"Ha, Matthew, I'm really having a good day!"

Luke opened his waist with a belt that looked like hemp rope and shouted loudly to Matthew.

Today, he passed the third level of the Madoc Trial, and the endless spiders made him experience the feeling of moving without wanting to be drowned.

However, when he wielded his blade to mimic the movements of the barbarian's whirlwind slash, the shredded spiders made him feel particularly enjoyable.

Although he seemed to have sprained his waist from imitating the whirlwind slash, he was now lying on the hard stone bed laughing.

And he got a belt from the spiders that looked like rags, which made him feel much more flexible.

"Looks like you're getting along well with Madoc right now."

Matthew learned the name of Madoc from Reco, and also knew that Madoc, the ancestor, was the most powerful among the barbarians on the entire sacred mountain, but he did not have the slightest jealousy.

The blind warrior possessed an unshakable will, and his nobility further convinced Ricco.

"Please don't mention him......"

Speaking of Maddock, Luke Cage collapsed completely on the stone bed.

During this time, he really felt that he was getting stronger little by little, but every time he faced Madolphk, it was like the day he had just arrived.

From Madolph's body, he couldn't feel the change in himself at all.

"By the way, have you learned those skills?"

Matthew thought that during the day, Reco had already begun to teach him the art of charging, and he couldn't help but wonder if Luke was also learning.

"Maddock said he would teach me when I could learn to wield a weapon."

Luke Cage pressed his face against the stone bed and gave a sullen response.

After arriving at the sacred mountain of Harogas, and no longer having to look at the painful living conditions of Hell's Kitchen, Luke Cage began to immerse himself in the direct and hearty rhythm of life that belongs to the barbarians.

Although he had not seen any living person on this mountain except Matthew.

Matthew didn't feel much surprised by Luke's statement.

It's as if he didn't pay much attention to reconnaissance after he got superhuman senses.

With physical strength that can be called extraordinary among ordinary people, Luke doesn't look like the kind of guy who is good at using weapons.

"So, you've already started to learn combat skills?"

Luke jerked his head up, and then his sprained waist gave him a heavy blow.

"It's just beginning to learn, according to our ancestors, our bodies are not pure enough."

At this time, Matthew and Luke had enough recognition of the barbarian group, and they also had the idea of joining it.

But for now, it was still a distant thing for them to truly obtain the Nephilim bloodline that could play a role.

At least not until then, they didn't have the opportunity to grasp the power that belonged to the wrath.

After all, the physique of people cannot be generalized, after all, it is rare to see people who have not burned out their brains when they have been in a state of extreme anger.

Could it be that a person who has been in a state of extreme anger can transform into a Super Saiyan in addition to being angry all day?

Maybe barbarians can, but they're not barbarians yet.

Berserker's Wrath is a skill that only those savages who can harness their anger and convert it into power.

Otherwise, the rage will only allow them to activate their muscles and unleash some powerful skills.

The power of anger is from the inside out, and when it can be controlled inward, this energy can activate the blood that belongs to Nephitian in their body.

Children of angels and demons are destined to be different.

"We've been here for more than half a month, and I don't know what's going on over there at the Hand Club?"

Luke thought to himself a little weakly, and although he was out of modern civilization, he was not bored.

After all, he's just a guy who wanders the streets and has to think about eating every day.

The life of a drunken fan has nothing to do with him.

Matthew is similar, busy helping the poor with legal problems during the day, and having to wear tights to fight crime in the streets at night.

His life on the sacred mountain of Harogas was much easier.

"Maybe they're still tracking down our news."

Matthew lay on the bed, feeling the hard touch coming from his back and spoke in a whispered tone.

At this time, the Hand Association has basically given up tracking down their whereabouts.

After all, this was Matthew and Luke's first action against the Hand Clan, and the Hand had not yet had a certain level of hatred for them.

After half a month of fruitless investigation, the Hand Club slowly subsided.

Although Madame Gao was a little obsessed with the axe that could easily split her crutches, she could only think about it if she couldn't find a target.

However, the people looking for Matthew and Luke are not only the ninjas of the Hand Clan, but also their acquaintances.

Matthew's good friend Virgin Nelson was already a little anxious, and although his friend occasionally disappeared for a few days, he had never disappeared for so long without even a message like this one.

After all, Matthew, as a lawyer who always gets compensation for the poor, is not without enemies, so Fergie is worried about his friend.

At one point, the idea of abandoning their law firm was born.

As for Luke, this guy would disappear for a while every now and then, so no one paid attention to him.

Unbeknownst to Matthew and Luke, in the square in front of the Elders' Temple, Madoc was alone there.

He had high expectations for Luke, but now he realized that this guy was unlikely to be his successor.

The barbarians are nothing more than a name, and although they exist in the form of a tribe, they are not a race that has no history and no past.

If there is any inherently noble bloodline in the world of Diablo, then the barbarians who are Nephilim can definitely be among them.

They just chose to exist this way, to choose this way of life.

But they have civilization, and they also have glory.

The prophet Madoc began to worry about the continuation of the race.

"Why can't Burkeso be like Vorussk? What hope can be given to a hammer, a fire, and spirits every day? ”

"You have a wife and a son, but what about them? They who did not even have their souls on the sacred mountain of Harogas either died without glory, or they gave up the glory of the barbarians in some corner! ”

Vorusk's figure appeared next to Maduk, and it was also the first time he took the initiative to talk to Maduk, which was a novelty for Maduk. But this kind of conversation that pokes at the pain point, he would rather not have experienced it.

"When you're dead, the barbarians are gone? It is enough for the barbarians to fight, and as long as the barbarians fight justly and the goal is the same, then does it matter whether it is continued or not?

Besides, there is still a Bourkeso in that world, and the barbarians don't need to think about it so much! ”

Vorusk removed his helmet and lay down on the stone bricks outside the Elder's Temple.

A lazy face, with a lion-like blond hair scattered on the blue-gray stone bricks, stood out in a dazzling manner.