Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Asgard, I seem to have heard of it somewhere."

Jill was holding a collection of Nordic stories and asked Bulkesso, and got a thoughtful answer from Bulkesso.

The constant beating sound of the blacksmith shop became the melody of this moment.

"It says that Thor has a magical hammer that can control thunder and lightning."

Jill flipped through the storybook in her hand, and read to Bourkesso with some anticipation.

"Oh, I have something like this here too."

Burkeseau's response seemed a bit perfunctory.

He has long forged this kind of weapon that can control lightning.

Son of Odin, the name of this legendary weapon.

Although he has long forgotten who Odin is, this does not prevent him from questioning how this guy named Odin gave birth to a hammer.

Myths are not very interesting for Bourkesso.

After all, he used to get up on time every day to meet with an archangel, and then he was busy from morning to night, and the demons had to kill a group every time they met to enjoy themselves.

When you are tired, find a place to sleep directly. Before going to bed, you will definitely drink a few sips of strong wine, then scan the surrounding environment, and never leave the demon in front of you to solve the next day.

Even the most experienced physicians commented that he was healthy after seeing Bourkesso.

For him, myths are no different from everyday life.

The hammer with the sound of thunder all the time was thrown into the corner after being used by him for a while.

The added power of this weapon is really too weak.

Jill was a little lost, and his lost willingness was not because Bourkesso said these things were very common, but because his sharing was not taken seriously.

"If you like this kind of weapon, after you become a great warrior, I can forge one for you to play with."

Burkesso continued to forge calmly.

Although he generally doesn't care much about the legendary power endowed on legendary equipment, most of this power represents some kind of rule.

The existence of the material Breath of Death is just to give the material a chance to bear the rules.

Otherwise, why does this material only appear from those "powerful" demons?

Demons themselves are the rules of hell, and their death embodies part of the rules.

During the rare vacation, Jill wanted to find something to do. After all, it was too boring to always appear between the school and the blacksmith shop.

"Oh oh oh! This place is amazing!"

A languid voice sounded, with some babbling in a daze.

A guy with a haggard face stepped into the door of the blacksmith shop.

"There seems to be something extraordinary here, but it's really exciting!"

This guy was talking on his own, as if there were no barriers at all.

Jill put away the storybook in his hand and hurried to the other side of the table to keep a distance from this guy.

A pair of eyes stared straight at this guy who suddenly appeared, a little curious.

A mess of hair and stubble, a smudged shirt with several buttons unbuttoned, and a crooked tie hanging around his neck.

These characteristics can only show that this guy is a slovenly existence.

Bourkesso is still forging, and has no interest in this new guy.

"What, child? My appearance surprises you?"

The guy greeted Jill with a smile.

"What did I see, what a strong body! It's amazing!"

When this guy looked at Bourkesso, he exclaimed insincerely in a somewhat deliberate tone.

Bourkesso finally stopped forging and threw the material on the iron felt back into the furnace.

"Scum."

These two words are what Bourkesso made of this guy.

Contaminated with the breath of some demons, it seems to have the shadow of the existence of angels.

But that unrestricted atmosphere made Burkesso a little unhappy.

Although the sin and justice entangled in this guy have long been intertwined, Bourkesso is still unwilling to face him with the attitude of treating normal people.

If it weren't for the breath of life that was about to disappear from this guy's body, Bulkesso wouldn't even mind throwing this guy out directly.

"Is it too much to call me that?"

After this guy heard Bulkesso's muffled voice, he didn't mean to be angry at all, but responded to Bulkesso with a hippie smile.

It seems that for this guy, dignity is not something worth paying attention to at all.

"A guy who is stained with heaven and hell, and is covered in sin, doesn't even deserve to breathe!"

The hammer in Burkeseau's hand fell heavily on the iron felt, and he turned and walked towards the disgusting bastard.

This mixed smell is like perfume sprayed on a rotting garbage heap, and it has no meaning other than that it is more disgusting.

As if to cooperate with Bourkesso's words, the guy coughed violently, then took out a squeezed and twisted cigarette from his pocket and put it on his mouth.

"Man, can I borrow a fire from you?"

After the guy stopped coughing, he immediately pointed to the burning stove with his chin, facing Bourkesso without any fear.

After all, for a guy with a short life, UU reading www.uukanshu.com seems to have nothing to be afraid of.

Bourkesso walked in front of this guy, his white beard trembling with his movements.

"Idiot, you'd better get out of here before I get angry."

Although the atmosphere of **** in this world is far from the other side, it seems that there are not many powerful and righteous angels worthy of respect in heaven.

Burkeseau still tried his best to restrain himself from acting faster than his thoughts.

This guy is even more annoying than the ruffian.

"Don't be so hostile, man. I feel like you guys need my help, that's why I'm here."

This guy took out a lighter from his pocket and tried repeatedly to ignite the flame.

"I think I still have to borrow a fire."

This guy raised his chin towards Bourkesso again.

In exchange, Bulkesso grabbed the guy's collar and threw it far away.

Burkeseau still couldn't bear this guy's mortals, so he gave him a ride.

Most of the time, complex breaths represent complex people, but the stench that comes from sin will not disappear even if one is washed with spring water from high heaven.

On the other hand, the light in the sludge will not be completely covered up.

It's better to stay away from this kind of chaotic guy, otherwise it will be a series of troubles that will only make people sick.

Although this guy is annoying, there is no need to send him to death, this guy's body can't support it for long.

"Cough! This is my business card, you seem to need some professional help!"

The guy lay on the ground, took out a crumpled card and held it up high.

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