Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Hey, Luke."

Jessica appeared in front of Luke with a wound on her forehead.

There was a bit of teasing in his eyes.

She seemed to want to test Luke's love for her, and appeared in front of Luke with a brand new image.

Though her heart told her Luke wouldn't mind.

But the sensibility that belongs to women still made her do it.

And not far behind Jessica, Olak's strong and powerful arms pinched Maddock away like a little chicken.

Originally, Maddock planned to talk to his heir about battle-related matters, but Luke said on the battlefield that he had already heard about it from Lecco.

To be honest, although it is generally satisfactory, Maddock will not stay at the level of satisfaction.

Luke needs to do better.

Only now Aurak intends to give his own people, the young warrior Jessica, some time alone with her lover.

So the relatively "thin" Maddock struggled helplessly and was taken away by Orac.

"Jessica, where's your long hair?"

Luke looked at Jessica with some scars and asked a little dull, with a little sadness in his eyes.

Then he looked up and down at his lover.

"Punk suits you too, honey."

Luke said the most sincere words of love, and gently held Jessica's hand.

It's just that his movements are a little too gentle.

It's as if Jessica is fragile china.

Luke wasn't stupid, he knew Jessica was the way she was because of her hands.

In a short period of time, he has already figured out how to comfort his lover, even if he behaves a little bit stupidly.

He even hid his sadness in a very clumsy way.

It is certainly a sad thing to fail to protect a loved one to the last moment.

"Luke, how is your harvest?"

Jessica showed her white teeth and smiled like a fool.

Perhaps in front of each other who truly loves each other, no one will care too much about their own image.

Because the love between the two is no longer connected because of appearance.

Besides, this novelty may be a kind of taste.

"It's not bad. At least I can feel the gap between me and the current Rorschach. I also know how to continue working hard."

Luke said with a smile, and unconsciously put his hand on Jessica's head and rubbed it lightly.

"Luke."

Jessica yelled angrily.

Luke's hands trembled a little, making her a little uncomfortable.

"Luke, let's get rid of that guy as soon as possible. I feel like I can't watch that scumbag continue to exist."

Jessica said with a smile.

Bursts of anger are flickering.

Killing intent suddenly arises!

Jessica finally awakened the talent belonging to the barbarian.

The generation of anger will be more rapid, and the influence of anger on the mind will be weakened, so that more intense anger can be controlled!

More powerful anger means heavier attack!

This talent can be mastered by almost every barbarian, which can make barbarians fight better.

"Then, as soon as possible."

Luke spoke with exceptionally white teeth.

There was some seriousness on his face.

Purple people?

Die once is enough!

To die in the hands of Bulkelso is called liberation!

And death in the hands of Jessica is revenge!

Jessica's real new life needs to say goodbye to the nightmare of the past, and then embark on the road of redemption with a new attitude.

...

"Madock, do you know what your actions will lead to?"

Orac said while pinching Maddock's neck.

The bulging muscle of the thick arm was firmly stuck on Maddock's throat.

Maddock's eyes were wide open, and he looked at Aurak without hesitation.

"I'm helping my friend, and what I'm doing is resulting in a better life for my friend! I'm a dead man and don't need stability, but my friend deserves something better!"

The firmness in the words is very moving.

Even Bulkelso would be moved by it.

Because that "friend" was him.

"Your words are much better than before."

Olak suddenly smiled, but the smile was a bit ferocious.

"However, you have destroyed the stability of the Holy Mountain! No one knows better than you what the gate of the Holy Mountain is, and what have you done!"

Raised blood vessels can be seen on Orac's head.

Maddock's spine, held in the crook of his arm, made a series of crisp sounds!

Maddock made some minor sacrifices, and the strength of his soul was greatly weakened when he rushed into the dark soul stone!

The era when the three ancestors were called together has passed, and the current Madoc can't even defeat Orac.

As the gatekeeper, Madoc originally possessed the strength second only to Leiko and Vorusk, but now, perhaps even Olongus, who is the least good at close combat, can push Madoc to the floor and beat him violently!

"The savage's hope is not a holy mountain! My hope is not a holy mountain either! It's Bulkelso!"

Maddock blushed and roared, but his voice became very weak under Aurak's restraint.

"Bulkelso! It's Bulkelso again! That idiot of Qualkek, why does he think that Bulkelso is the future? Doesn't he want to see countless young people exercising in the square? Doesn't want to see happiness become a barbarian All of life!?"

Olak once again showed the vigor of a raging lion, his beard and hair fluttered together, and the strength on his arm became more and more powerful.

The current Maddock is almost unbearable.

Aurak is the center where the glory of the past converges.

He is also the last defender of tradition and the past!

"Oracle! Stop!"

Tariq said after punching Orak on the chest.

Compared to using words to stop disputes, he still prefers to stop before speaking.

Tariq caught Maddok's limp body, and stood firmly in front of Aurak.

Olak's footsteps did not retreat, but his body was pushed by the huge force.

"God of War? The God of War of an era is certainly respectable, but you have no right to question other people's beliefs! Orac!"

Talic and Orac stood there facing each other.

He supported the somewhat weak Maddock's motionless front and shook Aurlak's anger forcefully.

"The three ancestors lost the most violent vanguard, leaving only Tariq, the hard-working supporter, and Korik, the compassionate one. How should you guard the holy mountain?"

The title of Tariq's defender was spoken by Aurak in a contemptuous tone, but he did not respond at all.

Hardship supporter? Tariq approves of this assessment.

If you have the ability to kill the enemy cleanly, why defend?

Orac scowled.

The Three Ancestors are part of the clampdown on the Immortal King.

Although this cannot be exemplified by Bulkasso, the authority of the Holy Mountain controlled by the three ancestors and the successor of the Immortal King is enough to limit the Immortal King like Volusk.

But now, it's impossible.

If Bulkelso was on the throne of the Immortal King, if he planned to do something to hurt the barbarians, it would be impossible to be stopped.

Among the barbarians now, the patriarchs took over the responsibility of the elders.

Adding the three ancestors, the previous generation of Immortal King and the successor of the next generation, is a complete force capable of confronting the current Immortal King.

The existence of Leikou can only temporarily replace Vorusk's position, and Vorusk has assumed the responsibility of the Great Elder.

The damage to the power of the three ancestors made Bulkelso the only exception!

No one can stop him from doing anything.

"Bulkelso will be our hope, I have no doubts about it."

Tariq said so.

Olak had no way to refute anything.

No matter how angry he was, he couldn't restore Maddock's soul to its original level.

"Prove to me that the three ancestors still have enough power."

Olak habitually stretched his hands to his waist.

It's just that his God of War Blade has been passed on to Jessica.

Orac's hand could only pinch the legendary phantom out of thin air.

"Stop it, Orac."

Bulkasso walked up to him frowning.

He always felt that he frowned a lot more during this time.

"I'll make Maddock recover, you don't have to worry."

Burkasso held down Olak's arm, and abruptly pushed Olak's arm back to the side of his side.

"You cannot weaken yourself, Bulkelso."

Olak took a step forward, his chest collided with Bulkasso, and he spoke condescendingly.

If Bulkelso loses his own origin, he will naturally be able to make up for Maddock's loss.

But just as the barbarians couldn't do without the three ancestors who restrained the Immortal King, they couldn't make the Immortal King weaker.

Orac's anger was still high.

"Olak, I know what tradition means, so I will not break those things that are correct in my opinion. I will not put the name of innovation on the high-sounding.

I am well aware that uncontrolled forces are the savior and the greater threat. "

Bulkelso felt a little sore in his brain.

Complicated things came one after another, which made even someone as strong as him feel a little haggard.

"You're talking nonsense, now watch me do it! Bull Casso! This is one of the few things I can teach you!"

The anger on Orac's body turned to incandescence, and then a ray of light rushed directly into Maddock's body.

"Do it first! Talk later!"

Olak's breath began to wilt in an instant, and his huge body shrunk a circle visibly with the naked eye.

"Now Maddock's title is not the Sorrower or the Battle Prophet, but the God of War. Anyway, he is dead and no longer a prophet, so the title of God of War is just right for him."

Olak subconsciously wanted to hold his God of War Blade, but it was in vain.

"Anyway, he won't like my legend, so let's continue to fight with your own sorrow. Cassius will take care of that little bear, right!?"

Olak said like a growl.

The figure faded a little.

"I will take good care of every family member."

What came out was not Cassius, the strongest member of the Big Bear Tribe, but a somewhat straightforward guy like Kutur.

His promise is one of the most powerful of the ancestors.

Only he will keep the promise between himself and the devil.

"Kutur, it would be great if you could have more tricks."

Kotur is Aurak's favorite junior, his body is strong like a big upright bear.

Oracle said so.

The body began to sag towards the ground of the holy mountain.

Entrusting glory and legend is a great trauma to these souls.

Aurak entrusted his God of War Blade not long ago, and now he has given the glory of God of War to Madoc.

He needs a long time to rest.

"Also, let the successor of that bastard Maddock know what to do if he wants to marry a girl from the Great Bear Tribe!"

Olak's last sentence was categorical.

And he also slept under the ground full of weapons along with the soldiers who had wanted to inherit his glory and died.

"Oracle, you are too stubborn. Stubbornly unwilling to listen to others."

Bulkasso sighed a long time.

I don't know how many times he sighed.

Bulkelso always felt more and more like an old man.

He opened his palm and revealed a pink gemstone that was as ordinary as a roadside stone.

The power of simplicity!

This is one of the few vanilla legendary gems on Bul-Kathel.

A legendary gem obtained from the hand of the female monk, or empress Lian Rasmussen.

For those attacks that generate energy and the increased damage of skills is not so important.

But the powerful vitality awakened from the body with the attack is the most worthy of attention.

"Your slam fits this gem very well."

Bulkasso sighed and said.

Fortunately, Aurak is not resting in peace like Qualkek.

It only takes a while to see this patriarchal god of war in the holy mountain again.

Barbarians never forcefully change the will and ideas of others.

The collision of wills will ultimately be won by the stronger one, but facing a respectable elder, Bulkelso has no way to stop this choice.

"Korik might be a better fit for this gem."

Lei Ko paced out, talking casually.

Burkasso liked this gem very much, and even rejected Karasim's condition of exchanging the original legendary disaster of the strong and the original gem of freedom.

The power of simplicity is really strong.

Even if you only wear the imitation gems, every punch, every kick, and every heavy hammer you chop can restore one twenty-fifth of your body's vitality.

In the blessing of attack power, it is an unparalleled level of increase.

But he is willing to give this gem to his friends.

It's like his friend is willing to sacrifice for him.

"The dead can't keep their vitality, but they can use this vitality to heal the damage of the soul."

Maddock looked at Zhijian and said so.

He stabilized his body from Tariq's support, looked at the piece of ground where Olak always sat cross-legged, and spat fiercely.

"Mind your own business, I don't like your old-fashioned God of War Glory at all! I will cultivate a God of War, and no matter how bad it is, I will reunite the Glory of God of War and the Big Bear Tribe."

Maddock gritted his teeth and turned around.

No one would be puzzled to look at Maddock's face.

Even if it wasn't in tears, it definitely wouldn't be so pretty.

Besides, the older a person is, the more he cares about saving face.

When Madoc was young, he received a lot of guidance and support from Orlak.

How to fight, how to use the strength of the body, and even how to control the anger to continue the fighting time.

These things made Maddock have a strong style belonging to Orlak.

It's just that Maddock refused to take over the glory of the God of War in the name of being a "battle prophet".

And the elder finally entrusted the glory of the God of War to Madock.

A reincarnation that has gone through hundreds of years.

finished.

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