Dark Savages Come To the United States

Jill and Gu Yi looked at the fierce battle between Bulkasso and Madoc, and both showed amazed expressions.

It's not that they displayed such appalling strength, but that the fighting scenes that seemed to be dancing with each other were full of fiery and heroic beauty!

When the giant ax and the two knives crisscrossed, the sparks created left brilliant colors on the pale snow.

The wind blown by the waving of the weapon blows the snowflakes that have been spared for many years on the holy mountain.

The two fighters fought against each other at a very short distance, accompanied by battle cries that rang out from time to time, every flash and move, every sharp blade was full of excitement of jumping on the edge of death.

The barbarian ancestors around had picked up their weapons, raised them high, and shouted at the battle in front of them.

When the shouts were practiced together, they brought a mysterious rhythm and sounded on this mountain full of war traces.

The howling cold wind gradually joined the feast of the barbarians, and at this time the barbaric music officially sounded!

The cries of weapons clashed like rhythmic drums, and the cries of the barbarians became an ancient song.

The stone pillars in front of the Temple of the Elders lit a fire not far away, and the raging fire melted the snow.

The ancestor spirits of those women traveled through Harrogath and began to prepare the food for today's feast.

"Ancestor Madok, no one in this world can support your desire to fight!"

Bulkelso's double knives set off a violent wind and slashed towards Madok's eyes.

"Boy, before you inherit the title of Immortal King, I will only take your words as suggestions!"

With a swift sweep of the giant ax in Maddock's hand, Bulkelso's double knives were deflected away.

Both are fighting with the minimum strength for the barbarians. Their purpose is not to decide the winner, but to use fighting and blood to let the sacred mountain of Harrogas unfold the battle that belongs to the past and the barbarians. glory.

Maddock is a legendary barbarian, even the Hell Lord would avoid fighting him.

But the heroic ancestor fell into the frenzy of battle and was buried with the corpses of the demons.

His passing was full of regrets, and this regret made him the first ancestor spirit to respond when Bulkelso used the ancestor summoning.

Bulkelso's double knives spun along with Madok's power, and after slashing across the top of his head, he slashed towards Madok again.

"I am the king of the barbarians, and even the ancestors must bow before my power and glory!"

Bulkelso began to accumulate strength on his twin swords. With limited power expenditure, Bulkelso gradually gathered his anger, accumulating the remnants of every blade collision.

At this time, he wants to use victory to draw an end to the opening ceremony of this festival!

"Then you will become the Immortal King!"

Madok roared, ignoring the double knives brandished by Bulkelso, and smashed the huge ax in his hand towards Bulkelso's head!

"ha!"

Bulkelso is very aware of the legendary power of this ancestor, the magical power that can stun opponents regardless of any conditions as long as he is willing.

That is his interpretation of anger, and it is also the embodiment of his bravery and fearlessness!

If he was hit by this blow, although the restraint of strength between the two would not seriously hurt each other, it would undoubtedly make him lose.

Bulkelso activated the skill called Ignore Pain with a loud roar!

He met Maddock's giant ax with his own head, and a scar was cut on his forehead by the rough ax blade, but the two knives in his hand also fell on Maddock's neck at the same time!

"I am destined to be the Immortal King!"

Bulkelso's double knives landed on the ground, and the body of the ancestor Madok became illusory, and then returned to the transparent color that belonged to the soul body.

Bulkelso untied the flagon from his waist, and threw the wine of this world to Madok's soul.

"So, you'd better be patient!"

Bulkelso looked at the burning braziers on the sacred mountain of Harrogath, and turned his eyes to the path up the mountain.

There some brave men climbed up.

Maddock took the jug and poured the liquor into his body that had turned into a soul.

He knew that even when he recovered to be alive, he would no longer be a match for Bulkelso.

However, right now he won't surrender.

"Wait until you actually inherit that title!"

After speaking, his figure disappeared from everyone's sight.

Jill and Gu Yi completely watched the competition, which seemed to be more dancing than fighting, and looked at Bulkeso and the gradually scattered barbarians around them, a little at a loss.

The two, who knew little about the past of the barbarians, had a strange feeling of being rejected.

"Uncle, can you do the barbecue you said now?"

Jill looked at Bulkasso in armor and whispered.

Bulkeso took off his helmet and began to put the armor on his body back into his backpack, but his eyes were still on the road up the mountain.

"My Jill, wait a minute, I want to see with my own eyes what it's like to go from fool to brave in a few days."

Speaking of which, Bulkelso had left only his skirt armor and combat boots, standing shirtless in the snow.

At this time, the ceremony of the barbarians officially began with the huge fire in front of the temple of the elders.

Looking at the burly figure in front of him, Gu Yi hesitated.

She didn't know if she was going to tell Bulkelso the future she knew.

After all, Crossbones is not a good person from any point of view.

In other words, no matter who the agents in S.H.I.E.L.D. are, they have the lives of innocent people dying in their hands.

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"Head, are these guys ghosts?"

The agent who was acting a bit cowering looked at the ancestors of the barbarians wandering around on Harrogas Mountain, and hesitated.

They've been pointing their guns at the ubiquitous creatures ever since these living ghosts came into view.

Although he has seen many supernatural beings during his missions, most of them are supernatural beings. No matter how magical those guys are, they are still within the range of human beings.

At least those guys are alive.

At this time, even the guns in their hands could not make them feel at ease.

After all, no matter what the legend is, the existence of ghosts is not something that can be attacked on the physical level.

"Shut up! Just watch!"

Rumlow yelled at his subordinates with some dissatisfaction.

Maybe this way can bring him some sense of security.

After all, for him, ghosts are also rare things that he has never seen before, so how could he not feel afraid?

When their squad reached the final steps, they saw a burly and savage looking them over.

At this moment, they finally breathed a sigh of relief, because at least the figure in front of them was alive.

This can be confirmed by the mist expelled from Bulkasso's mouth and nose.

"I advise you not to point at me with the toys in your hands, or you won't be able to go back."

Bulkelso looked at these guys in front of him and kindly reminded him.

After all, no matter what the reason is, using a weapon against others is to prepare for battle.

And these guys obviously don't have the ability to survive from Bulkelso's hands.

Bulkelso's voice frightened the pair of agents. After all, the barbarian's loud voice is not something that ordinary people can adapt to.