Dark Savages Come To the United States Chapter 198

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

Maddock's eyes were a little erratic, looking at the projection above with disdain.

"That's not what you said when you were roaming the Rift, Maddock."

Tariq turned his head and glanced at Maddock, a little disdainful.

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

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

Only through that nightmarish battle can one understand the greatness of Orak.

At this moment, a fighter plane landed steadily at the foot of the holy mountain of Harrogath, and Hawkeye led Steve to jump off the fighter plane directly.

"This is the Holy Mountain of Harrogath?"

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

Although the existence of this holy mountain has been known from the information of S.H.I.E.L.D., Captain America, who came to this place for the first time, was still a little wary.

"Captain, I don't think you need such a dike."

Black Widow Natasha landed behind the two of them, her tights making her shiver in the cold wind.

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

Hawkeye said softly, and then looked a little curious at the projection on the top of the mountain.

The scale of the projection is not small at all, and you can still see some pictures clearly at the foot of the mountain.

Of course, this is for the eagle eye with excellent eyesight.

"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-resistant clothing and food from the plane, and walked straight away.

"It doesn't look like we need that much."

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

"Can the temperature here be tolerated on your combat uniform?"

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

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 overthinking things.

"Come on, as long as you are not afraid, you can naturally climb this mountain. Can you see the projection over there? Rumlow's battle can be seen there."

Hawkeye still takes care of Natasha. The friendship between the two cannot be explained by a simple colleague.

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 dense rat, and the big rat in Hamelin is still hiding in the shadows.

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

The big rat's back was covered with abscess-like wounds, and it was not filled with pus, but an endless number of little mice.

Spreading disease and bringing death is their power.

The three people who have not yet officially contacted the deity of Hamelin have begun to show their fatigue, and the group of mice like the ocean is climbing towards them almost non-stop.

"Rumlow!"

Luke swung the warblade to punch a gap in the group of rats, shouting Rumlow's name.

"Fuck!"

Rumlow uttered a foul language, raised the giant hammer above his head with both hands, and then fell heavily.

This is the first time that Rumlow has used the Ancestral Hammer. As long as the anger he has accumulated during the battle reaches the minimum release level, he will drop the hammer without hesitation.

Although Luke and Matthew can also unleash this combat skill, their heavy blows are not very effective compared to Rumlow's Ancestral Hammer, which has been augmented by the Ancestral Bracers.

As the giant hammer fell to the ground, a large area of ​​rats was shaken into blood mist, and the river of rats was disconnected for a moment.

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

"We have to get close to the big rat."

The two weapons in Matthew's hand slashed continuously, and each time he could take out a small pile of mice.

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

"How to get close? These mice can't hurt me, but I can't get past the resistance of these guys."

Luke stepped on a rat that had slipped through the net with one foot, and shouted without looking back.

"I'll go, you follow me."

Matthew aimed in Hamelin's direction and unleashed a furious 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 he was used by a light green mask.

After that, the three of them fell into the rat swarm.

"You really don't give up."

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

Then he followed closely behind Matthew.

Just when the two finally approached Hamelin, Luke raised his right leg high and stepped down.

Trample the earth!

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

Even if this is Luke's first attempt to use this skill, he doesn't know if his body is strong enough to support the release of this skill.

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

The inability to approach Hamelin means the rat cannot be defeated.

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

Everything depends on this blow!

"what!"

At this time, Rumlow slammed his legs hard, and raised the giant hammer in his hand and fell towards Hamelin's head.

Jump cut!

Flawless release!

Even if he didn't master the skill forms known as runes, the jump cut alone would allow him to get close to this annoying big rat.

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

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

Although the ground trample released by Luke was successful, the power level of the gap was too large, so that Hamelin was only dizzy for a short moment.

The released mask split the three into two parts, and Matthew and Luke faced Hamelin's cruel and cunning gaze.

"Looks like we've been fooled."

Matthew said while waving the weapon in his hand.

The axe and mace landed directly on Hamelin's head, opening a wound in the incomplete fur.

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

Luke swung the blade towards Hamelin's neck.

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

"squeak!"

Hamelin let out a roar, and the originally weak and noisy rat's cry was like a battle cry from a barbarian, full of threats.

The abscess on Hamelin's back twitched, and a group of shadow-like mice suddenly fell to the ground.

"Are you guys okay?"

Rumlow swung the giant hammer to swept away the mice on the ground, and then shouted into it.

"It doesn't look good!"

Luke raised the blade and slashed again, but the shadowy mice climbed up his trouser legs.

These mice didn't look like physical things, but the pain that gnawed at the skin made Luke even more irritable.

"what!"

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

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

In a flash, Matthew had appeared in front of Hamelin.

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

Matthew's arms unleashed tremendous force, flipping the car-sized mouse behind him!

"Come on, these little guys don't seem to be able to kill!"

After Luke failed in his attempt to destroy the Shadow Rat, he held the War Blade and released the Hammer of the First Group on Hamelin lying on the ground!

The huge hammer raged with flames and fell on the rat's abscessed abdomen!

Just when he was about to make a contribution, a rat entity hidden in the shadows climbed up on his shoulder to open the veins on the side of Luke's neck!

"Luke!"

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

"I remember that the mask is indestructible, right?"

Maddock stood up with his grief clutched in his hands, shouting with anger.

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

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

"If my heir dies, how are you going to pay me?"

Maddock gritted his teeth as he spoke.

"You never kill Hamelin again, it's just a projection."

Korrick, who hadn't seen him for a long time, walked over with a brazier and spoke to Maddock.

"The secret realm is a level that all barbarians can't get around. What do you want to do? Charge it with your axe and chop up Hamelin's projection, and then declare these seedlings worthless?"

Tariq grabbed Maddock's shoulder, anger flashing in his eyes.

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

Maddock sat back on the ground, looking at those eyes that were twinkling with anger.

"You're no longer a prophet, Maddock!

You always brought your favorite recruits into the secret realm back then, but how many recruits were bitten to death by mice that were far beyond their level?

Excessive care always leads to unexpected deaths, are you still not letting go? "

Bourkessel walked down the steps and stood beside Maddock.

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

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

Bourcasso took a bottle of wine, took a sip, and then threw it to Maddock, who was a little lost.

Maddock poured the bottle into his mouth frantically, but all the wine inside passed through his illusory body and fell to the ground.

"I want to tell him how powerful I am. Even Baal has to worry about my existence."

Maddock smashed the bottle and growled.

"That kid is not your son, you should know very well."

Tariq looked at the drink spilled on the snow and said in a low voice. It was the smallest sound he could make.

"Yeah! In order to protect the holy mountain, I have nothing left."

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

"Keep fighting, leave me alone!"

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

Shadow rats had crawled all over his lower body, sometimes showing some of Luke's limbs.

There is no flesh and blood on it, only a piece of white bone exists.

The Shadow Rats in Hamelin.

When they're not attacking, anyone treats these things as illusions.

Hamelin, as a demon with a name and a surname, has never been a waste that only summons rats.

After realizing that the Shadow Rats couldn't be eliminated at the time, Orak did everything to chop off Hamelin's head.

But he himself died in the mouths of these dangerous and strange rats.

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

But even if Bulkesso entered this secret realm, these rats could not hurt Bulkesso's powerful body, but he had no way to kill these cruel little things.

"boom!"

Luke's boneless legs stomped heavily on the ground.

This time, he has mastered the forehead of releasing the ground trampling, and Hamelin's projection is suddenly dizzy!

With Hamelin's dizziness, the green mask disappeared.

"Xia!"

Rumlow held a giant hammer with both hands high, and slammed it down heavily on Hamelin's head.

The Ancestral Hammer, which had been augmented by the Ancestor's Bracers, was directly embedded in Hamelin's jaw.

"Drink the medicine!"

While roaring, Matthew charged.

This time, the two weapons plowed through Hamelin's abscessed stomach, and clumps of yellow-green pus and a pool of unformed mouse embryos rolled to the ground.

"Madoc, I shouldn't have let you do that."

Tarik looked at the projection and said a little disappointed.

At that time, he had always seen Maddock's actions, but he had not stopped this violation of conventional practices.

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

But that savage has never been legendary.

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

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

Kelick didn't mean to comfort Maddock in the slightest, he said it coldly, his words were like the cold wind whistling past the top of the mountain.

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

If he knew, he would have stopped Maddock.

"I know! That's my fault! I never chose even one person to be my heir after that!"

Maddock slammed a punch on top of the axe.

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

"You finally made your choice, my brother."

Bourcasso sat directly beside Maddock and said loudly.

"squeak!!!"

Hamelin's severely damaged body was shaking constantly.

A hysterical cry came out of my mouth!

A projection that adapts to Matthew's limits will not be so powerful that the three of them can't fight back.

But it is not easy to kill him completely!

"quick!"

Luke shouted loudly.

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

The feeling of constantly recovering and being bitten drove him crazy.

Luke suddenly threw the warblade in Hamelin's direction, and then 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 had not yet felt the coming of death at this time, the dead silence had already beckoned to him not far away.

Even if he used the medicine bottle, he couldn't change his current state, because the Shadow Rats were already clinging to him.

No matter how hard he struggled, these cruel and vicious little things would never leave him.

"what!"

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!

Skill from the barbarian.

Attack the enemy by bursting rage into pressure.

The blow of Matthew, who was stepping on Hamelin's stomach, caused Hamelin's upper abdomen to sink deep.

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

That yellow-green paste with unformed mouse embryos looked as disgusting as some golden juice with pieces.

Among them, a strong stench rushed towards Matthew's keen nasal cavity.

The slow-moving Shadow Rats had clinging to Matthew's body, but the power that the weakened Hamelin could provide to the Shadow Rats began to fade.

A stream of blood spattered from Matthew's legs and fell on Hamelin's body.

The Shadow Rats can't completely swallow everything in their mouths now, and Hamelin gets that death is coming!

"die!"

Rumlow once again raised the giant hammer and dropped it heavily towards Hamelin's head.

His anger is full!

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

The shadow mice clinging to Luke disappeared in an instant, revealing the **** chest cavity and the bones of the legs that were stained red by the flowing blood.

He still stood firmly in place, but the blood was not stopping.

"Madoc, I don't understand why you would eliminate this."

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

"If a child trusts you, dreams of your strength, and then dies of your neglect. How can you say that?"

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

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

Burkeseau didn't care about Maddock's question.

Should heroes save everyone?

No hero has ever been able to do that, and saving the world always comes with sacrifice.

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

Burkeseau took a swig of wine.

"But can you say I haven't changed anything? I'll mourn, but I won't leave a legend in the name of grief, Maddock! Blind grief is never worth it."

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

Rumlow they won, they just need some help with scars all over their body.

Intervening after the Rift is over is not a violation of the code.

After all, the blood bottle is not a panacea, and the thirty seconds is enough for them to watch a life pass away.

Now Rumlow and the others are real barbarian warriors.

"Why can you ignore this?"

Maddock grabbed the handle of the great axe and shouted to Bulkesso.

"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."

Burkesso's figure completely got into the secret realm, leaving behind the projection that Maddock was looking at above his head.

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

Even though Maddock has never shied away from fighting, he always has the right to make choices that others don't have, knowing the outcome in advance.

Choice will breed hesitation, and hesitant people will always be immersed in the past and unable to extricate themselves.

"Okay Maddock, your heir did a good job."

Talek stretched out his hand and pressed Maddock's shoulder, watching the projection of Bourkesso as he stuffed the medicine bottle into Luke's mouth.

"Madok, you have to know that Nihlathak is making the wrong choice in complicated thinking. And the barbarian doesn't need that much thinking, just knowing what's right and walking down the road is enough. ."

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

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

The holy mountain told him that there was an existence similar to him in those people, and he planned to see if he could get an heir.

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

Banar did not get involved in the subject of the Holy Mountain Gatekeepers, and he was well aware of Maddock's past and disdainful of it.

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

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

Olak watched Jessica in the projection hide in the underground labyrinth, a little shaken.

What happened to Jessica was pretty much the same as what he experienced at the time, and what happened next was the real test.

The pain of being almost suffocated by the walking corpses blocking the passage made Olak a little moved.

"The galloping death does not leave too much pain. When death is slowly approaching, it is the beginning of despair."

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

"Die!"

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

Jessica, who was forced to return to the house by the walking corpse, was lucky to find the secret door hidden under the carpet. When she tripped over the carpet when she entered the house, she was able to discover this chance to survive.

Jessica got into the labyrinth, closed the door of the labyrinth, and listened in the darkness to the dense sound from the door.

It sounded like an old-fashioned blackboard in a community school being scratched by a fingernail.

These subtle movements in the darkness were magnified, and Jessica felt a deep sense of unease.

Jessica held the weapon tightly in her hand, and the rotting gravy from those walking corpses made the handle of the axe a little slippery, and the entanglement of the stench was nothing to be concerned about.

Jessica has become accustomed to this smell in the constant fight.

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

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

"The labyrinth doesn't look like it's been fixed yet, and there aren't even torches."

Banar looked at the projection screen processed by the holy mountain, and made a "smacking" movement in his mouth.

"There were no vents in that place, and the only way out was to kill all the walking dead."

Olak looked at Jessica's lingering expression on the projection and spoke without emotion.

"How long did that door block the walking dead back then?"

Banar's eyes were a little red, and now was 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 waits like this, she will only gradually weaken until she dies."

After entering the labyrinth, Olak's first choice was to open the secret door and put himself in a state where he only needed to face a small number of walking corpses at the same time.

After the body of the walking corpse has passed the calf, reposition it and repeat the process.

The ancestors had no interest in watching a human die in fading if Jessica chose to stay inactive behind a secret door and wait to die.

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

Banar looked at Olak sitting dry, a little curious.

"Break a gap in the wall with a slam. Just bury it two or three times, and you'll get the ventilation going."

Oakland said coldly.

Banar always found time to chat with him after he died.

This chat continued until Banar appeared on the holy mountain in the form of a soul.

The two dead people didn't need to discuss the technique of fighting, because there was no need for it at that time.

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

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

"What tribe did Bulkesso come from? I've never heard anyone mention it."

Banar looked at Jessica's panicked expression in the projection above her head, and boredly began to look for topics.

"Wild bird? Thunder? Or the big bear tribe? That guy is always chatting with Korrick, and he likes to swing the whirlwind, and he has such a strong physique."

"Stag tribe, Burkesso is a man born in the stag tribe, like Vorusk."

Conqueror Hyrabo rushed out and said to Banar.

No ancestors on the holy mountain were more familiar with the existence of Bulkesso.

Korrick was the leader of the Wildfowl Tribe before he received the call of his ancestors, and Whirlwind was the trademark of the Thunder Tribe.

Strong physique is the style of the big bear tribe.

"He's still calling..."

Herabo turned around and looked at it when he said this, and continued to speak when there was no figure of Bulkesso around.

"When he was still called shirtless and tie, the ghost knows why he called this name. In the beginning, he was stupid and just completed all the training tasks on time and quantity every day, then ate, then slept, and secondly Days continue, not even a word.

I 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 just change the name of the barbarian.

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

It wasn't until decades later that he became Burkeseau, and became like a barbarian.

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

When Hailab said this, he shrank his neck with lingering fears.

"Since then, this guy is like a different person, no more whimsy.

Can you believe the guy asked me where Bourkessel was when he first met me?

If I knew where my ancestors were, I would have stayed on the holy mountain and watched the savages die at the hands of demons?

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

Hilabor babbled at Banar, and the somewhat unbearable Orak directly picked up the God of War's blade and slapped him down on the snow.

"Bulkessel was the last of the Bucks, and the walker before him, Kyle Oldvari, was thought to be the last of the Bucks. Until Bulkesho appeared."

Olak glanced at the projection, and then said to Banar.

"The Buck tribe is strong and intelligent, and it can quickly master the skills of other tribes, perhaps it is the inheritance of blood.

You see who on the holy mountain has mastered all the skills of the barbarians like him? Even talent can be mastered! Sonya couldn't do that. For this reason he was identified as the next immortal king. "

Olak retracted the God of War's blade that was on Helab's head, and then stood up.

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

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

It looks like this trial will go on for a long time.

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

Banar picked up Hirube on the ground and asked.

"No one cares about Bulkessel's past except you. He's already the strongest multi-barbarian anyway. Is there anything else to look into?"

A smile appeared on Hailab's face, and then he sat in the position where Olak was sitting.

"Are you here to be tested?"

Korrick said to Steve in front of him. When he saw the shield, he was obviously a little dissatisfied.

"Hello, I'm here to find Rumlow."

Steve looked at Korrick's illusory body without showing any surprise.

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

It doesn't seem like a big deal to have ghosts in this world.

"Ow."

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

The brazier was a gift he planned to give to his heir. After all, those who had just climbed the holy mountain would still feel unwell in the cold wind.

He is different from Maddock, Maddock did not choose his heir, and he never 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 in his own name.

Everyone knew that the legendary power on the Proof of Shame was bestowed by Talic, but he was different.

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

Because of this story, this weapon is called "Bastine's Power".

Korrick originally planned to call it "Korrick's Madness", but the popularity of this name was too weak, and over time it became the name of "Bastin's Power".

And Klick's legend has been forgotten intentionally or unintentionally.

"Well, can I go up?"

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

Some places have unique cultures and traditions, and Steve doesn't act rashly.

"Ow."

Korrick responded casually and left the gate of the holy mountain directly.

Obviously he wasn't very happy.

Steve was a little confused. He carefully bypassed the brazier on the ground and walked directly behind Korlick.

There was no communication between Klick and Steve along the way.

Korrick really wanted an heir, after all, even Maddock and Talek had heirs, and Korrick, who was also called the three ancestors, didn't want to be out of place.

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

Not far behind them, Hawkeye walked here with Natasha, who was trembling in the cold wind.

Natasha was targeted by the Holy Mountain of Harrogath because of the extra coat on her body.

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

The coat on his body can keep his body warm, but it cannot resist the cold wind on the holy mountain of Harrogath.

That cold is on the mind.

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

Hawkeye saw the brazier on the ground at a glance and said to Black Widow.

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

Panic is always getting stronger and stronger. When a person is cranky in the dark, the mind can easily get out of control, and the panic will increase.

Your best bet to avoid panic is to find something to do.

"Are all these savages so considerate?"

Natasha's face subconsciously showed a seductive smile, and the expression of biting the corner of her mouth was very provocative.

"I've never felt this kind of treatment, maybe preferential treatment for a lady?"

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

"Aren't you worried about Captain?"

Natasha had some doubts 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.

"As long as people 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 Klick and Steve. The ancestors on the holy mountain of Harrogath were not the kind of ghosts who walked without a trace, they were different.

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

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

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

She doesn't want to experience anything strange and strange~www.mtlnovel.com~ Especially this time, the target is not those scumbags who don't even recognize her face.

"Let's go."

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

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

"Sir, what should you call me?"

As Steve walked, he gradually saw the building wreckage that could be seen everywhere in the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

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

Before carrying out this mission, he prepared for the battle and carefully studied the information collected.

But now it doesn't seem to be necessary to fight, which makes him a little less wary.

"Korrick, the gatekeeper of the holy mountain."

Korlick replied casually, this time without an "Ow".

After all, there is no need to carry the feeling of disappointment all the time, just like he doesn't like Maddock's always immersed in loss.

Korrick believes that no matter what it is, emotions don't need to last forever, love will become strong, but it doesn't need to be said all the time.

Anger builds up strength, but it can't stay angry all the time.

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

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

Could hating Diablo kill this demon in 10,000 years?

Prolonged emotions do nothing but move oneself.

This is the freedom that belongs to Klick.

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

Chapter end