Dark Savages Come To the United States Chapter 177

The latest website: Luke squatted behind a rock on the holy mountain of Harrogath, holding a habanero, and squatting like a blind stream with a piece of black bread in his hand, and he almost put his hand in his cuff.

The brown bread in his hand was taken to make him appear less deliberate, and he didn't think about the fact that he was as deliberate as running behind the stone to eat.

Every now and then he stuck his head out from behind the rock and looked ahead at Jessica Jones who was wielding a handaxe.

He still cares a little about Maddock's words, maybe he cares about Jessica Jones.

Luke always had a sense of doom after his face-to-face with Jessica.

It's just that his head has long fallen in the eyes of Jessica Jones and Olak.

After all, a black head grew out of a stone piled with snow, as conspicuous as a mushroom growing on a mop that had been left for a long time.

"that is?"

Jessica was still wielding a hand axe, and was practicing the combat technique of slamming.

During this time, Olak didn't teach her much, just kept demonstrating this trick and watching her train.

Although this is the first time she has touched a hand axe, she has already wielded it like a warrior.

At least if you use it to fight others, the weapon is no longer a burden that may hurt yourself at any time.

Jessica asked Olak who was standing in front of her very casually.

Orak's burly figure is very dazzling no matter what time it is.

"Madok's heir, although not physically coordinated, is a rare good seedling."

Olak didn't even turn his head, he said faintly. He wanted Luke to be his heir, but couldn't beat Maddock.

The breath of Luke Cage was not contaminated with the rich stench brought by many evil deeds. Coupled with that good physical quality, the ancestors are very satisfied.

It's a pity that when facing Maddock, Olak failed to win.

As an ancestor older than the "Three Silly", Olak also had to admit that he was surpassed by his younger generation.

Now that the days of Jessica's challenge are not far off, Olak's heart has no turbulence.

Watching a warrior step into his secret realm, Olak has experienced it many times.

Out of respect for a life, Olak decided from the beginning that he would teach Jessica enough.

But for Jessica's sins, Olak did not intend to turn a blind eye.

So Olak was not very enthusiastic.

His secret realm, no matter what, is not a place that can be easily challenged.

As one of the first renters on the holy mountain of Harrogath, who has experienced the most tragic battles, he is also very helpless that he has not found a successor who has such a glimmer of hope.

Few of the people he selected had broken into the second secret realm, and a few of them soon lost their lives in the battle that followed.

When he watched those barbarian recruits step into the secret realm, he tried to dissuade them more than once.

Because after his death, the barbarians no longer need a **** of war who can always turn the tide.

But Olak said nothing in the end, no one can stop a person from making his own choice, as long as that choice does not violate morality and justice.

The secret realm has never been a place to delay time. There is no food and water there. If you can't succeed before you starve to death, then burying your bones is the only result.

Orak looked at the temple of the elders in the distance, and a trace of melancholy flashed on his overly decent face.

There are many savages buried in his secret realm, and those recruits have no glory and no experience. Therefore, they can hardly be found on the holy mountain.

The legendary weapon, the God of War's Blade, has never been a weapon favored by barbarians, and even he himself does not feel how powerful the weapon that condenses his legend is.

This legend is just the most helpless choice.

No matter how basic and commonly used slam is, it is just a skill that breeds anger. There is no earth-shattering power, at least compared to those widely used skills.

"Then why didn't he go to training? Instead, he looked at me with pity?"

Jessica observed Luke's eyes, and an inexplicable feeling was drawing a question mark in her heart.

The movements of the hands have also become slower, and although there is no out of shape, it cannot be called a focused practice.

She vaguely felt what she was about to face, but she acted like she didn't know anything.

To be honest, Jessica could feel Luke's feeling, but she didn't dare to respond.

At least until she's completely out of the shadows.

Maybe this is the way two somewhat hypocritical people get along?

"You'll have to ask Maddock then."

Olak isn't going to talk too much about it, because nothing can change his approach.

Barbarians don't value words, only actions.

A chance of life and death, gaining enough power to complete a person's redemption.

This kind of thing is not a loss at all, but it is not just that someone can face death without fear.

No matter how resolute the words are, actions speak for themselves.

At least Olak is not very optimistic about the girl in front of him.

Luke retracted his head from behind the rock, and then hit his nose with the hard black bread, and two bloodstains flowed directly to his chest.

Then he picked up the blood bottle and took a sip.

"Luke, why do you have pity on a stranger?"

Vader's soul appeared silently, and then sat aside, asking with a trace of sarcasm.

"Don't you feel pity for a man destined to face death?"

Luke said in a matter-of-fact tone, a little surprised.

This revealed stupid words and Vader laughed outright.

"Who is not destined to die? You? Or me? Or Burkeseau?"

Vader laughed wildly, even a little bit piercing.

Even though the merchant Vader gave up his life as an adventurer, he was once a good warrior.

In other words, it is the rarest existence among barbarians who do not know how to fight at all.

Even at the last moment of his life, Vader, like a warrior, chose to pick up the weapon around him and charged towards the demon.

There is one person on this mountain, who is not facing death in life.

And Bulkessel faced death itself, and by the way, smashed the dark soul stone.

"I mean, that girl...she's so young...why..."

Luke hesitated.

Being mocked by Vader made him seem a little cramped.

"Enough, Luke! Don't go against your feelings because of your inexplicable love."

Vader interrupted Luke roughly, what Luke was thinking was no secret to these ancestors.

Their existence is not short, and very few things will surprise them.

"The stench on the girl's body can't be washed off even by wiping her body with the snow from the holy mountain of Harrogath."

"I just……"

"You just haven't thought about how to deal with your inner impulses. Young people always like to touch themselves."

Vader grinned with disdain and grinned.

How many shares of affection have become the touch of self-persuasion? If they really fell in love, where did the stupid wait for such a long time come back?

Vader is a barbarian with a story.

However, the story of Vader stopped bleeding and disappeared in place.

He left a fairy tale book on the ground with a silhouette of Maddock on the cover.

"Undefeated Hope on the Holy Mountain", the name of this fairy tale.

Those were some of the stories about Maddock that the ancestors of the barbarians had casually recorded.

It became the best-selling storybook in the shelter for a long time, a bestseller that lasted until the day Maddock died.

Vader paid a small price for the largely out-of-print storybook from an unknown ancestor.

It's a savage fairy tale, a tale of hope for children born in a **** world.

Although that hope eventually died.

Along with Mount Arreat.

"I just don't understand why people are never tolerant of mistakes, even if it's a good person."

Luke actually understood, but the throbbing in his heart made him reluctant to understand.

Maybe blood can really effectively lower a person's IQ, and Luke is far from being a smart and calm person.

Jessica Jones may deserve pity, but no one has the right to say anything to forgive her.

Olak and Bourkessel gave her a chance to atone for her sins, provided she survived.

She was not like Rumlow at the time, she needed the power of the proof of shame to wake up. She was sober, but she lacked the courage to take it.

And Rumlow was standing on the roof of the unfinished new Seschelon with an empty wine bottle, looking into the distance, with Talic sitting cross-legged beside him.

They are not training now, after all training is always boring.

The snow on the holy mountain of Harrogath was gradually reduced, and the climate could not always be the same.

Talic took out a bottle of wine from the pile of building materials and placed it at Rumlow's feet.

Not all of the location of his collection was told to Maddock, after all he needed some space of his own.

"Why, are you going to feel unfair like that idiot Luke?"

Tariq said so in a calm tone.

"I'm thinking, what did you give to make Bourkesso give up and send me to die on the spot?"

Rumlow looked at Jessica who was wielding an axe in a perfunctory manner and spoke slowly.

"That's not something you should worry about right now."

Tarek inserted the certificate of shame in his hand into the stone below him. Although the new Seschelon was only half-built, it already had a general shape.

Tariq motioned for Rumlow to hold the rough handle of the Proof of Shame's forearm.

"You know what? I tried to redeem a lot of people with this weapon before I became a soul, but they all failed to survive from Bourkessel's hands."

After looking at the handle of the Proof of Shame that Rumlow was holding, Tariq spoke with a slightly heavy voice.

His age is not much different from Bourkeseau, and the two active years basically coincide.

"Because they ended up taking the dirty road anyway?"

Rumlow spoke his conjecture as if he had been prepared.

"Because they don't know who they are after the redemption is completed. However, when they find themselves, they are burdened with more filthy filth in their madness."

Talic did not shy away from telling the ending of those guys.

"Maybe one day I will face Bulkessel's weapons, and you have paid the price for me."

Rumlow tried to draw the Proof of Shame, but gave up after a few tries.

That legend is still too heavy for him now, just like he can't open the door of that pickup.

"For those bastards, I owe Bourkessel hundreds of promises in total, half of which are for him to keep believing in me and the proof of shame."

Rumlow's mouth twitched slightly when he heard Tarek's answer.

Hundreds of failures are definitely not a small number.

"If it were me, I might not trust you again when you fail the third time."

Rumlow pretended to be relaxed.

"Before they died, they took away thousands of times the number of demons, just like what you did before."

Those who Talic once gave the opportunity, each of them wielded a butcher's knife at the demon at the beginning, and made up for the mistakes of the past in the continuous fight.

Then after redemption, he lost his purpose, and gradually became mad in emptiness.

When they find themselves back, they are always completely crazy without exception.

"I had suspected that the Proof of Disgrace was a weapon made by Billie, because Bulkesso could restore the full face of the weapon, but even the strongest and burly warrior could not wield the weapon in its full form smoothly."

As a weapon that only barbarians can use, the Proof of Shame is already cut off.

This kind of strange power is exactly the same as the routine of the King of Lies.

According to Bourkesso, the complete Proof of Shame is hardly a weapon that normal humans can use.

But that size may be almost just right for a **** demon king.

"What about your legend?"

Rumlow doesn't care much about the future that hasn't happened yet. After all, it hasn't come yet, so worrying too early is unnecessary.

Right now, he just wanted to know what kind of power Talic's legend gave him.

"Cleave, my legend is on this weapon."

Tarek pointed to the evidence of shame around him.

After being used by Tarik, the Proof of Shame was infected with his legendary power.

The Proof of Shame has truly taken on the shape of Tarek, a power that can quadruple the power of Cleave based on anger.

Talic said expressionlessly. As Talic, who was dubbed the title of defender, the ultimate legend was a skill that could damage a group of enemies at the same time.

This may be the reason why he always leans against the gate of the holy mountain and does not let any enemy pass by.

"This time if I bear the sin again, I hope you can solve me yourself."

Rumlow recalled the power he showed when he wanted to kill him at the time, and spoke to Tariq very calmly.

He didn't care about the scale, and he wasn't afraid of crazy results.

At least the current Rumlow has not completely solved all the problems, those Hydras have never been something that can be easily dealt with.

"I've basically relieved myself of my duty to guard the gates of the holy mountain, and if there ever comes a day, I will."

Tariq's figure disappeared, and there was only a bottle of wine left on the ground that was slowly freezing in the cold wind of Harrogath.

The Holy Mountain shelters the souls and possessions of the barbarians, but that property needs to be buried in the land of the Holy Mountain.

If Rumlow didn't pick up the bottle again, it would probably freeze.

Tony was sitting there dumbfounded, looking at Pebo in front of him.

If it wasn't for Pepper's repeated insistence that she didn't drink, Tony would have thought that everything before was an hallucination after he drank too much.

Absurd truths are always hard to accept, aren't they?

After responding to the security team's inquiries perfunctorily, Tony sat motionless at the table.

His security team was mostly there to keep reporters out, since few would choose to attack him.

Stark Group, as the largest high-end arms supplier, half of them would not want to trouble him.

Everything that happened before impacted Tony's worldview in a short period of time. After all, magic, something that went against his understanding, was a little more exciting.

Although Tony believes that what the ancient one showed can also be done with technology, it is an unfamiliar system after all.

"I always feel that what happened today is a little too mysterious."

Tony whispered, picked up the phone and dialed Peggy Carter.

When encountering some supernatural events, it is more appropriate to choose to leave it to a professional.

Even the poorest professionals can make some useful suggestions.

Although Stark Industries is rich, Peggy Carter is obviously more trustworthy when facing these strange people.

"Hey, that Aunt Peggy, I encountered something unusual, can you find a professional to come to me?"

Tony was very respectful when he spoke, and would use an inquiring tone to talk.

He usually asks others to do things with a commanding forehead. After all, this person is an elder he respects, and he is a professional.

"I'll send someone over as soon as possible."

Peggy Carter, who received Tony's call, thought for a while and immediately contacted his niece.

That blacksmith shop is not a completely unfamiliar place to her, whether it is Dugan or Nick Fury more or less mentioned this location.

Steve even mentioned it once a while ago.

So Peggy Carter felt that it was better to handle this matter a little more seriously, at least not to give any taken-for-granted advice over the phone.

Now in S.H.I.E.L.D., only Sharon can trust her, and Nick Fury doesn't trust him very much even if Peggy Carter is not injured.

Dugan was sent for treatment, the kind of injury that burns a leg is not easy.

Sharon Carter didn't have time to tell her everything that happened before.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has secrecy regulations, which Peggy Carter knows very well.

At this time, Peggy Carter was like an old lady who didn't know anything, lying peacefully in bed waiting for sleepiness.

When people get old, sleepiness will be very light, and it will not come regularly.

As for the death of the werewolf and the mummy, her ears have not yet reached her ears, so her mental state is not bad.

What happened before was temporarily suppressed in Tony's heart. Whether it was the magical mage or the Winter Soldier who was mistakenly killed by him before, he couldn't let him express his emotions on his face for a long time.

As the largest shareholder of the Stark Group, if Tony didn't even have this point, how could there be a big group?

Although Obadiah's credit is indispensable, it does not mean that Tony knows nothing about this set.

In fact, Playboy is also a technical job, at least this shows that Tony is not the kind of technical person who has no social activities at all.

Just after Sharon Carter received the task from her aunt, she was rushing towards Bulkessel's blacksmith shop, and Tony was looking at the pickup forged by Bulkesoe.

Sharon Carter didn't dare to tell her aunt on the phone what happened in S.H.I.E.L.D., which was too exciting for an old man.

Tony was walking outside the house to change the air when he saw three cars crashing into a puddle in front of the door, and then became a little interested in the undamaged pickup.

Then that little interest turned into curiosity, so now he's circling the pickup.

His car is definitely one of the top in the world, but under the collision, it didn't even leave a scratch on the pickup.

This car is definitely different, and Tony judged it right the first time.

Whether it is the difference in materials or technology, Tony will be intensely curious.

As a source of productivity for a technology company, Tony is always curious about all new things.

Perhaps it was curiosity that suppressed all the fluctuations in his heart. At this time, his attention was all concentrated in front of him, and even Peibo around him was inadvertently ignored.

But this situation may be a good thing for him, at least he doesn't have to focus on the previous changes.

If the blood splattered on the pickup hadn't made the dude a little nauseous, he might have gotten in through the car window and studied it.

There are traces on the whole car that are different from modern industrial manufacturing, and Tony was surprised by the decoration on the front cover that was integrated with the car body.

No company would make decorations in this cost-increasing way, if industrial creations~www.mtlnovel.com~ this way, which requires a separate instrument, is not very affordable.

Not to mention how strange it is to have a car without a tailpipe before there is a controlled clean energy vehicle in this era.

"Can this car really drive?"

Tony had already circled the pickup, and finally decided to look through the window.

He has seen a series of unimaginable things, so one more seems to be no problem.

Pepper tried to hold Tony, because the blood and meat sauce on the pickup made her a little uneasy.

Pepe saw the checkbook on the seat from the car window, something Tony had carried with her, of course she was familiar with it.

"I think it's better to wait a little bit, it's very weird in here."

Pepper tries to stop Tony's rash behavior, even though she knows how powerless she is in the face of Tony's curiosity.

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