Dark Savages Come To the United States

The name of Doctor Who, an unknown thing.

Even if someone really called out his name, it would be incomprehensible.

His name stands for a long list of secrets.

"It's better to call me doctor, don't get into it, promise me."

Eleven Ren said this, and the smile on his face disappeared.

Too many damn things.

"I help you, absolutely not for nothing."

Bulkelso frowned and said, but he looked very calm at this time, showing no fluctuations in emotional changes.

"We know that you want to know time, and knowledge. For... Genesis?"

The Ninth Doctor opened his eyes wide and looked at Bulkelso.

His tone was serious and he didn't mean to be joking.

"Let me say that in things like Genesis, power is only one aspect. Knowledge is just another aspect, and none of them can become the pillar of this great goal.

Unless you have other ideas, this practice of collecting rules here and there will only allow you to improve your world, not create it.

If you ask us the answer to such a question, we also cannot give it. "

Zhan Zhan sat on the steps with a sad face like a rotten persimmon.

"Haha! Bulkelso, I don't care what you're up to. As long as it's a nephalem standing on top.

I don't care how great your dreams are, because before you realize your own dreams, mine will be realized too! "

Jotun Kuller tried to interrupt this topic, he stared at the war with his eyes wide open.

Jotun Kuller tried to stop the conversation from continuing.

He likes the saying, "As long as a goal of 100 points is passed, it is also 60 points, and a goal of 60 points means a failure."

This ancient nephalem ghost doesn't care how big Bul-Kelso's goals are, as long as Bul-Kelso's goals are far beyond his own.

He is that pass line.

"Creating the world and saving the world are not the same thing."

Gu Yi, who had been silent for a long time, spoke slowly.

At this time, she looked more relaxed than before.

Perhaps knowledge is enough to help a mage to be reborn.

"So what? I'll just do it."

Bulkeso said this, but there seemed to be a lot to say in this sentence, but he didn't continue.

There have been countless strong men in the nephalem, and countless of them have touched the threshold of becoming a god.

But in the end God is still unknown.

"Knowledge is summed up, and what sums it up requires wisdom."

Eleven said so, and then patted the Tenth Doctor beside him.

"I would like to add that wisdom is also needed to explore the unknown, and only wisdom can accumulate knowledge. The difficulty of learning and creation is not equal.

I don't have to leave this time, do I? "

The Tenth Doctor said so.

Obviously he is still very sensitive to the topic of "leaving".

For Doctor Who, the gap between being reborn once and dying and disappearing now is not small.

After rebirth, even the taste will change.

I really hope that there won't be one who likes strong food among the future doctors.

"Wisdom covers its thoughts with death, but it doesn't matter, I will get wisdom! Because I am power!"

Bulkelso rudely interrupted the conversation.

Malsayer has long suffered the loss of strength.

Perhaps the savage is the nemesis of wisdom?

Countless years have passed since the first generation of Burkasso gave Marthael, who was still wise at the time, a rebirth, but brute force can make words full of wisdom turn into painful cries during interviews. Still passed down.

Face to face or the one with the bigger fist is louder.

"Get ready now, we're about to lock down Curry Fury."

Zhan said this, but suddenly his eyes widened!

"You guys, don't you have your own TARDIS!?"

The war doctor yelled like this.

He finally noticed that although the four Doctors stayed together, there was only one TARDIS here.

"You have to contact the time lords above Curry Fury first, and then contact us who are still in their respective timelines through them. We just take a look and prepare for a new life by the way."

The ninth doctor fiddled with his ears and said, this old man made naughty movements, which seemed a bit irritating.

"I don't even want to end this after seeing you!"

Said the War Doctor.

He doesn't like to be provocative, and he thinks that his mission is to end the war. And after the end of the war, he should be reborn, thinking that he will have such obvious protruding ears in the future is a bit fucked up.

"Maybe, but you won't necessarily disappear."

The tenth doctor was stuttering.

By the way, he pointed to himself.

They still exist because Dr. War drank the blood of the angel of fate, so how can war be an exception?

"No, I will disappear. It was my choice. The war took everything from me, and I took everything from others.

The end includes me! "

Dr. War stood up abruptly, and spoke in a tone as firm as a mountain.

He has no idea of ​​remaining in this world, nor does he have the corresponding desire to survive.

The end must end with him!

...

On the holy mountain of Harlowgas, Maddock looked at Luke and Jessica standing in place, with some inexplicable melancholy on his face.

Seriously, melancholy doesn't really suit Maddock.

After all, with that expression on his face that couldn't be described as handsome at all, it looked like a rotten watermelon that had been run over by a muck truck.

Still the hairy one.

"I have prepared the trial for you, it depends on whether you plan to do it yourself."

Maddock said hesitantly, but his hesitation seemed a little deliberate.

What he prepared was a secret, for which he didn't even tell the other two of the three ancestors.

It was an adventure, and it was the kind of adventure that could only be undertaken when Bul-Kelso was not on the holy mountain of Harrogath.

Now is probably the only chance.

The Immortal King is the patriarch of the barbarians, but there are times when he can't be bothered.

Just trying to get Bulkelso to leave the holy mountain has already made him very anxious.

Volusk will no longer appear, and Reco and Sonya are not on the holy mountain either.

To be honest, at the time of Sonya's sudden arrival, Maddock thought for a while that he had no chance to start this adventure.

Fortunately, Sonya will not appear here for the time being.

Luke looked at Maddock a little strangely, and he patted Jessica on the back lightly, not looking very happy about it.

"Hey! Will I still cheat on you? You need a worthy trophy, or go wrestling with that big bear, Kotur!"

Maddock spoke in a somewhat exasperated manner, and his hair kept shaking in accordance with his frenzied way of speaking.

Maddock doesn't seem quite right now?

"I want to ask, after I die, when will my soul that appeared on the holy mountain retain my appearance?"

Luke looked at Madock in front of him and asked with a smile.

The time spent together was enough for him to understand what kind of person this ancestor in front of him was.

There is no need to carry emotions such as resentment and dissatisfaction, and no need to feel pain at that rough approach.

Maddock is like that.

A guy who named his weapon with "sorrow" would definitely not be as rough as he appeared on the outside.

At least, he is delicate sometimes.

"The peak of life! When you appear on the holy mountain, you will appear at the peak of your life."

As Maddock said, he glanced at Jessica.

The eyes look a little weird.

Luke looked at Maddock's appearance, and his attention was mainly focused on the messy hair.

"I want my pinnacle to be in a crisp suit, white shirt and tie."

Luke's joke was not very funny, and Maddock watched Luke's performance with the eyes of a fool.

Luke had realized something.

After all, Maddock directly believed that Luke would appear on the Holy Mountain as a soul.

If we met for the first time, Maddock would probably have sneered at Luke's words.

After all, how could a guy without glory appear on Harrogas?

Maddock had probably prepared for something he didn't know.

"Okay, don't waste my time, tell me, do you want to go!?"

When Maddock said this, there seemed to be some contradictions.

From the looks of it, it was completely unclear what choice he wanted Luke to make.

Rasuke has already started a plan, and now Maddock wants to know whether Luke can take on that responsibility.

He didn't mean to force it, he just hoped that he could get what he wanted.

"Going to the Burning Hell? Ancestor, did my recent progress give you an illusion, or am I too weak and you plan to kill me and find a new heir?

Although I don't know exactly what's going on in the Burning Hell, I don't think a guy like me who has to risk everything to defeat the demons in the secret realm is qualified to hunt in the Burning Hell. "

Luke rubbed his forehead, looking like he wondered if he was hallucinating after having a fever.

As soon as these words came out, Maddock's tongue was licking the gap between his teeth everywhere in his mouth. The expression was very strange, and it was impossible to tell what Maddock's attitude was at this time.

Jessica seemed to feel something, and looked at Maddock with a strange look.

Perhaps among these young fighters, Jessica's growth has made her unknowingly leave others behind.

At least now Jessica has begun to learn how Aurak thinks about things, and she is keenly aware that something is wrong with Maddock.

"Well, since you think it's courting death, forget it!"

It took a long time for Madock to speak slowly to Luke. The feeling of loss on his body coupled with the originally majestic but desolate back made Luke feel a little unbearable.

The phantom of the God of War Blade appeared on Jessica's hand. Although it was only for a moment, the aura made Maddock tense up immediately as if his tail had been stepped on.

It seemed a little strange to look like he would rush to fight at any time.

"Girl! You... know?"

Madock said cautiously, staring at Jessica with a pair of eyes, for fear of hearing the answer from Jessica.

Jesse Lai just nodded slightly, it was hard to tell whether she was giving an answer or a random action.

Maddock grinned, turned around and walked away.

As for the iron-clad purple man, he just stood there in a daze. The body is already full of fine cracks.

His value is no longer as great as imagined.

Jessica will no longer be haunted by grief from the past.

It's just that it can't be left there, the purple man looks a little disgusting no matter what time it is.

There will be an update of a chapter with no less than 3,000 words in the follow-up. If it goes well, it will probably be more than 4,000 words.

Thanks.