"Why do you think I'll tell you this if you ask?"

Vorusk unsuspectingly let the filthy stuff smash his head and face, and looked at Madolphk with his eyes twinkle.

There was not the slightest wavering or retreat in the majestic body.

Perhaps, in the eyes of Vorusk, there is nothing to give him in.

"Cut, the Great Immortal King didn't do it on the battlefield twice, why do you think I'm afraid of your power?"

Madoc said loudly.

With an axe, he smashed a piece of demon into shredded flesh.

Madolph did not look back to observe what Vorusk looked like, he did not care about these things.

What if he angered Vorusk?

Killed on a holy mountain?

Or will Vorusk expel Madoc from the holy mountain of Harogas in the name of the Immortal King?

No kidding!

The Three Ancestors were the chosen goalkeepers of the original Bulkeso, and this was not something that Vorusk could change.

"Maddock, shut up! Now concentrate on cleaning the outside of the holy mountain! ”

Talik couldn't help but snort.

Of course, not for some reason like "you can't offend Vorusk".

Every savage is not easily afraid of anything.

He just felt that it was more important to concentrate on fighting now.

"Boring question."

Vorusk's expression was a little gloomy.

But under the cover of the demon's blood, the subtle loss in his expression went unnoticed.

At that time, Vorusk didn't watch everything go to the worst end, but the Immortal King, who was already a ghost, couldn't be distracted elsewhere when blocking Rasma.

Vorusk didn't say anything, and the whole person walked silently on the battlefield.

Iron Boots stepped on the plasma mixed with the snow, and every step was not neat.

Plasma mixed with dirt stuck to his boots, pulling out a long thread of silk with each step.

There is no earthy fragrance in the fishy stench, and there is no natural force.

That crushing battle was a hard thing to talk about in Vorusk's heart.

How could Vorusk, who was saved by the explosion of the World Stone, be proud of this?

"What is our mission now?"

Colick trampled the ground and trampled a large chunk of the demon into minced flesh, covered in flesh and blood, and opened his mouth to speak.

Then casually said that a piece of demonic flesh spit out of his mouth, and his eyes were a little wandering.

"Do you think there will be other tasks for goalkeeping? Kolik, it's enough to let these crumbs stop in front of the gates of the Holy Mountain now! ”

Tarik swung his heavy sword in his hand, emptied the splatters of flesh with a burst of rain, and then said to Kolik:

"Let Karga do the counter-offensive, we just need to hold this place."

"Then why did Vorusk come here? Just to see what we say about those scum grinding? ”

Maddock asked, glancing at Vorusk, who had walked a little farther away.

The three ancestors will not understand what Vorusk wants to do.

This secret realm is different!

Jotun Kuller's intervention, as well as the archangel and the demon god himself.

Could there be anything else in it?

Vorusk needs to see with his own eyes and fulfill his responsibilities as a witness and referee.

It's just a battle, a battle that has opened the scars in the hearts of countless ancestors.

……

"Ancestor Orak, are you going to take us into battle?"

Jessica looked at the burly figure in front of her and asked with some hesitation.

Orak is not the ancestor who died in this battle, he wants to be even older.

This is not his battlefield, let alone his obsession.

Even if this battle is just as painful and sad.

Jessica looked at Orac in front of her, only to feel that this ancestor, who had always been gentle to her, had become a little cold.

This made Jessica a little uneasy.

"No, I'm just responsible for keeping you two safe."

Orac closed his eyes and said.

There was no frowning brow, but he clenched the palm of the God of War Blade tightly.

He didn't want to see even the slightest picture of this battle, because he was afraid that he would not be able to help but rush towards the archangel and the two demon gods in anger.

Death in battle is the best destination for a warrior, but victory is the ultimate glory!

Orark's death was exchanged for the glory of victory, in exchange for the continuation of the barbarian race.

He didn't complain.

But what can victory in this battle bring?

Those who fought in the war would have grieved even more for the tragedy of the past after the battle.

All the blame will be on Bourkeso.

It's not fair.

It's not fair at all for fighters!

And fighters?

He didn't see what he wanted to see, could a group of people who looked like tourists be called warriors?

"So, in what direction should we start fighting?"

Luke asked, confused.

Luke sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere, but there was no better thing for him to do than ask a question like a fool.

Jessica held his hand with a calm expression.

There is not the slightest hint of nervousness.

Bourkeso said that the ancestors would protect their lives.

This death-free battle relieved her nerves.

Madolph had no intention of fighting with Luke.

Luke isn't the one guarding the gates of the Holy Mountain!

Gatekeeper is a glorious identity, that is the recognition of the first ancestors!

And Luke is a lot worse.

"Start with the direction where you can see the demons, and try to survive the battle."

Orak said casually.

He headed towards the two guys not far away.

Abomination and Purple Man.

It was also his job to guard these two guys with a little bit of Diablo's breath.

This is a bit overkill, and the god of war, Orak, can bring more powerful help on the battlefield.

But Orrac spent all his voice in a battle to turn the tide, and it was not yet the most dangerous moment.

"Let's go! Luke! ”

Jessica grabbed Luke's hand and walked in the direction of the tower.

It was a relatively safe place on the battlefield, and the recruits were all standing on the watchtower under the arrangement of the old general of Qualkek.

Whether it's throwing an axe or archery, it's up to them.

If you feel that your actions are worthless, then it is okay to rush to the frontal battlefield.

It's not their fight, the recruits are just here for sightseeing.

The scales of victory and defeat are never in their hands.

Jessica didn't notice Orlac's disappointment, or when Orac chose to close his eyes motionlessly, Jessica couldn't feel the god of war's hunger.

"Ancestor, when will I be eligible to inherit the responsibilities of the Great Bear Tribe?"

Jessica shouted without replying.

Orac didn't answer her.

The Big Bear Tribe is over, it's over! The last living pure Great Bear Tribe savage is dead.

Jessica wants to inherit this responsibility?

At least after she understood what fighting was.

After drinking the demon's foul-smelling blood in his mouth, and chewing on the stone-like limbs of the Earth Devil to satisfy his hunger!

In the battle, his skin was torn by countless sharp claws, and the scars on his body that could not be healed were stacked on top of each other!

Be prepared to die in every battle, and know the moment you will become food for the devil after every time you are hit!

When you can't see the slightest chance of victory, the moment when you can still unwaveringly use your greatest strength to deliver the weapon to the mouths of those scum is the birth of a warrior!

Orak is very harsh on warriors, and Jessica thinks she is a warrior, but apparently she is not!

"Let's go, the fight is not for escape."

Luke tugged at Jessica and said.

There is no need to wait any longer, the ancestors are ready to go!

The old fellows were all well packed up one by one, waiting for the recoil horn to sound.

"Demons are never tireless, and so are we."

Orak watched the two young barbarians walk to the front and spoke slowly.

Time is the most unforgiving.

Fade it all away.

It's as if Orac swore to remember that child forever, and now he can't even remember the child's face.

"I'm going to rush up and fight hard, old bear! Are you ready to witness the cub's claws? ”

Banal said casually, carrying a heavy knife that was easy to slash at.

Old Bear is what he called Orark, and this moment was like the last time the two ancestors met when they were alive.

Banal will always stand behind Orak!

Whether it's a position or a philosophy.

Berserker Banar will always put the will of the god of war before his own!

In the wrath of the imperfect Berserker, Orlac's voice and will were his only beliefs.

"You're not a bear anymore, do what you want to do. Banar. ”

Orac didn't make the slightest movement, just said softly.

He was afraid that once his body moved, he would put aside all his worries and rush to the front line.

Whether it's taking care of two inexplicable and wonderful homes, or taking care of the lives of young people.

None of this was something he wanted.

It's just that Orac needs this job.

Warriors do not fight under protection forever, and on the battlefield, no one can be trusted except for their comrades who are fighting together.

That's what Orak wants to tell those recruits.

"The glory of the Great Bear, in the name of the barbarians of the Great Bear Tribe."

Banar stretched out his fist and placed it in front of Orak.

Banar prepared for the worst.

He always did.

Fight to the death, fight to the point that the berserker who loses his mind can no longer wield the weapon in his hand!

Fight until even the teeth that can bite the enemy fall out and the nails are blown off!

"Go, Banar, and hope that after the soul is dead, there will be a place for us to meet."

Orac said softly.

It's a revenge and a fight for the future!

Vorusk went to find the guy who had been hidden for a long time, and these ancestors who would not wield weapons against the demon gods and angels would be ready to give everything.

Make that guy pay!

"Rasmar can influence the soul of that one? I still find it hard to believe. ”

Banar babbled and left the place.

"That's what Vorusk said, that noble guy was even stronger than Vorusk when he was alive."

Orac said.

He didn't know if Banal could hear it, but it didn't matter.

This sentence was originally what he said to himself.

The God of War will appear on the toughest battlefield and turn the tide! Just like he did when he was alive.

"A battle to the death, or a battle for survival?"

"Cassius, you should be in Calgar's ranks."

Orak said to Cassius who suddenly appeared.

This reckless guy died in this war.

He shouldn't be here.

"Do you know about the death of Leoric's rampant Skeletron? If you knew, you wouldn't have said something like that. ”

Cassius said with a look of contempt and mockery on his face:

"It's sad to die and die. But the guy was finally able to rest in peace. ”

"Sacrifice, I thought you were used to it."

Orak opened his eyes, anger in his eyes replacing them.

In the hollow eye sockets, only two flames of burning anger were burning.

"The barbarians have never let anyone die before we do, Orrak! Before I died, I didn't let any of my tribesmen die before me! ”

Cassius said with some pride.

The leader of another era of the Great Bear Tribe.

The chieftain after Kotur!

The Great Bear Tribe is always like this, and the chief is always the first to die on the battlefield.

It's like lining up early, waiting for death one by one.

The powerhouses of the Great Bear tribe have long planned to become chiefs, that is, to write their names on the front row of the death notebook!

"I didn't do it, are you here to question me?"

Orlac's body stood in place like a sculpture, the fire in his sockets breaking free from the constraints and flowing down Orlac's face like flowing water.

And then ignited the blade of the god of war!

"I'm just telling you, this time it's the same as back then, the young people who are alive are the future. If you die, you will only be sad tears! ”

Cassius said this, his arm pointing at Jessica, who had just climbed the watchtower.

Orac didn't like Jessica much, and the legacy at the time was more of a helpless choice.

Orlac treats Jessica gently, but that's not the attitude towards the heir!

Only harsher treatment can give the fighters a greater chance of survival.

"She is the only barbarian of the Great Bear Tribe!"

Cassius said as he looked at Orak in front of him.

Natasha inherited his Cassius way of fighting, but Natasha was a barbarian, not a barbarian of the Great Bear Tribe.

Even if the status of the tribe is lower than that of the group, it is still noble!

"And then? You need my guidance on where to fight, and such a warrior is not worthy of the glory of the Great Bear! ”

The blade of the god of war in Orak's hand burned in the flames, and bursts of light flickered continuously.

"Do you just think she's your toy? Or does Orlac, the god of war, need an obedient rag doll to make up for his guilt for that child!? ”

Cassius walked up to Orac and yelled at Orlac's face.

Anger is visible to the naked eye.

Cassius' desire to shelter his people has never wavered!

The same as when he was alive!

He will find the enemy for the death of his people!

He'll hunt down the wolves for the fact that the lambs in the tribe have been stolen by the wolves!

Everything in the tribe is the target of his protection!

Use his own strength and the fear of his enemies as an umbrella for the Big Bear Tribe!

This is Cassius' will as a chieftain!

"If you want to do that, take care of her life yourself!"

Orak looked at the angry face in front of him, and Cassius said calmly.

Orac had no intention of saving Jessica's life from the fight from the beginning!

He is the god of war, the harshest being for warriors.

Save the weaker people?

Of course! It's the chief's responsibility!

Just save an immature warrior?

God of War wouldn't do that!

Orak, known as the god of war, has no mercy in the face of war!

Always shouting "A warrior deserves to die in battle", his mercy has always been for those who are unable to fight.

Unqualified fighters will be eliminated naturally, and Orak will not save them again and again.

"You and I both know what this battle means to Bourkeso! I'm not going to let go of my responsibilities and do what is supposed to be yours. ”

Cassius rubbed his belt, flicking his braided beard.

He knew he hadn't been able to get Orlac to change his mind.

"Then you just shut up! My resolution is not something you can challenge! ”

Orlac's body began to burn with rage!

This is the wrath of Orlac, the wrath of death!

What is the purpose of the battle?

For Orlac, the purpose of the fight is to bring death!

Neither the opponent's nor his death!

The coldest ancestor on the Holy Mountain!

The most demanding ancestors on the Holy Mountain for warriors!

The most fanatical ancestor on the Holy Mountain!

For the meticulous gentleness of the clansmen, for the ancestors who are cold to the warriors and will only ignore death!

God of War Orak!

The founder of the legend of the Great Bear Tribe!

My heart is filled with fear, but I turn it into fuel and keep fighting!

In the face of battle, icy rage, anger that can burn yourself out!

This is the true face of Orak, the god of war!

"But I can change your approach, I can change this outcome!"

Cassius grabbed his beard and said with a tough look in his eyes!

"Barbarians never change the will of others!"

"So I'm only going to change the result you choose!"

Cassius and Orac confronted each other.

In his empty hand came the hammer he had cherished in his youth.

Molten slag!

In the face of the God of War Blade, Cassius's fists could not resist that kind of edge.

Even if he can continue his life and existence by ignoring the pain, he will not be able to make his arm match the legend of the God of War Blade!

"You're going to fight me before you go on the march? What do you think of the battle! Bastard! ”

The fury on Orlac's body has burned his skin!

Bursts of arrogance spread, constantly approaching Cassius.

"You know, Cassius's pride! Your anger won't affect me even the slightest! ”

Cassius patted his belt and said as he looked at Orlac, who was taller than him, with his head held high.

He didn't need any state, he didn't need anger to bless his body, and Orak was already more than two meters four meters tall.

A burly body like a mountain rock that never gives in!

"So, warriors! Are you ready for death? ”

Orlac's voice was rigidly muffled.

The rage made his body sound of grease ignition.

"I've already died once, but even if you ask me this question, I'll only say that I'm the one who survives!"

Cassius clutched the molten slag and laughed wildly!

Born to die?

Cassius never thought of it that way!

Even when he died, he always thought he was the one who survived!

Cassius, who died of his injuries because he couldn't feel the pain, thought he was alive even the moment he appeared on the holy mountain as the spirit of the ancestors!

Two legends born in different eras, two leaders of the Great Bear tribe who have been separated by hundreds of years.

The two have completely different attitudes towards their clansmen!

……

"You're just watching them fight?"

Johanna stood beside Bourkeso, following Bourkeso's gaze as she watched the confrontation between Cassius and Orlac.

"You're going to let me use my own power to change the will of the two legends?"

Bourkeso said calmly.

Not like wavering, he didn't intervene in this clash of ideas.

Whose ideas are noble?

Whose perception is correct?

No kidding!

The soul is the noblest!

The will is the noblest thing!

Is there a being that can be called legendary that can be easily influenced?

"If I say to you this, everything you believe in is vain! Everything you insist on is wrong, and will you turn your back on your faith because I said it? Johannah! ”、

Bourkeso turned his head to look at Johanna in front of him, his voice was not cold.

But I don't hear much mildness.

This is somewhat different from Johannah's impression of Bourkeso.

"Maybe? But what if I said yes? ”

Johannah said heartily.

It seemed that nothing would make her feel embarrassed.

"You're young, Johannah!

You are too young to follow the trail of Tyrell's fall for that ethereal prophecy! ”

Bourkeso said with some disappointment.

He thought that after Masayar's devastating attack, Johanna would become more mature.

Qiao Hanna, who is less than thirty years old, is just a little more mature than Li Min, who is less than twenty years old.

There is no teaching of the years, there is no long experience.

These young people are always a little plain ridiculous.

"So you're only going to talk to Karashim about that? Bourkeso, you're as cold as the stone I'm sitting on! ”

Johanna said with some annoyance.

As a fighter who has endured a series of bitter battles, Johannah considers herself mature enough.

Johannah, who has witnessed countless tragedies firsthand, thinks that she should be mature enough in the eyes of Bourkeso.

"Do you think Nazpodo is old?"

Bourkeso wiped the blood from his face, it was a wound from the battle with Reco, and this little time was not enough time for his body to recover.

With that, Bourkeso poured a bottle of liquor into his mouth.

It's not like the heroes in the biographies, spilling wine all over their bodies.

The drink entered Bourkeso's stomach without any waste, and then flowed out of the wound in his abdomen.

With blood.

Johanna looked at Bourkeso and furrowed her brows.

"Hundred-year-old? One hundred or two hundred? ”

Johannah said as she guessed.

Nazpo always behaved very calmly, and rarely showed much emotion.

He always made Johannah feel twilight.

"Twenty-eight years old!"

Bourkeso looked deeply at Johannah and said.

Nazpo was only twenty-eight years old!

He can wander through many magical worlds, and there is no match for the jungle that he grew up in!

His knowledge was also obtained from those magical worlds, as if he were born with it! It was the gift of countless souls mingling with Him!

Nazpo was banished by his people, leaving him to live in seclusion! Waiting for death in vain!

The witch doctors who weren't strong enough said he was despising souls!

But only Nazpo obeyed the will of those souls!

Among the witch doctors in the Invisible Lands, only Nazpo is powerful enough to make the Demon King of Hell face it!

The other witch doctors are as weak as those toads at Nazpo's feet!

"Maturity, it has nothing to do with your age! Johannah! ”

Bourkeso ran a finger through the belly and pressed the wound in the stomach!

This prevented the wine from continuing to flow out of the wound.

"I'm not mature enough? Maturity isn't like you, being a blind eye to everything. ”

Johannah said calmly.

"I was just watching things happen!"

Bourkeso's eyes widened as he looked at Johanna.

The wound, which had healed a little, ripped open again, and blood continued to flow.

"I'm just! Never try to change the will of others! Johannah! You should see with your own eyes, not ask me what I think! ”

Bourkeso said nonchalantly!

A pair of eyes were on Cassius and Orlac.

There is mostly only one kind of winner on the battlefield, and that is the one who survives!

But this is not the case in battles between clansmen!

In this kind of battle, the winner is the one who gains the right to kill the other side!

"All right, Bourkeso. There is no answer to this question.

All I want to know now is what the hell are you planning? ”

Johanna calmed down and asked Bourkeso solemnly.

Halfway up the mountain, the pioneers led by Karga were ready to rush out.

They know where Barr and Mephisto are, and this time they want to use their own power to end the threat of those two demon gods!

The vanguard will forge a path in the Demon Sea to the Demon God's location!

The main forces will appear in front of those two demon gods without damage!

And those ancestors who didn't hit it, one by one, all looked serious, as if they were waiting for something to appear!

The most abnormal is Vorusk!

The Immortal King was walking towards a remote place step by step, and his steps were rare and hesitant.

"Plan a soul."

Bourkeso said as usual.

Then he took out another bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.

The wounds on his body slowly scabbed, and the blood stains on his body made him look a little sloppy.

His beard was dyed red, and his body looked like his tattered armor was stained with blood.

This armor is the most common combat state of Bourkeso.

After finishing the battle with Reco, Bourkeso's failure to replace the armor speaks for itself.

That's why Johannah asks.

"A battle?"

Johanna said as she looked at Bourkeso in front of her.

His demeanor was a little shaken.

"Nazpo told me that he once felt this soul."

Bourkeso said more, then remained silent.

Vorusk knew whose soul it was, and understood that awakening that soul could lead to danger.

But he didn't hesitate.

This is what the cowardly Immortal King Vorusk must do!

"Who is it?"

Johanna asked thoughtfully.

But Bourkeso did not give an answer.

The Ancient One stood on the watchtower, watching the Three Ancestors continue to sweep through the demon tide.

The expression was a little serious.

She had done her best to imagine the horror of the demon army, but when she stood on the front line herself, she felt the indescribable pressure.

A huge demon that looks like a towering building is pushing forward unwaveringly.

The target is the wall beneath her feet!

The city of Harogas is not only accessible from the direction of the Holy Mountain Gate.

And this is going to be another tragic battlefield!

The nameless ancestors around him waited solemnly one by one, the ballista, the stone thrower, and the various obstacles placed on the ground on the inside of the city walls.

All this shows that the barbarians are ready for the city wall to be breached!

The battle itself was so terrible!

Countless weapons turned to pieces!

Most of the spare equipment on the weapon rack was used to shreds.

The Hell Host will climb the walls with countless demons!

Siege Assault Beasts will break through the fortified walls, turning the defense into a hand-to-hand fight.

The demons are endless!

"Rasuk! Didn't you tell me where the logistics were on the city walls!"

Tony roared.

There was a bit of panic in his voice.

Whoever sees the dense army of demons will think like this.

Tony wondered if he could hurt the demons with technology like missiles!

If one day the demon army starts attacking humanity, will the human defense line be effective?

"Don't make such a fuss! This is the best place to repair weapons. When the weapons are repaired, the warriors can be thrown into battle immediately. ”

Rasuk stood by the wall and looked at it and said:

"I'm telling you, we're not a convoy without combat! I can blow the demon's head with a hammer if I need to! ”

"How strong is the demon?"

Tony asked.

Suddenly my mind flashed to the corrupted Dalik I had seen in London at that time.

If the demon army could reach that level, then humanity would not be much better at facing demons than when those militias met American GIs.

"How strong? It's a question that makes it a little hard for me to answer. ”

Rasuk scratched his head, turned to Aunt Marat, and asked.

"Aunt Marat, how strong is the demon?"

"Strong? No matter how strong it is, it will never be stronger than Bourkeso, Rasuk. ”

Aunt Marat took a cloth and wiped the axe from her hand.

This is a battle that does not require a doctor, so Aunt Marat took up arms.

"Do you hear that, Tony? It won't be better than Bourkeso. ”

Rasuke casually dealt with Tony.

His mind had long been immersed in the battle itself.

In that battle, the barbarians had many more warriors than they do now!

After all, not every barbarian will appear on the Holy Mountain in the form of a soul after dying in battle.

Warriors without obsession and the dead who tremble in battle and lose their will to fight will only become part of the holy mountain.

without being woken up.

It's brutal, but it's not blaming.

"If I were stronger than Bourkeso, I wouldn't be here!"

Tony felt a little hairy in his heart.

Such an answer was not acceptable to him.

"You won't die! The Ancestors can throw you out of this secret realm at any time. ”

Rasuk said

But he looked a little worried.

He was a bright and lively young man who had not lived as many years as Tony did.

He sensed the strangeness of this secret place.

"Don't care about that, do you have to wait for death in silence in the face of an invincible enemy? It's all about fighting, that's all. ”

Rumlow said, hugging a helmet.

This type of helmet surprised him.

After all, the experience of finding equipment in the secret realm is still quite rare, and this time the equipment was actually distributed.

"How can I charge on the walls?"

Casillas tapped his helmet and said.

The walls of the city of Harogas were not thin at all, they were even thick.

Catapults were placed on the walls of the city to allow room for battle.

But Casillas, who had inherited the Kanuk way of fighting, felt that it was not enough.

The way of charging that constantly draws strength from the collision does not support sharp turns.

The environment limited his combat effectiveness.

"You can rush from one side to the other!"

Reco said as he patted Casillas on the shoulder, pointing his finger in the direction of the old general Qualkek.

Over there, General Ross was standing there skeptical.

General Ross himself intends to return to his army to track down Mordok's information.

But before he could tell the barbarians about his intention to leave here, he was shrouded in the open secret realm.

"My teacher, I should say, was a former teacher."

Casillas said as he looked at the side of the Ancient One.

There was a hint of depression in his tone.

He still couldn't completely forget what he had been like as a mage.

"What, you're going to get revenge?"

Matthew asked casually.

"Nope! That's the result of my lack of greed! It's all my problem! I should reflect on myself! ”

Casillas opened his mouth and roared loudly!

The sound was almost like a war cry.

Admit the mistake of the stream war cry?

"Hahaha! What did Kanuk do to you? ”

Reco patted Matthew on the shoulder and laughed loudly.

Conditioned reflexes, Iker Casillas of Canuk have been made.

Casillas is now an excellent fighter.

It's just that I'm a little too nervous when facing the problem.

"Nothing. Ancestor Kanuk taught me something. It's the kind that was instilled in my head in the toughest way. ”

Casillas said with some embarrassment.

He felt a dull pain in his jaw.

"Let's eat something first, and when the demons break through the lines of trebuchets and ballistae and rush here, it will take about half an hour?"

Matthew said.

The noisy environment is not particularly suitable for him to play.

However, after becoming a barbarian, his strong physical fitness made him not lose his ability to fight because of too loud voices.

The barbarian battlefield has always been noisy.

The shouting and scolding and the war cry will never stop.

If a barbarian is disturbed by noise, he won't be able to fight well.

"Eat~ what?"

The killer monkey climbed on Matthew's head and flipped through Matthew's hair.

As a monkey's nature, rummaging for lice is an instinctive move.

"Here, this!"

Casillas pulled a French brow-raising stick out of his backpack and shoved it into Matthew's hand.

The killer monkey climbed forward and glanced forward, turned his head with disdain, and began to rummage for lice again.

"Brown bread? And so long? ”

Matthew asked, somewhat confused.

This is the work of Canuk, and in order to make Casillas better understand the rights and wrongs of the basics, he prepared a lot of such bread.

"I think I might need a little broth."

Matthew tried to break the bread, but it didn't work.

"By the way, it seems that Aunt Marat was preparing food while being in charge of treating the wounded?"

Rasuk asked with a thoughtful expression.

The hammer in his hand smashed on the iron felt, making a not-so-pleasant sound.

"I forgot that these young people still need to eat, and that's not a good idea."

Aunt Marat said casually, took out a large cauldron from the miscellaneous items piled up on the side, and after a brief handling of the scene, she set up a simple stove.

"Who's going to fetch some water?"

Rumlow asked, glancing at the people around him.

Then he consciously picked up the pot on his back and jumped out under the city wall.

The snow everywhere is a good source of water when it is not stained with blood.

"Will we be able to get the food cooked in time for the battle to begin?"

Tony said irritably.

A diamond was thrust into the top of the much-cowering reactor in his chest.

Flawless royal diamonds, not too bad as a source of energy.

It's just that Rasuke punched a hole in the reactor with a chisel in the roughest way, and the process makes Tony break out in a cold sweat.

"Who knows? If you can't do it, you just put yourself in the mouth of the demon? The ancestors will protect you anyway. ”

Rasuk said casually.

Then they saw Recco walking up slowly, pacing.

"Lei~Leikou Ancestor!"

Reco looked at Reco with adoring eyes, her voice trembling a little.

"It's Ricco, did you get your wish?"

Lecco's voice was extraordinarily gentle.

Reco is a descendant of her blood.

Although she and Joritz's son were not able to retain their souls by the Holy One.

But the bloodline of the two people still continued well.

"I've been looking forward to this day for a long time."

Ryco said with a slight smirk, a little embarrassed.

She hadn't spoken to Reco in a long time.

As a descendant of Recco, she didn't survive even five battles, and she was a little ashamed to die in a molten trap in a ridiculous way.

"It's a fierce enough battle, I'm here to see you, and as long as you're judged by me to be incapable of fighting, you're leaving."

Lecco said.

The battle for the walls is generally the most tragic battleground.