"I want to see my teacher!"

Casillas shouted hoarsely as he swung the axe in his hand.

"Oh."

Kanuk took off the armor and carefully wiped it.

He completely ignored Casillas' request.

After all, no matter how fierce Casillas screamed, he was meticulous in his movements.

If you want to shout two strong sounds, let him shout, anyway, the barbarians will always keep yelling during the battle.

Kanuk was not surprised.

"I said I wanted to see my teacher!"

"Oh."

Kanuk perfunctory.

Casillas was obviously not smart enough, otherwise Kanuk would not have accepted the little mage as his successor.

Chief Kanuk has never been a warrior who is good at thinking.

After all, a fighter who is good at thinking can't figure out that kind of indomitable way of fighting.

So after him, the Bull tribe has declined a lot, and although it can continue, it is no longer as strong as it was when Lei Co led it.

Kanuk put the armor back on, then groped twice on the ground, pulled out a piece of black bread and waved it in his hand.

"It feels good."

Kanuk muttered, a little slurred.

He's not a controlling warrior like Madoc, who can pick up his successor with just the right amount of an iron rod.

Casillas wasn't Luke's hard-bodied guy either, and the iron bar was a little too dangerous for him.

He chose black bread because he was afraid that he would accidentally send Casillas away.

Bourkeso was sitting on a rocky mountain not far away, watching the little mage who never stopped talking in the direction of a warrior.

It's not gratifying, just a little nostalgic.

Before Masayir descended on the Holy Mountain, the barbarians who built the new Cesscheron always trained with their ancestors in their spare time.

Now there are only a few small fish left.

In his perception, Matthew Murdoch's aura fluctuated slightly, and he did not encounter any signs of danger.

Bourkeso could teleport to these barbarians at any time, and Nephilim's bloodline itself could be used as a beacon of teleportation.

An enemy capable of allowing a barbarian to wield his power is never a bad thing for a barbarian. Besides, there doesn't seem to be much threat to this enemy.

"I recently remembered a nice punching bag, are you interested?"

The Ancient One stood behind Bourkeso, saying with a smile on his face.

Casillas is a disciple she has always had a headache with, and Casillas can't be said to have no talent on the road of mage, but a mage who is not smart enough will not go far on this road after all.

So the barbarian may be a path that will allow him to go further, and that's a good thing.

She thought about it for a while, but finally she decided to ask Bourkeso to find something to do.

Through this period of understanding, she knew that the punching bag would not be ruthlessly burst by Bourkeso.

After all, although that guy has brought war, he is a decent guy after all. At the very least, bringing order would make him righteous.

"Oh? Is this a reward for helping you clean up your apprentices? ”

Bourkeso stood up from the ground and moved his shoulders.

New punching bag, this is the best news he's heard in the past two days.

"He used to be a fighter, after all, he used to be very passionate about fighting."

The Ancient One pulled a bottle of treasure out of his sleeve and handed it to Bourkeso.

The ancient one is talking about the strong man who has to slow down the pace of death with periodic slumber because the power in his body is constantly expanding.

Odin!

Master of Asgard, titular master of the Nine Realms.

Over the years, Odin doesn't know how many times he has thundered for the earth.

Because Odin's physical strength is gradually unable to withstand the increasing energy, the current Odin may be much weaker than her.

But it won't make people think that Odin is a soft persimmon, after all, when he is willing to give up everything to fight, the powerful energy that even his body can't withstand will make the enemy feel fearful.

The two were once considered equal, but the Ancient One has become the new master of the Dark Dimension.

Now Odin is afraid that he is no longer the opponent of the ancient one.

"It doesn't sound like such a disgusting existence."

Bourkeso took the wine and muttered. For a barbarian, the title "a warrior" is a good evaluation.

Even if his voice was not deliberately amplified, it was transmitted far away on the holy mountain.

"His name is Odin, King of Asgard."

The Ancient One smiled with a little schadenfreude.

"Odin? The father of that hammer? ”

Bourkeso thought for a moment, and pulled out a hammer from his backpack that shone with a hint of thunder.

The hammer head is a whole that exudes a warm yellow color, and it is wrapped in thunder light, which looks very energetic.

Son of Odin, a legendary hammer often seen by Bourkeso.

In battles with demons, you can always see various imitations of legends falling to the ground, although most of them can't escape the fate of being broken down into materials.

No one knows how the hammer ended up in the shelter, but the original one was in Bourkeso's backpack.

When attacking, lightning can be released from time to time to damage enemies, and it can also increase the power of lightning.

The only thing Bourkeso feels good about is that this increase doesn't diminish because the user is strong.

Sometimes this increase can still work well.

Gu Yi looked at the hammer in Bourkeso's hand with a little surprise in his eyes.

The aura of this hammer is much more powerful than that of Mjölnir, and to be honest, the aura on this hammer is not like Mjölnir, but more like Thor Odinson himself.

"It's not ...... for sure."

Gu Yi looked at the hammer with some distress, she felt that she wanted to know some great secret.

Could it be that Odin gave birth to a hammer before giving birth to Thor?

"I just wanted to ask him how he gave birth to a hammer."

Bourkeso's expression was a little strange, human children generally come out first with their heads, so when the hammer is born, is the hammer head coming out first or the hammer handle coming out first?

The fact that a person can give birth to a hammer is still a bit too shocking.

"I'm also curious......"

The Ancient One felt more and more that the power emanating from the hammer was like the blood of Odin himself. The ancient one, who had known Odin for many years, was not so bad that he couldn't tell the breath of an old acquaintance.

Then she sent a message to Odin, presumably saying that you should choose a place where no one is watching.

After all, Odin is not the guy from Dormammu, and the Ancient One still contacted Odin first when he was about to fight.

After all, this kind of thing is not something that can be achieved by going directly to the door to fight an old soldier who is becoming more and more cautious.

Besides, Odin is already old.