Dark Savages Come To the United States Chapter 295

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"Till, what's going on?"

Fandral, who first came to Earth, knew nothing about what happened to Asgard. At this time, there was no better way than to ask.

After all, the fact that a large group of acquaintances suddenly appeared around them made it a little difficult for them to accept.

But obviously, they'll only get a not-so-good news.

"Father was defeated, and Kuer suddenly came back."

Tyr, who had become Venerable Skyhammer without anyone else feeling it, said loudly in a voice that everyone could hear.

His tone was full of regret for his own powerlessness.

His words well aroused fear among the rest of the Asgardians.

There seems to be no other way for them than fear.

"How is that possible?"

Fandral suddenly heard the news of Odin's defeat, and immediately fell into an unbelievable situation.

The sudden appearance of these Asgardians made the S.H.I.E.L.D. already residing in this place directly nervous.

This is not dozens of people, hundreds of people.

But tens of thousands!

The dense crowd crowded the temporary SHIELD station.

And these S.H.I.E.L.D. agents know exactly what Asgard stands for.

They did not get nothing in their exchanges with Fandral and his party. The experts of S.H.I.E.L.D. have already completed the intelligence analysis of the Asgardians.

In the face of tens of thousands of Asgardians, they simply did not have enough strength to be on guard.

Even if there is no "omnipotent" Odin among these people, it is not something that ordinary human armies can match.

The body density of Asgardians is more than three times that of ordinary people, which means that they are also far superior to humans in terms of physical strength and so on.

And compared to humans, their physical strength is bottomless.

The most terrifying thing is the teleporter called "Rainbow Bridge". S.H.I.E.L.D. knew from Fandral's mouth that it was a weapon capable of destroying stars.

In addition, Asgard is a race that can launch inter-star battles, and their technology cannot be despised.

Even if Fandral and the others looked like they were stuck in the age of cold weapons, S.H.I.E.L.D., who suffered from the barbarians on the holy mountain of Harrogath, would no longer be self-righteous about it.

"I think it is necessary for us to communicate in another place. The earth is willing to provide a temporary residence for the Asgardians."

Natasha's voice came at the right time.

She is now in the base, and as the supreme commander.

Natasha stood in front of Tyr with a charming smile on her face, clasping her hands on her chest, which well set off her own characteristics.

Holding the chest with both hands is a gesture of alertness, but it has a unique charm when placed on Natasha.

No way, the "characteristics" of this agent from the Red House are too prominent.

"Asgardians need no mercy!"

Tyr roared loudly, and at this time he was playing the image of someone who was still high after losing his homeland.

The Asgardians claim to be gods on Earth, and even those most familiar with Tyr will not object to his behavior.

Even if the current Earth is not quite the same as the one the Asgardians knew.

You must know that not every Asgardian knows that the Supreme Mage exists, and now Tyr, who is the Lord of the Sky Hammer, will not kindly tell his compatriots the truth.

"We just wanted to provide some help in what we could."

Natasha took a half step back. This small gesture of concession can calm the other party's emotions very well.

Natasha knew very well what she should show to make the other party less wary.

"You should worship the gods!"

Tyr roared loudly, ignoring Fandral's obstruction.

The original prudence and justice can no longer be seen in this former **** of justice, and some are just manic.

As vulnerable as a soldier defeated in fear.

As Venerable Sky Hammer, Tyr at this time will do everything possible to spread fear.

His consciousness was turned upside down long after he became a destroyer.

Diablo's demagogic methods are not comparable to that of Kur, whose heart is full of the throne of the heavenly Father.

Tyr has turned into a thoughtful puppet, and every time he speaks, the tens of thousands of Asgardians behind him feel endless panic.

"Please calm down, I need to contact my superior."

This time Natasha didn't use the way of stepping back and keeping a distance to express her innocence.

Going back for space is not a strategy that can go on forever, it will only think of weakness.

Natasha let go of her arms in front of her, and Su Bai's hand clenched a fist. There was no calluses on the surface of the fist, but the skeleton of these fists seemed to be larger.

No matter how good the maintenance is, it will not completely cover up the training marks of a soldier.

Natasha actually has various flaws in her body, so she has always been an unsuitable secret agent.

Perhaps it was because of her "fame" that those organizations were willing to let Natasha sneak in.

Is there anything better to show off than defeating the famous Black Widow? It seems like a worthy comparison among those organizations.

"Human, prepare enough spirits for us. There is also a place to rest!"

Tyre took a deep breath and said so.

Behind him is the Asgardian who contains the old, the weak, the sick, and he needs to act like a successful leader, so as to help harvest the fearful leeks, wave after wave.

"We will provide what you need as soon as possible, and please don't do anything too sensitive. I don't think you want to start a war with humans."

Natasha clenched her fists and threw out these words and immediately turned around and left the scene.

She didn't know Tyre, but that didn't prevent her from feeling that kind of threat.

Natasha walked to a place that no one could see, and opened a portal directly back to the holy mountain of Harrogath.

There was an Asgardian prince there, and Thor was already a barbarian.

She was able to get the news she wanted from Thor.

As for contacting your superiors?

The agents under her will do this. Natasha doesn't think that tens of thousands of people have suddenly appeared in this world, and Nick Fury will know nothing about it.

Maybe Nick Fury, the black-hearted guy, was furious in the office at this time.

After the S.H.I.E.L.D. people got enough space for these Asgardians after being signaled by Natasha, Tyre looked at the anxious Fandral group with a blank expression.

Other than Leah, the Heavenly Hammer Venerables will not know that the object of their allegiance is called Diablo, and they will only regard the God of Fear, Kul, as their true God.

That's okay, after all, Kur is now Diablo's vest.

As long as Bourkessel doesn't know about it, no one in this world will know the truth.

Diablo is the most dangerous of the Helllords.

Fear is everywhere!

There may be people in the world who don't hate, so Mephisto can't corrupt everyone.

Even if the weak have the desire to destroy, they can't act, so Baal will encounter an existence that cannot be destroyed.

Sins are redeemed, and those who bear them may come to their senses, so Azmodan's men occasionally get out of control.

Pain and torture will not cover everyone indiscriminately, and there is always good luck to stay away from them.

So Duriel and Andariel are never invincible.

Lies will be shattered by being honest, and Billie will always fail.

Only Diablo can accomplish the great deeds of the Great Demon God!

Because even Prius will feel scared when facing him!

Nothing escapes fear!

Fear of death, fear of loss, birth, old age, sickness and death will all create fear!

Diablo was always strong and seemed to have no flaws.

"So you didn't find anything?"

Nick Fury held a stack of documents in his hand and said to Hawkeye and Coulson in front of him, and a haze flashed in his one eye.

He had just received the report from New Mexico and was having a headache.

"Yes, at least there is nothing unusual about Jin and them."

Coulson lowered his head slightly and said so.

He could say nothing on that occasion.

As for Hawkeye, he stood there with his eyes closed.

He wasn't going to report to Nick Fury about Spider-Man.

Just the news of the "parallel universe", he did not intend to let Nick Fury know about Spider-Man.

"Not good news came from Natasha. Tens of thousands of Asgardians came to Earth. According to them, Odin was defeated, and we are about to face a **** called Kuer."

Nick Fury said the news inadvertently, and Hawkeye opened his eyes when he heard the words.

"I need to go to Harrogath, do you need me to speak to the captain?"

Hawkeye understands that Nick Fury's words have never been unintentional. Since he said it, it means that he has a plan.

"I need you to tell Steve that he has recently pursued what he needs with peace of mind. As for the Asgardians, the military will provide corresponding help, and we will act as supervisors."

Nick Fury rubbed his head, starting to miss when he still had hair to fall out.

Under the pressure, his less and less eyebrows are also telling his sadness about leaving.

"Well, it doesn't look like this is something we can fully manage either."

Hawkeye said hello and left Nick Fury's office directly, then opened the portal and went directly to the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

Nick Fury completed another recording of the teleportation magic on a tablet computer at hand.

"Colson, how far has the Purple Man's research progressed?"

Nick Fury asked Coulson directly, with some worry in his tone.

"Because he lost his brain, it's still completely manageable now."

When Coulson said this, his body seemed to resist.

For the purple man, he is a firm boycott.

He promised that Abel Kasso would properly dispose of this guy's body, but now he has joined the research instead.

That guy's superpowers are too dangerous, but he can't stop it.

So Coulson was somewhat unwilling in his heart.

"Then your vacation is over, Coulson."

Nick Fury sorted out the documents in his hand, then sat up straight and looked at Coulson.

"I want you to keep going to that smithy and collect as much as you can what they did when they were in London, and what happened over there that we don't know about."

Nick Fury was very serious when he said this. Hawkeye and Black Widow and S.H.I.E.L.D. don't seem to be of one mind. Although they are still working for S.H.I.E.L.D., they seem to have a more sense of belonging to the barbarians.

It's not that Nick Fury doesn't want to catch Hawkeye or Natasha uses Veritaserum directly, but because the existence of Bulkesso makes him fearful.

The injury he suffered in Bourkessel's hands last time has not fully recovered until now.

Bulkesso's presence is why S.H.I.E.L.D. is restrained against barbarians.

"Okay, you're the chief."

Coulson took this task easily, just as he also needed to slow down.

The days of studying the purple man made him feel that he had some inexplicable changes, and his intuition told him that he was on the verge of danger.

"By the way, about Spider-Man, didn't you say that you already have a clue last time? S.H.I.E.L.D. needs its own supernatural power now. And that street hero seems to be a good target."

Nick Fury seemed to just mention it casually, and then said nothing.

"I will present the message to you in writing before I carry out my mission."

Coulson understood what Nick Fury meant.

What that black-hearted big bald head needs is not Spider-Man to become SHIELD, but to become his hidden power.

Nick Fury's ambition is finally not limited to building a few secret bases that no one knows about. He now plans to cultivate a secret force of his own.

Even Coulson didn't know who else he was targeting.

"Go."

Nick Fury announced the end of the conversation, and after watching Coulson leave his office, he picked up the phone.

"Blade, you can continue."

Nick Fury was in contact with the Blades before. As the commander of the S.H.I.E.L.D. forces in the London War, the Blades knew more clearly than what the British official said.

He wouldn't have become so passive if it wasn't for the Blades disappearing for a while after the Great War in London and only now getting back in touch with him.

"Vampires, you must be careful, and try your best to strengthen S.H.I.E.L.D., I don't think your old comrade-in-arms can play a big role in facing that kind of monster."

The voice of the blade warrior came from the other end of the phone, but there was a sense of urgency in the voice.

"You mean the ancestors that the clans called? Or the blood gods they claim?"

Nick Fury is a little impatient, and he hates the way of reporting that doesn't focus on the point.

"The monsters I'm talking about are demons and angels, and the real vampire, not the **** you know!"

Blade's words stopped abruptly when he said here, and the phone was hung up.

Blade fighter didn't hang up the phone himself, but he encountered something he didn't want to meet.

At this moment, an elegant and deep figure in front of him gently turned off his mobile phone, and then looked at him with a smile.

"Are you Akado?"

The blade warrior's voice was full of doubts. The blood that belonged to the vampire in his body made him feel the suppression of blood, but the figure in front of him didn't look like the handsome and demonic Akado at all, but like another one person.

"How rude, I thought you'd say the name 'Dracula'. It's rare to see a barely interesting guy among those who stole my power. How boring? What a disappointment."

Dracula said quietly.

Then I observed the house where the Blades were located.

Not far away, there were two Weeping Angels looking at each other.

The Weeping Angels are a bit unreasonable when it comes to being powerful, but the fact that two Weeping Angels can observe each other is simply too funny.

"It's beyond my expectations that you can find such a way to restrain the Weeping Angels. But don't you understand that their power is not something you and the organization behind you can covet?"

Dracula picked up a goblet and shook it slowly, the blade warrior could clearly smell the **** smell in the cup.

Dracula is not Arcardo, he won't just drink red wine.

The current Dracula is not the vampire king who wants to die at the hands of humans, but a downright evil monster.

"What do you want me to do?"

Blade fighters did not do the slightest senseless resistance.

In the face of his true ancestor, the blade warrior had no intention of resisting.

The Dracula in front of him was not the first of those disgusting blood-sucking bastards.

That one was nothing but a thief who stole the power of a vampire and, along with it, the name "Dracula".

Only the one in front of him is the real ancestor of vampires.

"I want to give you a little bit of strength, but unfortunately, you have lost your virginity, so you can't become my family, you can only be a slave."

Dracula maintained an elegant posture and shook the blood in the goblet, and the smell of blood began to spread.

Degu stretched out his fingers, dropped a drop of his own blood into the goblet, and then placed the goblet in the hands of the blade warrior in a way that the naked eye couldn't catch.

"Maybe you can still be lucky enough to be active under the sun."

Dracula said with a sinister smile, turned and left the scene.

At the same time as he left, the bodies of the two weeping angels were filled with dense cracks.

After a scream from the soul, the two Weeping Angels died directly.

Dracula has been a little busy recently, because I don't know which idiot posted the picture of the Weeping Angel to a forum of horror legends on the Internet.

This led to an abnormal surge in the number of Weeping Angels.

"Whoever bears the image of an angel will eventually become an angel."

This is how the Weeping Angel was born.

Of course this includes videotapes, books, and even monitors and pupils.

The blood in Dracula's hands is the congealing of the life of the initiator, and now he needs to visit the viewers of those forums one by one.

Then remove the hidden danger of the Weeping Angel.

Blade fighter is just an actor chosen by him to watch a good show because of his boredom.

The blade fighter looked at the goblet in his hand, and his soul was calling.

His body developed a violent hunger instinct for this cup of blood.

The blade warrior knew very well that he had no right to refuse at all, so he could only endure the nausea and poured the blood from the cup directly into his mouth.

He has never sucked blood before, and even if he needs to recover from an injury, he will choose blood transfusion.

Because he wanted to set himself apart from those scumbags who valued blood-sucking.

But facing the real ancestor of vampires, he has no right to choose.

On the holy mountain of Harrogath, Natasha and Hawkeye met right in front of Steve.

Steve is learning how to fight with the shield from Calju, the master of battle, but it's a little slow.

Because even Calju is the top block master, the purpose of his block is to smash the enemy's head with his shield and fist.

If the situation is not so critical, Calju prefers the feeling of iron boots smashing the devil's head.

The shield is just his choice to prolong his fighting years.

And Steve didn't have that kind of power. Although it was a little hard to break the head of an ordinary person, it was quite easy to separate the head from the spine.

But in the face of extraordinary enemies, it can't be settled after all.

"Captain, Nick Fury needs you to be ready for battle."

Hawkeye said this to Steve.

While Nick Fury is talking about letting Steve go after what he wants, what does Captain America want? It's just about taking down the enemy and embracing peace.

To put it bluntly, it is to make Captain America ready for the battlefield at any time.

Hawkeye was dismissive of Nick Fury's eloquent dialogue.

Guess what?

Guess right, he has a good leadership, guess wrong because his subordinates don't understand it properly?

This is a nonstick pan.

"What happened again?"

Just as Steve stopped what he was doing to ask questions, Calqiu hit him on the head with a small broken wooden shield.

Steve lay down neatly on the ground, his eyes staring at the sky in a trance.

"It seems that you can only train here today."

Calju threw the broken wooden shield in his hand directly to the ground and disappeared.

Calju had little interest in training a warrior who was not destined to become an heir.

If it weren't for Bourkessel's request, he would not have done such a useless thing.

"Asgard has fallen, the rest of the Asgardians have just appeared in New Mexico, and I'm considering telling Thor."

Natasha directly took out a bottle of vodka and poured it.

Only on the top of the holy mountain of Harrogath will this black widow show its wild side.

"This is really big news."

Hawkeye rubbed his short hair, feeling a little prickly, and said:

"Then what are you going to do? Without Thor?"

"I'm going to tell him, I just don't know how to say it."

Natasha felt a little bit of a headache thinking about the pride when Thor would tell them everything about Asgard every time she saw him.

Should she tell Thor that "your dad lost and was sealed with your mom"?

Thinking of this, Natasha took out another bottle of vodka and poured it into her mouth, so she almost took out a Bobo sand and fired around.

"I think the most common situation seems to be a little wrong, and the most common things seem to increase all of a sudden."

Hawkeye snatched the bottle of vodka from Natasha's hand and poured it into his mouth.

Since the appearance of the Demon King of Hell, the world has suddenly become less peaceful.

Hawkeye only felt a little bitter.

Especially after meeting the Spider-Man from the "parallel universe", things were completely out of control.

"I thought the whole world would be at peace after I got rid of the Red Skull. Hell, I'm just a veteran, and I'm getting a pension now!"

Steve picked up his shield and put it on his face, speaking in a gruff voice.

"Who's going to tell Thor?"

Hawkeye said in a bit of a **** tone, and the whole person felt bad.

"Should I go? You know, the old guys have to get rid of the young guys."

Vida's voice that had not appeared for a long time suddenly sounded, and he appeared at a position three or four steps away from several people.

"Ancestor Vader, you are here again. You are the only one on the entire holy mountain who seems to be doing nothing."

Natasha took out a bottle of wine with a smile and threw it away. Although Vader, who has no physical body, can't drink wine now, it does not prevent him from storing it.

Vader, who didn't save a dime before he died, naturally wouldn't have anything to hide.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be playing the autumn wind everywhere.

"Is this a deposit?"

Vader smiled heartily, and then walked in the direction of the Elder Temple.

Thor is probably with that boring guy in Volusk right now.

"Veda always said he was just the soul of a businessman, but who would believe his nonsense."

Hawkeye muttered softly.

The old general in Qualkek had some respect when facing Vader, and it would be a lie to say that Vader was not strong.

"Maybe Vida will always meet someone who looks right, and he probably won't have to fight the autumn wind everywhere."

Natasha said casually, and then lay directly on the snow on the holy mountain.

At this moment, a new brave man finally appeared at the gate of the holy mountain.

maybe not so brave...

It was a man who was 1.88 meters tall and had curly blond hair.

Compared to his height, his physique is a little thin.

It looks like only about seventy kilograms.

And his face was full of pain, like the kind that could be short-sighted at any time.

"Young man, are you planning to kill yourself?"

Maddock frowned and said to the young man in front of him. He felt a somewhat disgusting aura in this young man.

That is the feeling of death.

And this guy is not angry at all, as if he has lost the whole world, it is better to live than to die.

"Yes, it's just me... how do you say that? I can't die."

"I tried jumping off a building and there was a big crater on the ground and I recovered after resetting my broken neck.

I also tried throwing into the lake, but I just fell asleep. Bleach tasted like coffee, bombs couldn't kill me, I felt like I was abandoned by death. "

The young man said this, and the more he spoke, the more sad he became.

Although his experience was very sad, it was absurd and ridiculous.

Craig Hollis.

Essentially he's still a human, just mutated...

Of course, this mutation is benign, and there seems to be no problem calling it "Supreme Human".

As long as his soul is not killed, he is immortal.

Kill his body and he will only be resurrected immediately after a period of time.

And death seems to have forgotten the existence of this guy, never intending to take his soul. Perhaps his body wasn't ready to die, so he removed his name from his authority.

"It's so bizarre that those who despise life actually despise death?"

Maddock rubbed his beard, and he felt that the young man seemed to be able to disgust Marthael.

Although Malthael could kill the young man's soul with pure force, the rules of death would have no effect on this guy.

"Why did you seek death to climb the holy mountain?"

Maddock started to have a headache, he said irritably.

"It's just that it seems that I can be needed here, and I won't be left behind. Someone told me that."

Craig said so.

"Young man, what's your name?"

Talic couldn't stand Maddock's perfunctory tone anymore. Compared to Maddock, Talic preferred to give some guidance to young people.

As for Korrick, who was squatting on the other side, he just said nothing.

Korrick respects life, so he doesn't like guys who fight to die.

Know that even the berserker Banar fights to survive.

He didn't even want to look at the guy who fought in pursuit of death's footsteps.

"Craig Hollis. Can I find what I want here?"

Craig asked in a hopeful tone, and suddenly there was some light in his originally lifeless eyes.

"If you want to die, you only need to go to the most dangerous places. There will always be someone who can kill your soul."

Talic was a little angry at this young man who despised life and death.

The death of the body does not mean death, just like the souls of their ancestors, it just changed the way of existence.

And the death that the barbarians face is not just the death of the body.

In the battle with the Helllord, there are many cases where the barbarian warrior doesn't even have a soul left behind.

This is also the reason why the Rasma priests, the somewhat terrifying necromancers, use the remains of the dead.

What can a soulless corpse do to avenge the demon?

Only a necromancer can make these soul-dead men take revenge on those who killed them.

That's why barbarians never speak ill of necromancers.

Those guys are respectable, but still can't get close.

"Kill my soul? That's not what I want, I want to go where the dead go, but I always get rejected."

Craig said in a very low tone, and the whole figure fell directly to the ground as if he had lost all his strength.

Tears kept oozing out of his eyes.

"Are you going to the country of the dead?"

Burkesso's figure suddenly appeared in this place, and then a tall figure stood on top of Craig's head.

"Why?"

Burkeseau didn't quite understand the guy's thinking.

It's not that Bulkesso, who seeks death, has never seen one, but most of those guys only want to sleep forever, not to go to the country of the dead and continue to suffer.

Bulkasso just glanced at Craig and probably understood the so-called immortality of this guy.

It's just that, physically, this guy has reached a certain level of perfection.

But this kind of perfection didn't give Craig any qualifications to become stronger, it just made him stand out in terms of recovery and longevity.

With a vitality that is almost the same as pure Nephalem, the body exudes vitality all the time.

Lifespan can be described as "infinite", in terms of resilience, because the soul is not accepted by the rules of death itself, so the body is constantly recovering.

This is a guy who is almost indistinguishable from Nephalem.

There is no difference except that the nephalem's life and soul are accepted by death, and that the nephalem has no limits on the growth of power.

"I…"

Craig hesitated, not sure if he wanted to tell strangers about his pain.

"Okay, boy. You're not fit to be a barbarian. Your body won't accept the Nephalem bloodline of barbarians."

Burkessel sat directly next to Craig.

This guy's body is more balanced, and it is impossible to accept any biased Nephalem bloodline.

The barbarians, witchers, necromancers and vanishing druids are a bit more demon-like, and the crusaders and those witch doctors are more like angels.

Only monks' bodies come closest to the concept of balance.

This can be seen from the transformation skills that explore the power of bloodline.

The Barbarian's Rage of the Berserkers is as grim as the Witcher's Vengeance incarnation is full of negative emotions. Those druids who disappeared into beasts will not be without beasts. The necromancer's blood and soul split is more like using the devil's means to let the blood divide the soul.

The Crusader Akarat warrior form is golden and shining, looking like a battle angel without wings.

The witch doctor's soul walk shows the essence of their soul, the dark blue soul is not much different from the Archangel Ytherael of Fate.

As for the spiritual enlightenment skill that the monks dubbed the black transformation, the whole body became pitch black, but there was divine brilliance everywhere. It was as if Prius had been dyed black, or Mephisto had believed in the Holy Light.

The blood of the monk is the most balanced.

As for the mage...

The mages are the superposition of knowledge and rules, and the posture of the magistrates is that they use their soul and knowledge to forcibly control the rules.

Bloodlines are of no use to them.

Bulkasso even suspected that Li Min, even if not Nephalem, could gain that terrifying power and use knowledge to gain immortality.

And if Craig, whose body tends to be perfectly balanced as a human being, wants to become a Nephalem, then probably only the blood of the monk blood can be integrated into it.

"I don't want to be a barbarian, I just want to go to the land of the dead."

Craig didn't quite understand Bourkesall's words, he just wanted the same treatment of "death".

"Then you probably need to make an application to the death in person."

Bourkessel also began to feel troubled by the guy in front of him.

He couldn't understand why the Holy Mountain of Harrogath let this guy come up for a while, and directed him to come here to meet this guy.

Burkeseau couldn't figure it out.

Originally, he was sitting quietly on a rock, thinking about what basis he could use to wake Leoric.

Minahak's skeleton is indeed enough for Skeleton King Leoric to show up as a basis, but what Bulkesso doesn't want to revive is still the Skeleton King who hates life and refuses death.

What he wanted to wake up was Leoric, the wise king of Canduras. If that guy was sober, he could give Bulkesho a lot of advice.

Especially the knowledge of the dark soul stone and the experience of fighting the Whisper of the Infernal Lord, which is what Bulkesso needs.

"I just want to go to the land of death, it's too painful for me to live."

Following Craig's words, Burkesso suddenly understood the meaning of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

A body rejected by death, a soul that wants to die.

This is Leoric's best reliance.

"Maybe I..."

Halfway through speaking, Bourkesso suddenly stopped talking.

If he wants Leoric to revive, he will take away a person's immortality? Even if immortality is painful for this person, even if what this person wants is to be picked up by death?

This is not fair at all! Life cannot be weighed apart from life itself.

Whether or not the owner of this life wants to continue living, this life is his own.

Life should not be taken as a price.

Even if he didn't need this life, Bourkesso couldn't give anything of equal value in exchange for it.

"You can live on the holy mountain for a while, and it may make you want to open up. If you are afraid of losing, you will not lose anything here. At least you will no longer be sad about loss."

Bourkesso twitched the corners of his mouth, and finally said the same thing.

Since the Holy Mountain recognized Craig Hollis, he would not force him to go down the mountain.

A man who is looking for death?

What a sadness that is.

There is no sin in this guy, and some are just some small kindness.

Being different is sometimes considered a mistake, but the Nephalems were never different.

The holy mountain of Harrogath has room for a grief-stricken man.

"Can you see death here?"

Craig's voice was full of humble prayers, which made Bourkesso's expression even more uncontrollable.

"Death has left indelible pain here. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

Bulkessel grabbed a mass of snow on the ground, beneath which lay the remnants of the barbarians who had turned to ashes when death came.

Death took the lives of the savages, and Malthael's power crushed the souls of the hapless.

They ended up with nothing left.

Burkesoe still couldn't like this guy named Craig Hollis.

What kind of courage did this guy use to get the approval of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath?

Is it the courage to persevere and seek death?

Burkesso felt more and more confused.

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