Dark Savages Come To the United States Chapter 225

"Boy, are you still full of doubts about us now?"

Bourkaiseau stood in front of Rorschach, his tone still flat.

He turned his body directly, and turned his back to Rorschach to prepare to go to the training ground.

Rorschach was not affected by the previous life and death, perhaps because his will was firm enough.

Satisfied with the result, Bourkesso grinned.

"That shard!"

Rorschach spit out these words word by word, and Bourkesso turned sharply with these words.

A pair of eyes widened, brows furrowed.

"What happened to that shard?"

Rorschach looked directly into Bourkessel's angry eyes, and said these words without hesitation.

Rorschach's body trembled a little under Burkeseau's anger. This difference in life level made him unable to control his body.

"Is it Tyrael? He's in your body!?"

Burkesso was instantly furious!

He spoke irritably like a roar, but in just a short moment, Bulkasso changed from a state of calm to a state of rage, and the anger on his body rose to a level that could burn people in an instant. .

The barbarians on the holy mountain of Harrogath, only Bulkesso can do that.

Ordinary savages need some emotional adjustment if they want to be violent. Only Bulkesso can reach the peak of anger instantly in calm.

The ability to instantly rage from any emotion is one of the reasons why Bulkesso is the strongest.

His huge and sturdy body took a step towards Rorschach, lowered his head and stared into Rorschach's eyes.

The rage flames on his body were burning, making Rorschach in front of him a little unable to bear the heat brought by the anger flames, and his short hair became curled up in the anger.

That thing is not what Rorschach can see. Rorschach does not have that kind of ability. Rorschach can say this, there is only one possibility!

"Tyrael! Get out of here!"

The battle flag behind Bulkasso and the Wings of Courage emerged together, and a huge roar poured into Rorschach's brain!

The holy mountain of Harrogath began to shake with Bulkesso's fury.

The three ancestors in front of the gate of the holy mountain looked up in the direction of Bulkesuo together, and then looked at each other.

"Go and see?"

Maddock was eager to take his grief, and it was not a trivial matter every time Bourkesso fell into complete rage, which only came when he felt it was necessary.

Under normal circumstances, Bourkessel is very restrained, and Maddock is very concerned about this level of anger.

Not to mention the name "Tyrrell" that got Maddock excited.

Tyrael has only been to the barbarian's holy mountain once, this is the second time! When he first came, he directly blew up the holy mountain of Arreat, and by the way, he also sent away all the barbarians who were on the holy mountain of Arreat at that time.

Maddock also wanted to talk to Tyrael about this.

Use an axe!

"No, I don't want to see Tyrael's stinky face. Besides, the furious Bulkeshor is brutal enough."

Talic had just calmed down his anger, and facing Azmodan's phantom was an uncomfortable experience for him.

Every time he saw the Seven Demon Kings, it was difficult for him to restrain his anger.

But that's how he trembled after hearing Bourkesso's roar.

The furious Bourkesso was a nightmare for him.

He still remembered that the first time he was called out by Bourkesso with the call of his ancestors, he only heard the sentence "how are you three guys".

"Guy" is a redacted rhetoric, and Bourkesso's was a lot worse than that at the time.

At that time, he just glanced at Gaum, which had been torn into pieces, and was sent directly back to the holy mountain by Bulkesso.

Physically returned.

Bulkesso and the three ancestors were about the same age, and the ancestors that Bulkesso summoned at the beginning were not Maddock and the other three.

"Forget it, that's Bourkesso's business, there's no need to go there."

Korrick grabbed the shaky Wayne and said casually.

When Rorschach left the trial, he was sent directly to Burkeseau, and Wayne appeared beside him.

He wasn't too interested in things other than combat, especially when it involved Bourkesso.

"Burgessor..."

Rorschach's eyes instantly turned blue, revealing divine light, like a flashlight.

It was no longer Rorschach's voice when he spoke.

"Tyrael, you broke the agreement!"

Burkessor restrained his anger, and his voice could only be heard by two people who were close at hand.

"It's unrighteous for you to let someone else carry all that for you unless he voluntarily."

Tyrael's voice sounded from Rorschach's mouth, and the light wings of justice began to emit the power belonging to Tyrael.

The realm of justice was opened abruptly on the holy mountain of Harrogath.

Tyrael here is not the deity. To complete the dialogue, only the power of the field of justice can be borrowed.

"what!"

A figure roared and slammed into Tyrael's domain, and a ferocious one-handed hammer slammed down on Rorschach's head!

"Mocott."

Tyrael spoke slowly, and then a bright white sword blocked his head, catching Mocot's heavy hammer.

Mokot, whose lifelong wish was nothing but smashing Tyrael's head with mercy, thought he would never see Tyrael again.

"Tyrael, you forgot that this is Harrogath! Unless you want to repeat what you have done here! Otherwise, put away your realm for Lao Tzu!"

Mocot roared angrily, and he finally uttered a sentence completely and fluently.

The merciless phantom in his hand pressed Tyrael's sword to the ground.

The barbarian claws appeared on Bourkessel's hand on one side, and went directly through Rorschach's abdomen.

But this time it didn't hurt Rorschach.

If the Immortal King suit represents the glory of the barbarians, then the ninety barbarians represent the power of the barbarians!

On the holy mountain of Harrogath, the Ninety Barbarian suit allows the wearer to do almost anything imaginable.

As Bulkasso pulled out his hand, an illusory Tyrael was pulled directly out of Rorschach's body.

"Now! Archangel of Justice! Tell me what you want to do! You said you would keep silent!"

The aura on Bulkesuo suddenly spread, dispelling all the realm of justice.

A pair of red eyes stared at Tyrael's phantom.

The moment Mocot's hammer fell, he knew that Tyrael in front of him was just a weak clone.

Bulkasso also understood this the moment he grabbed Tyrael.

"I can't let you hide what he's going to face!"

Tyrael's phantom raised his finger and pointed at Rorschach, whose eyes were widened, and spoke firmly.

"He can be the successor of any barbarian, but he cannot be you without knowing it! Bourkesso!"

Halfway through what Tyrael said, Bulkesso directly crushed the phantom.

"Leoric, Modan, and Leah, they have told us how to fight against the Seven Devils! Only you, only you keep saying it's unrighteous, and only you keep blocking!

He is the only chance so far, don't say you didn't think of it when you favored him! "

Bourkesso clenched his fists and said bitterly.

The flames of anger in him grew even higher.

Although Tyrael's phantom had been completely dispelled, his words could not reach the ears of the Archangel of Justice.

Mocot stood silently on the side, returning to his quiet appearance.

"So, can you tell me all that now?"

Rorschach said weakly, still looking directly at Bourkesso.

The wings of light belonging to justice behind him are still clearly discernible.

The Light Wing of Justice did not exist behind Rorschach because of Tyrael's phantom, he was really recognized by Tyrael.

The same stubbornness, the same unreasonable.

"Then you become stronger quickly! Hurry up!"

Bourcasso roared at Rorschach, his voice getting higher and higher.

Vorusk appeared behind Bulkesso at the right time, and put a hand on Bourkesso's shoulder.

Vorusk tried to calm Bourkesall, though he was just as angry at Tyrael's presence.

But keeping Bourkeso calm is the most important thing right now.

Raiko folded her arms in front of her chest and watched all this happen.

The two ancestors appeared nearby the moment Bulkeshor roared out Tyrael's name.

Everything about the Holy Mountain of Harrogath rests on Bulkesuo, and only these two top ancestors have the ability to help Bulkesso share some of that enormous pressure.

"I see, you'd better figure out how to tell me all that as soon as possible. About that..."

Rorschach did not say the last word "fragment", but was stopped by Volusk's sharp eyes.

"Rorschach, the reason you were selected is because of your speciality. At that time, the most suitable Light Wings for Bourkesso should be the pair on your back."

Vorusk looked at Rorschach with a strange look in his eyes.

As the archangel who knew the truth back then, Tyrell was the same as Imperius.

These two guys won't lose all their power like Auriel, the two archangels should have recovered at this moment.

"Okay, Volusk, stop talking."

Laiko's hoarse voice sounded, and a pair of light blue wings of hope slowly unfolded behind her.

"Hope can't carry that, only courage and justice can do it. What Bourkesso has done is something neither you nor I can do. Stop talking nonsense."

Leko walked up to Rorschach and looked down at Rorschach's eyes.

"Being stronger is never something that can be said and done, boy, you have to go a long way to take over the burden of Bourkesso."

Raiko didn't want to say any more.

Even if Rorschach broke through the fortieth secret realm of Burkesso, he was only qualified to know what happened.

It is still a long way off to become the next Bourkesso.

"Bulkesso, you are not suitable for training with him today, leave it to me."

Leko glanced at Bulkasso, who was gasping for sparks, and spoke calmly.

Vorusk felt Bulkesso's anger begin to subside, and he withdrew his hand.

"Why don't you think about getting Leoric back, he can tell Rorschach what to do for you."

Vorusk whispered.

"Don't think about disturbing their family's sleep, it's enough."

Burkesso was panting heavily, and the sparks from his mouth finally disappeared.

After he said this, he opened a portal and appeared in the blacksmith shop.

As Raiko said, it is not suitable for him to train with Rorschach now.

"What happened over there on Burkeseau?"

Wayne said staggeringly to Korrick, at a loss as to what happened over there.

He was a little drowsy after experiencing the feeling of death dozens of times just now.

"That's not something you should think about. Now you'd better go to sleep. Otherwise, tomorrow's training may be postponed again."

Korrick grabbed Wayne by the neck and pulled the falling guy up.

"Didn't I have your approval? I'm a barbarian now, don't underestimate me too much."

Wayne tried to stand up straight and spoke to Korrick.

Maddock on the side was snickering.

Korrick recognized Wayne's qualifications to call himself a barbarian, but Wayne lost in the competition with Luke, so Korrick was a little unhappy.

"You can only be regarded as a recruit, worry about what to do with those things!"

Korrick roared a little impatiently, and then took a bottle of wine from the stone pile beside the gate of the Holy Mountain and stuffed it into Wayne's arms.

"Boy, quickly finish drinking and go to bed!"

Seeing that Wayne was able to stand firm, Korrick let go of his hand.

"And you Maddock, if I find that there's less wine in it, see how I'll take care of you!"

This was specially hidden by Korrick in order to prevent Maddock from not telling him. In order to prevent Wayne from questioning Bourkesso, he chose a rude solution.

Although he knew that as long as Maddock saw where his wine was hidden, it wouldn't be long before they were all gone.

His threat had little effect on Maddock, after all, the two were almost the same in strength.

"Okay, that's it for now."

Tariq glared at Maddock who was about to say something, and then announced the end of the farce.

"Luke..."

Jessica sat softly in Luke's cabin.

"What's the matter? I'm about to save enough money to buy a bigger house. Where will we live then? Central or remote?"

Luke was preparing supper in front of the small stove.

Although Luke doesn't look like a good person, it is rare that he can cook a little.

At least tossing a salad and frying a semi-finished steak is still easy.

"I want to ask you, when are we going to travel?"

Jessica walked behind Luke, wrapped her arms around Luke's neck, and stuck her whole body on Luke's back.

"Any time, and tomorrow."

Luke turned his head away, glanced at Jessica's face with her eyes closed, and said with a smile.

"The day after tomorrow, after we return from our trip, we will go to that high-end restaurant for another date. You must prepare flowers by then."

Jessica did not open her eyes and spoke in a dreamy tone.

"It's all yours, I'll prepare everything."

Luke smiled happily.

"When are you going to talk to the Orak ancestors?"

Jessica's words blew behind Luke's ear with a warm breath, causing Luke to tremble.

"I'm ready, too, Jessica."

Luke's remarks were somewhat lacking in hindsight.

Barbarian marriages are simple, but rituals are still there.

Although there is no need for an elder to propose a marriage, Luke has to prove his power to Orak instead.

Who made Jessica a barbarian of the Big Bear tribe and a direct inheritor of the Orak bloodline.

In terms of blood, Jessica is a direct descendant of Orak.

Especially Olak himself thinks so.

"That's good, Luke. I hope to be blessed by the ancestors."

Jessica closed her eyes again and lay on Luke's back like she was asleep.

The two enjoyed a rare warmth.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

There was a knock on the door, and Luke almost threw the spatula in his hand along with the frying pan.

He would be interrupted today whenever he and Jessica had a further chance.

This kind of thing will make anyone angry, and now Luke is already a barbarian.

Anger really made him stronger.

"Who!"

With the words squeezed out of the teeth, Rumlow's voice came from the door:

"Matthew also said that you were not at home, isn't that right? Come open the door quickly, I brought wine."

Jessica smiled and blew a breath of hot air on Luke Wang's neck, then let go of the hand holding Luke, and then Shi Shiran went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Jessica saw Matthew's apologetic face and the large plastic bag in Rumlow's hand.

"Well, I said why Matthew said 'you,' and I know why he said you weren't home."

Rumlow smiled happily, but with some ill will.

"Rumlow, you bastard! You were an agent, how could you not know what Matthew meant!"

Luke's scolding came, but it didn't stop Rumlow from giggling in.

Luke's nest is not big, with a bedroom, a living room with dining table and kitchen functions, and a bathroom with only two square meters.

"Okay Luke, they won't stay overnight."

Jessica said so, then looked at Rumlow and Matthew.

"Of course, we're just here for a meal. The damned black-hearted braised egg finally gave me the compensation."

Rumlow put the bag in his hand on the table and took food and drinks from it.

Large chunks of roast meat, scones, cheese and spirits...most portable food can be found in it.

"Luke, cut a few more slices of toast and fry two more steaks."

As Jessica spoke, she walked over to the toaster and put the sliced ​​bread in it.

"I stopped Rumlow."

Matthew said with a smile.

"Come on, Matthew, if you really want to stop it, you won't come."

Jessica rolled her eyes.

Then skillfully took out the chair placed in the corner.

"Really virtuous."

Rumlow teases Luke.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Luke put the freshly fried steak on the plate angrily, and then added two more pieces to the pot.

"We're going to go to London, and I heard there's news of Hydra again there."

Matthew added.

"News from Nick Fury?"

"The news from the Howling Commando, Bucky, the news from that Captain America comrade."

Rumlow sat on a chair, opened a can of beer and poured it into his mouth:

"Why am I so boring drinking beer now?"

"Unfortunately, we are going to travel the day after tomorrow, you won't let me cancel the travel plan, will you?"

Luke didn't listen to Rumlow and Matthew's words at all, and he was now thinking about what to bring for a trip.

"Luke, to London."

Jessica said angrily, then walked over to Luke and put the fried steak in front of Rumlow and Matthew.

"Wherever he goes, we're going to travel."

Luke turned the steak in the pan:

"Wait? London?"

"Yes, London, you can get some romantic time and SHIELD bonuses when it's settled. That's what Steve said."

Rumlow didn't wait to get the cutlery, and directly put the steak into his mouth and chewed:

"Luke, your craft is a little better than I thought."

With something in his mouth, Rumlow's words were a little vague.

"I promise."

Jessica agreed directly, and Jessica, who wanted a lot of redemption, had no shirk in taking care of the Hydra.

She doesn't mind spending some of her personal time, as long as it's for justice.

"Okay, when do you leave?"

Luke sighed and turned off the fire.

Jessica agreed, and he had nothing to say.

He wasn't very busy anyway.

Luke brought the mixed salad to the table with the steak and sat beside Jessica.

"the day after tomorrow."

Matthew said a little embarrassedly.

When he came downstairs to Luke's house, he could already hear the movement above.

So he just felt a little embarrassed.

"Get us ready to salute, how shall we get there? On a S.H.I.E.L.D. plane?"

Luke rolled his eyes at Matthew, and although Matthew couldn't see it, it didn't stop him from expressing his dissatisfaction.

"Then I have to talk to that dude and ask him to convert everything into cash for us."

Jessica patted Luke on the shoulder~www.mtlnovel.com~ Luke directly got up and went to get the cutlery.

"It seems that something happened to you today."

Rumlow probably understood who the **** Jessica was talking about. Steve talked to him today, but he didn't want to get involved with Tony Stark, so he didn't act.

"Let's eat first..."

Matthew whispered, he had a busy day.

Protecting the rights and interests of those in need is a very troublesome thing. Today, he is so busy that his feet don't touch the ground, and he doesn't even have time to drink a cup of coffee.

"By the way, we also met the ninjas of the hand union. When did we take those guys? It's so annoying, I don't want to sleep at night and feel that I have to get up and move my body."

Luke piled the knives and forks haphazardly on the table, then handed Jessica a pair of rubbed reflective knives and forks in his other hand, holding the ends.

The careful movement brought a smile from Jessica, which made Luke so happy that his eyes were almost out of sight.

Rumlow grabbed the beer and took a big gulp in his mouth, feeling a little lackluster, then pulled out a bottle of King Vodka and poured it in his mouth.

Matthew grinned aside.

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