Dark Savages Come To the United States

Just before Rumlow began his treatment, he was also audited for forced water supplies.

Perhaps it was the things that had awakened him before, or the magical power of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, and he passed the examination while maintaining a clear consciousness and restraint.

Just as he began his treatment, Bourkeseau was taking Jill to the New York Sanctuary.

In that place, Gu Yi had already brought a cow, and even the apprentices of the mage had mastered the corresponding professional skills.

Now is the time for Bourkesso to bring a transformation to that cow, and this is the first step in changing Jill's physique.

At least she can't let Jill still look thin when she grows up, so she's not barbaric at all.

"Uncle, what is the use of this ring?"

Jill raised her right hand with the ring in front of her eyes and looked at the ring that no longer shines.

When these legendary equipment are used, they don't sparkle.

Otherwise, a guy who shines with all kinds of lights on the battlefield will only attract more enemies, although the barbarians may be ecstatic about it.

But unfortunately, as long as these equipments are worn on the body, they will be no different from ordinary things.

Unless someone can identify them through the shape of the equipment, it is impossible to see how powerful these equipments are.

"Can protect you."

Burkeseau said casually.

He hadn't worn a ring on his hand for a long time. This time, in order to protect Jill's safety, he had to wear the unity ring that had been abandoned in the warehouse for a long time.

This long absence made him a little uncomfortable.

"The New York Sanctuary is in front. I think the mages in it probably know me."

Bourcasso led Jill into the building shrouded in energy, and Jill knocked on the door before he used the barbarian way of opening the door.

"Wait a minute! It's busy here!"

There was a panting voice inside, and it sounded like he was doing some physical work.

Burkeseau could even hear the low, stubborn roar of the cow.

"Looks like your milk supplier has come."

When Jill heard Bourkesso's words, he began to imagine the image of the cow he was familiar with in his head.

But, having received a happy education, the only image he can think of is a cartoon picture with a big head.

With a creaking sound, the door opened to a gap, and a middle-aged and slightly fat man with an overly rounded head emerged.

"Sorry, it's a little chaotic right now, and Mike is making a fuss about leaving."

Speaking of which, someone seemed to have squeezed the door heavily, and stuck the poor mage's neck on the door. In just an instant, his face turned red.

"Let me do it."

Bourkesso got his palm lightly against the door, and opened the door with a little force.

He didn't feel any resistance. Perhaps to a barbarian, the power of a bull is nothing.

Bourkessel rescued the poor mage from the crack of the door and took Jill into the sanctuary.

"I haven't thanked you yet."

The Master was holding a hemp rope in his hand and said with some embarrassment, and the other end of the hemp rope was tied to the cow's nose ring, and he tugged it with some uneasiness.

"My name is King Chris, you can call me King. It was just arranged by the Supreme Master to the New York Sanctuary. I have already heard the teacher talk about you."

The ox held by Wang Tuo's hand took two steps in the other direction with some unease, dragging the poor mage to a stagger.

"It seems that you are not only a mage, but also have a lot of fighting skills."

Burkeseau took a look at the mage named King, and saw some signs of long-term training from his slightly bloated figure.

"Ah, I not only learned magic from my teacher, but also learned some martial arts."

Wang looked at Bourkesso's complexion and then said, "It's just kung fu, um, I'll give you an empty stomach."

His explanations are unnecessary, after all, Burkeseau is not here for these.

"So this cow is the one that was specially prepared?"

Burkeseau walked to the cow, who was not very quiet, and the cow became quiet.

Legend has it that the ancestors of barbarians and druids are brothers, so for ordinary animals, barbarians are worth getting close to.

The cow made a long moo sound as a greeting.

"Then, let's make it smarter."

Saying that, Bourkesso took out a broken-looking crock pot from his backpack and placed it in front of the cow.

This jar was picked up from the ground when he was in heaven. After he sprinkled the white ashes on the ground, he brought the jar to hold water.

He didn't know why there were such strange jars everywhere in the high heaven. Just when he put the jar into the spring, Impris charged him with the steel fork-like weapon.

As for the other angels, no one dared to approach Bourkesso, who was always covered in blood, and told him that the purpose of those jars was to hold the ashes collected after the death of the noble.

Even if Bourkesso found out about it, he wouldn't care. He wouldn't drink this kind of spring anyway.

The cow almost instinctively felt the power in the pot before him~www.NovelMTL.com~ and couldn't wait to put his head into the pot.

I could see the cow's ears that were still outside shaking happily.

Wang and Jill were dumbfounded as they watched the cows begin to emit golden rays of light.

"Is that pot a powerful magic weapon? I can feel the mixture of sacred and noble."

Wang murmured to himself that the power emanating from that cow was almost comparable to the power within him.

"It's been in heaven for so many years. According to your standards, it should be called a powerful magic weapon."

Bourkesso looked at the changes of the cow and nodded slightly.

"Then let's start collecting now. This child needs nutrition."

Burkeseau didn't want to go any further.

As for how much they can collect, it is up to the mages. As long as they can provide Jill with the amount he needs every day, the excess should be the wages paid to the workers.

Wang's eyes were still focused on the broken pot, but he still walked over to the cow and started to use his newly learned technique.

Jill tugged at Bourkessel's arm:

"Uncle, can I take a look around here?"

Upon hearing the words, Bourkessel just put his eyes on the king who was working, and the king agreed without waiting for him to speak.

There are about 40 or 50 resident mages in the New York Sanctuary. These people have received news from the ancient one a few days ago. For Bulkesso and Jill, they just think they don't exist.

And the existence of the king is to constrain these mages, who were originally the favored sons of heaven, not to do rude things.

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