Dark Savages Come To the United States

Luke squatted behind a rock on the sacred mountain of Harrogath with his teeth in his hands, squatting like a blind stream with a piece of black bread in his hand, and almost put his hands in his cuffs.

The black bread in his hand was taken to make him look less deliberate, and he didn't think about the fact that he ran behind the stone to eat as deliberately as he did.

From time to time he poked his head out from behind the rock to look at Jessica Jones in front of him, swinging a hatchet.

He still cares a little about Maddock's words, maybe he cares about Jessica Jones.

Luke always has a sense of destiny after meeting Jessica.

It's just that his head has long been in the eyes of Jessica Jones and Olak.

After all, a black head grew out of a snow-covered stone, as conspicuous as mushrooms growing on an old mop.

"that is?"

Jessica was still wielding the hatchet, and was practicing the combat skill of slamming.

During this period of time, Orac didn't teach her too many things, he just demonstrated this move constantly, and then watched her train.

Although it was the first time she came into contact with a weapon like a hand axe, she already swung it like a warrior.

At least if you use it to fight others, the weapon is no longer a burden that may hurt you at any time.

Jessica asked Olak standing in front of her very casually.

Olak's burly figure is very eye-catching no matter what time it is.

"Madok's heir, although physically uncoordinated, is a rare good seed."

Orac didn't even turn his head, and said quietly. He wanted Luke to be his heir, but he couldn't beat Maddock.

The breath on Luke Cage's body was not contaminated with the strong stench of evil deeds. Coupled with that good physical fitness, the ancestors were very satisfied.

It's a pity that Aurak failed to win when facing Maddock.

As an ancestor older than the "Three Idiots", Aurak also had to admit that he was surpassed by his younger generations.

Now the day before Jessica's challenge is not too far away, Olak's heart is not disturbed by it.

Watching a warrior step into his secret realm, Olak has experienced countless times.

Out of respect for a life, Olak decided to teach Jessica enough from the beginning.

But for Jessica's crimes, Orlak does not intend to turn a blind eye.

So Olak was not very enthusiastic.

His secret realm, no matter what, is not a place that can be easily challenged.

As a member of the pre-rental team on the holy mountain of Harrogath, who has experienced the most tragic level of battle, he is also very helpless that he has not found a successor with such a glimmer of hope.

Few of the people he selected had broken into the second secret realm, and a few of them lost their lives quickly in the ensuing battle.

When he watched those barbarian recruits step into the secret realm, he wanted to dissuade them more than once.

Because after his death, the barbarians no longer needed a war god who always turned the tide.

But Aurlak still didn't say anything in the end, no one can stop a person from making his own choice, as long as that choice does not violate morality and justice.

The secret realm has never been a place where you can procrastinate, there is no food and water in it, if you can't succeed before you are starved to death, then burying your bones in it is the only result.

Olak looked at the Elder Temple in the distance, and a trace of melancholy flashed across that overly decent face.

The lives of many barbarians were buried in his secret realm, and those recruits had no glory or experience. Therefore, they are basically not found on the holy mountain.

The legendary weapon of the God of War Blade has never been a weapon that barbarians like, even he himself does not think how powerful the weapon that condenses his legend is.

This legend is just the most helpless choice.

No matter how basic and commonly used Slam is, it is nothing more than a skill that breeds anger. It doesn't have any earth-shaking power, at least compared to those widely used skills.

"Then why didn't he go to training? Instead, he looked at me with pity?"

Jessica observed Luke's eyes, and there was an inexplicable feeling that she was drawing a question mark in her heart.

The movements of the hands have also become a little slower. Although they haven't lost their shape yet, they can't be called concentrated practice.

She vaguely felt what she was about to face, but acted as if she didn't know anything.

To be honest, Jessica could feel that kind of emotion from Luke, but she didn't dare to respond.

At least until she's completely out of the shadows.

Maybe this is how two hypocritical people get along?

"Then you have to ask Maddock."

Orlak didn't plan to say too much on the matter, because nothing would change the course of action.

Savages don't value words, only actions.

A chance of a narrow escape, gaining the power enough for a person to complete redemption.

There is nothing wrong with this kind of thing, but it is not just someone who can face death without fear.

No matter how resolute the words are, actions speak for themselves.

At least Olak didn't like the girl in front of him very much.

Luke withdrew his head from behind the rock, and then hit his nose hard with the hard black bread, and two streams of blood flowed directly to his chest.

Then he picked up the blood bottle and took a sip.

"Luke, why would you feel pity for a stranger?"

Vader's soul quietly appeared, and then sat aside, asking with a trace of sarcasm.

"Don't you feel pity for a man who is doomed to face death?"

Luke said it in a natural tone, with some surprise.

This revealed stupid words that made Vader laugh outright.

"Who isn't doomed to die? You? Me? Or Bulkelso?"

Vader laughed wildly, even heart-piercingly.

Even though Merchant Vader gave up his life as an adventurer, he was once an excellent fighter.

In other words, those who don't know how to fight at all are the rarest existence among the barbarians.

Even at the last moment of his life, Vader chose to raise the weapon around him like a warrior, and charged towards the demon.

There is one person on this mountain, who is facing death in life.

Bulkelso even faced death itself, and incidentally shattered the Dark Soul Stone.

"I mean, that girl...she's so young...why..."

Luke faltered and said.

Being laughed at by Vader made him look awkward.

"Enough, Luke! Don't go against your feelings with your unaccountable love."

Vader interrupted Luke roughly. What Luke was thinking was no secret to these ancestors.

They have been around for a long time, and few things are new to them.

"The stench on that girl's body can't be washed away even if she wipes her body with the snow from the sacred mountain of Harrogath."

"I just……"

"You just haven't thought about how to face your inner impulse. Young people always like to move themselves."

Vader teased with disdain and grinned.

How many copies of deep affection have become the touch of self-persuasion? If they were really in love, how could there be such a long and foolish wait for a change of heart?

Vader is a barbarian with a story.

However there is a story of Vader's hemostasis disappearing in place.

He left a book of fairy tales on the ground, with a silhouette of Maddock drawn on the cover.

"Undefeated Hope on the Holy Mountain", the name of this fairy tale.

Those were some stories about Madock recorded by the ancestors of the barbarians casually.

It went on to become the best-selling storybook in the sanctuary for a long time, a bestseller that lasted until the day of Maddock's death.

Vader paid a small price for this basically out-of-print storybook from an unknown ancestor.

It's a savage fairy tale, a story of hope for kids born into a fucking world.

Although that hope eventually died.

Along with Arreat Sacred Mountain.

"I just don't understand why people are never tolerant of mistakes, even if it's a good person."

Luke actually understood, but the throbbing in his heart made him unwilling to understand.

Perhaps hot blood can really effectively lower a person's IQ, and Luke is far from being a smart and calm person.

Jessica Jones may be worthy of pity, but few people are qualified to say forgive her.

Orac and Bul-Kelso gave her a chance to atone for her sins, if she survived.

She was not like Rumlow at the time, who needed the power of the proof of shame to wake up. She was only very sober, but lacked the courage to bear it.

And Rumlow was standing on the roof of the unfinished New Sescheron with an empty wine bottle and looking into the distance, while Tariq was sitting cross-legged beside him.

They haven't started training now, after all, training always seems boring.

The snow on the sacred mountain of Harlowgas gradually became smaller, and the climate could not always remain the same.

Tariq took out a bottle of wine from the piled building materials and placed it at Rumlow's feet.

He didn't tell Maddock all about the location of his collection, after all, he also needed some space of his own.

"Why, are you going to feel unfair like that idiot Luke?"

Tariq said so in a calm tone.

"I was thinking, what did you pay to make Burkasso give up and send me to die on the spot."

Rumlow looked at Jessica who was waving the ax perfunctorily, and spoke slowly.

"That's not something you should worry about right now."

Tariq inserted the Proof of Shame in his hand into the stones under his body. Although the new Sescheron was only half built, it already had a general shape.

Tariq motioned for Rumlow to grab the forearm-thick handle of the Proof of Shame.

"Do you know? Before I became a soul, I used this weapon to try to redeem many people, but in the end they failed to survive from Bulkeso's hands."

After looking at the handle of the Proof of Shame held by Rumlow, Tariq spoke slightly.

His age is not much different from that of Bulkelso, and the active years of the two basically coincide.

"Because they ended up choosing a dirty path anyway?"

Rumlow talked about his conjecture as if he had been prepared.

"Because they don't know who they are after the redemption is completed. However, when they find themselves, they bear more filth and filth in their madness."

Tariq told the ending of those guys without hesitation.

"Maybe one day I will face Bulkasso's weapon, but you have paid the price for me."

Rumlow tried to smoke the Token of Shame, but gave up after a few tries.

That legendary handle was still too heavy for him now, just like he couldn't open the door of that pickup truck.

"For those bastards, I owe Bulkelso hundreds of promises, half of which are for him to continue to trust me and the proof of shame."

When Rumlow heard Tariq's answer, the corners of his mouth twitched.

Hundreds of failures are definitely not a small number.

"If it were me, I might not trust you when you fail for the third time."

Rumlow said pretending to be relaxed.

"Before they died, they took away thousands of times their number of demons, just like what you did before."

Every one of those people whom Tariq gave the opportunity to wields a butcher knife at the devil at the beginning, making up for past mistakes in the constant fighting.

Then after the redemption, he loses his purpose and gradually goes mad in the emptiness.

When they find themselves, they are always completely crazy without exception.

"I once suspected that the Proof of Shame was a weapon made by Beale, because Bulkasso could restore the full appearance of this weapon, but even the strongest and burly warrior could not swing the complete form of this weapon smoothly."

As a weapon that can only be used by barbarians, the Proof of Shame already looks severed.

This strange power is exactly the same as the routine of the king of lies.

According to Burkesso, the specifications of the complete certificate of shame are hardly weapons that normal humans can use.

But that size is probably just about right for a hell lord.

"What about your legend?"

Rumlow doesn't care much about the future that hasn't happened yet. After all, it hasn't come yet, so there is no need to worry too much in advance.

Now he just wants to know what kind of power Talic's legend bestows.

"Cleave, my legend is on this weapon."

Tariq pointed to the evidence of shame beside him.

After being used by Talic, the Proof of Shame has been infected with his legendary power.

The Proof of Shame has truly changed into the shape of Tariq, and that power can make Cleave four times more powerful based on anger.

Tariq said with a blank face, as Tariq who was dubbed the defender, the ultimate legend is a skill that can damage a group of enemies at the same time.

This may be the reason why he always leans against the gate of the holy mountain and does not let any enemy pass by.

"If I bear the guilt again this time, I hope you can get rid of me personally."

Rumlow remembered the power that Bulkelso had shown when he wanted to kill him, and spoke to Taliq very frankly.

He doesn't care about ratios, nor is he afraid of the consequences of madness.

At least the current Rumlow has not completely solved all the problems, and those Hydras have never been something that can be easily dealt with.

"I have basically relieved myself of the responsibility of guarding the gate of the Holy Mountain. If there is such a day, I will."

Tariq's figure disappeared, and only a bottle of wine was left on the ground, slowly freezing in the cold wind of Harrogath.

The Holy Mountain shelters the soul and property of the barbarians, but that property needs to be buried in the land of the Holy Mountain.

If Rumlow didn't pick up the bottle again, the bottle would probably be frozen.

...

Tony was sitting there blankly, looking at Pepo in blank dismay.

If Pepo hadn't repeatedly emphasized that she didn't drink, Tony would feel that everything before was an illusion after he drank too much.

Absurd truths are always hard to swallow, aren't they?

After coping with the security team's inquiries perfunctorily, Tony sat motionless at the table.

His security team exists most of the time to isolate reporters, because basically no one will choose to attack him.

As the largest high-end arms supplier of the Stark Group, half of the people would not want to trouble him.

Everything that happened before impacted Tony's worldview in a short period of time. After all, magic, something contrary to his understanding, was still a bit stimulating.

Although Tony thinks that what Ancient One showed can also be achieved with technology, it is a strange system after all.

"I always feel that everything that happened today is a bit too mysterious."

Tony whispered, picked up the phone and dialed Peggy Carter.

When encountering some supernatural events, it is more appropriate to choose to leave it to professionals.

No matter how bad the professionals are, they can make some useful suggestions.

Although Stark Industries is very rich, Peggy Carter is obviously more trustworthy when facing these strange people.

"Hey, that Aunt Peggy, I have encountered some unusual things, can I find a professional to come to me?"

Tony had a rare respect when he spoke, and he also spoke in a questioning tone.

He usually asks others to do things in a commanding tone. After all, this person is his respected elder and a professional.

"I'll send people over as soon as possible."

Peggy Carter, who received Tony's call, thought for a while and immediately contacted her niece.

The blacksmith shop was not a completely unfamiliar place to her, both Dugan and Nick Fury mentioned this location more or less.

Steve even mentioned it a while back.

So Peggy Carter felt that it was better to deal with this matter a little more seriously, at least not to give any taken-for-granted advice over the phone.

In SHIELD now, only Sharon can make her trust, and Nick Fury doesn't trust him very much even if Peggy Carter is not injured.

Duggan was sent for treatment, not an easy thing to do with a broken leg.

Sharon Carter didn't have time to tell her everything that happened before.

SHIELD has confidentiality regulations, which Peggy Carter knows very well.

At this time, Peggy Carter was like an old lady who didn't know anything, lying peacefully on the bed waiting for sleep.

When people get old, sleepiness will be very light, and it will not come regularly.

As for the news of the death of the werewolf and the mummy, she hasn't heard of it yet, so her mental state is pretty good.

What happened before was temporarily suppressed by Tony in his heart. Whether it was the magical mage or the Winter Soldier who was mistakenly killed by him before, he couldn't let him express his emotions on his face for a long time.

As the largest shareholder of the Stark Group, if Tony doesn't even have this city government, how can there be a large group?

Although Obadiah's credit is indispensable, it does not mean that Tony knows nothing about this set.

In fact, Playboy is also a technical job, at least this shows that Tony is not the kind of technical person who has no social activities at all.

Just after Sharon Carter received the task from her aunt, she was rushing towards Bulkelso's blacksmith shop, while Tony was looking at the pickup forged by Bulkelso.

Sharon Carter didn't dare to talk to her aunt on the phone about everything that happened in S.H.I.E.L.D. Those things were a bit too exciting for an old man.

When Tony was going outside the house to change the air, he saw three cars smashed into a pool in front of the door, and then became a little interested in the undamaged pickup.

Then that little bit of interest turned into curiosity, so now he's circling pickups.

His car is definitely the best in the world, but he didn't even leave a scratch on the pickup truck after the collision.

This car is definitely different, and Tony made the judgment in the first place.

Whether it is the difference in materials or technology, Tony will have a strong curiosity.

As the source of productivity of a technology company, Tony is always curious about all new things.

Perhaps it was curiosity that suppressed all the fluctuations in his heart. At this time, all his attention was focused on his eyes, and even Pepo beside him was unintentionally ignored.

But this situation may be a good thing for him, at least he doesn't have to focus on the previous changes.

If it wasn't for the splash of plasma on the pickup truck that made the playboy a little sick, he might have gotten in through the car window to study it.

The entire car has traces that are different from modern industrial manufacturing. It is said that the decoration on the front cover and the body of the car is integrated, which surprised Tony.

No matter what kind of company it is, it will not use this method of increasing costs to make decorations. If it is an industrial creation, this method that requires a separate instrument is not very affordable.

Not to mention that there are no controllable clean energy vehicles in this era, and how strange it is for a car without an exhaust pipe.

"Can this car really drive?"

Tony had already circled the pickup truck, and finally decided to get in through the car window to take a look.

He had already seen a series of unimaginable things, so one more didn't seem like a problem.

Pepo wanted to grab Tony, because the blood and meat sauce on the pickup made her a little uneasy.

Pepo saw the checkbook dropped on the seat through the car window. It was something Tony carried with him, and she was of course familiar with it.

"I think it's better to wait a little bit, it's weird everywhere."

Pepo tried to stop Tony's reckless behavior, although she knew how powerless she was in the face of Tony's curiosity.

The ten thousand words are completed.

Thanks to book friend Xuan_Min for the 2000 point coins.

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