"Why do you think I would tell you this if you asked?"
Vorusk was unprepared to have those dirty things hit his face, and looked at Madoc with twinkling eyes.
There is no wavering or concession in the majestic and mighty body.
Perhaps in Warusk's eyes, there is nothing worth making concessions to.
“Tsk, the great Immortal King failed to do it twice when he appeared on the battlefield. Why do you think I am afraid of your power?”
Madoc said loudly.
With a casual ax, he smashed a piece of demon into pieces.
Madoc did not turn around to observe Warusk's appearance, he did not care about these things.
What will happen even if Volusk is offended?
Beat to death on the Holy Mountain?
Or will Volusk banish Mardoc from the sacred mountain of Harrogath in the name of the Immortal King?
Do not make jokes!
Three Ancestors were the gatekeepers chosen by the first generation of Bulcaisu. This is not something that Volusk can change.
“Madoc, shut up! Now concentrate on cleaning the outside of the Holy Mountain!”
Talik couldn't help but make a sound.
Of course it’s not for any reason like “you can’t offend Volusk”.
No savage is afraid of anything easily.
He just feels that it is more important to concentrate on fighting now.
“A boring question.”
Worusk's expression was a little gloomy.
But under the cover of the devil's plasma, the subtle loss in his expression was not discovered.
At that time, Volusk did not watch everything lead to the worst ending. It was just that an immortal king who was already a ghost could not be distracted in other places while blocking Rathma.
Worusk said nothing and walked silently on the battlefield.
The iron boots stepped on the blood mixed with the snow, and every step was not smooth.
Plasma mixed with mud stuck to his boots, and a long thread would be pulled out with every step.
There is no earthy fragrance in the fishy stench, and there is no natural power.
That battle that felt like being crushed was a past event that was difficult to recall in Warusk's mind.
How can Volusk, whose life was saved by the explosion of the World Stone, be so proud of this?
“What is our task now?”
Kelik trampled a large piece of demon into pieces with his foot on the ground. His body was covered with flesh and blood and he spoke with his mouth open.
Then he casually talked about a piece of demon flesh and blood spitting out of his mouth, his eyes a little wandering.
“Do you think there will be other tasks for guarding the gate? Kolik, it’s enough to stop these bastards in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain now!”
Talik waved the heavy sword in his hand, used bursts of storms to clear away the splattered flesh and blood, and then said to Korik:
“Let Calgar do the counterattack. It’s enough for us to just hold on here.”
“Then why did Warusk come here? Just to watch us grind those scum into pieces?”
Madoc glanced at Warusk who was walking a little further away and asked.
Three Ancestors will not understand what Volusk wants to do.
This secret realm is different!
Jotun Kule's intervention, and the Archangel and Demon God personally ended up.
Will there be other things in it?
Worusk needs to see with his own eyes and fulfill his responsibilities as a witness and referee.
Just a battle, a battle that opened scars in the hearts of countless ancestors.
…
“Ancestor Orak, do you want to take us to fight?”
Jessica looked at the burly figure in front of her and asked hesitantly.
Orak was not an ancestor who died in this battle, he was much older.
This is not his battlefield, let alone his obsession.
Even though this battle is equally painful and sad.
Jessica looked at Orak in front of her and felt that this ancestor who had always been gentle to her like an elder had become a little cold.
This made Jessica a little uneasy.
“No, I’m just responsible for protecting the safety of you two.”
Olac closed his eyes and said this.
There was no frown on his face, but his hand holding the God of War's blade was tightly clenched.
He didn't want to see even a single scene of this battle, because he was afraid that he would not be able to hold back his anger and rush towards the archangel and the two demons.
Death in battle is the best destination for a soldier, but victory is the ultimate glory!
Orak's death brought the glory of victory and the continuation of the barbarian race.
He did not complain.
But what can victory in this battle bring?
Those ancestors who participated in the war will feel even more sad about the tragedy of the past after the battle is over.
All responsibility will fall on Bulkesso.
This is not fair.
For warriors, this is not fair at all!
And warrior?
He didn’t see the scene he wanted to see. Can a group of guys who look like tourists be called warriors?
“So, where should we start fighting?”
Luke asked with some confusion.
Luke felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere, but he had no other better way to do it than asking questions like it was stupid.
Jessica held his hand and looked calm.
There is no hint of nervousness at all.
Burkeso said that the ancestors would protect their lives.
This fight without death relaxed her nerves.
Madoc had no intention of leading Luke into battle.
Luke is not the guy who guards the gates of the Holy Mountain!
Being a gatekeeper is an honorable position, which is recognized by the first generation ancestors!
And Luke still fell far short.
“Start in the direction where you can see the devil, and then try to survive the battle.”
Aurac said casually.
His direction was towards the two guys not far away.
Abomination and Purple Man.
It is also his task to guard these two guys who have a little bit of Diavolo's aura.
This is somewhat overkill, and the God of War Orak can bring more powerful help on the battlefield.
But Orak's voice has been spent in the battle to turn the tide, and it has not yet reached the most dangerous moment.
“Let’s go! Luke!”
Jessica grabbed Luke's hand and walked towards the towering tower.
That was a relatively safe place on the battlefield, and the new recruits stood on the guard tower under the arrangement of the old general Qualkek.
Whether it's throwing axes or shooting arrows, it's up to them.
If you feel that your actions are worthless, then it doesn't matter if you charge into the frontal battlefield.
This is not their battle, the new recruits are just here for sightseeing.
The balance of victory and defeat is never in their hands.
Jessica didn't notice Orac's disappointment, or in other words, when Orac chose to close his eyes motionlessly, Jessica couldn't feel the hungry emotion of the God of War.
“Ancestor, when will I be qualified to inherit the responsibility of the Big Bear Tribe?”
Jessica shouted without looking back.
Orac did not answer her.
The Big Bear Tribe is finished, over! The last living pure Big Bear Tribe barbarian has died.
Jessica wants to inherit this responsibility?
At least after she understands what fighting is.
Drinking the smelly blood of the demon in his mouth, after chewing the stone-like limbs of the Earth-beating Demon to satisfy his hunger!
His skin was torn apart by countless sharp claws during the battle, and the wounds on his body that could not be healed were piled on top of one another!
Be prepared for death in every battle, and know clearly that you will become the devil's food after every hit!
The moment when there is no chance of victory, but still able to put the weapon into the mouths of those scum with the greatest strength without hesitation, that is the birth of a warrior!
Olac is very harsh on warriors. Jessica considers herself a warrior, but obviously she is not yet!
“Let’s go, fighting is not about escaping.”
Luke said as he tugged at Jessica.
There is no need to wait any longer, the ancestors are already ready to go!
Those old guys were all well organized and were waiting for the repulse horn to sound.
“The devil is never tireless, and neither are we.”
Olac watched the two young barbarians walking towards the front line and spoke slowly.
Time is the most ruthless.
Hide everything away.
It was as if Orak had sworn to remember that child forever, and now he couldn't even remember the child's face.
“I’m going to rush in and have a good fight, old bear! Are you ready to witness the sharp claws of the cub?”
Barnar said casually, holding a heavy knife that was easy to chop.
Lao Xiong was his name for Orak. This moment was like the last time the two ancestors met while they were alive.
Banaar will always stand behind Orak!
Whether it is a position or a concept.
The Berserker Balnar will always put the will of the God of War before his own!
In the incomplete rage of the Berserker, Orak's voice and will were his only faith.
“You are not a little bear anymore, just do what you want to do. Banal.”
Olac didn’t make the slightest move, he just spoke softly.
He was afraid that once his body started to move, he would put aside all worries and rush to the front line.
Whether it is taking care of two inexplicable homes or taking care of the lives of young people.
This is not what he wants.
It's just that Orak needs this job.
Soldiers will not always fight under protection. On the battlefield, no one can be trusted except their comrades who are fighting together.
This is what Orak wanted to tell the new recruits.
“The glory of the Great Bear, in the name of the savages of the Great Bear tribe.”
Barnar stretched out his fist and placed it in front of Orak.
Barnar prepared for the worst.
He has always been like this.
Fight until death, fight until the berserker who has lost his mind can no longer wield the weapon in his hand!
Fight until even the teeth that can bite the enemy to death fall off, and the nails are blown off!
“Go, Banal, I hope there will be a place for us to meet after the soul dies.”
Orak said softly.
This is a revenge and a fight for the future!
Vorusk goes to find the one who has been hiding for a long time, and these ancestors who cannot wield weapons against demons and angels will be prepared to sacrifice everything.
Make that guy pay the price!
“I still find it hard to believe that Rasma could affect the soul of that person.”
Barnar said nonchalantly, and then left here.
“This is what Volusk said. That noble guy was even more powerful than Volusk when he was alive.”
Orak said this.
He didn't know if Banal could hear this, but it didn't matter.
This sentence was what he said to himself.
The God of War will appear on the toughest battlefields and turn the tide! Just like he did when he was alive.
“A fight to the death or a fight for survival?”
“Cassius, you should be in Calgar’s group.”
Orac said this to Cassius who suddenly appeared.
This reckless guy died in this war.
He shouldn't be here.
“Do you know about the death of Leoric’s rampant Skeleton King? If you had known, you would not have said such a thing.”
Cassius said with a look of contempt and mockery on his face:
“It’s really sad to die again and again. But that guy can finally rest in peace.”
"Sacrifice, I thought you were used to it."
Orak opened his eyes, and the blazing anger in his eyes had replaced his eyeballs.
There are only two groups of burning flames burning in the empty eye sockets.
"The barbarians never let others die earlier than us, Orak! Before I die, I never let the young relatives of the tribe die before me!"
Cassius said with some pride.
The leader of the Big Bear tribe in another era.
The chief after Kotur!
It is always like this in the Big Bear tribe. The chief is always the first to die on the battlefield.
It’s like lining up in a queue, waiting for death one by one.
The strong men of the Big Bear Tribe have long made plans to become chiefs, which is to write their names in the front row of the Death Notebook!
“I didn’t do this, are you here to question me?”
Orak's body stood on the spot like a sculpture, and the flaming eyes in his eyes broke away from their restraints, flowing down from Orak's face like water.
Then he lit up the Ares Blade!
“I’m just telling you, this time it’s still the same as before. The young people who are alive are the future. The young people who are dead will only be sad tears!”
Cassius said this, and pointed his arm at Jessica, who had just climbed up the guard tower.
Olac didn’t like Jessica that much, and the inheritance at that time was more of a helpless choice.
Olac treats Jessica tenderly, but that is not the attitude towards an heir!
Only harsher treatment can give soldiers a greater chance of survival.
“She is the only barbarian in the Great Bear Tribe!”
Cassius looked at Orak in front of him and said this.
Natasha inherited his fighting style from Cassius, but Natasha is a barbarian, not a barbarian from the Great Bear Tribe.
Even though the status of the tribe is lower than that of the group, it is still noble!
“Then what? You need my guidance even where to fight. Such a warrior is not worthy of inheriting the glory of the Big Bear!”
The God of War's Blade in Orak's hand was burning in the flames, with bursts of brilliance flashing continuously.
“Do you only think of her as your toy? Or does Orac, the God of War, need an obedient rag doll to make up for his guilt for that child!?”
Cassius walked up to Orac and roared in Orac's face.
Anger is visible to the naked eye.
Cassius’s will to protect his people has never wavered!
Same as when he was alive!
He will find his enemies for the sake of the death of his people in battle!
He will hunt down and kill the wolves because the lambs in the tribe have been stolen by the wolves!
Everything in the tribe is the target of his protection!
Use his own strength and the enemy's fear of him as the protective umbrella of the Big Bear Tribe!
This is the will of Cassius as chief!
“If you want to do this, take care of her life yourself!”
Olac looked at Cassius with an angry face in front of him and said calmly.
Olac had no intention of saving Jessica's life from the battle in the first place!
He is the God of War, the one who treats warriors the most harshly.
Save the weak tribesmen?
Of course! This is the chief’s responsibility!
Just rescuing an immature warrior?
The God of War wouldn’t do that!
Orac, known as the God of War, has no mercy at all when facing war!
His kindness, which always shouted "Fighters must die in battle," was always towards those tribesmen who were unable to fight.
Unqualified warriors will be eliminated naturally, and Orak will not save them again and again.
"You and I both know what this battle means to Bulcaisuo! I will not put down my responsibilities and do the work that should be yours."
Cassius rubbed his belt and swung his braided beard.
He knew that he could not make Orak change his mind.
“Then shut up! My decision is not something you can question!”
Orak's body began to be burned with anger!
This is the wrath of Orak, the wrath of death!
What is the purpose of fighting?
For Orak, the purpose of fighting is to bring death!
Whether it’s the opponent’s or his death!
The coldest ancestor on the holy mountain!
The ancestor who treated warriors the most harshly on the Holy Mountain!
The ancestor who is the most fanatical about fighting on the Holy Mountain!
For the meticulous tenderness of the clan, the ancestors who are cold to the soldiers will only ignore the death of death!
Olac the God of War!
The legendary founder of the Big Bear Tribe!
My heart is filled with fear, but I turn the fear into fuel to keep fighting!
In the face of battle, cold anger, anger that can burn yourself!
This is the true face of Orak, the God of War!
“But I can change your approach, and I can change this outcome!”
Cassius grabbed his beard and said with tough eyes!
“Barbarians never change the will of others!”
“So I will only change the result you selected!”
Cassius and Orac confront each other.
The hammer he had cherished when he was young appeared in his free hand.
Molten fire and flying slag!
Facing the Blade of the God of War, Cassius's fists were unable to withstand the sharp edge.
Even if he could continue his life and existence by ignoring the pain, his arm would not be able to match the legend of the Ares Blade!
“You’re going to fight me before we go out? What do you think of fighting? You bastard!”
The anger on Orak's body has already burned his skin!
Bursts of arrogance spread, constantly approaching Cassius.
“You know, Cassius’s pride! Your anger will not affect me in the slightest!”
Cassius patted his belt, raised his head high and looked at Orak, who was even taller than him, and said.
Without any state or anger to bless his body, Orak was already over 2.4 meters tall.
A burly body like a mountain rock, never giving in!
“So, warrior! Are you ready to die?”
Olac's voice was tightly suppressed.
The anger made his body make the sound of burning grease.
"I have died once, but even if you ask me this question, I will only say that I am destined to survive!"
Cassius grabbed the molten slag and laughed wildly!
To live toward death?
Cassius never thought of it this way!
Even when he died, he always thought that he was the one who survived!
Cassius died of his injuries because he was unable to feel pain. Even at the moment when he appeared on the Holy Mountain as the spirit of his ancestors, he thought he was alive!
Two legends born in different eras, two leaders of the Big Bear tribe separated by hundreds of years.
The two have completely different attitudes towards facing their tribesmen!
…
“You just watch them fight like this?”
Johanna stood beside Bulcasso, following Bulcaisu's eyes as she watched the confrontation between Cassius and Orak.
“Are you going to let me use my power to change the will of two legends?”
Burkeso said calmly.
Unlike being shaken, he had no intention of intervening in this conflict of ideas.
Whose ideas are noble?
Whose perception is correct?
Do not make jokes!
The soul is the noblest!
Will is the most noble thing!
Is there any existence that can be called a legend that can be easily affected?
"If I tell you this, everything you believe in is false! Everything you insist on is wrong, will you abandon your faith just because I said this? Johanna!",
Burkeso turned his head and looked at Johanna in front of him, his voice was not cold.
But I can’t hear much gentleness.
This is somewhat different from the Bulcaisel in Johanna's impression.
“Maybe not? But what if I say yes?”
Johanna said cheerfully.
There seemed to be no problem that would embarrass her.
“You’re still young, Johanna!
You are too young to follow the traces of Tyrael’s fall and come here for that illusory prophecy!”
Burkeso said with some disappointment.
He thought that after experiencing Malthael's devastating attack, Johanna would become more mature.
Johanna, who is less than thirty years old, is only slightly more mature than Li Min, who is less than twenty years old.
There is no years of teaching, no long experience.
These young people are always a little naive and ridiculous.
“So you only talk to Karashim about this? Burqasso, you are as cold as the stone I sit on!”
Johanna said a little angrily.
As a warrior who has experienced a series of tragic battles, Johanna believes that she is mature enough.
Johanna, who has witnessed countless tragedies with her own eyes, believes that she should be mature enough in Bulkesso's eyes.
“How old do you think Natsubo is?”
Burkeso wiped away the blood on his face. It was an injury caused in the battle with Leiko. Such a little time was not enough for his body to recover.
After finishing speaking, Burcasso took a bottle of strong wine and poured it into his mouth.
Haven’t spilled wine all over his body like the heroes in those biographies.
The wine entered Bulqueso's belly without any waste, and then flowed out from the wound in his abdomen.
With blood.
Johanna looked at Bulcasso and wrinkled her eyebrows.
“A hundred years old? One hundred or two hundred?”
Johanna said based on her guess.
Natsubo always behaves very calmly and rarely shows much emotion.
He always made Johanna feel stale.
“Twenty-eight years old!”
Burkeso looked at Johanna deeply and said.
Nazibo is only twenty-eight years old!
He can wander from many magical worlds, far beyond the jungle where he grew up!
His knowledge is also obtained from those magical worlds, just like innate knowledge! It is a gift generated by the blending of countless souls with him!
Nazibo was expelled by his people and made to hide from the world! Waiting for death in vain!
Those witch doctors who are not strong enough say that he is contemptuous of souls!
But only Nazebo complied with the will of those souls!
Among the witch doctors in the Invisible Land, only Nazebo is so powerful that the Demon King of Hell can look him in the face!
Other witch doctors are as weak as those toads at Nazbo's feet!
“Maturity has nothing to do with your age! Johanna!”
Burkeso put a finger through his belly and pressed the wound in his stomach!
This way the wine stopped flowing out of the wound.
“I’m not mature enough? Maturity is not like you, who is indifferent to everything.”
Johanna said calmly.
“I never just watched something happen!”
Burkeso looked at Johanna with wide eyes.
The slightly healed wound burst open again, and blood continued to flow.
"I just! I never try to change other people's will! Johanna! You should see with your own eyes instead of asking me for my opinion!"
Burkeso said nonchalantly!
A pair of eyes stared at Cassius and Orac.
There is usually only one kind of winner on the battlefield, and that is the one who survives!
But this is not the case in a battle between kin!
In this kind of battle, the winner is the one who has gained the right to live and kill the other side!
“Well, Bulcaisel. There is no answer to this question.
I just want to know now, what are you planning?"
Johanna calmed down her mood and asked Bulcasso seriously.
Halfway up the mountain, the vanguards led by Calgar were ready to rush out.
They know the positions of Baal and Mephisto, and this time they will use their own power to end the threat of the two demons!
The vanguard will open a path in the Demonic Sea directly to where the Demonic God is!
The main force will appear in front of the two demon gods without any damage!
And those ancestors who were not hit all had serious expressions, as if they were waiting for something to appear!
The most abnormal one is Warusk!
The Immortal King was walking towards a remote place step by step, with a rare hesitation in his steps.
“Plan a soul.”
Burkeso said with a normal expression.
Then he took out another bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.
The wounds on his body were slowly scabbing, and the blood stains hanging on his body made him look a little sloppy.
His beard was dyed red, and the tattered armor on his body was stained with blood.
This armor is the most common combat state of Bulcaisuo.
After the battle with Leiko, Bulcaisel did not change this armor, which shows the problem.
This is why Johanna asked.
“A battle?”
Johanna looked at Bulcasso in front of her and said.
Looking a little shaken.
“Natsubo told me that he once felt this soul.”
Burkeso gave more information, then fell silent again.
Worusk knew whose soul it was, and the dangers that might arise from awakening that soul.
But he still had no hesitation.
This is what the cowardly Immortal King Volusk must do!
"who is it?"
Johanna asked thoughtfully.
But Bulquesso did not give an answer.
Ancient One stood on the sentry tower and watched the three ancestors constantly cleaning up in the tide of demons.
Looking a little serious.
She had tried her best to imagine the horror of the demon army, but it was only when she stood on the front line that she felt the unspeakable pressure.
A huge demon like a towering building is advancing unswervingly.
The target is the city wall under her feet!
Halrogas City can’t be reached only from the direction of the gate of the Holy Mountain.
And here will be another tragic battlefield!
The nameless ancestors around him were all looking at them seriously, including ballistas, trebuchets, and various obstacles placed on the ground inside the city wall.
These all show that the barbarians are ready for the city wall to be breached!
The battle itself was so tragic!
Countless weapons turned into pieces!
Most of the spare equipment on the weapon racks was smashed to pieces.
The hell host will lead countless demons up the city wall!
Siege Assault Beasts will break down solid city walls and turn the defense into a hand-to-hand fight.
There are endless demons!
“Rasuk! You didn’t tell me that the location of the logistics work is on the city wall!”
Tony yelled loudly.
There was a bit of panic in the voice.
No matter who sees the dense army of demons, they will think like this.
Tony is a little curious about whether using technology such as missiles can harm those demons!
If one day the demon army begins to attack humans, will human defenses be effective?
“Don’t make such a fuss! This is the best place to repair weapons. Once the weapons are repaired, the soldiers can immediately go into battle.”
Lasuk stood by the city wall and looked around and said:
“Let me tell you, we are not a transport team without combat effectiveness! If necessary, I can also use a hammer to blow the devil’s head off!”
“How strong is the devil?”
Tony asked.
Suddenly, the corrupted Daleks I saw in London flashed through my mind.
If the strength of the demon army could reach that level, then humans would not be much better off when facing the demons than when the militiamen met the American soldiers.
“How strong? This question is a bit difficult for me to answer.”
Lasuk scratched his head, turned around and asked Aunt Mara next to him.
“Aunt Malla, how strong is the devil?”
“Strong? No matter how strong you are, there is no one stronger than Bulcaisuo, Rasuk.”
Aunt Malla wiped the ax in her hand with a piece of cloth.
This was a fight that needed no doctor, so Aunt Marla took up arms.
“You hear that Tony? It can’t be better than Bulcaisel.”
Lasuk dealt with Tony casually.
His mind has long been immersed in the battle itself.
At that battle, the barbarians had many more warriors than they do now!
After all, not every barbarian will appear in the form of a soul on the Holy Mountain after dying in battle.
Warriors without obsession and the dead who trembled in battle and lost their will to fight will only become part of the Holy Mountain.
without being awakened.
This is cruel, but not accusatory.
“If I were stronger than Bulcaisel, I wouldn’t be here!”
Tony felt a little scared in his heart.
Such an answer was not acceptable to him.
"You will not die! The ancestors can throw you out of this secret realm at any time."
Lasuk said this
But he looked a little worried.
He was a bright and lively young man who had not lived as long as Tony had lived.
He felt that this secret place was unusual.
“Don’t worry about that. Do you have to wait for death silently when facing an enemy that you can’t defeat? It’s all about fighting, that’s all.”
Rumlow said while holding a helmet.
He felt a little surprised by this type of helmet.
After all, the experience of finding equipment in a secret realm is quite rare, but this time the equipment was actually distributed.
“How do I launch a charge on the city wall?”
Casillas knocked on his helmet and said.
The walls of the city of Harrogas are not thin at all, they are even very thick.
The city wall not only placed catapults, but also left space for fighting.
But Casillas, who inherited Canuck's fighting style, felt it was not enough.
The charging method that continuously draws power from collisions does not support sharp turns.
The environment limits his combat effectiveness.
“You can rush from one side to the other!”
Reco patted Casillas on the shoulder and pointed his finger in the direction of the old general Qualkek.
Over there, General Ross was standing there with a doubtful look on his life.
General Ross himself planned to return to his army to track down information about Murdoc.
But before he had time to tell the barbarians about his intention to leave here, he was shrouded in a mysterious realm.
“My teacher, should be said to be my former teacher.”
Casillas looked at Gu Yi’s side face and said.
There was a bit of sadness in his tone.
He still couldn't completely forget what he had been like as a mage.
“What, you plan to take revenge?”
Matthew asked casually.
“No! That’s the result of my greed! It’s all my problem! I should reflect on myself!”
Casillas opened his mouth and roared loudly!
The sound is almost as loud as a war cry.
Wrong admission of battle cry?
“Hahaha! What did Kanuk do to you?”
Leco patted Matthew on the shoulder and laughed loudly.
Conditioned reflex, Casillas of Canuck has been created.
Casillas is now an excellent warrior.
It’s just that I’m a little too nervous when facing problems.
“It’s nothing. Ancestor Kanuk taught me some truths. They were instilled into my head in the most forceful way.”
Casillas said with some embarrassment.
He felt a dull pain in his jaw.
“Let’s eat something first. It will take about half an hour for the demons to break through the defense line of trebuchets and ballistas and rush here?”
Matthew said this.
The noisy environment is not particularly suitable for him to perform.
However, after becoming a barbarian, his strong physical fitness prevented him from losing his fighting ability due to too loud sounds.
Barbarian battlefields are always noisy.
The shouts of curses and shouts will never cease.
A barbarian cannot fight well if he is disturbed by noise.
“Eat~what?”
The killer monkey climbed on Matthew's head and turned Matthew's hair carelessly.
As a monkey's nature, searching for lice is an instinctive behavior.
“Here, this!”
Casillas took out a French eyebrow stick from his backpack and stuffed it into Matthew's hand.
The killer monkey leaned forward and took a look, turned his head with contempt and started looking for lice again.
“Brown bread? Is there such a long one?”
Matthew asked with some confusion.
This is the work of Canuck. In order for Casillas to better understand the basic right and wrong, he prepared many such styles of bread.
“I think I might need a little broth.”
Matthew tried to break the bread, but it had no effect.
“By the way, it seems that Aunt Mara was responsible for treating the wounded and preparing food at the same time?”
Lasuk asked with a thoughtful expression.
The hammer in his hand hit the iron felt, making an unpleasant sound.
“I forgot that these young people still need to eat, which is not considered well.”
Aunt Mala said casually, took out a large pot from the debris piled on one side, briefly dealt with the situation, and then set up a simple stove.
“Who’s going to get some water?”
Rumlow glanced at the people around him and asked.
Then he consciously picked up the pot and jumped out towards the bottom of the city wall.
The snow all over the ground is a good source of water when it is not stained by blood.
“After the battle begins, will we be able to cook the food in time?”
Tony said a little irritably.
A diamond was forcefully inserted into the top of the much shrunken reactor on his chest.
The flawless royal diamond is pretty good as an energy source.
Just a hole was made in the reactor by Rasuk using a chisel in the most brutal way. This process made Tony feel like he was breaking out in a cold sweat.
“Who knows? If that doesn’t work, why don’t you just send yourself to the devil’s mouth? The ancestors will protect you anyway.”
Lasuk said casually.
Then they saw Leiko walking up slowly and leisurely.
“Lei ~ Ancestor Leiko!”
Leiko looked at Leiko with admiring eyes, her voice trembling a little.
“It’s Leike, did you get what you wanted?”
Leiko’s voice was particularly gentle.
Leiko is her blood descendant.
Although her and Joriz’s son’s soul was not able to be preserved by the Holy Spirit.
But the bloodline between the two people still continues well.
“I’ve been looking forward to this day for a long time.”
Leike said with a little smile and a little embarrassed.
She hasn’t communicated with Leiko for a long time.
As a descendant of Leiko, she was a little ashamed that she did not survive five battles and died in a molten trap in a ridiculous way.
"This is a fierce enough battle. I am here to watch you. As long as you are judged by me to be incapable of fighting, you will leave."
Leiko said this.
The battle for the city wall is usually the most brutal battlefield.
This chapter has been completed!