyes.

If anyone is under the most pressure these days, who else can it be besides Rumlow who leads the team?

From the day they arrived, this mountain has given these seasoned agents a strong sense of frustration, the feeling that they are moving towards the goal, but everything tells them that they are doing futile work, it is really too bad up.

Even though these guys have seen countless supernatural events, a situation like this one is unheard of.

"Are we going back in such a desperate way? We haven't seen any danger these days, what do you mean just go back like this!?"

Brock Rumlow, with the name of Crossbones, is one of the best front-line fighters in S.H.I.E.L.D. Although he is not the kind of reckless guy, his patience is also worn out in this endless white snow It's clean.

"Captain, I mean do you want to seek support from the headquarters?"

The nervous team member who was made nervous by Rumlow's roar spoke a little timidly.

You must know that Rumlow has always been irritable, and this poor member does not want to attract a lot of abuse.

Every surface of Harrogath Mountain has been stained with demonic flesh, and those who are not frank at heart will only be turned away here.

After all, how can a guy who can't even face himself be called brave?