Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Well, those guys haven't given up yet?"

Burkeseau shouted loudly with a look of sudden excitement.

Gu Yi looked at Bourkesso, who was expressing excitement, thoughtfully.

She couldn't say she was unfamiliar with the pair of secret agents.

In the timelines she'd observed, these guys weren't the little characters who didn't have to.

"Uncle, how long will they quarrel?"

Jill stood up from the snow with some effort, and tugged at the hem of Bulkessel's clothes.

A somewhat immature hand was pointing at Amber and Maddock who were arguing.

"Probably will argue until the day when you actually embark on the road of trial."

Burkeseau stretched out his hand and folded it over Jill's head, with a hearty smile on his face.

What I saw today was something that Bourkesso had never experienced back then.

At that time, he was just the most inconspicuous one among the barbarians. He had neither the title of genius nor the decisive character.

Naturally, he failed to make these ancestors argue for his existence.

At that time, only Sonya was the only barbarian who could arouse the scramble among the ancestor spirits.

She is an out-and-out genius, and she can master all combat skills in a very short period of time.

The resolute and brave Sonya is the most dazzling one even if she has searched all the savages that exist in the world.

Apart from some arrogance in his character, he has no flaws.

But what about arrogance?

When facing the devil, no matter how bad the attitude is, it is natural, the devil is not worthy of respect!

Jill looked at the ancestors who were watching the fun with a search in his eyes.

For him, these illusory souls are undoubtedly new enough.

"That's still a few years away, and now I just want to eat the barbarian-style barbecue you mentioned earlier."

Jill stood up straight, tried his best to resemble the posture of those shirtless barbarian ancestors, and shouted loudly.

"Good boy, it sounds like a barbarian!"

Such a voice came out of the group of ancestors, and then there was a lot of laughter with good intentions.

After witnessing the battle between Bulkesso and Malthael, these ancestors also had an understanding of 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 fierce battles, they don't have to endure the never-ending 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 wandered outside could probably continue the legend of barbarians.

"Then let's start our banquet preparations."

Burkeseau unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his sturdy physique full of scars.

He began to take out the armors that had accompanied him for countless years from his backpack and put them on one by one.

The existence of armor is the most reliable partner for barbarians.

On the hideous armor, there was a dark red light in every gap.

That is the mark left by the blood of the demons gradually infiltrating into the metal.

Jill looked at the armor that Bourkessel was wearing, and his eyes were full of yearning.

Barbarians certainly love armor, but they rarely focus on forging it.

Because only the armor that inherits the glory can make them feel comfortable. Otherwise, it's like being packed in a tin can.

According to Maddock, the armor without glory made him unable to better feel the burning pleasure of the blood splashed by the devil on his body.

Even after becoming the strongest barbarian, Bulkasso doesn't like the feeling of wearing armor, and he doesn't need the gift from his ancestor's glory. After all the combat skills are integrated, the armor will be The only thing left is to increase his defense.

But he still put the armor on his body seriously.

What they are about to do is to carry out the traditional ritual of the barbarians. This inherited armor is one of the symbols of barbarian glory.

The name of the armor suit is "Ninety Barbarians".

This is the army of the most powerful barbarians, who are able to shun all demons wherever they go, and make the Helllord tremble upon hearing their name.

Although they have disappeared in the long river of history, the original ninety barbarian suit is still left.

Wearing this armor represents the inheritance of the barbarian's glory.

When Bulkessel becomes the third immortal king, his usual battle armor will also become a symbol of glorious inheritance.

Although he was always naked and wielding his knives on the battlefield of hell, he still wore skirt armor and combat boots.

To the extent that the barbarians after him can only go shirtless and initiate a ritual.

"Burgessor!"

After Burkessel put on his armor, the barbarian ancestors stopped arguing, looking at the majestic and somewhat terrifying king of the barbarians, shouting the name of Burkesso loudly!

The festival has begun!

"I, Maddock!"

The body of the ancestor of Maddock appeared in front of Bourkesso, and the weapon in his hand was the heavy weapon with an elongated axe blade, Maddock's sorrow.

"The most wonderful opening for savage glory!"

Maddock's voice suppressed the cries of the ancestor spirits, and the huge cries spread throughout every corner of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

After speaking, Maddock's body solidified and appeared there.

The huge weapon swept towards Bulkesuo's waist!

Bulkasso had already held the two legends of Oathkeeper and Azure Rage in his hands, and he was staggered like scissors, blocking the path of the giant axe.

A huge metal collision sounded, and the curtain of the festival was opened!

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"Head, did you hear that shout?"

An agent timidly shouted at Rumlow.

The cries of the barbarians before, of course, reached their ears.

"I'm not deaf!"

Rumlow looked at the top of the mountain where the voice came from, with deep eyes.

In the barbarian's full of fanatical cries, their bodies began to tremble involuntarily.

"Should we contact the headquarters?"

Rumlow ignored the subordinate's question this time, looking at the top of the mountain with a pair of gloomy tricks, wondering what he was thinking.

"Up the mountain! Go in the direction of the voice!"

After Rumlow said these words, he took the lead.

Rumlow, who heard the barbarian's voice, thought he had found a way forward. No matter what, he had to figure out what caused this mountain to appear here.

Not for S.H.I.E.L.D., but for the Hydra in his heart that he must never forget!

The sudden appearance of a mountain suspected to come from another world is full of temptation for Hydra, they want the truth!

Perhaps it was a fate. Just when Rumlow made up his mind to move in the direction from which the barbarian roar came, 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 will back down when facing the barbarians. Who would dare to face the rage of the barbarians?