Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Well, those guys haven't given up yet?"

Burkasso looked suddenly excited and shouted loudly.

Gu Yi looked thoughtfully at Bulkasso, who showed excitement.

She couldn't say she wasn't familiar with the secret service team.

In the timelines she had observed, these guys weren't the little characters that didn't matter.

"Uncle, how long are they going to argue?"

Jill stood up from the snow with some difficulty, and tugged at the hem of Bulkelso's clothes.

A somewhat immature hand was pointing at Ambo and Maddock who were arguing.

"Probably will argue until the day you actually embark on the road of trials."

Bul-Kelso wrapped his hands around Jill's head, a broad smile on his face.

Bulkelso had never experienced what he saw today.

At that time, he was just the least conspicuous one among the barbarians. He had neither the title of genius nor such a decisive character.

Naturally, he failed to make these ancestors argue for his existence.

At that time, the only barbarian who could cause the spirits of the ancestors to scramble was Sonya.

She is an out-and-out genius, all combat skills can be mastered in a very short time.

Sonya, who is decisive and brave by nature, is the most dazzling one even among all the barbarians that exist in the world.

Apart from a little arrogance in his personality, he has no shortcomings.

But what about arrogance?

No matter how bad or how bad your attitude is when facing demons, it is only natural. Demons are not worthy of respect!

Jill looked at the ancestors who were watching the excitement, with exploration in his eyes.

For him, these illusory souls are undoubtedly new enough.

"It's still a few years away, and now I just want to eat the barbarian-style barbecue you mentioned earlier."

Jill straightened her body, trying to make herself a bit similar to the posture of those shirtless barbarian ancestors, and shouted loudly.

"Good boy, it's a bit of a savage!"

Such a voice came out of the group of ancestors, followed by a large group of good-natured laughter.

After witnessing the battle between Burkasso and Malthael, these ancestors also had an understanding of the current situation.

They no longer thought about how to defeat those demons and the terrifying angel of death, but began to think about the continuation of the barbarian group.

After all, after leaving the world made up of fierce battles, they no longer have to endure the never-ending flames of war.

In the snow on this mountain, there are the ashes of the last batch of barbarians who followed the Immortal King. Those survivors who wandered outside may be able to continue the legend of the barbarians.

"Then let's start preparing for our banquet."

Burkasso unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his strong body full of scars.

He began to take out the armors that had accompanied him for countless years from his backpack, and put them on one by one.

The existence of armor is the most reliable partner for barbarians.

On the ferocious armor, there was a dark red light in every gap.

That is the imprint left by the blood of the demons gradually seeping into the metal.

Jill looked at the armor that Bull Casso put on, his eyes full of yearning.

Barbarians love armor, of course, but they rarely focus on forging it.

Because only the armor that has inherited the glory can make them feel comfortable. Otherwise, it's like being packed in an iron can.

According to Maddock, it was the armor without glory that made him unable to better feel the burning refreshment of the devil's blood splashed on his body.

Even after becoming the strongest barbarian, Bulkelso doesn't like the feeling of wearing full armor, and he doesn't need the gift from the glory of his ancestors. After all the combat skills are integrated into one furnace, the armor will be The only thing left is to increase his defense.

But he still put on the armor seriously.

What they are about to do is to perform the traditional ceremony of the barbarians. This inherited armor is one of the symbols of the barbarian's glory.

The name of the armor set is "Ninety Barbarians".

This is an army of the mightiest of barbarians, capable of turning away all demons in their path, and making the Lord of Hell tremble at the sound of their names.

Although they have disappeared in the long river of history, this original Ninety Barbarian suit is still left behind.

Wearing this armor represents the inheritance of the barbarian's glory.

When Bul-Kelso becomes the third Immortal King, his customary armor will also become a symbol of the glorious succession.

Although he is always shirtless and wielding a pair of knives on the battlefield of hell, he still wears skirt armor and combat boots.

To the extent that the barbarians behind him could only bare their shirts and initiate the embarrassing incident of the festival.

"Bulkasso!"

After Bulkelso put on the armor, the barbarian ancestors also stopped arguing, looking at the majestic and somewhat terrifying barbarian king, shouting Bulkelso's name loudly!

The festival has begun!

"I, Maddock!"

The body of the ancestor Madok appeared in front of Bulkasso, and the weapon in his hand was exactly that heavy weapon with a lengthened ax blade, Madok's sorrow.

"Best Opening to Savage Glory!"

Madok's voice suppressed the shouts of the ancestor spirits, and the huge shouts spread to every corner of the holy mountain of Harrogath.

After speaking, Maddock's body condensed into a solid body and appeared there.

The huge weapon swept towards Bulkelso's waist!

Bulkelso already held the two legends of the Oathkeeper and the Azure Rage in his hands, interlaced like scissors, blocking the path of the giant axe.

A huge metal collision sounded, and the curtain of the ceremony was opened!

...

"Boss, did you hear that shout?"

An agent yelled at Rumlow a little bit coweringly.

Of course, the cries of the barbarians reached their ears.

"I'm not deaf!"

Rumlow looked at the top of the mountain where the voice came from, with deep eyes.

Amidst the fervent shouts of the barbarians, their bodies began to tremble involuntarily.

"Should we contact headquarters?"

Rumlow ignored the subordinate's question this time, and looked at the top of the mountain with a pair of somewhat gloomy moves, wondering what he was thinking.

"Up the hill! Go in the direction of the sound!"

After Rumlow said this, he took the lead in action.

Rumlow, who heard the barbarian's voice, thought he had found the way forward, and he had to figure out what caused the mountain to appear here anyway.

Not for S.H.I.E.L.D. but for the Hydra that he must never forget!

The sudden appearance of a mountain suspected to come from another world is full of temptation for Hydra, they want the truth!

Perhaps it was a fate, at the moment when Rumlow made up his mind to move towards the direction of the barbarian's roar, his courage was recognized by the holy mountain of Harrogas.

Perhaps in the minds of barbarians, daring to face the existence of barbarians is the greatest courage.

After all, even the devil of hell would shrink back when facing barbarians. Who would dare to face the wrath of barbarians?