Luke was squatting behind a rock on the sacred mountain of Harrogas with his teeth in his hands. He was holding a piece of black bread in his hand and squatting like a blind man. He only had his hands in his sleeves.
The brown bread in his hand was held to make him appear less deliberate. He didn't consider the fact that he was deliberately eating behind the rocks at all.
From time to time, he poked his head out from behind the rock and looked at Jessica Jones, who was wielding a hatchet in front of him.
He still cares a little about Madoc's words, maybe he cares about Jessica Jones.
After Luke met Jessica, he always felt destined.
It's just that his head has already fallen into the eyes of Jessica Jones and Orak.
After all, a black head grew out of a stone piled with white snow, as conspicuous as a mushroom growing on a mop that has been left out for a long time.
"that is?"
Jessica was still wielding the hand ax and was practicing the combat skill of slamming.
During this period of time, Orak didn't teach her much, he just continued to demonstrate this move and then watched her train.
Although it was her first time coming into contact with a weapon like a hand axe, she was already wielding it like a warrior.
At least if you use it to fight others, the weapon is no longer a burden that may hurt you at any time.
Jessica asked Orac who was standing in front of her very casually.
Orac's burly figure always looks very eye-catching.
"Although the heir of Madoc is not very coordinated, he is a rare and good child."
Orak didn't even turn his head, and said quietly. He wanted to make Luke his heir, but he couldn't win against Madoc.
The aura of Luke Cage was not tainted with the strong stench caused by his evil deeds. Coupled with his good physical fitness, the ancestors were very satisfied.
It's a pity that Orak failed to win when facing Maddock.
As an ancestor older than the "Three Idiots", Orak had to admit that he was surpassed by his descendants.
The day for Jessica's challenge is not far away now, and Orak's heart is unmoved by this.
Orak had experienced countless times watching a warrior step into his secret realm.
Out of respect for a life, Orak decided from the beginning to give Jessica enough guidance.
But Orac doesn't intend to turn a blind eye to Jessica's sins.
So Orak didn't show much enthusiasm.
His secret realm is not a place that can be easily challenged no matter what.
As one of the first tenants on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath who had experienced the most brutal battles, he was also very helpless that he could not find a successor with even a glimmer of hope.
Very few of the people he selected made it to the second secret realm, and the few who did quickly lost their lives in the subsequent battles.
When he watched the barbarian recruits step into the secret realm, he wanted to dissuade them more than once.
Because after his death, the barbarians no longer need a god of war who always turns the tide.
But Orac said nothing in the end. No one can stop a person from making his own choice, as long as that choice does not violate morality and justice.
The secret realm is never a place where you can delay time. There is no food and water there. If you can't succeed before you starve to death, then being buried in your bones is the only result.
Orak looked at the Temple of the Elders in the distance, a trace of melancholy flashed across his overly decent face.
Many barbarian lives were buried in his secret realm. Those recruits had no glory and no experience. Therefore, they are basically nowhere to be found on the holy mountain.
The legendary weapon Blade of the God of War has never been a weapon favored by barbarians. Even he himself does not feel how powerful the weapon that embodies his legend is.
This legend is just the most helpless choice.
No matter how basic and commonly used Slam is, it is just a skill that breeds anger. It does not have any earth-shaking power, at least compared to those skills that are widely used.
"Then why didn't he go to training? Instead he looked at me with pity?"
Jessica observed Luke's eyes, and there was an indescribable feeling that was raising question marks in her heart.
The movements of my hands have also become a bit slower. Although they are not out of shape, they cannot be called concentrated practice.
She vaguely felt what she was about to face, but acted as if she didn't know anything.
To be honest, Jessica could feel Luke's feelings, but she didn't dare to respond.
At least until she comes out of the shadows completely.
Maybe this is how two somewhat hypocritical people get along?
"Then you have to ask Madoc."
Orak was not going to say too much on the matter, because nothing could change the course.
Barbarians do not value words, only actions.
A narrow escape opportunity to gain enough power to complete a person's redemption.
There is nothing wrong with this kind of thing, but not just anyone can face death without fear.
No matter how firm your words are, actions speak for themselves.
At least Orak didn't think much of the girl in front of him.
Luke withdrew his head from behind the rock, then hit his nose hard with the hard black bread, and two streams of blood flowed directly to his chest.
Then he picked up the blood bottle and took a deep sip.
"Luke, why do you feel compassion for a stranger?"
Vader's soul appeared quietly, then sat aside and asked with a trace of ridicule.
"Don't you have mercy on a man who is doomed to face death?"
Luke said in a matter-of-fact tone, with some surprise.
The stupidity of these words made Vader laugh out loud.
"Who is not destined to face death? You? Or me? Or Bulcasso?"
Vida laughed wildly, even heartbreakingly.
Even though the businessman Vader gave up his life as an adventurer, he was once an excellent warrior.
In other words, those who do not know how to fight at all are the rarest of barbarians.
Even at the last moment of his life, Vader chose to pick up the weapons around him like a warrior and charge towards the demon.
There is no one on this mountain who has not faced death in life.
And Bulcaisuo faced death itself, and by the way, he also shattered the Dark Soul Stone.
"I mean, that girl...she is still so young...why..."
Luke said hesitantly.
Being laughed at by Vader made him look a little embarrassed.
"That's enough, Luke! Don't let your inexplicable love go against your feelings."
Vader interrupted Luke rudely. What Luke was thinking was not a secret to these ancestors.
They have been around for a long time, and few things surprise them.
"The stench on that girl's body cannot be washed away even if she is wiped with snow from the sacred mountain of Harrogath."
"I just……"
"You just haven't thought about how to face your inner impulses. Young people always like to move themselves."
Vader smiled disdainfully and grinned.
How much deep love has become a move of self-persuasion? If we really love each other, how can we wait for such a long time to change our minds?
Vader is a savage with a story.
However, Vader stopped the bleeding and disappeared.
He left a fairy tale book on the ground, with a silhouette of Madoc drawn on the cover.
"Invincible Hope on the Holy Mountain" is the name of this fairy tale.
Those are some stories about Madoc recorded casually by the barbarian ancestors.
It later became the best-selling storybook in the asylum for a long time, and this sales continued until the day Maddock died.
Vader spent a little money to get this almost out-of-print storybook from an unknown ancestor.
This is a fairy tale for barbarians, a story that gives hope to children born in a fucked up world.
Although this hope eventually died.
Along with the Holy Mountain of Arreat.
"I just don't understand why people are never tolerant of mistakes, even if they are a kind person."
Luke actually understood, but the throbbing in his heart made him unwilling to understand.
Perhaps being hot-blooded can really effectively lower a person's IQ, and Luke is far from being a smart and calm person.
Jessica Jones may deserve mercy, but no one is qualified to forgive her.
Orak and Bulcaisel gave her a chance to atone for her sins, provided she survived.
She was not like Rumlow at that time, who needed the help of evidence of shame to wake up. She was very sober, but lacked the courage to take responsibility.
Rumlow was holding an empty wine bottle and standing on the roof of the unfinished New Seschelon, looking into the distance, with Talik sitting cross-legged next to him.
They haven't started training now, after all, training all the time would be boring.
The snow on the sacred mountain of Harrogas is gradually getting smaller, and the climate cannot remain unchanged.
Talik took out a bottle of wine from the piled building materials and placed it at Rumlow's feet.
The location of his collection was not told to Maddock, after all, he also needed some space of his own.
"Why, are you going to feel unfair like that idiot Luke?"
Talik said this in a calm tone.
"I'm wondering what you paid to make Bulqueso give up and send me to death on the spot."
Rumlow looked at Jessica, who was wielding the ax perfunctorily, and said slowly.
"That's not something you should worry about right now."
Talik inserted the Token of Shame in his hand into the stone beneath him. Although the new Sescheron was only half-built, it already had a general shape.
Talik motioned for Rumlow to grasp the rough handle of the Token of Shame, which was as thick as his forearm.
"Do you know? Before I became a soul, I tried to save many people with this weapon, but in the end they all failed to survive from Bulcaisel's hands."
Tarik looked at the handle of the Token of Shame that Rumlow was holding, and said a little seriously.
His age is not much different from that of Bulqueso, and their active years basically overlap.
"Because they ended up choosing a dirty road?"
Rumlow spoke of his conjecture as if he had been prepared for it.
"Because after the redemption was completed, they no longer knew who they were. However, when they found themselves, they were burdened with even more filthy filth in their madness."
Talik told the ending of those guys without hesitation.
"Perhaps one day I will also face Bulcaisuo's weapons, and you have already paid the price for me."
Rumlow tried to draw the Token of Shame, but gave up after a few attempts.
The legend was still too heavy for him now, just like he couldn't open the door of the pickup truck.
"For those bastards, I owe Bulcaisel a total of hundreds of promises, half of which are for him to continue to believe in me and the Witness of Shame."
When Rumlow heard Tarik's answer, the corner of his mouth twitched.
Hundreds of failures are definitely not a small number.
"If it were me, I might not trust you again when you fail for the third time."
Rumlow pretended to be relaxed and said.
"Before they died, they took away thousands of times their number of demons, which is similar to what you did before."
Each of those whom Tarik had given a chance would have wielded a butcher's knife at the devil at the beginning, making amends for their past mistakes in the constant fighting.
Then after the redemption, he lost his goal and gradually became crazy in the emptiness.
By the time they find themselves again, they are always completely crazy without exception.
"I once suspected that the Proof of Shame was a weapon made by Belial, because Bulcaisel could restore the entirety of the weapon, but even the strongest and burliest warrior could not wield the weapon in its complete form smoothly."
The Proof of Shame is a weapon that can only be used by barbarians, and it already looks like it has been cut off.
This strange power is exactly the same as the King of Lies.
According to Bulcaisel, the specifications of the complete Proof of Shame are hardly weapons that can be used by normal humans.
But that size is probably just right for a hell demon.
"What about your legend?"
Rumlow didn't care much about the future that hadn't happened yet. After all, it hadn't come yet, so there was no need to worry too early.
Now he just wants to know what kind of power Talik's legend has given him.
"Cleave, my legend lies in this weapon."
Talik pointed to the token of shame beside him.
After Talik's use, the Proof of Shame was tainted with his legendary power.
The Proof of Shame has truly taken on the shape of Talik, and that power can make Cleave four times more powerful based on anger.
Tarik said expressionlessly. As a defender, Tarik's final legend is a skill that can damage a group of enemies at the same time.
This may be the reason why he always leans against the gate of the Holy Mountain and does not let any enemy pass.
"If I bear the sin again this time, I hope you can deal with me personally."
Rumlow recalled the power Bulcaisel showed when he wanted to kill him, and spoke to Tarik very calmly.
He doesn't care about comparisons, nor is he afraid of crazy consequences.
At least now Rumlow has not completely solved all the problems. Those Hydras are never something that can be easily dealt with.
"I have basically relieved myself of the responsibility of guarding the gate of the Holy Mountain. If there is such a day, I will."
Talik's figure disappeared, leaving only a bottle of wine on the ground that was slowly freezing in the cold wind of Harrogath.
The Holy Mountain protects the souls and property of the barbarians, but that property needs to be buried in the soil of the Holy Mountain.
If Rumlow didn't pick up the bottle of wine, the bottle would probably freeze.
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Tony was sitting there blankly, looking at each other with Pepo in front of him.
If Pepper hadn't repeatedly emphasized that she wasn't drinking, Tony would have thought that everything before was just a hallucination he had after drinking too much.
The absurd truth is always hard to accept, isn't it?
After dealing with the security team's inquiries in a perfunctory manner, Tony sat motionless at the table.
His security team mostly exists to isolate reporters, because basically no one would choose to attack him.
As the largest high-end arms supplier, Stark Group would not be able to think of anyone who would not think of causing trouble with him.
Everything that happened before had an impact on Tony's world view in a short period of time. After all, magic, something that was contrary to his understanding, was still a bit exciting.
Although Tony believed that what Ancient One showed could be achieved with the help of technology, it was still an unfamiliar system.
"I always feel that everything that happened today is a bit too mysterious."
Tony muttered softly, then picked up the phone and dialed Peggy Carter's number.
When encountering some supernatural events, it is more appropriate to leave it to professionals.
No matter how incompetent the professionals are, they can still make some useful suggestions.
Although Stark Industries is rich, Peggy Carter is obviously more trustworthy when facing these strange people.
"Hey, Aunt Peggy, I encountered something unusual. Can you find a professional to come to my place?"
Tony was rarely respectful when he spoke, and he also used a questioning tone in the conversation.
He usually uses a commanding tone to ask others to do things. After all, this person is his respected elder and a professional.
"I'll get someone over as soon as possible."
Peggy Carter, who received Tony's call, thought for a while and immediately contacted her niece.
The blacksmith shop was not a completely unfamiliar place to her. Both Dugan and Nick Fury had mentioned this location to some extent.
Steve even mentioned it once not long ago.
So Peggy Carter felt that it was better to handle this matter a little more seriously, at least not to give any taken-for-granted advice over the phone.
Sharon is the only one in S.H.I.E.L.D. she can trust. Even if Nick Fury is not injured, Peggy Carter doesn't trust him very much.
Dugan was sent for treatment. An injury like burning off a leg was not easy.
Sharon Carter didn't have time to tell her everything that happened before.
SHIELD has confidentiality regulations, and Peggy Carter knows this very well.
At this time, Peggy Carter was like an old lady who knew nothing, lying peacefully on the bed waiting for sleep.
As people get older, sleepiness will be shallow and irregular.
As for the news of the deaths of the werewolf and the mummy, she has not yet reached her ears, so her mental state is pretty good.
What happened before was temporarily suppressed in Tony's heart. Whether it was the magical mage or the Winter Soldier he accidentally killed before, he could not let his emotions show on his face for a long time.
As the largest shareholder of the Stark Group, how could Tony have such a large group if he didn't even have this little city?
Although Obadiah's contribution is indispensable, this does not mean that Tony knows nothing about this.
In fact, Playboy is also a technical job, at least this shows that Tony is not the kind of technician who has no social activities at all.
Just after Sharon Carter received the mission from her aunt, she was rushing towards Bulcasso's blacksmith shop, and Tony was currently looking at the pickup truck forged by Bulcasso.
Sharon Carter did not dare to tell her aunt on the phone everything that had happened in SHIELD. Those things were a bit too exciting for an old man.
When Tony walked outside the house to get some air, he saw three cars crashed into a pile in front of the door, and then he became slightly interested in the undamaged pickup truck.
Then that little bit of interest turned into curiosity, so now he's circling the pickup truck.
His car is definitely one of the best in the world, but even a scratch was not left on the pickup truck after a collision.
This car was definitely different, Tony judged it right away.
Whether it's the difference in materials or techniques, Tony will be extremely curious.
As the source of productivity for a technology company, Tony is always full of curiosity about all new things.
Perhaps it was curiosity that suppressed all the fluctuations in his heart. At this time, all his attention was focused on what was in front of him, and even Pepo beside him was inadvertently ignored.
But this situation may be a good thing for him, at least he doesn't have to focus on the previous changes.
If the plasma splattered on the pickup truck hadn't made the playboy a little nauseous, he might have gotten in through the window to study it.
There are traces of modern industrial manufacturing on the entire car. Tony was surprised by the decoration on the front cover that was integrated with the car body.
No matter what company it is, no company will use this cost-increasing method to make decorations. If it is an industrial creation, this method that requires separate instruments is not very affordable.
Not to mention that controllable clean energy vehicles have not yet appeared in this era, and a car without an exhaust pipe is so strange.
"This car can really drive?"
Tony had already circled the pickup truck, and finally decided to get in through the window to take a look.
He had already seen a series of unimaginable things, so one more didn't seem to be a problem.
Pepper wanted to grab Tony because the dense blood stains and meat sauce on the pickup truck made her a little uneasy.
Pepper saw the checkbook dropped on the seat from the car window. It was something that Tony carried with him. Of course she was familiar with it.
"I think it's better to wait a moment, everything is weird here."
Pepper tried to stop Tony's reckless behavior, although she knew how powerless she was in the face of Tony's curiosity.