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

Bourkeso looked suddenly excited and shouted loudly.

The Ancient One looked at Bourkeso, who was showing excitement, thoughtfully.

She couldn't say she wasn't familiar with that pair of agents.

In the timelines she had observed, these guys weren't those little characters who were dispensable.

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

With some difficulty, Jill rose from the snow and tugged at the hem of Bourkeso's clothes.

A somewhat immature hand was pointing at Amber and Madolph in the midst of the argument.

"I'm probably going to argue about the day when you actually embark on the path of trial."

Bourkeso reached out and crossed Jill's head with a hearty smile on his face.

What we see today, Bourkeso didn't experience back then.

At that time, he was only the least conspicuous of the barbarians, and he had neither the title of genius nor the decisive character.

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

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

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

Sonya, who is resolute and brave by nature, is the most dazzling one even if she searches for all the barbarians who exist in the world.

Except for a little arrogance in the character, there are no shortcomings.

But what about arrogance?

When facing demons, no matter how bad and how bad the attitude is, it is a matter of course, and demons are not worthy of respect!

Jill looked at the ancestors who were watching the excitement with a search in his eyes.

For him, these illusory souls of the body are undoubtedly new enough.

"It's going to be a few years later, and now I just want to get the barbarian-style barbecue you mentioned earlier."

Jill straightened up, trying to resemble the posture of the shirtless barbarian ancestors, and shouted loudly.

"Good boy, a bit of a barbarian!"

There was a voice from among the ancestors, and then there was a loud laugh with good-naturedness.

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

Instead of thinking about how to defeat the demons and the terrible Angel of Death, they began to think about the continuation of the barbarian race.

After all, after leaving the world of fierce battles, they don't have to endure the never-ending flames of war.

In the snow on this mountain, there are the ashes of the last barbarians who followed the Immortal King, and those survivors who wander outside can probably continue the legend of the barbarians.

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

Bourkeso unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his scarred, muscular physique.

He began to take out the armor that had accompanied him for countless years from his backpack and wore them one by one.

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

There was a dark red glow in every crevice of the hideous armor.

It was the mark left by the blood of the demons that had gradually penetrated into the metal.

Jill looked at the armor that Bourkeso had put on, and his eyes were full of yearning.

Barbarians certainly love armor, but they rarely focus on forging armor.

Because only by inheriting the glorious armor can they feel comfortable. Otherwise, it's like it's in a tin can.

According to Madolphk, it was the armor of glory that prevented him from better feeling the burning pleasure of the demon's blood splashing on his body.

Even after becoming the strongest barbarian, Bourkeso didn't like the feeling of being fully armoured, and he didn't need the gift from the glory of his ancestors, after all the combat skills were fused into one, the armor was only left to increase his defense.

But he still wore this armor on his body solemnly.

What they are about to do is to perform the traditional ritual of the barbarians, and the armor inherited from them is one of the symbols of the glory of the barbarians.

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

It was a force of the most powerful barbarians, capable of keeping all demons out of their path, and making the Demon Kings of Hell tremble at the sight of their names.

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

Wearing this armor represents the inheritance of the glory of the barbarians.

When Bourkeso becomes the third Immortal King, his usual armor will also become a symbol of glorious succession.

Although he was always shirtless and wielding two knives across the battlefields of hell, he still wore skirt armor and combat boots.

To the point that the barbarians after him could only fight shirtless and launch the embarrassing thing of the festival.

"Bourkeso!"

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

The festival has begun!

"Me, Madoc!"

The body of the ancestor of Madoc appeared in front of Bourkeso, and the weapon in his hand was the heavy weapon that looked like an elongated axe blade, Madoc's sadness.

"The most wonderful opening for the glory of savagery!"

Madocker's voice silenced the cries of the ancestral spirits, and a loud shout spread through every corner of the sacred mountain of Harlogas.

With that, Madolph's body condensed into a physical entity and appeared there.

Huge weapons swept towards Bourkeso's waist!

Bourkeso already held the Legend of the Oath Warden and the Blue Fury in his hands, staggered like scissors in the path of the great axe.

A loud metal crash sounded, kicking off the festival!

……

"Head, did you hear that shout?"

One of the agents cringed and shouted at Rumlow.

The cries of the barbarians before certainly reached their ears.

"I'm not deaf!"

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

In the frenzied cries of the savages, their bodies began to tremble involuntarily.

"Shall we contact HQ?"

Rumlow ignored his subordinates' questions this time, and looked at the top of the mountain with a somewhat gloomy look, not knowing what he was thinking.

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

Rumlow put down the sentence and took the lead.

Rumlow, who heard the voice of the savage, thought he had found a way forward, and he had to figure out what had caused the mountain to appear here anyway.

Not for S.H.I.E.L.D., but for the Hydra in his heart that must never be forgotten!

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

Perhaps it was fate, and at the moment when Rumlow made up his mind to move in the direction from which the barbarian's roar came, his courage was recognized by the holy mountain of Hallogas.

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

After all, even the Demon King of Hell will flinch when faced with barbarians, and who would dare to face the wrath of barbarians?