"What makes you think I'm going to tell you this if you ask?"
Warusk was unprepared to let those dirty things hit his face, and looked at Madoc with twinkling eyes.
There was no wavering or concession in his majestic and mighty body.
Perhaps in Warusk's eyes, there was nothing worth giving in to.
"Tsk, the great Immortal King failed to do it twice when he appeared on the battlefield. Why do you think I will be afraid of your power?"
Madoc said loudly.
With a casual ax, he smashed a piece of demon into pieces.
Madoc didn't look back to observe Warusk's appearance, he didn't care about these things.
So what if it offends Warusk?
Beaten to death on the Holy Mountain?
Or will Volusk banish Mardoc from the sacred mountain of Harrogath in the name of the Immortal King?
Do not make jokes!
The Three Ancestors were the gatekeepers chosen by the first Bulcaisuo, and this was not something that Volusk could change.
"Madoc, shut up! Now concentrate on cleaning the outside of the Holy Mountain!"
Tarik couldn't help but make a sound.
Of course it's not for any reason like "can't offend Warusk".
Every barbarian is not afraid of anything easily.
He just felt that it was more important to concentrate on fighting now.
"Silly question."
Warusk's expression was a little gloomy.
But under the cover of the devil's plasma, the subtle disappointment in his expression was not discovered.
At that time, Warusk did not watch everything lead to the worst ending. It was just that an immortal king who was already a ghost could not be distracted in other places while blocking Rasma.
Warusk said nothing and walked silently on the battlefield.
The iron boots stepped on the blood mixed with the snow, and every step was not smooth.
Blood mixed with mud stuck to his boots, pulling out long threads with every step.
There is no earthy fragrance in the fishy stench, and there is no natural power.
That battle, which was like being crushed, was a past event that was difficult to recall in Warusk's mind.
How could Volusk, whose life was saved by the explosion of the World Stone, be so proud of this?
"What is our mission now?"
Korik trampled a large piece of demon into pieces with his foot on the ground. His body was covered with flesh and blood and he opened his mouth to speak.
Then he casually said that a piece of devil's flesh was spat out of his mouth, and his eyes were a little wandering.
"Do you think there will be other tasks for guarding the gate? Kerik, it's enough to stop these bastards in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain now!"
Talik waved the heavy sword in his hand, used bursts of storms to clear away the splashed flesh and blood, and then said to Kolik:
"Let Calgar do the counterattack. It's enough for us to just hold on here."
"Then why did Warusk come here? Just to watch us talk about those scum being ground up?"
Madok glanced at Warusk who was walking a little far away and asked.
The three ancestors would not understand what Volusk wanted to do.
This secret realm is different!
Jotun Kule intervened, and the Archangel and the Demon God personally took action.
Will there be other things in it?
Warusk needs to see with his own eyes and fulfill his responsibilities as a witness and referee.
It was just a battle, a battle that opened scars in the hearts of countless ancestors.
…
"Ancestor Orak, do you want to take us to fight?"
Jessica looked at the burly figure in front of her and asked hesitantly.
Orak was not an ancestor who died in this battle, he was even older.
This is not his battlefield, nor is it his obsession.
Even though this battle is equally painful and sad.
Jessica looked at Orak in front of her and felt that this ancestor who had always been gentle to her like an elder had become a little cold.
This made Jessica a little uneasy.
"No, I'm just responsible for keeping you two safe."
Orak closed his eyes and said this.
There was no frown on his face, but his hand holding the God of War Blade was tightly clenched.
He didn't want to see even a single scene of this battle, because he was afraid that he would not be able to hold back his anger and rush towards the archangel and the two demons.
Death in battle is the best destination for a warrior, but victory is the ultimate glory!
Orak's death brought the glory of victory and the continuation of the barbarian race.
He didn't complain.
But what can victory in this battle bring?
Those ancestors who fought in the war will grieve even more for the tragedy of the past after the battle is over.
All responsibility will fall on Bulkesso.
This isn't fair.
This is not fair at all to the warriors!
And a warrior?
He didn't see the scene he wanted to see. Can a group of guys who look like tourists be called warriors?
"So, where should we start fighting?"
Luke asked with some confusion.
Luke sensed that something was wrong in the atmosphere, but he had no other better way to do it than asking as if he were stupid.
Jessica held his hand and looked calm.
Not the slightest hint of nervousness.
Bulkesso said that the ancestors would protect their lives.
This fight without death relaxed her nerves.
Madoc had no intention of taking Luke into battle.
Luke is not the material guarding the gate of the Holy Mountain!
Being a gatekeeper is an honorable position, and it is recognized by the first generation ancestors!
And Luke is still far behind.
"Start in the direction where you can see the demon, and then try to survive the fight."
Orak said casually.
He was facing the two guys not far away.
Abomination and Purple Man.
It is also his task to guard these two guys who have a little bit of Diavolo's aura.
This is overkill, and the God of War Orak can bring more powerful help on the battlefield.
But Orac's words were spent in the battle to turn the tide, and the most dangerous moment has not yet been reached.
"Let's go! Luke!"
Jessica grabbed Luke's hand and walked towards the towering tower.
That was a relatively safe place on the battlefield, and the new recruits stood on the guard tower under the arrangement of the old general Qualkek.
Whether it's throwing axes or shooting arrows, it's up to them.
If you feel that your actions are worthless, then it doesn't matter if you charge into the frontal battlefield.
This is not their battle, the recruits are just here for sightseeing.
The balance of victory and defeat is never in their hands.
Jessica didn't notice Orac's disappointment, or in other words, when Orac chose to close his eyes motionlessly, Jessica couldn't feel the hungry emotion of the God of War.
"Ancestor, when will I be qualified to inherit the responsibility of the Big Bear Tribe?"
Jessica shouted without looking back.
Orak didn't answer her.
The Big Bear Tribe is finished and over! The last living pure savage of the Great Bear Tribe was dead.
Jessica wants to inherit this responsibility?
At least not until she understands what fighting is.
After drinking the smelly blood of the demon in his mouth and chewing on the stone-like limbs of the Demon of Thunder to satisfy his hunger!
During the battle, his skin was torn apart by countless sharp claws, and there were layers of wounds on his body that could not be healed!
Be prepared to die in every battle, and know clearly that you will become the devil's food after every hit!
When there is no chance of victory, the moment when you can still unswervingly use your greatest strength to put the weapon into the mouths of those scum is the birth of a warrior!
Orac is very harsh on warriors. Jessica thinks she is a warrior, but obviously she is not yet!
"Let's go, fighting is not about escaping."
Luke said as he tugged at Jessica.
There is no need to wait any longer, the ancestors are ready to go!
Those old guys were all well organized and were waiting for the backlash horn to sound.
"Devils are never tireless, and neither are we."
Orak watched the two young barbarians walking towards the front line and spoke slowly.
Time is the most ruthless.
Everything faded away.
It was as if Orak had sworn to remember that child forever, and now he couldn't even recall the child's face.
"I'm going to rush in and fight hard, old bear! Are you ready to witness the sharp claws of the cub?"
Banal said casually while holding a heavy knife that was easy for chopping.
Old Bear was his name for Orak, and this moment was like the last time the two ancestors met while they were still alive.
Banal will always stand behind Orak!
Regardless of position or philosophy.
The berserker Barnal will always put the will of the God of War before his own will!
In the incomplete rage of the berserker, Orak's voice and will were his only faith.
"You are no longer a little bear, go do what you want to do. Banal."
Orak didn't make the slightest move, just spoke softly.
He was afraid that once his body started to move, he would put aside all worries and rush to the front line.
Whether it's taking care of two inexplicable homes or taking care of the lives of young people.
This is not what he wants.
It's just that Orak needs this job.
Soldiers will not always fight under protection. On the battlefield, no one can be trusted except their comrades who fight together.
That's what Orak wants to tell the new recruits.
"The glory of the Great Bear, in the name of the barbarians of the Great Bear Tribe."
Banal stretched out his fist and placed it in front of Orak.
Banal prepared for the worst.
He's always been like this.
Fight until death, fight until the berserker who has lost his mind can no longer wield the weapon in his hand!
Fight until even the teeth that can bite the enemy to death fall off, and the nails are blown off!
"Go, Banal, I hope there will be a place for us to meet after the soul dies."
Orak said softly.
This is a revenge and a fight for the future!
Volusk goes to find the guy who has been hiding for a long time, and these ancestors who cannot wield weapons against demons and angels will be prepared to pay everything.
Make that guy pay!
"Who's soul could Rasma influence? I still find it hard to believe."
Banal said nonchalantly, and then left here.
"This is what Warusk said. That noble guy was even more powerful than Warusk when he was alive."
Orak said this.
He didn't know if Banal could hear this, but it didn't matter.
This sentence was what he said to himself.
The God of War will appear on the most difficult battlefield and turn the tide! Just like he did when he was alive.
"A fight to the death or a fight for survival?"
"Cassius, you should be in Calgar's group."
Orak said this to Cassius who suddenly appeared.
This reckless guy died in this war.
He shouldn't be here.
"Do you know about the death of Leoric's rampant Skeleton King? If you knew, you wouldn't say such things."
Cassius said with a look of contempt and mockery on his face:
"It's really sad to die over and over again. But that guy can finally rest in peace."
"Sacrifice, I thought you were used to it."
Orak opened his eyes, and the burning anger in his eyes had replaced his eyes.
There were only two groups of burning angry flames burning in the empty eye sockets.
"The barbarians never let others die earlier than us, Orak! Before I die, I never let the young relatives in the tribe die before me!"
Cassius said with some pride.
The leader of the Big Bear tribe from another era.
The chief after Kotur!
This is always the case in the Big Bear tribe. The chief is always the first to die on the battlefield.
It's like lining up in a queue, waiting for death one by one.
The strong men of the Big Bear Tribe have long made plans to become chiefs, which means writing their names in the front row of the Death Notebook!
"I didn't do this, are you here to question me?"
Orak's body stood on the spot like a sculpture, and the fiery eyes in his eyes broke away from their restraints, flowing down from Orak's face like water.
Then he lit up the God of War Blade!
"I'm just telling you that this time it's the same as before. The living young people are the future. The dead will only be sad tears!"
Cassius said this, and pointed his arm at Jessica, who had just climbed up the sentry tower.
Orak didn't like Jessica that much, and the inheritance at that time was more of a helpless choice.
Orak treats Jessica tenderly, but that is not the attitude towards an heir!
Only harsher treatment can give soldiers a greater chance of survival.
"She is the only barbarian in the Big Bear tribe!"
Cassius said this while looking at Orak in front of him.
Natasha inherited his fighting style from Cassius, but Natasha was a barbarian, not a barbarian from the Great Bear Tribe.
Even though the status of the tribe is lower than that of the group, it is still noble!
"Then what? You need my guidance even where to fight. Such a warrior is not worthy of inheriting the glory of the Big Bear!"
The God of War's Blade in Orak's hand was burning in the flames, with bursts of light flashing continuously.
"Do you only think of her as your toy? Or does the God of War Orak need an obedient rag doll to make up for his guilt for that child!?"
Cassius walked up to Orac and yelled in Orac's face.
The anger is visible to the naked eye.
Cassius's will to protect his people has never wavered!
Just like when he was alive!
He will find the enemy for the sake of the death of his tribe!
He will hunt down the wolves because the lambs in his tribe have been stolen by the wolves!
Everything in the tribe is the target of his protection!
Use his own strength and the enemy's fear of him as a protective umbrella for the Big Bear Tribe!
This is the will of Cassius as chief!
"If you want to do this, take care of her life yourself!"
Orak looked at Cassius with an angry face in front of him and said calmly.
Orak had no intention of saving Jessica's life from the battle in the first place!
He is the God of War, the one who treats warriors the most harshly.
Save the weak tribesmen?
certainly! This is the chief's responsibility!
Just saving an immature warrior?
The God of War wouldn't do that!
Orak, known as the God of War, has no mercy when facing war!
His kindness, always shouting "Fighters should die in battle," was always directed towards those tribesmen who were unable to fight.
Unqualified warriors will be eliminated naturally, and Orak will not save them again and again.
"You and I both know what this battle means to Bulcaisuo! I will not put down my responsibilities and do the work that should be yours."
Cassius rubbed his belt and swung his braided beard.
He knew he couldn't make Orak change his mind.
"Then shut up! You can't question my decision!"
Orak's body began to be burned with anger!
This is the fury of Orak, the fury of death!
What is the purpose of fighting?
For Orak, the purpose of fighting is to bring death!
Be it the opponent's or his death!
The coldest ancestor on the holy mountain!
The ancestor who treats warriors the most harshly on the Holy Mountain!
The ancestor who is the most fanatical about fighting on the Holy Mountain!
An ancestor who was considerate and gentle to his people, but cold-blooded to warriors and who only ignored death!
Orac, God of War!
The legendary founder of the Big Bear Tribe!
My heart was filled with fear, but I turned the fear into fuel to keep fighting!
Facing the battle, the cold anger, the anger that can burn oneself!
This is the true face of Orak, the God of War!
"But I can change your approach, and I can change this ending!"
Cassius grabbed his beard and said with tough eyes!
"Barbarians never change other people's will!"
"So I will only change the result you selected!"
Cassius and Orak confront each other.
The hammer he had cherished when he was young appeared in his free hand.
Molten fire and flying slag!
Facing the Blade of the God of War, Cassius's fists could not withstand that sharp edge.
Even if he could continue his life and existence by ignoring the pain, his arm would not be able to compare with the legend of the God of War Blade!
"You want to fight me before we go out? What do you think of fighting! Bastard!"
The anger on Orak's body has already burned his skin!
Waves of arrogance spread, constantly approaching Cassius.
"You know, Cassius's pride! Your anger will not affect me in the slightest!"
Cassius patted his belt, raised his head high and looked at Orak, who was taller than him, and said.
No need for any state, no need for anger to bless his body, Orak is already over 2.4 meters tall.
The burly body like a mountain rock never gives in!
"So, warrior! Are you ready to die?"
Orak's voice was tightly suppressed.
The anger made the sound of grease being ignited come from his body.
"I have died once, but even if you ask me this question, I will only say that I am destined to survive!"
Cassius grabbed the molten slag and laughed wildly!
Live towards death?
Cassius never thought of it this way!
Even when he died, he always thought that he was the one who survived!
Cassius, who died of his injuries due to his inability to feel pain, thought he was alive even at the moment he appeared on the Holy Mountain as the spirit of his ancestors!
Two legends born in different eras, two leaders of the Big Bear tribe separated by hundreds of years.
The two have completely different attitudes towards facing the tribe!
…
"You just watch them fight like this?"
Johanna stood beside Bulcasso, following Bulcaisu's eyes and watching the confrontation between Cassius and Orak.
"Are you going to let me use my power to change the will of two legends?"
Bulkesso said calmly.
Unlike Waver, he had no intention of intervening in this conflict of ideas.
Whose idea is noble?
Whose perception is correct?
Do not make jokes!
The soul is the noblest!
Will is the most noble thing!
Is there any existence that can be called a legend that can be easily affected?
"If I tell you this, everything you believe in is false! Everything you insist on is wrong. Will you abandon your faith just because I said this? Johanna!"
Burcasso turned his head and looked at Johanna in front of him, his voice was not cold.
But I can't hear much gentleness.
This is somewhat different from the Burcasso in Johanna's impression.
"Maybe not? But what if I say yes?"
Johanna said cheerfully.
There seemed to be no problem that would embarrass her.
“You’re still young, Johanna!
You are too young to follow the traces of Tyrael's fall and come here for that illusory prophecy! "
Bulkesso said with some disappointment.
He thought that after experiencing Malthael's devastating attack, Johanna would become more mature.
Johanna, who is less than thirty years old, is only slightly more mature than Li Min, who is less than twenty years old.
There is no teaching of years, no long experience.
There is always something innocently funny about these young people.
"So you only talk to Karashim about this? Burqaso, you are as cold as the stone I sit on!"
Johanna said angrily.
As a warrior who had endured a series of harrowing battles, Johanna considered herself mature enough.
Johanna, who had witnessed countless tragedies with her own eyes, believed that she should be mature enough in Bulkesso's eyes.
"How old do you think Natsuba is?"
Bulcasso wiped the blood off his face casually. It was an injury left in the battle with Leiko. Such a little time was not enough for his body to recover.
After Bulcasso finished speaking, he took a bottle of strong liquor and poured it into his mouth.
He didn't spill wine all over his body like the heroes in those biographies.
The wine entered Bulcasso's belly without any waste, and then flowed out from the wound in his abdomen.
With blood.
Johanna looked at Bulcasso and wrinkled her eyebrows.
"A hundred years old? One hundred or two hundred?"
Johanna said according to her guess.
Natsubo always behaves very calmly, rarely showing much emotion.
He always made Johanna feel stale.
"Twenty-eight years old!"
Bulcasso looked at Johanna deeply and said.
Nazbo is only twenty-eight years old!
He can wander from many magical worlds, definitely not comparable to the jungle where he grew up!
His knowledge was also obtained from those magical worlds, as if he knew it innately! That is a gift produced by the blending of countless souls with him!
Nazebo was expelled by his people and made to live in hiding! Waiting to die in vain!
The less powerful witch doctors said he was scorning souls!
But only Natsubo complied with the will of those souls!
Among the witch doctors in the Invisible Land, only Natsubo is so powerful that the Demon King of Hell can look him in the face!
The other witch doctors are as weak as those toads at Nazbo's feet!
"Maturity has nothing to do with your age! Johanna!"
Bulcaisel put a finger through his belly and pressed the wound in his stomach!
Only then did the wine stop flowing from the wound.
"Am I not mature enough? Maturity is not like you, who is indifferent to everything."
Johanna said calmly.
"I never just watched something happen!"
Bulcaisel looked at Johanna with wide eyes.
The slightly healed wound burst open again, and blood continued to flow.
"I just! I never try to change other people's will! Johanna! You should see with your own eyes instead of asking me for my opinion!"
Bulkesso said nonchalantly!
A pair of eyes stared at Cassius and Orak.
In most battlefields, there is only one kind of winner, and that is the one who survives!
But this is not the case in a battle between the same race!
In this kind of battle, the winner is the one who gains the right to live and kill the other party!
"Okay, Bulcaisel. There's no answer to that question.
I just want to know now, what are you planning? "
Johanna calmed down her mood and asked Bulcasso seriously.
Halfway up the mountain, the vanguards led by Calgar were ready to rush out.
They know the positions of Baal and Mephisto, and this time they will use their own power to end the threat of the two demons!
The vanguard troops will open a path in the Demon Sea leading directly to the Demon God!
The main force will appear in front of the two demon gods without any damage!
And those ancestors who didn't get hit all had serious expressions, as if they were waiting for something to appear!
The most abnormal one is Warusk!
The Immortal King was walking towards a remote place step by step, with a rare hesitation in his steps.
"Plot a soul."
Bulcasso said with a normal expression.
Then he took out another bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.
The wounds on his body slowly scabbed over, and the blood stains on his body made him look a little sloppy.
His beard was dyed red, and the tattered armor on his body was stained with blood.
This armor is Bulcaisuo's most common combat state.
After the battle with Leiko, Bulcaisuo did not change this armor, which shows the problem.
This is why Johanna asked.
"A battle?"
Johanna said while looking at Bulcasso in front of her.
His expression was a little shaken.
"Natsubo told me that he once felt this spirit."
Bulcaisel gave more information, then fell silent again.
Volusk knew whose soul it was, and the dangers that could arise from awakening that soul.
But he still had no hesitation.
This is what the cowardly Immortal King Volusk must do!
"who is it?"
Johanna asked thoughtfully.
But Bulquesso had no answer.
Ancient One stood on the sentry tower and watched the three ancestors constantly sweeping away the tide of demons.
His expression was somewhat serious.
She had tried her best to imagine the horror of the demon army, but it was only when she stood on the front line that she felt the unspeakable pressure.
A huge demon like a towering building is advancing unswervingly.
The target is the city wall under her feet!
Harrogas City can't be reached only from the direction of the gate of the Holy Mountain.
And here will be another tragic battlefield!
The unnamed ancestors around him were all looking at him seriously, including ballistas, trebuchets, and various obstacles placed on the ground inside the city wall.
All this shows that the barbarians are ready for the city wall to be breached!
The battle itself was so brutal!
Countless weapons turned into pieces!
Most of the spare equipment on the weapon racks was smashed to pieces.
The hell host will lead countless demons up the city wall!
Siege Assault Beasts will break down solid walls and turn the defense into a hand-to-hand fight.
The demons are endless!
"Rasuk! You didn't tell me that the location of the logistics work is on the city wall!"
Tony yelled.
There was some panic in his voice.
No matter who sees the dense army of demons, they will think like this.
Tony was a little curious about whether using technology such as missiles could harm those demons!
If one day the demon army begins to attack humans, will humans' defenses be effective?
"Don't make such a fuss! This is the best place to repair weapons. Once the weapons are repaired, the soldiers can be put into battle immediately."
Rasuk stood by the city wall and looked around and said:
"Let me tell you, we are not a transport team without combat capabilities! If necessary, I can also use a hammer to blow the devil's head off!"
"How strong is the devil?"
Tony asked.
The corrupted Daleks I saw in London suddenly flashed through my mind.
If the strength of the demon army could reach that level, then humans would not be much better off when facing demons than when those militiamen met American soldiers.
"How strong? This question is a bit difficult for me to answer."
Rasuk scratched his head, turned around and asked Aunt Mara next to him.
"Aunt Mara, how strong is the devil?"
"Strong? No matter how strong you are, you can't be stronger than Bulkesso, Rasuk."
Aunt Malla wiped the ax in her hand with a piece of cloth.
This was a fight that didn't require a doctor, so Aunt Marla took up arms.
"You hear that Tony? No better than Bulcasso."
Rasuk dealt with Tony casually.
His mind had long been immersed in the battle itself.
In that battle, the barbarians had many more warriors than they do now!
After all, not every barbarian will appear in the form of a soul on the holy mountain after dying in battle.
Warriors without obsession and the dead who trembled in battle and lost their will to fight will only become part of the Holy Mountain.
without being awakened.
It was cruel, but not accusatory.
"If he were stronger than Bulcaisel, I wouldn't be here!"
Tony felt a little nervous.
This answer was unacceptable to him.
"You won't die! The ancestors can throw you out of this secret realm at any time."
Rasuk said this
But he looked a little worried.
He was a bright and lively young man who had lived for less than Tony's years.
He felt that this secret realm was unusual.
"Don't worry about that. Do you have to wait for death silently when facing an enemy that you can't defeat? It's all about fighting, that's all."
Rumlow said holding a helmet.
This type of helmet surprised him.
After all, the experience of finding equipment in a secret realm is quite rare, and this time the equipment was actually distributed.
"How can I launch a charge on the city wall?"
Casillas knocked on his helmet and said.
The walls of Harrogas City are not thin at all, they are even very thick.
While the catapults were placed on the city wall, there was also space for fighting.
But Casillas, who inherited Canuk's fighting style, felt it was not enough.
The kind of charge that constantly draws power from collisions does not support sharp turns.
The environment limited his combat effectiveness.
"You can rush from one side to the other!"
Reco patted Casillas on the shoulder and pointed his finger in the direction of the old General Qualkirk.
Over there, General Ross stood there doubting his life.
General Ross himself planned to return to his army to track down information about Murdoc.
But before he could tell the barbarians about his intention to leave here, he was enveloped in a mysterious realm.
"My teacher, I should say, my former teacher."
Casillas looked at Gu Yi's side face and said.
There was a hint of desolation in his tone.
He still couldn't completely forget what he had been like as a mage.
"What, you plan to take revenge?"
Matthew asked casually.
"No! That's the result of my greed! It's all my fault! I should reflect on myself!"
Casillas opened his mouth and roared loudly!
The sound was almost comparable to a war cry.
War cry of admitting mistake?
"Hahaha! What did Kanuk do to you?"
Reco patted Matthew on the shoulder and laughed loudly.
Conditioned reflex, Canuck's Casillas has been created.
Casillas is a great fighter now.
I'm just a little too nervous when facing problems.
"It's nothing. Ancestor Kanuk taught me some truths. They were instilled into my head in the most forceful way."
Casillas said awkwardly.
He felt a dull pain in his jaw.
"Let's eat something first. It will take about half an hour for the demons to break through the defense line of trebuchets and ballistas and rush here?"
Matthew said this.
The noisy environment is not particularly suitable for him to perform.
However, after becoming a barbarian, his strong physical fitness prevented him from losing his fighting ability due to too loud sounds.
Barbarian battlefields are always noisy.
The shouts and curses will never cease.
A barbarian cannot fight well if he is disturbed by noise.
"Eat~what?"
The killer monkey climbed on Matthew's head and turned Matthew's hair carelessly.
As a monkey's nature, searching for lice is an instinctive behavior.
"Here, this!"
Casillas took out a French eyebrow stick from his backpack and stuffed it into Matthew's hand.
The killer monkey leaned forward and took a look, turned his head with contempt and started looking for lice again.
"Black bread? Is it so long?"
Matthew asked with some confusion.
This is the work of Canuck. In order for Casillas to better understand the basics of right and wrong, he prepared many such styles of bread.
"I think I might need a little broth."
Matthew tried breaking the bread, but it didn't work.
"By the way, it seems that Aunt Mara was responsible for treating the wounded and preparing food at the same time?"
Rasuk asked with a thoughtful expression.
The hammer in his hand hit the iron felt, making an unpleasant sound.
"I forgot that these young people still need to eat, which was ill-considered."
Aunt Mala said casually, took out a large pot from the debris piled on one side, briefly dealt with the situation, and then set up a simple stove.
"Who's going to get some water?"
Rumlow glanced at the people around him and asked.
Then he consciously picked up the pot and jumped out towards the bottom of the city wall.
The snow all over the ground is a good source of water when it is not stained by blood.
"After the battle starts, can we still catch up with the food to be cooked?"
Tony said a little irritably.
A diamond was forcefully inserted on top of the much shrunk reactor on his chest.
The flawless royal diamond is pretty good as a power source.
It was just that Rasuk used a chisel to drill a hole in the reactor in the most brutal way. This process made Tony feel like he was breaking out in a cold sweat.
"Who knows? If that doesn't work, why don't you just send yourself to the devil's mouth? The ancestors will protect you anyway."
Rasuk said casually.
Then they saw Leiko walking up slowly and leisurely.
"Lei ~ Ancestor Leiko!"
Reiko looked at Reiko with admiration in her eyes, her voice trembling a little.
"It's Reiko, did you get what you wanted?"
Leiko's voice was particularly gentle.
Leike is her blood descendant.
Although her and Joriz's son was not able to retain his soul by the Holy One.
But the bloodline between the two people still continued well.
"I've been looking forward to this day for a long time."
Leike said with a faint smile and some embarrassment.
She hasn't communicated with Leiko for a long time.
As a descendant of Leiko, she couldn't even survive five battles, and died in a molten trap in a ridiculous way, which made her feel a little ashamed.
"This is a brutal enough battle. I am here to watch you. As long as you are judged by me to be incapable of fighting, you will leave."
Leiko said this.
Battles for city walls are generally the most brutal battlefields.
