Dark Savages Come To the United States Chapter 336

"Why do you think I'll tell you this if you ask?"

Volusk let the filthy things smash down his face unsuspectingly, his eyes twinkling at Maddock.

The majestic and mighty body did not waver or give way in the slightest.

Perhaps in Vorusk's eyes, there was nothing worth letting him back down.

"Cut, the great immortal king didn't even appear on the battlefield, why do you think I'm afraid of your power?"

Maddock said loudly.

With an axe, he smashed a piece of demon into minced flesh.

Maddock didn't look back to see what Vorusk looked like, he didn't care about those things.

What if Volusk was offended?

Killed on a holy mountain?

Or will Volusk banish Maddock from the holy mountain of Harrogath in the name of the Immortal King?

Do not make jokes!

The Three Ancestors were the gatekeepers chosen by the original Bulkesso, and this was not something that Volusk could change.

"Madok, shut up! Now concentrate on cleaning the outside of the holy mountain!"

Talek couldn't help but speak.

Certainly not for some reason like "can't offend Volusk".

Every barbarian does not fear anything easily.

He just felt that it was more important to concentrate on fighting now.

"Boring question."

Volusk's expression darkened.

But under the cover of the demon's plasma, the subtle loss in his expression was not discovered.

At the time, Volusk didn't watch everything go to the worst possible ending, just that an immortal king who was already a ghost couldn't be distracted by other places while blocking Rathma.

Vorusk didn't say much, and walked silently on the battlefield.

The iron boots stepped on the blood mixed with the snow, and every step was not neat.

Plasma and dirt stuck to his boots, pulling a long thread of silk with every step.

There is no earthy fragrance in the fishy stench, nor the power of nature.

That crushed battle was an unforgettable memory in Volusk's heart.

How could Volusk be proud of his life saved by the explosion of the World Stone?

"What is our mission now?"

Korrick stomped on the ground and stomped a large piece of demon into minced flesh, his body was covered in flesh and blood, and he opened his mouth to speak.

Then he casually said that a piece of devil's flesh spit out from his mouth, and his eyes were a little erratic.

"Do you think the goalkeeper will have other tasks? Klick, it's enough to stop these **** in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain now!"

Tariq waved the epee in his hand, emptied the splashed flesh and blood with bursts of storms, and said to Korlick:

"Let Calgar do the counterattack, we just need to defend here."

"Then why did Volusk come here? Just to watch us talk about the scum being minced?"

Maddock glanced at Volusk, who was walking a little further away, and asked.

The Three Patriarchs wouldn't understand what Volusk wanted to do.

This secret realm is different!

The intervention of Jotun Kuller, and the Archangel and the Demon God personally ended.

Will there be anything else in it?

Vorusk needs to see with his own eyes and fulfill his responsibilities as a witness and judge.

It was just a battle, a battle that opened the scars in the hearts of countless ancestors.

"Ancestor Orak, are you going to take us to fight?"

Jessica looked at the burly figure in front of her and asked hesitantly.

Orak is not the ancestor who died in this battle, he is more ancient.

This is not his battlefield, nor his obsession.

Even if it is as painful as this battle, it is as sad as it is.

Jessica looked at Olak in front of her, only to feel that this ancestor who had always been gentle to her like an elder became a little cold.

This made Jessica a little uneasy.

"No, I'm just responsible for keeping the two of you safe."

Olak closed his eyes and said so.

He didn't frown tightly, but he clenched the palm of the blade of the God of War tightly.

He didn't want to see even the slightest picture of this battle, because he was afraid that he would rush towards the archangel and the two demon gods in anger.

Death is the best destination for a soldier, but victory is the ultimate glory!

The death of Orak brought the glory of victory and the continuation of the barbarian race.

He didn't complain.

But what can victory in this battle bring?

Those ancestors who fought would mourn the tragedies of the past even more after the battle was over.

All the responsibility will be placed on Burkeseau.

It's not fair.

It's not fair at all for a fighter!

And soldiers?

He didn't see the scene he wanted to see, can a group of guys like sightseeing be called warriors?

"So, where should we start fighting?"

Luke asked suspiciously.

Luke sensed that the atmosphere was wrong, but he had nothing better to do than ask stupid questions.

Jessica held his hand and looked calm.

Not the slightest bit of tension.

Bourkessel said that the ancestors would protect their lives.

The deathless battle relieved her nerves.

Maddock didn't mean to fight with Luke.

Luke is not the one who guards the gates of the Holy Mountain!

The gatekeeper is an honorable identity, which is the recognition of the first ancestors!

And Luke was a lot worse.

"Start where you can see the demons, and then try to survive the battle."

Olak said casually.

His head turned towards the two guys not far away.

Abomination and Purple Man.

It is also his task to guard these two guys who have a little bit of Diablo's breath.

This is a bit overkill, and the God of War Orak can bring more powerful help on the battlefield.

But Olak's voice was spent in the battle to turn the tide, and it has not yet reached the most dangerous juncture.

"Let's go! Luke!"

Jessica grabbed Luke's hand and walked in the direction of the towering tower.

It was a relatively safe place on the battlefield, and the recruits were all standing on the sentry tower under the arrangement of the old General Qualkek.

Whether it's throwing axes or shooting arrows, it's whatever they want.

If you feel that your actions are worthless, then it doesn't matter if you rush into the frontal battlefield.

This is not their battle, the recruits are just here for sightseeing.

The balance of victory and defeat is never in their hands.

Jessica didn't notice Olak's disappointment, or when Olak chose to close his eyes motionless, Jessica didn't feel that the **** of war was hungry.

"Ancestor, when am I eligible to inherit the responsibility of the Big Bear tribe?"

Jessica shouted without turning her head.

Olak did not answer her.

The Big Bear Tribe is over, over! The last surviving pure bear tribe barbarian is dead.

Jessica wants to inherit this responsibility?

At least not until she understands what fighting is.

After drinking the stench of the devil's blood in his mouth, after chewing the stone-like limbs of the Earth-beater to satisfy his hunger!

In the battle, the skin was torn by countless sharp claws, and the scars on the body that could not be healed were piled on top of each other!

Be prepared to die every time you fight, and the moment you know you'll be the devil's food after every hit!

When you can't see the slightest chance of victory, the moment when you can still unswervingly use the greatest strength to send weapons into the mouths of those scumbags, is the birth of a warrior!

Olak is very harsh on warriors. Jessica considers herself a warrior, but obviously she is not!

"Let's go, fighting is not for escaping."

Luke tugged at Jessica and said.

There is no need to wait any longer, the ancestors are ready to go!

Those old guys are all well cleaned up one by one, waiting for the recoil horn to sound.

"Devils are never tireless, and neither are we."

Olak watched the two young barbarians walk towards the front line and spoke slowly.

Time is the most merciless.

fade everything away.

It was as if Orak had sworn to remember the child forever, and now he couldn't even remember the child's face.

"I'm going to rush up and have a good fight, old bear! Are you ready to witness the cub's claws?"

Banar said casually with a heavy knife that was easy to chop.

The old bear was his name for Olak, and this moment was like the last time the two ancestors met when they were alive.

Banar will always stand behind Orak!

Either position or idea.

Berserker Banar will always put the will of the God of War before his own!

In the wrath of an incomplete berserker, Orak's voice and will were his only beliefs.

"You're not a bear anymore. Go do what you want. Banar."

Olak did not move at all, just spoke softly.

He was afraid that once his body moved, he would drop all his worries and rush to the front line.

Whether it is taking care of two inexplicable homes, or taking care of the lives of young people.

None of this was what he wanted.

It's just that Orak needs the job.

Soldiers do not fight under protection forever, and on the battlefield, no one can be trusted except their comrades who fight with them.

That's what Orak wants to tell those recruits.

"The glory of the bear, in the name of the barbarians of the bear tribe."

Banar stretched out his fist and placed it in front of Olak.

Banar prepared for the worst.

He has always been so.

Fight to the death, fight until the berserker who has lost his mind can no longer wield the weapon in his hand!

Fighting to the point that even the teeth that could kill the enemy fell off, and the nails were blown away!

"Go, Banar, I hope there will be a place for us to meet after the soul dies."

Olak said softly.

This is a revenge and a fight for the future!

Volusk went to find the guy who had been hiding for a long time, and these ancestors who did not wield weapons against demons and angels would be ready to give everything.

Make that guy pay!

"Can Rasma affect the soul of that one? I still find it hard to believe."

Banar rambled, then left.

"This is what Vorusk said. That noble fellow was stronger than Vorusk when he was alive."

Olak said so.

He didn't know if Banar could hear this, but it didn't matter.

This is what he said to himself.

The God of War will appear on the toughest battlefields and turn the tide! Just like when he was alive.

"The battle of death, or the battle of survival?"

"Cassius, you should be in Calgar's team."

Olak said this to Cassius who suddenly appeared.

This reckless fellow died in this war.

He shouldn't be here.

"Did you know about the death of Leoric's rampant Skeletron? If you did, you wouldn't say such a thing."

Cassius said with some contemptuous mockery on his face:

"It's sad to die and die again. But that guy can finally rest in peace."

"Sacrifice, I thought you were used to it."

Olak opened his eyes, the anger in his eyes had replaced his eyes.

In the empty eye sockets, only two flaming rage flames were burning.

"Barbarians have never let others sacrifice before us, Olak! Before I died, I never let my relatives in the tribe die in front of me!"

Cassius said with some pride.

The leader of another era of the Big Bear tribe.

Chief after Coutour!

Bear tribe is always like this, the chief is always the first to die on the battlefield.

It's like lining up early, waiting for the arrival of death one by one.

The strong men of the Big Bear Tribe have already made plans to become chiefs, that is, to write their names on the front row of the notebook of death!

"I didn't do this, are you here to question me?"

Olak's body stood in place like a sculpture, and the fire eyes in the eye sockets were free from restrictions, and flowed down Olak's face like water.

Then lit the blade of the God of War!

"I'm just telling you that this time is the same as it was back then. Young people who are alive are the future. Those who die will only be tears of sadness!"

Cassius said this, his arm pointed at Jessica who had just climbed up the tower.

Olak didn't like Jessica much, and the inheritance at that time was more of a helpless choice.

Olak treats Jessica with tenderness, but that is not the attitude towards the heir!

Only harsher treatment can give warriors a better chance of surviving.

"She is the only barbarian in the Big Bear Tribe!"

Cassius said this while looking at Olak in front of him.

Natasha inherited his Cassius fighting style, but Natasha is a barbarian, not a barbarian from the Big Bear tribe.

Even if the status of the tribe is lower than that of the group, it is still noble!

"Then what? Even where to fight, I need my guidance. Such warriors are not worthy of inheriting the glory of Big Bear!"

The blade of the God of War in Olak's hand was burning in the flames, and bursts of brilliance flickered continuously.

"Do you just think of her as your toy? Or does Orak, the God of War, need an obedient rag doll to make up for his guilt for that child!?"

Cassius walked in front of Olak and roared into Olak's face.

Anger is visible to the naked eye.

Cassius' will to protect his own people has never wavered!

Just like when he was alive!

He will find the enemy for the death of his clan!

He will hunt down the wolves for the sheep in the tribe to be stolen by the wolves!

Everything in the tribe is the target of his shelter!

Use his own strength and the fear of his enemies as an umbrella for the Big Bear tribe!

This is Cassius' will as chief!

"If you want to do this, take care of her life yourself!"

Olak looked at the angry face in front of him and Cassius said calmly.

Olak had no intention of saving Jessica's life from the fight from the start!

He is the **** of war, the most harsh existence for soldiers.

Save the weak clan?

Of course! This is the chief's responsibility!

Just saving an immature warrior?

God of War would not do this!

Orak, who is known as the God of War, has no mercy in the face of war!

Always shouting "the warrior should die in battle", his kindness has always been towards those who are unable to fight.

Unqualified fighters will be eliminated naturally, and Orak will not save them again and again.

"You and I both know what this battle means for Bourkesso! I won't let go of my responsibilities and do what should be yours."

Cassius rubbed his girdle, twitching his braided beard.

He knew he couldn't get Orak to change his mind.

"Then shut up! My decision is not something you can question!"

Olak's body began to be burned with anger!

This is the wrath of Orak, the wrath of death!

What is the purpose of the battle?

For Orak, the purpose of battle is to bring death!

Either the opponent's or his death!

The coldest ancestor on the holy mountain!

The most severe ancestor of warriors on the holy mountain!

The most fanatical ancestor on the holy mountain!

For the meticulous gentleness of the clansmen, and for the cold warriors, they will only ignore the ancestors of death!

God of War Orak!

The founder of the legend of the Big Bear tribe!

My heart is filled with fear, but the fear is turned into fuel to keep fighting!

Face the battle, the icy anger, the anger that will burn you down!

This is the true face of God of War Orak!

"But I can change your approach, I can change this ending!"

Cassius grabbed his beard and said with tough eyes!

"Barbarians never change the will of others!"

"So I will only change the outcome of your choice!"

Cassius and Orak confronted each other.

On the empty hand came the hammer that he had cherished in his youth.

Molten slag!

Facing the God of War's Blade, Cassius' fist could not resist that kind of edge.

Even if ignoring the pain can continue his life and existence, it will not make the arm comparable to the legend of the God of War!

"You want to fight me before you go out? What do you think of fighting! You bastard!"

The anger on Olak's body has already burned and rolled his skin!

A burst of arrogance spread, constantly approaching Cassius.

"You know, the pride of Cassius! Your anger will not affect me even the slightest!"

Cassius patted his belt, raised his head high and looked at Orak, who was taller than him.

No need for any state, no need for anger to bless his body, Olak already has a height of more than 2.4 meters.

The burly body like a rock never gave in!

"Then, soldier! Are you ready to die!"

Olak's voice was suppressed stubbornly.

The anger made the sound of oil burning from his body.

"I have already died once, but even if you ask me this question, I will only say that it is me who is destined to survive!"

Cassius was holding the molten **** and laughing wildly!

To live to death?

Cassius never thought of it this way!

Even when he died, he always thought he was the one who survived!

Cassius, who should have died because he could not feel the pain, thought he was alive even when he appeared on the holy mountain as the spirit of the ancestors!

Two legends born in different eras, two leaders of the Big Bear tribe separated by hundreds of years.

The two have completely different attitudes to face the clan!

"You just watch them fight like this?"

Johanna stood beside Bourkessel and watched the confrontation between Cassius and Olak following Bourkessel's eyes.

"You plan to let me use my power to change the will of the two legends?"

Burkeseau said calmly.

Unlike wavering, he had no intention of intervening in this conflict of ideas.

Whose idea is noble?

Whose perception is correct?

Do not make jokes!

The soul is the most noble!

Will is the noblest thing!

Is there a being that can be called a legend that can be easily influenced?

"If I tell you like this, everything you believe in is false! Everything you insist on is wrong, will you betray your beliefs because of what I said? Johanna!",

Bourkesso turned his head to look at Johanna in front of him, and his voice was not cold.

But not much gentleness was heard.

This is somewhat different from the Bourkesso in Johanna's impression.

"Probably not? But what if I said yes?"

Johanna spoke cheerfully.

There seems to be no problem that will make her feel embarrassed.

"You're still young, Johanna!

You are too young to follow the trail of Tyrael's fall for that ethereal prophecy! "

Bourkessel said in disappointment.

He thought that after Malthael's devastating attack, Johanna would become more mature.

Johanna, who was less than thirty years old, was only slightly more mature than Li Min, who was less than twenty years old.

No years of teaching, no long experience.

These young people are always a little ridiculous.

"So you're only going to talk about this with Karashim? Bulkesso, you're as cold as the rock I'm sitting on!"

Johanna said angrily.

As a fighter through a series of harrowing battles, Johanna considers herself mature enough.

Johanna, who has witnessed countless tragedies with her own eyes, thinks she should be mature enough in Bourkessel's eyes.

"How old do you think Nazpo is?"

Bulkasso wiped away the blood on his face, which was the injury left in the battle with Reko, so a little time was not enough for his body to recover.

Bourkesso finished speaking and poured a bottle of spirits into his mouth.

None of the heroes in biographies smeared liquor all over their bodies.

The drink entered Bourkessel's stomach without any waste, and then flowed out from the wound in his abdomen.

with blood.

Johanna looked at Bourkessel and frowned.

"A hundred years old? One hundred or two hundred?"

Johanna said according to her own guess.

Nazpo was always very calm and rarely showed much emotion.

There was always something about him that made Johanna feel sullen.

"Twenty-eight!"

Bourkessel gave Johanna a deep look and said.

Nazpo is only twenty-eight years old!

He can wander from many magical worlds than the jungle he grew up in!

His knowledge is also obtained from those magical worlds, just like innate knowledge! It was a gift from countless souls merging with him!

Nazbo was expelled by his clan, let him escape from the world! Waiting to die in vain!

Those witch doctors who are not strong enough say he is contempt for the soul!

But only Nazbo conforms to the will of those souls!

Among the witch doctors in the Invisible Land, only Nazbo is powerful enough to face the Demon King of Hell!

The other witch doctors are as weak as those toads under Nazbo's feet!

"Mature, it has nothing to do with your age! Johanna!"

Burkeseau put a finger through his belly and held down the stomach wound!

This prevented the liquor from continuing to flow out of the wound.

"I'm not mature enough? Maturity isn't your kind of indifference to everything."

Johanna spoke calmly.

"Have I ever just watched things happen!"

Burkeseau stared at Johanna with wide eyes.

The slightly healed wound burst open again, and the blood continued to flow.

"I just! Never try to change someone's will! Johanna! You should see with your own eyes, not ask me what I think!"

Burkesso said nonchalantly!

A pair of eyes stared at Cassius and Olak.

Mostly there is only one kind of winner on the battlefield, and that is the one who survives!

But this is not the case in the battle between the same clans!

In this kind of battle, the victor is the one who has the right to kill the other!

"Okay, Burkeseau. There is no answer to this question.

I just want to know now, what are you planning? "

Johanna calmed down and asked Burkesso seriously.

Halfway up the mountain, the vanguards led by Calgar were ready to rush out.

They know the position of Baal and Mephisto, and this time they will use their own power to end the threat of the two demon gods!

The vanguard will open a path in the sea of ​​demons that leads directly to the devil!

The main force will appear in front of those two demon gods without damage!

And those ancestors who didn't get hit, all looked serious, as if they were waiting for something to appear!

The most abnormal is Vorusk!

The Immortal King was walking towards a remote place step by step, with a rare hesitation in his footsteps.

"Planning a soul."

Burkeseau said with a normal expression.

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

The wound on his body slowly scabbed over, and the blood on his body made him look a little sloppy.

The beard was dyed red, and the tattered armor was stained with blood.

This armor is the most common combat state of Bulkesso.

After the battle with Reko, Bulkessel did not change out of this armor, which has already explained the problem.

That's why Johanna asks.

"A fight?"

Johanna said while looking at Bourkessel in front of her.

His demeanor was a little shaken.

"Nazibo told me that he once felt this spirit."

Bourkesso gave more information, then fell silent again.

Vorusk knew whose soul it was, and that awakening that soul could lead to danger.

But he was still relentless.

This is what the cowardly immortal Volusk must do!

"who is it?"

Johanna asked thoughtfully.

But Bourkessel did not give an answer.

Gu Yi stood on the sentry tower and watched the three ancestors clean up in the tide of demons.

He looked a little serious.

She has tried her best to imagine the horror of the demon army, but she felt the indescribable pressure when she stood on the front line herself.

A huge demon that looked like a towering building was advancing unswervingly.

The target is the city wall under her feet!

Harrogath City is not only accessible from the direction of the Holy Mountain Gate.

And here will be another tragic battlefield!

The unnamed ancestors around them were waiting solemnly, ballistas, trebuchets, and various obstacles placed on the ground inside the city wall.

These all show that the barbarians are ready for the city wall to be breached!

The battle itself was so brutal!

Countless weapons turned into pieces!

Most of the spare equipment on the weapon rack was smashed to pieces.

Hell hosts will climb the city walls with countless demons!

The siege assault beast will break through the solid city walls and turn the defense into a hand-to-hand fight.

The devil is infinite!

"Rasuk! You didn't tell me that the logistics is on the wall!"

Tony growled loudly.

There was some panic in the voice.

No matter who sees the dense army of demons, they will think like this.

Tony is a little curious if the use of technology such as missiles can hurt those demons!

If the demon army starts to attack humans one day, will the human defense line work?

"Don't make such a fuss! This is the best place to repair weapons. Once the weapons are repaired, the soldiers will be ready to fight."

Rasuk stood by the city wall and looked around and said:

"Let me tell you, we're not a dead convoy! I can blow the devil's head with a hammer if I need to!"

"How strong is the devil?"

Tony asked.

All of a sudden, the corrupted Dalek I saw in London flashed in my mind.

If the strength of the demon army can reach that level, then humans will not be much better at confronting demons than those militiamen meeting American soldiers.

"How strong? This question makes it a little difficult for me to answer."

Rasuk scratched his head, turned and asked Aunt Mara beside him.

"Aunt Mara, how strong is the devil?"

"Strong? No matter how strong it is, it will never be stronger than Bulkasso, Rasuk."

Aunt Mara wiped the axe in her hand with a cloth.

It was a fight that didn't require a doctor, so Aunt Mara took up arms.

"Do you hear Tony? No better than Bourkesso."

Rasuk dealt with Tony casually.

His mind has long been immersed in the battle itself.

In that battle the barbarians had far more warriors than they do now!

After all, not every barbarian will appear on the holy mountain in the form of a soul after death.

Soldiers who have no obsession and the dead who shiver in battle and lose their will to fight will only become part of the holy mountain.

without being awakened.

It's cruel, but no accusation.

"I wouldn't be here if I was stronger than Bourkesso!"

Tony felt a little hairy in his heart.

Such an answer made him unacceptable.

"You won't die! The ancestors can throw you out of this secret realm at any time."

Rasuk said so

But he looked worried.

He was a bright and lively young man who had lived less than Tony's years.

He felt the unusualness of this secret realm.

"Don't care about those, do you have to wait silently to die in the face of an invincible enemy? It's all about fighting, that's all."

Rumlow said while holding a helmet.

This standard helmet made him feel a little surprised.

After all, the experience of finding equipment in the secret realm is quite rare, and this time the equipment was actually distributed.

"How do I launch a charge on the city wall?"

Casillas tapped his helmet and said.

The walls of Harrogath City are not thin at all, they are even thick.

Catapults were placed on the city walls, and space for battle was left.

But Casillas, who inherited Canuck's fighting style, felt that it was not enough.

The kind of charge that continuously draws power from the collision does not support sharp turns.

Circumstances limit his combat effectiveness.

"You can rush from one side to the other!"

Leko patted Casillas on the shoulder and said, pointing in the direction of General Qualkek.

There General Ross was standing there with a doubt about life.

General Ross himself planned to return to his army to track down Mordok's information.

But before he could tell the barbarian about his plan to leave here, he was shrouded in the open secret realm.

"My teacher, it should be said to be a former teacher."

Casillas looked at Gu Yi's profile and said.

There was some sadness in his tone.

He still couldn't completely forget what it was like to be a mage.

"What, are you going to take revenge?"

Matthew asked casually.

"No! That's the result of my lack of greed! It's all my fault! I should reflect on myself!"

Casillas shouted loudly!

The sound was almost comparable to a battle cry.

Confessing the Wrong Battle Cry?

"Hahaha! What did Canuck do to you?"

Leko patted Matthew on the shoulder and laughed loudly.

Conditioning, Casillas of Canucks has been made.

Now Casillas is an excellent fighter.

It's just that I'm a little too nervous when facing problems.

"Nothing. Ancestor Canuck taught me something. The kind that got into my head in the toughest way."

Casillas said with some embarrassment.

He felt a dull pain in his jaw.

"Let's eat something first. It will take about half an hour for the demon to break through the line of defense of the catapult and ballista and rush here?"

Matthew said so.

Noisy environments are not particularly suitable for him to play.

However, after becoming a barbarian, his strong physical fitness made him not lose his ability to fight because of his loud voice.

Barbarian battlefields are always rowdy.

The shouting and shouting will never cease.

If a barbarian is disturbed by noise, he can't fight well.

"Eat what?"

The killer monkey climbed on Matthew's head and flipped through Matthew's hair.

As a monkey, it is instinctive to rummage for lice.

"Here, this!"

Casillas took out a French eyebrow stick from his backpack and stuffed it into Matthew's hand.

The Killer Monkey leaned forward and glanced at it, then turned his head with contempt and started rummaging for lice again.

"Brown bread? It's that long?"

Matthew asked suspiciously.

This is Canuck's work. In order to make Casillas better understand the right and wrong of the basics, he has prepared a lot of these styles of bread.

"I think, I might need a little broth."

Matthew tried breaking the bread, but it didn't work.

"By the way, it seems that Aunt Mara prepared food while treating the wounded?"

Rasuk asked with a thoughtful expression.

The hammer in his hand hit the iron felt, and there was an unpleasant sound.

"I forgot that these young people still need to eat, which is ill-considered."

Aunt Mara said casually, took out a large pot from the debris piled up on one side, briefly dealt with the scene, and then set up a simple stove.

"Who's going to get some water?"

Rumlow glanced at the people around him and asked.

Then he consciously carried the pot on his back and jumped out towards the bottom of the city wall.

The snow all over the place is a good source of water when it is not contaminated with blood.

"Will we be able to catch up with the food being cooked after the fight starts?"

Tony said irritably.

A diamond was firmly stuffed on the top of the cringed reactor on his chest.

Flawless royal diamonds are not bad as an energy source.

It's just that Rasuk used a chisel to punch a hole in the reactor in the roughest way, and this process made Tony feel cold sweat.

"Who knows? If it really doesn't work, you just put yourself in the mouth of the devil? The ancestors will protect you anyway."

Rasuk said casually.

Then they saw Lecco pacing up slowly and leisurely.

"Rei~ Ancestor Raiko!"

Leko looked at Leko with admiration, her voice trembling.

"It's Leko, did you get your wish?"

Leko's voice is extraordinarily gentle~www.mtlnovel.com~ Leko is a descendant of her blood.

Although she and Jorez's sons were not able to retain their souls by the Holy Spirit.

But the bloodline of the two people continued well.

"I've been looking forward to this day for a long time."

Leko said with a smirk, a little embarrassed.

She hadn't communicated with Raiko in a long time.

As a descendant of Raiko, she didn't survive even five battles, and died in a molten trap in a ridiculous way, which made her a little ashamed.

"This is a fierce enough battle. I am here to watch you. As long as you are judged by me to be incapable of fighting, you will leave."

Raiko said so.

The battle for the city wall is generally the most tragic battlefield.

Chapter end