The next day, Thor finally climbed to the gate of the Holy Mountain.
Looking at the huge white snow sculpture standing tall in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain, I let out a long breath.
The sculpture looks like a barbarian, holding a ferocious battle ax high, stepping on a monster that makes people feel uneasy at first glance with one foot, and pretending to chop off the monster's head.
This is the snow sculpture left by Madoc. The barbarian on top is himself, and the demon at the bottom is Baal.
Madoc, who was idle and bored, learned this craft over a long period of time, and would always come up with new gadgets from time to time to enrich the scenery of the Holy Mountain.
"You finally came up?"
Tarik was squatting on the other side of the gate, rubbing a snowball, which was already as tall as a person.
These ancestors have been idle for a long time, and they can find something to do for several days.
"Now can you tell me why I'm here!"
Thor brushed the snow out of his hair and spoke to Tarik.
Originally, it was not that far away to climb the Holy Mountain, but Thor, who had his whole heart towards Mjolnir, was not that pure.
If he hadn't become numb in the end and only had the thought of climbing the mountain, there's no telling when he would be able to climb up.
"I didn't know. Follow me to the Temple of the Elders and wait for Bulcasso. He sent you here."
Talik lifted the huge snowball, and threw the ancient spear boulder to shatter Madok's sculpture.
Now that business was about to begin, the huge snowball would have no effect. In order to prevent Maddock from provoking him after being smashed, Tarik chose to strike first.
After finishing, he turned around and walked towards the Temple of the Elders with Thor.
Thor shook his head, felt the gap between himself and Tarik, and then silently followed Tarik.
On the other side of the gate of the Holy Mountain, Madoc looked at Tarik's back secretly.
Everything that happened before fell into his eyes.
If his neck hadn't been choked by Korik, he would have jumped and slashed with whirlwind the moment Tarik threw the snowball.
"Lock my throat, right? You wait for Korik!"
Madoc threatened Korik behind him, which in turn gave the arm around his neck a little more strength.
Maddock pried off Korik's arm with his hands, and kept trying to get out of control.
However, Kolik's superb control skills made his efforts in vain.
"Madoc, are you going to embarrass a barbarian in front of a stranger?"
Korik grabbed Madoc's neck and shouted softly. The angle on the arm narrowed, causing more pain.
"Also, what are you going to ask me to wait for you for? Wait for you to throw down your ax and say 'I won't fight'?"
Korik pressed harder.
The battles between the three ancestors always ended in a draw, except for Talik who had an advantage in one-on-one situations.
Most of their conflicts ended with the impatient Madoc giving up the fight.
After all, Madoc could see the results of the battle while he was alive, so his battles were always full of purpose.
After he became the deceased, his overly strong purpose remained in his heart, so he was generally quite irritable.
"Okay! Let me go. The worst I can do is wait for Tarik to come back and I'll beat him again."
Madoc cursed and shouted, and Korik also let go of his arm.
"Are you sure you can break the turtle shell of 'Defender' Tarik? That guy is simply better at blocking than Kalju, and what's worse is that he uses a heavy sword. Even that hedgehog from Kalju doesn't want to fight him."
Kolik simply sat on the ground and started making snowballs. While squatting in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain, it seemed that there was nothing else to do besides making snowballs.
After all, the most common thing on the Holy Mountain is snow everywhere, so there are no conditions for doing anything else.
"At worst, I'll wait for Rumlow to come back and beat him. If Tarik wants to beat Luke, let him do it."
Madoc gritted his teeth as he spoke, then picked up the giant ax and started shoveling the snow.
The snow-white sculpture just now was destroyed, so he would simply build a new one.
But this time he wanted to carve a Talik under his feet.
At this time, Bruce Wayne was still swinging an ax at the training ground, and Corik was not worried at all that Wayne would be lazy.
After all, Wayne's self-control is what Kolick admires most.
That extraordinary self-discipline and firm will allowed Wayne to make rapid progress.
Even after Wayne finished training to wield weapons, he would go to Cassius to learn about fighting.
Kolik, the heir, is too worry-free. He now seems to be a professional at opening secret doors.
How would you describe this kind of person?
"Open/close boy"?
…
Burcasso had just gotten up and sent Gil to the school bus. He put the tableware used for breakfast into the sink and rinsed it briefly.
Then he opened the portal and returned to the Holy Mountain of Harrogas.
Outside the Elders' Temple, Rorschach was training with Leiko, swinging his legs and charging back and forth from both sides.
Although a bit boring, this is the simplest and most effective way to master violent collision.
"Leiko, teaching him to charge too early seems not a good thing."
Bulqueso glanced at Rorschach's training and said.
"Have you forgotten that he is a barbarian from your Buck tribe? Learning technology has never been difficult for you."
Leiko's husky voice is very recognizable. Most of the time, his tone does not fluctuate at all, just like a teacher giving a dry lecture that can induce drowsiness.
Bulcaisuo also saw Kanuk's figure behind the Elder's Temple, but he didn't say anything. He had long been used to it.
Moreover, there has been a tacit understanding between Kanuk and Leiko for a long time.
No one will take the initiative to mention the other, nor will they deliberately avoid it.
It's like everything goes as it should, although everyone knows that this kind of "let nature take its course" is simply cruel.
"Rorschach, have you thought about it?"
Bulcaisel walked up to Rorschach and asked, and Rorschach also stopped practicing.
"I still care, but I can wait until the time you said comes."
Rorschach looked at Bulkesso in front of him seriously and chose not to ask further questions about those things.
His previous encounters had made him understand that the person he was facing was as stubborn as him.
"Then continue training, and come to me when you feel you can enter the secret realm."
Bulcasso took out a bottle of wine he brewed and handed it to Leiko, unaware that he had also become an "opening/closing boy".
"You know, I rarely drink."
Although Leiko said this, she still accepted Bulcasso's kindness.
This is considered as a reward for helping Bulkeso take care of his students.
Besides, although Leiko rarely drinks, she doesn't drink at all.
Every year, Leiko acts like an outsider and rarely attends the celebrations.
But every year on her wedding day, she borrows her anger from Bulcaisel and appears.
She only gets drunk for one day every year, that's always the case.
"Okay, there is another guy on the mountain. Although he is not young, he looks like a stupid kid."
Bulcaisuo shouted in the direction of the Elders' Temple intentionally or unintentionally.
Warusk lived up to Bulcaisuo's determination and staggered out, his hard boots clanking on the ground.
"What do you want to tell me? That boy is perfect for me?"
Warusk sat on the steps, and "The Majesty of the Immortal King" fell to the ground, making a not-so-pleasant sound.
"You'll know when Tarik brings him here."
Bulcaisuo left, and he had nothing to do at this time. He simply went to see the training situation of Cassius and Olongus.
"You forgot to tell me the boy's background. I don't want to embarrass a barbarian like you."
Warusk shouted at Bulkatho's back, and then swung a gravel hammer to knock down the ancient spear, Fury Throw, thrown by Bulkatho.
Then he was dragged directly behind Bulcasso by the iron chain on the spear.
Then he saw a fist as big as a casserole hitting his eyes.
Warusk let out a hearty laugh, and the Iron Fist of the Immortal King came forward.
Trying to use that huge gauntlet to make Bulcaisel feel the pain.
However, what collided with the Iron Fist of the Immortal King was the barbarian claw.
The moment the two hands collided, an unpleasant sound was made.
"I knew you would attack with your gauntlets!"
Bulcaisel shouted while kicking him.
The depression of the previous day was gone from the shouting, but it was much more cheerful.
"If you have the guts, don't wear the 'Ninety Barbarian' suit and fight with me again!"
Warusk bumped his knee into the sole of Bulcaisel's foot and shouted loudly.
Warusk was comforting Burqisuo in his own way. What happened the day before was not easy at all.
"Get out!"
Leiko's voice came after she sent Bulcasso and Volusk flying into the sky.
She doesn't like this kind of romance and friendship between men. According to her idea, if she has too much strength and no place to use it, she just washes the coal briquettes. That thing is enough to pass the time.
Bulcaisuo landed in front of Thor who had just walked over with a jumping slash, and Warusk also jumped over.
"Thor, the next step is to see if you can get him to approve it. If not, I still have someone to choose from."
Bulcaisel pointed to Warusk beside Thor and said.
"Well, I want to know why."
Thor's words made Bulkesso's forehead throbbing with veins.
Yesterday, Bulkesso was made sulky by Rorschach's "wanting to know why."
It has to be said that Thor has an extraordinary talent for irritating others.
"Hahaha! Bulcasso! I also want to know why!"
Volusk joked loudly about Bulcasso, and then put his arm around Thor's shoulders.
"I'm very optimistic about this kid! What do you say, Bulcasso?"
"His father paid me to watch him and make him a true warrior."
Bulkesso glared at Warusk and then turned and left.
Controlling his anger when he doesn't need to fight is his normal state.
"my father?"
Thor felt the power on Volusk's arm and was a little confused.
How did he know how Odin arranged for him.
He didn't even know that Odin sat on the throne all night thinking about whether he had done something ridiculous when he was young.
"Boy, you are a warrior."
Volusk patted Thor on the shoulder and said.
In terms of physical fitness, Thor is much better than those barbarian recruits.
The body density of Asgardians is three times that of ordinary humans, making them extremely powerful.
But that's it. For Warusk, Thor is just a guy who can catch his eye.
"I am the best warrior in Asgard, what about you? Are you also the best warrior?"
Thor also patted Volusk on the shoulder and said loudly.
Then he succeeded in making Warusk also have blue veins jumping on his forehead.
"It was."
Warusk said reluctantly, and then let go of Thor's shoulders.
"He is the best warrior now." Warusk pointed at Bulcasso's back.
"Okay, now you want to become a real warrior, then come and experience it."
Warusk never engaged in mystery, and his teaching methods were terrifyingly crude.
To put it simply, go to the secret realm and fight by yourself. If you come out alive, you can summarize the problem yourself.
Warusk will at most give you a few words when you ask him.
"Experience?"
Thor was stunned.
He originally wanted to find a way back to Asgard, but out of nowhere he was asked to experience it.
"I just want to ask how I can get back to Asgard."
Warusk didn't care at all what Thor said, and with lightning speed, he grabbed Thor's neck and threw him into the secret realm.
Thor is 1.98 meters tall, but he is still a bit petite in front of Warusk, who is 2.2 meters tall.
Under the huge power gap, Thor was thrown into the secret realm unprepared, without even an axe.
When Volusk asked Thor if he was a warrior, he wanted to make sure he had weapons.
After all, there is no soldier who does not carry weapons with him.
But Thor had just said goodbye to his Mjolnir, and now he had nothing in his hands.
"It's just a small group of zombie monsters. Is this guy okay?"
Warusk muttered casually.
Although he wouldn't regret it if Thor died directly in his secret realm, he would be somewhat ashamed.
After all, this is the heir Bulkesso has found for him, and he is still a child with a father.
It would be embarrassing for him if someone else's dead parents came to his door.
As for the aggregation of zombies...
That is a big thing made up of a pile of corpses under the power of hell.
In the final analysis, it is just a big zombie. In addition to being unbearably smelly, it is also stronger.
This monster is neither smart nor agile.
It would be fine for Thor as long as he didn't try to fight head-on.
…
"Fuck me!"
Thor lay on the ground in a very unsightly posture, with several bones lying in front of him.
He had just climbed the Holy Mountain and entered the secret realm inexplicably without knowing anything about the specific situation.
Thor habitually raised his hand to try to summon Mjolnir, but was knocked away by the zombie aggregation that suddenly rushed out.
