Dark Savages Come To the United States

"anyone there?"

The thin man who had just boarded the holy mountain walked directly into the gate of the holy mountain with a brazier in his arms, shouting loudly by the way.

He who has spent more than ten years visiting those legendary fighting masters has never been so peaceful for a moment like now.

"Newcomer? Come with me."

Qualkek was just at the gate of the holy mountain, and the old general always liked to hang around the gate.

"Who are you?"

The thin man suddenly saw the existence of a ghost, and was startled with fright.

On weekdays, he could more or less hear news about people with superpowers, but the existence of ghosts was beyond his cognition.

"Qualkek, General of the Barbarians."

Qualkek had always been a man of few words, but he was louder than anyone else when he acted.

"barbarian?"

The man muttered in a low voice, and followed Qualkek.

On the other hand, the conversation between Rumlow and Steve was basically completed. Although Rumlow did not get a positive answer, the current progress is not bad.

"Rumlow, you'd better tell Talik about your plan, that guy will definitely be able to give you some useful advice."

Maddock said angrily. Compared with Matthew and Rumlow, his heir is still a bit behind.

Not to mention the fact that Matthew has already been guided by Leiko, after all, the ancestor who leads the way cannot determine the upper limit of a barbarian.

But Matthew's physical changes were really noticed by them, and Rumlow's physique also caught up.

Luke's talent is no longer so conspicuous as he continues to grow stronger.

"I will, Patriarch Maddock."

Rumlow responded to Maddock with a more respectful attitude. He was very humble about the guidance of these barbarian ancestors.

"Qualkek has brought a newcomer, everyone, come and see! He is still holding a brazier foolishly in his hand!"

Vader's teasing laughter spread into the room, and then Korick walked out with a bad face.

He also ran to the gate holding the brazier at that time, and he wanted to talk about Vader's description of "stupid".

Before Korik came to the front, he heard the loud voices of a group of ancestors.

"It doesn't look like this guy is weak, why is he so haggard?"

"Whatever, but I seem to have seen that brazier somewhere?"

"Isn't that the one Korik just brought out? Korik seems to always like to do this kind of thing to show kindness."

The man surrounded by a group of ancestors was a bit big-headed at this time, and these ghosts surrounded him and commented on him like they were watching a monkey.

He raised his head and glanced at the projection above his head, a little concerned.

"Are you trying to fight me!"

Creek roared loudly, although he has never been a narrow-minded person who loves to hold grudges, but this does not prevent him from taking revenge on the spot.

"Korik, how do you know that someone will come up at the door? I thought I would see you fetching this brazier in a while."

Olongus grinned, and then saw Kerik jump and fly to his eyes.

"Pooh!"

"Fuck!"

Olongus and Kerik fought directly on the spot.

The two people waved their fists seemingly rough, and muffled sounds spread.

Then came the booing of the ancestors who had nothing to do.

"Korik, your fists are about to catch up with Cassius!"

"Kutur, you're talking nonsense! Korik is a hundred times away from me!"

Cassius, a warrior from the Tagus tribe, compared with other tribes, the barbarians of the Tagus tribe advocated the mysterious power of "purification of pain".

And Cassius is the leader of this tribe. He can improve the power of ignoring pain to a level that others can hardly match, which makes him the most skilled fighter among the ancestors of the barbarians.

That's right, this idiot waved a pair of fists and blasted the powerful demon, the neck-choker.

By the way, he also exploded his arms.

Then he died because he was too seriously injured and did not use the potion in time.

After him, the barbarians will always hear the teachings of their ancestors, requiring every barbarian to use the skill of "ignoring pain" carefully, because they can't distinguish their injuries without knowing the pain.

Cassius's funny way of death can't erase his strength. In the contest of skill alone, even Vorusk, who likes to throw punches, admits that he can't beat Cassius.

Cassius yelled as he joined Korik and Olongus in the fight.

With a pair of iron fists and nimble steps, he hammered Olongus, who was already at a disadvantage, to the ground cleanly, and then began to suppress Kerik.

"MD, Cassius, you have the ability to compare with me who can blow the opponent's head with a stone from fifty meters away!"

Olongus rubbed his eye sockets cursing and got up and withdrew from the battle.

It is common for an ancestor who is better at long-range attacks to meet a guy who is known for melee combat, and to be violently beaten.

"Kutur, you bastard! You still don't go up to help!"

Olongus directly dragged the culprit into the water.

If it wasn't for Kutur's flattery, how could he be beaten violently in front of the rookies.

"I said, I don't know what this place is yet."

The thin man looked at Cassius' violent and swift fists and kicks, and his attention was immediately shifted here, with excitement in his eyes.

Tocassius did not use his full strength and his years of trained eyesight, he was able to catch some shadows of Cassius' fist.

Constantly learning fighting techniques, he yearned for Cassius' superb boxing skills.

"Here is Harrogath, holy mountain of the barbarians."

Kotur stroked his long beard that was braided, and said like a growl.

Then he pushed aside Qualkek who stood in front of him, and that strong body, which was half a head shorter than Bulkasso, walked towards the battlefield.

Kotur, leader of the Great Bear Tribe after Aurak's death.

He was not tall among the barbarians, but his neck was completely covered by the muscles on his shoulders, showing his strength.

The tall muscles in his shoulders connected directly to the back of his head, and his thick waist made him look like a pillar of Thumper.

Coupled with those limbs that are thicker than Aurak, the strength can be seen on his body at a glance.

As a guy who can use the Agron troll as a barbell to exercise his muscles in wrestling, he is not afraid of Cassius' invisible fist.

After all, he was too strong. Even if Cassius hit him on the chin with all his strength, he couldn't shake the head that was as stable as the holy mountain of Harrogas.

As long as he is caught by Kurtur, he will be thrown to the ground severely.

When this guy is swinging people, he will also use the ground to trample on the ground to make the ground stronger.

The earth is his weapon, and the harder it is, the stronger he is.

Then he put his arms around Cassius' neck and separated the two.

"You bastard!"

Kerik, who finally gained some breathing room, spat out a mouthful of blood, and then pulled out the Bastin's Power.

With a roar, he rushed towards Cassius.

Indeed, the only ones who can defeat Cassius on the Holy Mountain with bare hands and Vorusk who crushed with strength.

But Cassius can only be considered top-notch in a fight, he can't beat Kerik.

"Okay, it's my fault!"

Kurtul threw Cassius in his arms to the back, then puffed up his muscles and rushed towards Kerik.

He took over all the contradictions without accident, as Kurtur always did, using his body to bear all the mistakes.

Kerik hastily withdrew his strength, but Kurtur directly used his strong muscles to grab the giant ax in Kerik's hand at his waist, and then held down the bruised and swollen Kerik.

He intentionally hurt himself this time, and Korik is not the kind of guy who can't hold back when he swings a weapon. This is Kurtur's way of apologizing.

"You always do such silly stupid things!"

Kerik put away his weapon and looked at Kurtur in front of him.

This guy was a bit out of his mind, so he was dragged by Bilie to wrestle with the neck-choker under the guise of a power competition. In terms of strength, he won, and was poisoned to death by the neck-choker's poison.

By the way, Cassius killed the choker just to avenge him.

"I said, what did you lead me here for?"

The man who had been ignored for a long time spoke calmly.

"We didn't lead you here, you were called by the Holy Mountain."

Qualkek walked to the middle with square steps.

"Okay, guys. Who wants to train this kid?"

On the holy mountain, Qualkek is still very prestigious. Although no matter who says this sentence, it can have the same effect, but only Qualkek will get a relatively quiet environment for speaking.

"He doesn't look like a guy who throws weapons and smashes demons."

Olongus was still rubbing his black eye sockets.

"I want to teach him boxing and kicking. His body looks like he has undergone a lot of fighting training. So..."

Cassius, who just got up from the ground, said nothing, but was stopped by Kurtur with his eyes.

"He came up with Korik's kindness."

Kotur glanced at the brazier on the ground, then looked at Kerik.

Qualkek nodded, then turned and left the scene.

Not far away, Steve and Rumlow have just come to this place.

Then Olongus glanced at the few people who came over, and focused his gaze on Hawkeye.

Hawkeye Barton's equipment showed that he was a guy who was good at mid-range and long-distance combat. Although Olongus didn't like longbows very much, he also wanted to get an heir.

Cassius and Olongus looked at each other, then walked directly to Natasha.

"Lao Tzu's heir can also overthrow your heir, and I can break your pebble with five punches at most!"

Cassius was still thinking about what Olongus said about throwing stones fifty meters away. Cassius, who is aggressive by nature, never admit defeat.

Even now he would always challenge Bulkelso.

After all, things like skills will not become weaker because he lost his body, but will only become stronger as they accumulate.

"Then a month later?"

Olongus said this with sarcasm, he didn't think what he threw would be easily stopped.

After all, the barbarian's throwing is to pay attention to a strong and heavy weight!

In terms of strength alone, he is 20% stronger than Cassius. If he wasn't really bad at melee combat compared to other ancestors, he wouldn't always be beaten violently.

Olongus calculated that it would take a month for a melee player to have the power to break through far beyond the defense line, and this guy Cassius would definitely agree.

Aggression is Cassius' greatest weakness.

"It's a bet! If you lose, go to Bulkexo and ask for his treasure, at least five bottles!"

These two guys didn't think about whether they would be rejected at all, but if Hawkeye and Natasha were given the opportunity to become stronger, these two agents would not refuse.

Although these two people have not reached the level of incomparable kindness, they are still acceptable.

More barbarians are needed now to fight better the moment Malthael appears.

After all, that angel still has a Legion of Soul Reapers under him.

"Boy, what's your name?"

Korik stood in front of the emaciated man, rubbing the bruise on his face.

"Bruce Wayne."

Bruce's eyes looked at Cassius's back from time to time, and he still couldn't forget that superb boxing technique.

"Cassius' iron fist is indeed superb, but I am stronger!"

Creek said everything, and didn't hide anything.

Korik, who never hides and brags for the sake of face, is the most honest one on the holy mountain, and he doesn't even do it to show off.

Stick to the bottom line, that's what barbarians need.

And Korrick has the highest bottom line among the barbarians, and has never violated it.

"Being my heir, I will show you the way to become stronger."

Creek looked at Bruce in front of him, his eyes were sincere and frank, but the blooming face was a little funny.

"May I think about it?"

Bruce was very tempted, but he would not make rash decisions due to his prudent nature.

Even if he yearns for power, yearns for the power that can change everything.

But he had to learn about this place and these people in advance.

He believes that only by preparing well can we better achieve our goals.

"certainly."

Korick gave Bruce Wayne a deep look.

"I'll arrange a place for you, and there are a few recruits who are being trained over there."

Creek turned around and led the way, Bruce looked up at the projection above his head.

Behind the trembling girl above, a gap appeared on the metal door panel, and a hazy yellow light came through.

And that noisy roar.

"what is she doing?"

Bruce clenched his fists and asked a little impatiently.

Obviously the girl was in danger.

"She is seeking a chance of redemption, and only if she survives can she be qualified to use actions to wash away the blood on her hands."

Creek turned his head and followed Bruce's line of sight: "It's just that the stain on her heart can't be washed off, and she has to spend the rest of her life in reflection."

Bruce probably understood some of the situation, and Kerrick had already said a lot.

He took a deep look at Jessica's terrified face in the projection, then took two quick steps, and followed Kerik.

"Should I also accept this trial to gain strength?"

"After you have gone through the basic training."

The two walked towards the row of dormitories.

Rumlow's dormitory is not full yet, and if more people enter, they will be more angry.

Then the "Three Idiots" returned to the same starting line. After they all had heirs, the competition between them would shift to the competition among heirs.

Kerik felt that the person he had chosen was the guide of the Holy Mountain, and he would not lose.

In order to avoid some arguments, I would like to say a few words.

At this stage, Master Wayne is still pursuing strength, and he has the belief and is willing to work hard for it.

All his equipment is because he is not strong enough, so he must arm himself. Seeing the opportunity to set foot on the extraordinary, and it is not an evil means, I think his temptation is justified.

And let me say a few more words about not killing people... In fact, the first Batman was killing people... His initial character was mixed with the red hood, and he also did it with double guns. The setting of not killing people was established, which also gave birth to the appearance of the red hood.

One of his charms is not to kill, it is certain and unchanged, but humans are not the only enemies, and not to kill and kill do not conflict, right?

He has a partner, and someone will quell evil by killing... and Wayne, who has been influenced by the barbarians, will no longer demand others by his own standards.

I always think that the bottom line is to ask yourself, not to be universally the same.

I personally think that it is his helpless move, after all, as an ordinary person to fight against the extraordinary, all he can rely on is wisdom and prudence.

The unshakable bottom line is indeed very similar to Korik. Korik will ignore the original hostile position in order to save a life. In the face of kindness and justice, he is stubborn and fearless.

Korrick saves the enemy from the hands of monsters, and he attaches great importance to life, so he is the barbarian who I think has the highest compatibility with Master Wayne.

Four thousand words first, and I will continue to write later.

Today I will work harder, and I will come up with 14,000 words no matter what. After all, it was said yesterday that there would be too much and more.