"Boy, are you still full of doubts about us now?"
Bulcasso stood in front of Rorschach, his tone still calm.
He turned his body directly, facing Rorschach with his back, ready to go to the training ground.
Rorschach was not affected by the previous life and death, perhaps because his will was strong enough.
Burqaso was satisfied with the result, and a smile appeared on his lips.
"That fragment!"
Rorschach uttered these words word by word, and Bulcasso turned around sharply following these words.
A pair of eyes widened and his brows were furrowed.
"What happened to that fragment?"
Rorschach looked directly into Bulcaisel's angry eyes and said this without giving up.
Rorschach's body trembled a little under Bulkeso's anger. This gap in life levels made him unable to control his body.
"Is it Tyrael? He's in your body!?"
Burcasso was instantly furious!
He spoke with a irritable roar, and in just a short moment, Bulcasso changed from a calm state to a furious state, and the anger on his body rose to the point of burning people in an instant. .
Among the barbarians on the sacred mountain of Harrogath, only Bulcaisso can do this.
The average barbarian needs some emotional adjustment if he wants to be furious. Only Bulcaisuo can reach the peak of anger in a calm moment.
The ability to be instantly furious from any emotion is one of the reasons why Bulkatho is the strongest.
His huge and muscular body took a step towards Rorschach, lowered his head and stared into Rorschach's eyes.
The angry flames on his body were burning fiercely, making Rorschach in front of him unable to bear the heat brought by the angry flames. His short hair became curled up in the anger.
That thing is not something Rorschach can see. Rorschach doesn't have that ability yet. There is only one possibility for Rorschach to say this!
"Tyrrell! Get out of here!"
The battle flag and the Light Wings of Courage appeared together behind Bulcasso, and a huge roar filled Rorschach's brain!
The sacred mountain of Harrogath began to shake with Bulkatho's rage.
The three ancestors in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain looked up in the direction of Bulcaisuo, and then looked at each other.
"Go and have a look?"
Madoc was eager to copy his sorrow. Every time Bulcaisel fell into a complete rage, it was not a small thing. Complete rage only appeared when he felt it was necessary.
Under normal circumstances, Bulcaisel was very restrained, and this level of anger made Madoc very concerned.
Not to mention that the name "Tyrrell" also excited Madoc.
Tyrael has only been to the barbarian's holy mountain once, this is the second time! When he first came, he directly blew up the Holy Mountain of Arreat, and by the way, he also sent away all the barbarians who were on the Holy Mountain of Arreat at that time.
Madoc also wanted to talk to Tyrell about this matter.
Use an ax!
"No, I don't want to see Tyrell's bad face. Besides, the angry Bulcaisel is quite cruel."
Tarik had just calmed down his anger. Facing Azmodan's shadow was an uncomfortable experience for him.
Every time he saw the Seven Demon Kings, he could hardly restrain his anger.
But even so, he still trembled after hearing Bulcaisuo's roar.
The furious Bulcaisel was a nightmare for him.
He still remembered that the first time he was called out by Bulcaisel using the summons of his ancestors, all he heard was "Why are you three guys?"
"Guy" is a modified version of the term, and Bulcasso's words at the time were much uglier than this.
At that time, he only took a cursory glance at Gaom who had been torn into pieces, and was sent directly back to the Holy Mountain by Bulqessor.
Sent back physically.
Bulcasso was about the same age as the three ancestors, and the ancestors Bulcaisso summoned at the beginning were not Madoc and the others.
"Forget it, that's Bulcasso's business, there's no need to go there."
Korik caught the swaying Wayne and said casually.
When Rorschach left the trial, he was sent directly to Bulcasso, and Wayne appeared next to him.
He wasn't too interested in things other than fighting, especially when this kind of thing also involved Bulkesso.
"Bulkasso..."
Rorschach's eyes instantly turned blue, revealing divine light, like a flashlight.
When he spoke, it was no longer Rorschach's voice.
"Tyrrell, you broke the agreement!"
Bulcasso restrained his anger and his voice could only be heard by two people close at hand.
"It is unjust for you to let someone else bear all that for you unless he volunteers."
Tyrael's voice rang out from Rorschach's mouth, and the Justice Light Wings began to emit Tyrael's power.
A realm of justice was opened abruptly on the holy mountain of Harrogas.
Tyrael here is not his true self, and he can only use the power of the realm of justice to complete the dialogue.
"ha!"
A figure roared and crashed into Tyrell's domain. A ferocious one-handed hammer hit Rorschach's head hard!
"Mocott."
Tyrell said slowly, and then placed a bright white sword above his head, catching Moct's heavy hammer.
Mocott, who only wanted to smash Tyrell's head with mercy in his life, thought he would never see Tyrell again.
"Tyrell, you forgot that this is Harrogath! Unless you want to do what you did again here! Otherwise, you must close your domain for me!"
Mocott yelled angrily, and he finally said a complete and smooth sentence.
The merciless shadow in his hand pressed Tyrell's sword to the ground.
A barbarian claw appeared on Bulcaisuo's hand on one side, and it penetrated directly through Rorschach's abdomen.
But this time it didn't hurt Rorschach.
If the Immortal King suit represents the glory of the barbarians, then the Ninety Barbarians represent the power of the barbarians!
In the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, the Ninety Barbarian Suit allows the wearer to do almost everything imaginable.
As Bulcaisel withdrew his hand, an illusory Tyrael was pulled directly out of Rorschach's body.
"Now! Archangel of Justice! Tell me what you want to do! You said you would remain silent!"
The aura on Bulcaisel suddenly spread, dispersing all areas of justice.
A pair of red eyes stared at Tyrell's shadow.
The moment Mocott's heavy hammer fell, he realized that the Tyrell in front of him was just a weak clone.
Bulcaisel also understood this the moment he held Tyrell in his arms.
"I can't let you hide what he's going to face!"
Tyrell's shadow raised his finger and pointed at Rorschach, whose eyes were widening, and said firmly.
"He can become the successor of any barbarian, but he cannot become you without knowing anything about it! Bulcaisso!"
In the middle of Tyrell's words, Bulcaisel directly crushed the phantom.
"Leoric, Modan, and Leah, they have already told us how to fight against the Seven Demon Kings! Only you, only you keep saying this is unjust, only you keep blocking it!
He is the only chance so far, don't say you didn't think of this when you favored him! "
Bulcaisuo clenched his fists and said bitterly.
The anger in him grew even higher.
Although Tyrell's shadow had been completely dispersed, his words could not reach the ears of the Archangel of Justice.
Mocott stood aside quietly and returned to his calm demeanor.
"So, can you tell me all that now?"
Rorschach said a little weakly, still looking directly at Bulkesso.
The wings of light belonging to justice behind him are still clearly visible.
The Light Wings of Justice did not exist behind Rorschach because of the possession of Tyrael's shadow. He was truly recognized by Tyrael.
The same stubbornness, the same unreasonableness.
"Then you hurry up and become stronger! Hurry up!"
Bulcaisel roared at Rorschach, his voice getting louder and louder.
Warusk appeared behind Bulkaiso at the right time and put a hand on Bulkaiso's shoulder.
Volusk tried to calm down Bulkatho, although he was equally angry at Tyrael's presence.
But keeping Bulkesso calm is the most important thing right now.
Leiko clasped her hands on her chest and watched all this happen.
The moment Bul-Katho roared out Tyrael's name, these two ancestors appeared nearby.
Everything in the Holy Mountain of Harrogas is shouldered by Bulcaisuo, and only these two top ancestors have the ability to help Bulcaisuo share some of the huge pressure.
"I know, you'd better think of how to tell me all that as soon as possible. About that..."
Before Rorschach could say the last word "fragments", he was stopped by Warusk's sharp eyes.
"Rorschach, the reason why you were selected is because of your specialness. The light wings that are most suitable for Bulcasso at that time should be the pair on your back."
Warusk looked at Rorschach with a strange look in his eyes.
As an archangel who knew the truth back then, Tyrell was the same as Imprius.
These two guys will not lose all their power like Auriel. At this moment, these two archangels should have recovered.
"Okay, Warusk, stop talking."
Leiko's hoarse voice sounded, and a pair of light blue wings of hope slowly unfolded behind her.
"Hope cannot carry that, only courage and justice can. Bulqueso did what neither you nor I could do. Stop saying those meaningless words."
Leiko walked up to Rorschach and looked down at Rorschach's eyes.
"Becoming stronger is never something that can be done with words. My child, you have to go a long way to take over Bulcasso's burden."
Leiko had no idea of going on.
Even if Rorschach broke through Bulcasso's fortieth secret realm, he was only qualified to know what happened specifically.
Becoming the next Bulquesso is still a long way off.
"Bulkasso, you are not suitable to train with him today, leave it to me."
Leiko glanced at Bulcaisuo, who was breathing heavily with sparks coming out of his mouth, and spoke calmly.
Warusk felt that Bulkatho's anger began to subside, and he also retracted his hand.
"How about you consider resuscitating Leoric? He can tell Rorschach what to do for you."
Warusk whispered.
"Don't even think about disturbing their family's sleep anymore. Enough is enough."
Bulcaisel gasped, and the sparks spitting out of his mouth finally disappeared.
After saying this, he opened a portal and appeared in the blacksmith shop.
Just as Leiko said, he is no longer suitable to train with Rorschach.
…
"What happened over there at Bulkesso?"
Wayne shook his head and said to Kolik, he was completely confused about what was happening over there.
He was a little drowsy after experiencing the feeling of death dozens of times just now.
"That's not something you should think about. You'd better go and have a good sleep now. Otherwise, tomorrow's training may be postponed again."
Korik grabbed Wayne's neck and pulled the guy up who was about to fall.
"Didn't I already have your approval? I'm a barbarian now, don't underestimate me."
Wayne struggled to stand up straight and spoke to Korik.
Madoc on the side was snickering.
Korik recognized Wayne's qualifications to call himself a barbarian, but Wayne lost the competition with Luke, so Korik was a little unhappy.
"You can only be regarded as a new recruit, why are you worrying about those things!"
Korik roared impatiently, then pulled out a bottle of wine from the pile of rocks beside the gate of the Holy Mountain and stuffed it into Wayne's arms.
"Boy, finish your drink and go to bed!"
Seeing that Wayne was able to stand firmly, Kerik let go of his hand.
"And you, Madoc, if I find that there is less wine in it, you see how I will deal with you!"
This was hidden by Colic specifically to prevent Madoc from not telling the truth. In order to stop Wayne from asking about Bulcasso, he chose a rough solution.
Although he knew that as long as Madoc saw where he hid the wine, it would not take long for them all to disappear.
His threats had no effect on Madoc, after all, the two men were almost the same in strength.
"Okay, that's it for now."
Tarik glared at Madoc who wanted to say something, and then announced the end of this farce.
…
"Luke..."
Jessica spoke softly as she sat in Luke's cabin.
"What's wrong? I'm about to save enough money to buy a bigger house. Where will we live then? Will it be central or remote?"
Luke was preparing supper in front of the small stove.
Although Luke doesn't look like a nice guy, it's rare that he has some cooking skills.
At least it's easy to mix a salad and fry a half-finished steak.
"I want to ask you, when are we going to travel?"
Jessica walked behind Luke, put her arms around Luke's neck, and pressed her whole body against Luke's back.
"Anytime is fine, even tomorrow."
Luke turned his head, glanced at Jessica's face with her eyes closed, and said with a smile.
"Then the day after tomorrow, after we come back from our trip, we can go on a date at that high-end restaurant. You have to prepare flowers then."
Jessica did not open her eyes and spoke in a tone of sleep.
"It's all up to you, I'll prepare everything."
Luke smiled broadly.
"As for Ancestor Orak, when are you going to tell him?"
Jessica's words were accompanied by warm breath blowing behind Luke's ears, making Luke tremble.
"I'm ready too, Jessica."
Luke's confidence after saying this was somewhat lacking.
Although the marriage of barbarians is quite simple, there are still rituals.
Although there is no need for the elders to propose marriage, Luke has to prove his strength to Orak instead.
Jessica is a barbarian from the Big Bear Tribe and a direct inheritor of Orak's bloodline.
In terms of blood relationship, Jessica is a direct descendant of Orak.
Especially Orak himself thinks so.
"That's good, Luke. I hope to be blessed by my ancestors."
Jessica closed her eyes again and lay on Luke's back as if she was asleep.
The two people enjoyed the rare warmth.
"Dong dong dong!"
There was a knock on the door, and Luke almost threw the spatula and frying pan in his hand.
As long as he and Jessica have further opportunities today, they will be interrupted.
Anyone would be angry if this kind of thing happened to him, and besides, Luke is already a barbarian now.
Anger can really make him stronger.
"who!"
As the words were squeezed out from between the teeth, Rumlow's voice came from the other side of the door:
"Matthew also said that you are not at home, isn't that right? Come and open the door quickly, I brought wine."
Jessica smiled, blew hot air on Luke's neck, then let go of the hand holding Luke, and then Shi Shiran went to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, Jessica saw Matthew's apologetic face and the big plastic bag in Rumlow's hand.
"Okay, I asked why Matthew said 'you', and I also know why he said you are not at home anymore."
Rumlow smiled happily, but with some evil intentions.
"Rumlow, you bastard! You have been an agent, how could you not know what Matthew means!"
Luke's curse came, but it didn't stop Rumlow from walking in happily.
Luke's den is not big, with one bedroom, a living room with a dining table and kitchen, and a bathroom that is only two square meters.
"Okay Luke, it's not like they're staying the night."
Jessica said this, and then looked at Rumlow and Matthew.
"Of course, we just came to have a dinner. The damn Black Heart Braised Egg finally gave me the compensation."
Rumlow put the bag in his hand on the table and took food and drinks out of it.
Chunks of roasted meat, scones, cheeses and spirits... most portable foods can be found inside.
"Luke, cut some more slices of toast and fry two more steaks."
As Jessica spoke, she walked to the toaster and put the sliced bread in.
"I stopped Rumlow."
Matthew said with the same smile.
"Come on Matthew, if you really wanted to stop it you wouldn't have come up here."
Jessica rolled her eyes.
Then he skillfully took out the chair placed in the corner.
"How virtuous."
Rumlow teased Luke.
"Tell me, is there anything else?"
Luke put the freshly fried steak on the plate angrily, and then added two more pieces to the pot.
"We are planning to go to London. I heard there is news about Hydra again there."
Matthew added.
"News on Nick Fury?"
"It's news from the Howling Commandos, Bucky, the news from Captain America's comrade."
Rumlow sat on a chair, opened a can of beer and poured it into his mouth:
"Why am I so tired of drinking beer now?"
"Unfortunately, we are going on a trip the day after tomorrow. You won't let me cancel my travel plans, right?"
Luke didn't listen carefully to what Rumlow and Matthew said. He was now preoccupied with the question of what to bring for the trip.
"Luke, going to London."
Jessica said angrily, then walked over to Luke and placed the fried steak in front of Rumlow and Matthew.
"Wherever he goes, we're going to travel."
Luke turned the steak over in the pot:
"Wait? London?"
"Yes, London, you can get some romantic time and a bonus from SHIELD after things are resolved. That's what Steve said."
Rumlow didn't wait to get the utensils, and directly stuffed the steak into his mouth and chewed:
"Luke, your skills are better than I thought."
Because there was something in his mouth, Rumlow's words were a little slurred.
"I agreed."
Jessica agreed directly. Jessica, who wanted to atone for her sins, had no qualms about cleaning up Hydra.
She doesn't mind using some of her personal time as long as it's for justice.
"Okay, when do you leave?"
Luke asked with a sigh, turning off the fire.
Jessica agreed, and he had nothing to say.
He wasn't very busy anyway.
Luke brought the mixed salad and steak to the table and sat next to Jessica.
"the day after tomorrow."
Matthew said a little embarrassed.
When he came to the downstairs of Luke's house, he could already hear the movement above.
So he just felt a little embarrassed.
"Get ready to salute us. How will we leave then? Take SHIELD's plane?"
Luke rolled his eyes at Matthew. Although Matthew couldn't see it, it didn't stop him from expressing his dissatisfaction.
"Then I have to talk to that playboy and ask him to convert the tickets and everything into cash for us."
Jessica patted Luke on the shoulder, and Luke stood up directly to get the tableware.
"It seems that you encountered something today."
Rumlow probably understood who the playboy Jessica was talking about. Steve had spoken to him today, but he didn't want to get involved in Tony Stark's affairs, so he didn't take any action.
"Let's eat first..."
Matthew whispered, he had been busy all day.
Protecting the rights and interests of those in need is a very troublesome task. Today, he was so busy that he didn't even have time to drink a cup of coffee.
"By the way, we also met the ninjas of the Hand. When did we take care of those guys? It's so annoying. I don't want to have to get up and move around when I feel like sleeping at night."
Luke piled the knives and forks casually on the table, then grabbed a pair of reflective knives and forks in his other hand and handed them to Jessica by the end.
The careful action brought a smile from Jessica, which made Luke feel so happy that he could hardly see it.
Rumlow grabbed the beer and poured it into his mouth. Feeling that it was not strong enough, he took out a bottle of Vodka King and poured it into his mouth.
Matthew grinned on the side.
