"I said, you two boys are ready?"

Bourkeso said to Luke Cage and Matthew Murdoch with a hint of impatience on his face.

It wasn't that he was impatient because of the matter of these two boys, but that the Elder's Temple could hear the movement of his pickup truck over the mountains.

"We're already barbarians, so we need to do what we have to do."

Matthew was fearless in the face of Bourkeso, and after truly experiencing the baptism of the holy mountain of Harlogas, he was more pure than before.

Luke Cage looked at Bourkeso with a god-like gaze, and he wanted to be such a fearless warrior.

"So, let's go!"

Bourkeso completely let go of the impatience in his heart, and said slowly in the tone of an elder.

He reached out and took out two bottles filled with red potions from the eternal flames of the Elder's Temple.

Bourkeso's hand gently let go, and the two vials burrowed into Luke and Matthew's hands like birds in the forest.

"Now, you're savages."

Bourkeso finished saying this to the two boys in his rough voice, and then left the Elder's Temple on his own.

The rituals of the barbarians have always been simple, especially the recognition of these recruits.

Since it has been recognized by the holy mountain of Harogas, it represents the recognition of the barbarians.

"Wait a minute, and I'll send you back to Hell's Kitchen. And, Luke, remember your promises. ”

Bourkeso's voice reached the ears of the two men, and Luke looked at Matthew with a somewhat stunned expression.

It's a pity that no matter how many expressions he makes, he throws them to the blind man.

……

"So, more power can be gained on this mountain?"

Hawkeye's eyes widened as he looked at Rumlow, whose narration avoided the ordinary agents.

It's not that Rumlow is willing to tell Nick Fury's family about this, but Hawkeye has already met with Luke Cage and Matthew, and it's a whimsical thing to want to hide it.

"My mentor and I have already agreed that tomorrow's trial will be for you to watch."

Rumlow delicately stroked the broken hand axe with some notches in his hand, and said to Hawkeye.

He'd asked Rasuk to fix it once, but it didn't look like it was going to be able to survive the battle.

Is Hawkeye worth trusting?

Rumlow pondered silently.

Maybe this guy could be called a hero, but letting him know the news too soon wasn't necessarily a good thing.

Hydra also left a resounding name during World War II, and there is no reason why Hawkeye should not know.

But with Nick Fury in his hands on the news, Rumlow lost the advantage of being in the shadows.

S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra have long since become inseparable.

What he wants is a real fight, to destroy this hydra and make S.H.I.E.L.D. a real shield.

And the shield doesn't need much of its own thoughts.

"So, what can I see?"

Hawkeye's face was grim, and his eyes were fixed on Rumlow.

What was happening at the moment had long since exceeded his expectations for this task.

"One, I'm risking my life."

Rumlow said as he hung his axe back to his waist, and Rumlow, who stood up, casually slapped the snow on his body.

In the fourth trial, he himself did not have much faith, and after experiencing the dream of the holy mountain of Harogas like Matthew and the others, he was ready to die in the trial.

Now that he has completed most of his plan, even if he dies, Hydra will eventually be exposed to S.H.I.E.L.D. sight.

But he still hopes to continue to live, and only in this way can S.H.I.E.L.D. truly realize that world security has never been something that can be mastered by an arrogant organization.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is too powerful for the entire secular world, and they don't have any restraint except for the Spear Bureau inside the wall.

Problems are bound to arise in such institutions, and the difference is only a matter of time.

Supreme power will only be supreme evil long ago, and Rumlow is well aware of this.

"Then it's best if you come back alive and report back to the director in person."

Hawkeye has given up on Rumlow's temptation for the time being, and the next thing is to wait until tomorrow.

……

"Damn it! I say it again! Can't you forge a car yourself! ”

Bourkesso's figure appeared in the path of the pickup truck, and the Oath Keeper slammed into the front of the truck, sending the pickup flying over his head.

A bunch of ancestral spirits who were riding illegally fell to the ground like dumplings, making a series of muffled sounds.

These guys could obviously use the advantages of the soul body and appear intact to the side, but for the sake of this novel feeling, they all chose the thrill of this free fall.

"Hah! Bourkeso is angry! ”

With a wave of his hand, Madoc tossed a jar of wine at Bourkeso, a jar he had kept for many days.

He couldn't drink it without manifesting it, and it was just right to use it to appease Bourkeso's anger.

"Did you hit me again?"

There was a metallic grinding sound from the heavy armor in Voruske's hand, and the Immortal King's iron fists were colliding with each other.

Bourkeso grabbed the jug that was flying towards him, then raised a finger in the direction of Madolph.

Maddock understood that Bourkeso was telling them that it was up to them today, but only once.

The next moment, the pickup truck started, leaving only Madolph to look at the fast-moving pickup truck and let out a roar!

"Wait a minute! I haven't gotten in the car yet! ”

The ancestral spirits on the car continued to let out all kinds of roars there, looking heartless.

They no longer have to worry about the threat from the demons of hell, and one by one they play as if they have laid down some burden.

Before Madolph had time to say goodbye to Bourkeso, he used a charge to catch up. A series of footprints and wheel prints were left on the ground.

"What's wrong, Recou?"

Bourkeso drank the liquor that Madoc had given him, and said without looking back.

The soul of a female barbarian in monstrous armor appeared behind Bourkeso.

The legendary barbarian Reko, among the ancestors of the sacred mountain of Harogas, is second only to Voruske.

She gave the female barbarians their rightful place as warriors in this race of people who sought strength and justice.

"The two boys you brought, do you really plan to make them barbarians?"

Rekor's voice wasn't very nice, after all, her voice only had the spirit of a golden iron horse left over from the endless war.

Her tenderness had long since disappeared with the death of her husband.

Even when her lover died, she, as the commander of the barbarians, did not even have time to mourn.

For the rest of her life, she fought in her husband's trousers and a cuirass as a wedding gift, and that's all she could do.

Therefore, Bourkeso refused to give him the most primitive assault suit from Lecco, this original legendary suit represents not only Reco's legend, but also the tenderness of her passing.

"They have been recognized by the holy mountain of Harogas, and they are already able to proudly shout that they are a barbarian."

Bourkeso responded to Lecco's question.