Dark Savages Come To the United States

What is more painful to a man than to be personally involved in war?

That is probably the option that this person himself is the most direct victim of the war.

Berserker Banal is such a guy.

A victim turned avenger, of course, there's nothing wrong with him turning into a perpetrator.

The guy who brought the war has no position to claim his innocence, let alone defend his identity as the perpetrator!

"Wang~"

"Don't worry about me, I'm just doing something I should have done a long time ago.

If more existence needs to be harmed before the demise of a race, then it is better for this race to disappear as soon as possible. "

Banal was still talking to the husky in his arms.

It seemed that he had already made some decision, and there was a tragic atmosphere all over his body.

If he hadn't been so crazy when he spoke, it might have been more painful.

"At first I thought that they, as victims, would calmly face their natural demise.

But I was still wrong, maybe this is the compensation brought by my crazy years in the past. Now I am extra sober!

Soberly know that what they are going to do is wrong!

Someone has to fight for right and truth, right?

Someone has to sacrifice for the integrity and faith that exists in the world.

That's right, that's right! There should be such a person!

And that person seems to have no choice but me, right? "

Banal's murmurs gave him a rare warm firelight, which was not strong, but enough to bring a bright light in the darkness.

That is the radiance of anger that doesn't match the berserker at all!

This kind of anger is restrained, and the fire is not a little aggressive flame.

It seems that no matter how close you are to this flame, you will not be burned, and the only thing that can be felt is warmth.

The flame was like a pot of warm water, so warm that one wanted to fall asleep.

Only the strong have the right to sacrifice, Banal also thinks so.

In his time as a weakling, as a savage youth or even a teenager.

When the "strong men" around him stepped forward one by one to face the minions of the devil and the sharp knives of the enemy with their chests, Banal ushered in his path from the weak to the strong.

A very short road!

The only survivor of the Tagus tribe!

This tribe is a tribe rooted in anger!

Most of the skills in the Barbarian Warcry series come from this tribe.

Anger that ignores pain is also born of them!

The Targoth tribe is the founder of the transformation of the power of barbarian rage into simple skills.

But Barnar was the last of the barbarians of the Targoth tribe.

Although the blood of Targoth has long been fused into the body of every barbarian, Barnar is the last barbarian who can proudly claim to be from the tribe of Targoth.

People stronger than him fell one by one in front of him until there was no one around him.

Until the only one left or the one left, he looked in front of him tremblingly.

Seeing that after his brother, who was one year older than him, took his last breath, Banar was the strongest of the Tagus tribe.

The time he experienced to become the strongest was very short, just three days and nights.

From the weakest warrior to the strongest one.

Among them, Banal did not get any growth.

Maybe grow a little bit?

Like getting used to the people around you taking their last breath in pain?

For example... used to the last heavy sigh of sorrow before death!

"Yes, yes!

it's time!

The shadow of war will always hang over all those who work hard to live!

Stupid and dirty fools are always jealous of other people's peaceful lives!

They don't like to see other people's lives better than their own!

So I want to destroy everything I hate desperately!

But didn't those guys think about it?

It's like I've become the pathetic 'strongest'!

How much happiness would he have to destroy to become the happiest person?

I became the strongest of the Targos tribe, and I was also the weakest of the Targos tribe.

Even if he destroys all happiness and makes himself the only existence, he becomes the most unfortunate person in the world.

Such a simple truth, those idiots can't figure it out no matter what, right? "

Banal's body trembled while talking to himself.

He hugged the husky tightly, and the trembling of his body finally made his voice tremble.

The dog in his arms doesn't seem to understand anything.

"Good dog, good dog.

Do you feel it?

This is the meaning of my existence!

I don't expect to be the strongest, and I don't want to be the happiest.

I just hope I don't become the only one alone.

Good dog, don't block me, okay? "

Banal's whispers seemed to be convincing himself more and more.

His anger began to gradually expand.

The falling snow melted into warm rain, washing over Barnar's scruffy, scarred face.

It seemed that all existences that entered the range of Banal's anger would become gentle.

The water stains all over his face made his face, which is definitely not handsome, seem to be covered with tears!

Fortunately, Banal did not sob softly!

Banal wanted to stand up, wanted to stand up with the smart dog in his arms.

But Husky moved restlessly, trying to break free from Banal's strong embrace.

"Good dog, don't try to stop me.

I'm not sure if I'm heading towards the end.

Don't worry, don't move.

Wait here obediently.

I just leave for a little while, you just treat it as a normal time, I go to prepare food for you, okay? "

Banal put his face on the husky's back and wiped it off.

This can make him look more energetic.

The last barbarian of the Targos tribe, he has to be more energetic in the face of everything.

This is what his mother and brother had asked him to do.

They said that Banal could treat everything gently and not participate in the battle.

You can even skip hunting without hurting your animal friends.

But he had to be smart, and as a member of the Tagus tribe, Banal had to be a warrior.

At least look like a valiant warrior!

Even if he was unwilling to be a brave fighter at the time.

warrior? Not as good as the good dog in his arms.

An unlucky ghost who always lives for others day by day, maybe he has been bored for a long time?

live for yourself? Don't be so selfish.

Fight for tomorrow? It doesn't have to be so tragic.

He just needs a little more dedication.

This was his choice, and it was also the scene he was looking forward to.

"Wang~"

The dog yelled uncomfortably, which was a little ridiculous.

Banal finally let go of the dog in his arms, and he stood up slowly.

His movements were very stiff, even a little trembling.

When he started to walk towards the Elder Temple, he even staggered a little!

"Old dogs have teeth too!

Bull Cassel, you bastard! "

The warm anger covering Banal's body disappeared from sight in an instant!

Banal's eyes were bloodshot in just one breath!

Vivi's eyeballs are bulging! The muscles began to vibrate like waves!

Then came the intense bone explosion!

The figure who was not tall and burly among the group of barbarians began to skyrocket!

Banal's long dark red hair turned silvery white!

The two fangs in the mouth stretched towards the sky!

Fury of the Berserker!

This is the purest fury of the berserker before the optimization of the Targos tribe!

At that time, this skill was not the name it is now!

Before the heroes of the Targoth tribe perfected this skill, this trick was called Rampage!

Berserker Banal's theoretically strongest form!

It's a pity that this time it's not for the continuation of the barbarian race, but for the justice in Banal's heart!

The guy who started the war is always wrong!

Ten thousand deaths of the guy who started the war first is not enough to atone for his sins!

"Wow~ woof!"

The husky barked loudly.

Sadness can be seen on the face of the dog that usually looks very cute and a bit stupid.

Banal's goal has always been clear, from beginning to end he has only one idea, that is to keep war away!

Banal's goal is Bulkeso who started the war!

He is willing to take everything on himself for this!

...

Bulkelso's face in the Elder's Temple remained unchanged.

Of course he heard Banal's voice, but he didn't have any idea about what Banal did.

It is the most normal thing to bear the consequences of what you do, at least for barbarians.

"You started a war?"

Rorschach also asked very calmly.

These guys on the holy mountain are all very stubborn.

On the sacred mountain of Harrogath, never compromise is no longer Rorschach's patent.

Every guy here is like that.

Even before Rorschach they lost a life for "Never Compromise".

The ancestral spirit gesture is nothing more than a second chance, but it is not a second life.

You only live once, but regrets can last until the end of time.

"I don't regret it, but I won't kill myself for it."

Bulkeso pinched his arm, then picked up the medicine bottle and poured it into his mouth.

It's bitter wine, not very tasty, but definitely strong enough.

There is no better wine to refresh your mind.

"Bannar will disappear?"

Rorschach looked at Bulkelso in front of him, and felt that the person in front of him was a little strange.

Rorschach has seen the kindness of Bulkelso and the justice of the Immortal King.

He even set foot on the battlefield with Bulkelso.

But he never thought that Bulkelso in front of him would admit his "mistake" at this time.

That doesn't seem right.

It should be that Burkasso knew that the means of war was the worst choice, but he still chose this path.

Just to get what you need in the best possible way.

The power of time, this cannot be forgotten and ignored by any peak power who has seen the road ahead.

Like those nephalem who have ventured around in Sanctuary and barely scraped together a suit.

After discovering that only a little electricity bill is needed, you can use the power of time to make yourself stronger.

As long as the power of time can be used a little bit, the gains it can bring are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Bul-Kelso needs this power to seize a chance for himself and the nephalem.

great?

Maybe a little.

But one of the reputations he would be teleported to later definitely included the title of brutal marauder.

Even if Bulkasso has ten thousand reasons and excuses to whitewash this war-for example, the world is very chaotic and needs the help of barbarians.

It could even be to calm down the war over there that has lasted for an unknown number of years because of time?

But all of this can't change that Bulkelso's purpose at the beginning was just for that time.

This is no longer the previous deal with Doctor Who.

Bulkeso saw an opportunity, a chance to redeem his comrades.

Doctor Who can use 4.5 billion years to smash the nearly indestructible crystal wall with countless coincidences and superimposed "punches" many times.

Bulkelso had no idea what four and a half billion years were like for him.

I also don't know what I will become after countless "same" experiences.

There is even no guarantee that I will be able to keep my original intention forever.

But there are still many things he can do, such as saving his comrades when his will is still as strong as iron.

That won't take much time.

At this moment, Banal pushed open the door of the Elder's Temple.

The Sanctuary of the Elders on Mount Harrogath is identical to the one on Mount Arreat.

Other barbarians are never forbidden here.

As long as they are willing to come to this meaningless place.

The lighting here is also not good, there is only an ugly chair in the middle of the room.

Even speaking of it, the chair is a bit battered.

"I accept your challenge, but I will not allow you to gamble your own existence.

Banal, if you lose, then stay on the holy mountain honestly.

I won't let you do everything you don't want to do, but please keep silent about some things you don't like. "

Bulkelso said a little coldly, and he didn't know when he was already holding a drink in his hand.

It is a drunken wine that the spirits of the ancestors can drink, and it has the soul and blood of Bulkelso.

"..."

Banal hesitated to speak!

He was keeping silent, keeping silent about something he didn't like, as Bulkasso had asked.

Now the thing that Banal doesn't like the most is Bulkasso!

A guy who started wars of his own accord.

This is a conflict of ideas!

Regardless of identity and status!

This has nothing to do with whether Bulkelso is the Immortal King or not, it has only one thing to do with identity.

That's Banal is Banal!

Berserkers who go berserk and lose their minds will not hurt their own people!

Banal picked up the war blade that was obviously damaged in his hand.

That weapon is more like a saw than a broadsword.

"ha!"

A battle cry came from Banal's mouth.

In the interior of the Temple of the Elders, the roar of battle became extremely harsh!

The Taggos tribe's specialty, everything that contains anger can be used as a sharp weapon to kill enemies and opponents.

When Banal fights, he always likes to shout in the opponent's ear. When facing "people", this kind of rough tactics is always very effective.

"clang!"

Burkasso drew out a heavy weapon and easily blocked Banal's attack.

The collision of the weapons did not shake the bodies of the two barbarians.

Obviously, this is not the two of them going all out.

"If you dare to speak to me, I swear I will knock out your fangs."

Bulkelso followed Banal who was facing him very calmly.

Even in the stance of Wrath of the Berserker, Banal's body was not so tall that Bulkelso couldn't confront him head-on.

It's just that the gaping mouth is already in front of Bulkeso!

What can a madman think when fighting?

At most, it is to risk everything to attack the opponent.

The fighting method of biting with teeth is actually quite powerful for humans.

Which creature bites the wound most likely to be infected?

The answer is not a dog, nor a bear.

but human beings.

Human bites are one of the most likely to cause infection.

"You are not only the executioner of demons, but also human beings."

Banal spoke a complete sentence with some difficulty.

In this posture, his sanity is still there, and this is what he gained from the last battle.

Perhaps Banal could learn more while fighting his own kind.

Only a small part of his fighting style is systematically inherited, and it is a set that everyone in the barbarians of the Tagus tribe knows.

As for other fighting skills and methods, they were all pondered by Banal himself.

A berserker's fighting is only based on instinct, although this instinct makes him a strong man.

But now he is obviously not strong enough!

"boom!"

Punch!

A very heavy punch landed on Banal's face!

This time, the punching attack had a touch of Volusk.

It's just that Bulkelso rarely wears full gear.

Especially on his hands, he rarely wears slightly heavy gloves.

Even though this weight has little effect on Bulkelso, he still doesn't like to do it.

Had there been a gauntlet like the Iron Fist of the Immortal King, this punch would have been strong enough to snap Banal's fangs.

"I recognize justice, but justice needs to pay attention to positions.

So Banal! Do you bastard remember the tribe you were born into?

You bastard, do you still remember that as long as the war is not over, everything around it will be involved?

Or are you Naive enough to think you can change my mind? "

Bulkelso said helplessly.

Seeing Banal who got up from the ground without a pause, Burkasso felt a little strange in his heart.

It was as if Banal had lost his mind.

That's not quite right.

"Bulkelso, do you still think what you did was necessary?"

Rorschach asked while dragging the Hammer of Judgment, looking at the two people who seemed to be at a standstill.

This seems a bit stupid?

"I do everything because it is necessary.

I don't need to explain it to you! Rorschach. "

There seems to be some fatigue in Bulkelso's voice?

There are 5,000 words in this chapter, and at least 3,000 words still need to be added.

Eight thousand words are expected to be updated tomorrow.

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