Dark Savages Come To the United States

"You have violated my trust."

Obadiah squatted in his secret manufacturing factory and said bluntly to those scientific researchers.

He has collected the armor that Tony made when he escaped from the Ten Commandments Gang, and is now working hard to reproduce this result.

"We have no way to provide that energy, this technology..."

The scientific researchers explained to Obadiah in some embarrassment, but obviously this had no effect.

"You group of people can't do what Tony created in the simple cave with countless resources."

Thick forehead lines appeared on Obadiah's bald head. This man is no longer young.

"Mr Stark is a genius, we are not."

The scientific researcher said with some suppressed anger.

It's never a pleasant experience to admit that you're not as good as someone else, but it's true.

There are very few scientists in this world who can compare with Tony Stark.

"Okay, you guys continue to work, I will find a way for energy."

Obadiah, a somewhat bloated man, had a chilling sternness on his face.

Of course he knows that Tony is a genius, because the Stark Group has developed to this day relying on the works of genius.

"Boss, the Iron Man made by Tony has gone to the sky today, haven't you seen it yet?"

The voices of his men came from Obadiah's earphones.

This made Obadiah's mood even worse.

"I'll go and see."

Obadiah seemed to force these words out of his mouth, then turned and left his manufacturing plant.

If there is no way to research and develop, then plunder!

This is the idea that Obadiah, as a successful capitalist, most advocates.

The man with talent has a different view, knowing he doesn't have the creative brains of the Starks.

But he has a method unique to ordinary people.

Cunning, cruel, decisive and greedy.

In this country, as long as you have these potentials, you will always have a chance to soar into the sky.

As long as you catch a creative genius, he will always be at the forefront.

Tony's order to shut down the weapons research department made him feel like he needed to do something.

At least I can't watch everything I've worked so hard for my whole life be destroyed by a "child".

Even if that decision kills a chicken that lays golden eggs.

...

The snow on Lord Harrogath was still misty, Bulkelso looked at Rorschach in front of him with a bit of embarrassment.

Rorschach wanted to explore the truth, and Bulkasso was also very concerned about that erased memory.

It's just not yet.

"Justice is never as simple as you think."

It was rare for Bulkelso to put down his loud voice, and spoke in a low voice.

Tyrael, Archangel of Justice.

A tall and bright figure.

Just as stubborn as other archangels.

Who can always be right in the personified existence of rules?

Tyrael's justice, and Imprius's courage, have long since ceased to be flawless.

Besides, Tyrael was an enemy to the barbarians.

"I want to know the truth."

Rorschach walked up to Bulkelso and had the first active communication.

Before that, Rorschach had always silently accepted Bulkelso's arrangements. Even though Bulkelso never explained much, he has come to this day without a doubt.

"Don't let me know when I got it, to perfuse me. Everything you provide shows your purpose."

Rorschach didn't intend to listen to Bulkelso's vague statements, all he wanted was a copy of the truth.

In these days of contact, it was enough for Rorschach to make his own judgment.

Bulkasso raised his head, his eyes flickering and confused.

A twinkle in the eye is rare for a savage.

And bewilderment is a description that at first glance has no connection with this group.

"You're scared."

Bulkelso hesitated for a while, and spoke slowly.

A cowering Rorschach made him a little dissatisfied, and Bul-Kelso couldn't figure out why Rorschach was afraid.

He didn't tell others that the world was about to face the threat of the Seven Demon Kings of Hell.

"Yes, I'm scared. Everything you do is dangerous and uncontrollable."

Not far away, Bruce Wayne was watching the exchange of Rorschach Bulkessau.

He was in a position where he could hear the conversation.

"No one will give gifts for no reason. Barbarians are not saints, and they will be full of sympathy for all miserable people. Just like that dream, you or us are not people who wantonly sway kindness."

Rorschach looked at Bulkelso very resolutely.

The barbarians that Rorschach saw were more like executors of justice and spokespersons of courage.

This group will not shed tears because of the disaster, but will only silently step onto a battlefield.

Rorschach stood there motionless, as if he would rather stand here like a sculpture than to get the truth.

Regarding the image provided by Harrogath, he thought more than Rumlow and the others could think of.

The hero of the crowd who fought not to be killed, this kind of reason could not convince Rorschach.

It's just a simple battle scene, which doesn't make much sense to Rorschach.

There are so few stories that a fleeting image can tell.

And fear always comes from ignorance, he can't understand the power of Bulkelso.

"I can't remember."

Bulkeso took out the wine and poured it into his mouth. He was bored.

Rorschach's worry. He used to worry about it too, but he didn't care about it anymore.

Every day is spent in constant battle, occasionally facing the crisis of death.

People in that situation will always forget some things, and thinking about it will only lead to sudden death.

Rorschach stood in front of Bulkelso without saying a word, just looked at Bulkelso quietly.

"I am also very curious."

Wayne walked up to Bulkelso and stood side by side with Rorschach. He was the one who communicated with Rorschach the most these days.

"Wayne!"

Creek came over, grabbed Wayne's shoulder and was about to lead him away.

Regarding the life of Bulkelso, the three ancestors knew most of it, but he only knew the existence of the secret that only Volusk and Bulkelso himself knew.

A savage does not probe other people's secrets, because that is of no value.

It's as if Vader would never ask Laikou what he thought when he lost his lover.

The specific content is unknown except for the parties concerned.

The Three Patriarchs only knew that Bulkelso got the Wings of Courage after that day, but that was all.

Wayne grabbed Kolick's strong wrist with his backhand. He knew that his own strength could not stop Kolick from doing it, but this was an attitude of resistance, and it had nothing to do with whether he could do it or not.

Wayne stared at the other party resolutely. He was very grateful to the barbarian for giving him a powerful opportunity, but he couldn't accept it calmly.

"If you want to know the 'truth' you said, then go to the secret realm! I really can't remember anything else."

Burkasso stood up and walked towards the Elder Temple.

His figure is still high-spirited, and he doesn't care about doubts.

There is no need to continue an embarrassing conversation, and this time is more valuable than arguing to see the blue sky.

"Korik, tell me what you know."

Wayne stopped staring at Bulkelso, but turned around and talked to Kerik.

His hand was still on Kerik's wrist, and he didn't let go.

Not far away, Cassius watched what happened here with a contemptuous smile.

No one can make a savage do something he doesn't want to do, the people of this world are used to it.

"who do you think You Are?"

Kerrick released the arm that was holding Wayne's shoulder, took his hand away from Wayne's, and folded his hands on his chest.

Compared with Maddock's straightforward style, Kolick is considered gentle.

At least he won't act because of others' questioning of Bulkeso,

"I just want to know the truth, according to Rumlow, we got this opportunity too easily."

Wayne looked at Kerik firmly in front of him. Barbarians are not the only people in this world who will not compromise.

Kerrick's beard was trembling. What could he say?

Tell these recruits, who can't even defeat the demon regular army, that they are about to face an enemy beyond imagination?

"You think it's easy to get this opportunity?"

Kirk wanted to laugh a little.

For someone like Wayne who climbed the Holy Mountain in one go, the test of the Holy Mountain is indeed not difficult.

But getting the approval of the ancestors is not so easy.

You must know that there is a special existence on the holy mountain, the old general Qualkek!

In the original world, there are countless beings who want to become barbarians every year, but they don't have the opportunity now.

These little ones bypassing Qual-Kek's training are but a part of the barbarian's return to the world.

The arrival of the holy mountain of Harrogath is not as simple as breaking into an empty house.

Most of those barbarian brethren who were reduced to powder by Malthael's coming had only been taught by Qual-Kek.

"Rorschach, you and Wayne come with me."

Kerik took a deep look at the two of them, then walked towards the gate of the holy mountain.

As the chosen gatekeepers of the Holy Mountain, the Three Patriarchs have something to show others.

For example, afterimages with some of the power of the Seven Demon Kings.

Just like the dream of Andakurgas emerging in hell, the picture of the Seven Demon Kings!

The incarnation of rules that can feel the burning sensation just by looking directly at it is not that simple.

Kerrick hated trouble, so he decided to let the two doubting boys understand what they were about to face.

Although these boys will eventually understand as the trial progresses, it is also good to tell them in advance so that they can feel at ease and become stronger.

Rorschach glanced at Bulkelso's back, but still stood where he was.

Non-violent non-cooperation is his stubbornness.

Wayne tugged at Rorschach's arm, and Kolick grabbed Rorschach's belt like he was carrying a chicken.

Then walk towards the gate of the holy mountain.

Three thousand first, followed by fifteen thousand.