"Well, those guys haven't given up yet?"
Bulcasso looked like he was suddenly excited and shouted loudly.
Ancient One looked at Bulcaisuo who showed excitement and thought thoughtfully.
She couldn't say she wasn't familiar with that pair of special agents.
In the timelines she had observed, these guys were not dispensable little characters.
"Uncle, how long will they continue to quarrel?"
Gil stood up from the snow with some difficulty and tugged on the hem of Bulcasso's clothes.
A somewhat immature hand was pointing at Amber and Maddock who were arguing.
"We will probably argue until the day when you actually embark on the road of trial."
Bulcaisel put his hand on Jill's head, with a hearty smile on his face.
What I saw today was something Bulcaisuo had never experienced back then.
At that time, he was just the most inconspicuous member of the barbarian tribe. He was neither called a genius nor had a decisive character.
Naturally, he failed to make these ancestors argue for his existence.
At that time, Sonya was the only barbarian who could cause the ancestral spirits to compete.
She is an out-and-out genius and can master all combat skills in a short time.
Sonya is decisive and brave by nature. Even among all the barbarians in the world, she is the one who stands out the most.
Apart from some arrogance in his character, he has no shortcomings.
But what about arrogance?
No matter how bad your attitude is when facing a demon, it is a matter of course. Demons do not deserve respect!
Gil looked at the ancestors who were watching the fun with a searching look in his eyes.
For him, these illusory souls in the body are undoubtedly new enough.
"That will take several years. Now I just want to eat the barbarian-style barbecue you mentioned as soon as possible."
Gil straightened his body, trying his best to resemble the posture of those shirtless barbarian ancestors, and shouted loudly.
"Good boy, you are a bit like a barbarian!"
Such a voice emerged from the group of ancestors, and then there was a large group of well-intentioned laughter.
After witnessing the battle between Bulkatho and Malthael, these ancestors also understood the current situation.
They no longer thought about how to defeat those demons and the terrifying angel of death, but began to think about the continuation of the barbarian group.
After all, after leaving the world composed of tragic battles, they no longer have to endure the endless flames of war.
In the snow on this mountain, there are the ashes of the last batch of barbarians who followed the Immortal King. Those survivors who wander outside can probably continue the legend of the barbarians.
"Then let's start preparations for our banquet."
Bulcaisel unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his strong body covered with scars.
He began to take out the armor that had accompanied him for countless years from his backpack and put it on one by one.
The existence of armor is the most reliable partner for barbarians.
There was a dark red light in every crack in the ferocious armor.
That was the mark left by the blood of the demons gradually seeping into the metal.
Gil looked at the armor Bulcaisuo put on, his eyes full of yearning.
Barbarians love armor, of course, but they rarely focus on forging it.
Because only the armor that inherits the glory can make them feel comfortable. Otherwise, it would be like being packed in a tin can.
According to Madoc, it was because of the lack of glorious armor that he could not better feel the burning pleasure of the demon's blood splashing on his body.
Even after becoming the strongest barbarian, Bulcaisel didn't like the feeling of wearing armor all over his body, and he no longer needed the gift from the glory of his ancestors. After all the combat skills were integrated into one, the armor would become The only remaining function is to increase his defense.
But he still put on the armor seriously.
What they are about to do is to conduct a traditional barbarian ceremony. This inherited armor is one of the symbols of barbarian glory.
The name of the armor set is "Ninety Barbarians".
This is a force of the most powerful barbarians who can shun all demons wherever they go and make the Lords of Hell tremble at the sound of their names.
Although they have disappeared in the long river of history, this original set of ninety barbarians is still left behind.
Wearing this armor represents the inheritance of the barbarian's glory.
When Bulcaisel becomes the third Immortal King, his usual armor will also become a symbol of glorious inheritance.
Although he is always shirtless and wielding his swords on the battlefield of hell, he still wears skirt armor and combat boots.
This would prevent the embarrassing situation where the barbarians after him could only launch the festival shirtless.
"Bulkeso!"
After Bulcaisso put on his armor, the barbarian ancestors also stopped arguing. Looking at the majestic and somewhat terrifying barbarian king, they shouted Bulcaisuo's name loudly!
The festival has begun!
"I, Madoc!"
The body of Madoc's ancestor appeared in front of Bulcaisuo, and the weapon in his hand was the heavy weapon with an extended ax blade, Madoc's Sorrow.
"The most wonderful opening for the glory of savagery!"
Mardoc's voice suppressed the shouts of the ancestors' spirits, and the huge shouts spread to every corner of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.
After saying that, Madoc's body solidified and appeared there.
The huge weapon swept towards Bulcaisuo's waist!
Bulcaisel already held the two legendaries of Oath Keeper and Blue Fury in his hands, staggering them like scissors to block the path of the giant ax.
A huge metal collision sounded, kicking off the festival!
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"Head, did you hear that shout?"
An agent shouted to Rumlow with some flinch.
The cries of the barbarians before had of course reached their ears.
"I'm not deaf!"
Rumlow looked at the top of the mountain where the sound came from, with deep eyes.
In the fervent shouts of the barbarians, their bodies began to tremble involuntarily.
"Should we contact headquarters?"
Rumlow ignored his subordinate's question this time and looked at the top of the mountain with a gloomy look, wondering what he was thinking.
"Go up the mountain! Head towards the direction of the sound!"
After Rumlow said these words, he took the lead in taking action.
Rumlow, who heard the sound of the barbarians, thought he had found the way forward. No matter what, he had to figure out what caused this mountain to appear here.
Not for SHIELD but for the Hydra in his heart that must never be forgotten!
The sudden appearance of a mountain that seems to come from another world is full of temptations for Hydra. They want the truth!
Perhaps it was fate. At the moment Rumlow made up his mind to move in the direction where the barbarian roar came from, his courage was recognized by the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.
Perhaps in the minds of barbarians, daring to face the existence of barbarians is the greatest courage.
After all, even the Demon King of Hell would flinch when facing a barbarian. Who dares to face the wrath of a barbarian?
