A banquet with only three people was held.
Ancient One and Bulcaisel were still the same as before, walking among the snow on the holy mountain of Harrogath wearing thin clothes.
And poor Gil was wrapped like a ball at this time. Even so, he could still feel the cold surrounding him.
"Gil, the day you become a warrior, you will walk from here to the Temple of the Elders, shirtless, carrying a small hand ax and a broken wooden buckler, and then accept the test of your ancestors!"
"Although those ferocious beasts can no longer be found in the mountains now, for your body it may be enough to do this."
Bulqueso's words sounded quite exaggerated, and there was a heartfelt smile on Zhang's majestic face, so Jill didn't believe it.
He thought this was a lie by adults, just to amuse him and have fun.
"I can definitely do it, don't underestimate me!"
In order to prevent Bulkeso from achieving his "evil" purpose, Jill swore loudly!
There are countless souls of ancestors wandering on the holy mountain of Harrogath. Most of the time, they do not communicate with people or show their presence.
But when they heard such a "weak" child respond loudly to the next immortal king they recognized, they still couldn't hold back their curiosity and showed up.
When Gil appeared on the sacred mountain of Harrogath, all the ancestors felt that this child was weak compared to the barbarians, as if he was about to die of illness.
But after hearing his declaration, which brave barbarian wouldn't want to take a look at this brave child?
Okay, that's an interesting misunderstanding, but that's not something a straight-faced savage cares about.
"Bulkasso, where did you find such a courageous child? When he takes the test, let me be his examiner! I have defeated the tough guy like the Plague King, let him enter my secret realm.
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An ancestor jumped out and shouted loudly to Bulkesso.
This volume is considered hoarse even for barbarians who are used to loud voices.
The loud noise frightened Gil, and he almost fell to the ground and rolled out like a ball.
"Madoc! Don't make it sound like it's difficult to defeat the King of Plague. I chopped the choker into pieces in just a few strokes. It's a waste to give you this good seedling. Do you want him to learn from you, just for the sake of a child?"
Are you going to die alone in an unknown corner without knowing the source of the sound?"
Another ancestor jumped out and began to fight for the power of Gil's inheritance, even mentioning Madoc's pain points to attack the opponent.
"Anbo! You have been dead for who knows how many years! Your methods are already outdated!"
"Ha! You will lose all your weapons of glory. Didn't you see those little guys holding 'Madoc's Sorrow'?"
As for the other ancestors, their interest in Gil has been suppressed by the quarrel between Madoc and Amber.
After all, what soul in this place doesn’t have some glorious past?
Even the most numerous of these souls are barbarians whose names have not been passed down. For them, it seems more important to tell the jokes of Madoc and Amber.
They basically gave up the idea of competing for this brave heir. The best warrior will naturally inherit the best inheritance.
Most of these barbarian ancestors thought so.
Only then did Gil truly realize that the exaggerated test method Bulqueso mentioned before was not a joke.
As soon as his feet became weak, he slipped and fell to the ground. At the same time, he felt a chill in his heart.
But thinking of the scene of the battle between Bulcasso and Death, he felt a strong impulse in his heart for the first time. This time, he didn't want to become stronger for others, or for revenge.
He wanted to gain strength from the bottom of his heart, and wanted to be the barbarian warrior who dared to grab a weapon and slash with all his strength no matter what he faced.
What he pursues may not be strength, but fearless bravery.
"These souls seem different from ghosts?"
Looking at the ancestors who suddenly appeared, Ancient One asked Bulcasso curiously.
"The holy mountain of Harrogas protects the barbarians. The souls of the barbarians will not be destroyed, nor will they leave the holy mountain. Except for those three special beings."
Bulcaisuo answered Ancient One with that hearty smile.
Souls are not indestructible products in the world of Diablo, but only the barbarian ancestors on the sacred mountain of Harrogath are special.
Their experience and will will be passed down.
"Bulkasso, those funny guys have been in the mountains for several days, what should we do with them?"
One of the ancestors said to Bulcaisuo, and his expression seemed to have great dissatisfaction with these agents who came unpretentiously.
"What's wrong? What else can those guys find on the mountain that they shouldn't see?"
Bulcaisuo responded to the ancestor with a boring tone.
"Mainly, their exploration methods started to go a little too far."
After hearing these words, Bulcaisuo devoted his mind to the holy mountain of Harrogas, and looked at the team of agents with the help of the ancestors' sight.
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"Captain! There is nothing on this damn mountain. We have been here for several days and there is no way to even climb to the top of the mountain!"
An agent wearing thick clothes said to Rumlow, who was walking at the front, and kicked away a stone buried in the snow.
This was the first time he had kicked this rock away. Ever since they climbed this weird mountain, it seemed like they were going in circles every day.
But I can't find any trace of where I've been.
Even if it left a mark on the original place, after turning around, it seemed that it was back to the original place, but the mark left disappeared.
After these guys arrived at the Holy Mountain of Harogas, they moved towards the top of the mountain every day, but they couldn't get even one step closer to the top of the mountain.
Even with high-tech positioning devices, they can only see that their position remains in place.
If it weren't for the physical fatigue, they would all begin to wonder if they had fallen into a dream.
"Are you trying to say whether it's time for us to go back?"
Rumlow looked at the partner who asked the question, with anger in his eyes.
If you want to say who is under the most pressure these days, who else can it be besides Rumlow who leads the team?
From the day they arrived, this mountain gave these battle-hardened agents a strong sense of frustration. It was such a bad feeling that they were moving towards their goal, but everything told them that their efforts were in vain.
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Even though these guys have seen countless supernatural events, something like this is still unheard of.
"Are we going back in despair like this? We haven't seen any danger at all these days. Do you mean to go back like this!?"
Brock Rumlow, known as Crossbones, is one of the best front-line combatants in SHIELD. Although he is not the kind of reckless guy, his patience is also being worn away in this endless white snow.
It's completely clean.
"Captain, I mean do you want to seek support from the headquarters?"
The team member, who was made nervous by Rumlow's roar, was a little timid as he spoke.
You must know that Rumlow has always had a bad temper, and this poor member did not want to attract a lot of abuse.
Every ground in the Holy Mountain of Harrogath has been stained with the flesh and blood of demons. Those who are not honest enough will only be turned away when they come here.
After all, how can a guy who can't even face himself be called brave?
This chapter has been completed!