Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Ha, Matthew, I had a great time today!"

Luke Cage wore a belt like hemp rope around his waist, and shouted loudly at Matthew.

Passed the third level of Maddock's trial today, and the endless spiders made him experience the feeling of having to move if he doesn't want to be submerged.

But when he wielded his war blade to imitate the barbarian's whirlwind movement, those smashed spiders made him feel particularly enjoyable.

Although because of imitating Whirlwind, he seemed to have sprained his waist, and now he was lying on the hard stone bed and laughing.

And he got a belt made of rags from those spiders, which made him feel a lot more flexible.

"It seems that you are getting along well with Maddock now."

Matthew knew Madoc's name from Reco, and also knew that the ancestor Madoc was considered the most powerful among the barbarians on the entire holy mountain, but he didn't have the slightest jealousy.

This blind warrior possessed an unshakable will, and his nobility was further recognized by Reco.

"Please don't mention him..."

Speaking of Madock, Luke Cage completely collapsed on the stone bed.

During these days, he really felt that he was getting stronger little by little, but every time he faced Madock, it was like the day he just arrived.

He couldn't feel any changes in himself from Maddock's body.

"By the way, have you learned those combat skills?"

Matthew thought that during the day, Reco had already started teaching him the skills of charging, and couldn't help but wonder if Luke was also learning.

"Madock said he would teach me when I could learn to wield a weapon."

Luke Cage put his face on the stone bed and responded muffled.

After coming to the holy mountain of Harrogath, Luke Cage began to immerse himself in the direct and hearty rhythm of life that belonged to the barbarians after he no longer had to look at the painful living environment in Hell's Kitchen.

Although he has not seen other living people on this mountain except Matthew.

Matthew was not surprised by what Luke said.

It's as if after he got superhuman senses, he didn't pay much attention to detection.

Possessing extraordinary physical strength among ordinary people, Luke is not like the kind of guy who is good at using weapons.

"So, you have already started learning combat skills?"

Luke jerked his head up, and then his sprained waist hit him hard.

"It's just starting to learn. According to our ancestors, our bodies are not pure enough."

At this time, Matthew and Luke had enough recognition for the group of barbarians, and they also had the idea of ​​​​joining it.

But for now, it is still a long way off for them to really obtain the Nephalem bloodline that can play a role.

At least before that, they had no chance to master the power of anger.

After all, people's physiques cannot be generalized. After all, there are very few guys who have not burned out their brains when they were in a state of extreme anger.

Is it possible that a person who has been in a state of extreme anger can transform into a Super Saiyan in addition to being angry all day?

Maybe savages can, but they're not savages yet.

The skill of Rage of the Berserker can only be mastered by those barbarians who can master anger and convert it into strength.

Otherwise, anger can only make them activate their muscles and release some powerful skills.

The power of anger is from the inside out, and when it can be controlled from the inside, this energy can activate the blood that belongs to the nephalem in their body.

The children of angels and demons are destined to be different.

"We've been here for more than half a month, and we don't know what's going on with the Hand?"

Luke thought weakly, although he was separated from modern civilization, he didn't feel bored.

After all, he is just a guy who wanders the streets and has to think about eating every day.

The life of feasting, feasting, luxury and money has nothing to do with him.

Matthew is similar. During the day, he is busy helping the poor with legal issues, and at night he has to put on tights and wander the streets and alleys to fight crime.

His life had been much easier on the sacred mountain of Harrogath.

"Perhaps they are still pursuing our news."

Matthew lay on the bed, feeling the hard touch from his back, and said in a whisper.

At this time, the Hand had basically given up on tracking down their whereabouts.

After all, this is the first time Matthew and Luke have acted against the Hand, and the Hand's hatred for them has not yet reached a certain level.

After half a month of fruitless investigation, the Hand Society also slowly calmed down.

Although Mrs. Gao couldn't forget the ax that could easily split her crutches, she could only think about it when she couldn't find the target.

But the ninjas of the Hand are not the only ones looking for Matthew and Luke, but also their acquaintances.

Matthew's good friend Virginia Nelson was already a little anxious. Although his good friend occasionally disappeared for a few days, he had never disappeared for such a long time without a message like this time.

After all, Matthew, as a lawyer who always obtains compensation for the poor, is not without enemies, so Fergie is worried about his friend.

At one point, they even conceived the idea of ​​giving up their law firm.

As for Luke, this guy disappears for a while from time to time, so no one pays attention to him.

In a place unknown to Matthew and Luke, on the square in front of the Temple of the Elders, Maddock was staying there alone.

He originally had high expectations for Luke, but now he has realized the fact that this guy is basically unlikely to be his successor.

Barbarians are just names. Although they exist in the form of tribes, they are not the kind of race that has no history or past.

If there are any naturally noble bloodlines in the world of Diablo, then the barbarians who are nephalem can definitely be among them.

They just chose this way of existence, this way of life.

But they have civilization and glory.

Madoc, the prophet, began to worry about the continuation of the race.

"Why can't Bulkesso be like Vorusk? What hope is there every day against hammers, fires, and spirits?"

"You have a wife and son, but what about them? They didn't even have their souls to appear on the holy mountain of Harrogas. They either died without glory, or they lingered in some corner and gave up the glory of barbarians!"

The figure of Vorusk appeared beside Maddock, and this was the first time that he took the initiative to talk to Maddock, which was a novel thing for Maddock. But he would rather not have experienced this kind of conversation that directly pokes at the pain point.

"After you die, the barbarian is gone? The barbarian only needs to fight. As long as the barbarian's battle is just and the goal is the same, is it important to continue or not?

Besides, there is still a Bulkelso in that world, the barbarians don't need to think so much! "

Volusk took off his helmet and lay down on the stone bricks outside the Elder's Temple.

A lazy face, and the golden hair like a lion scattered on the blue-gray stone bricks, looking extraordinarily dazzling.