A banquet with only three people was still open.

The Ancient One and Bourkeso were still the same as before, strolling through the snow on the sacred mountain of Harorgas in their thin clothes.

Poor Jill was wrapped like a ball at this time, and even then he could still feel the cold enveloping him.

"Jill, the day you become a warrior, you will walk from here to the Elder Temple bare-chested with a small hand axe and a broken wooden round shield, and then be tested by the ancestors!"

"Although there are no more ferocious beasts to be found on the mountains now, it may be enough for your body to do this."

Bourkeso's words sounded exaggerated, and there was a heartfelt smile on that chapter's majestic face, so Jill didn't believe it.

He thinks it's an adult's lie, just to amuse him and have fun.

"I can do it, don't underestimate me!"

In order to prevent Bourkeso from achieving his "evil" goal, Jill swore loudly!

The sacred mountain of Harogas is inhabited by the spirits of countless ancestors, who do not communicate with people most of the time, and do not manifest themselves.

But when they heard such a "weak" child respond loudly to the next Immortal King they recognized, they still couldn't hold back the curiosity in their hearts and showed their figures.

When Jill appeared on the sacred mountain of Harlogas, all the ancestors felt that the child was weak compared to the barbarians, as if he was about to die.

But what brave savage wouldn't want to look at this brave boy after hearing his proclamation?

Well, it's an interesting misunderstanding, but straight-gut barbarians don't care about that.

"Bourkeso, where did you find such a courageous child? When he is put to the test, let me be his examiner! I've defeated the plague king's difficult big guy, let him enter my secret realm! ”

One of the ancestors jumped out and shouted at Bourkeso.

This volume is hoarseness even for a savage accustomed to loud noises.

The loud noise startled Jill, and he almost fell to the ground and rolled out like a ball.

"Maddock! Don't talk about how difficult it is to defeat the plague king, but I chopped the neck choker in three or two clicks, this good seedling is a waste for you, do you want him to learn from you, for a voice that can't tell the source of the voice, die alone in an unknown corner? ”

Another ancestor jumped out and began to fight for the power of Jill's inheritance, even going so far as to mention Madoc's pain points to hit the other party.

"Ample! You guy who has been dead for I don't know how many years! Your set is long outdated! ”

"Hah! Weapons of glory will be lost, don't you see those little ones holding 'Madoc's sorrow'! ”

As for the other Ancestors, their interest in Jill had been suppressed by the quarrel between Madoc and Ample.

After all, what soul in this place doesn't have some glorious past?

Even the most of these souls are the barbarians whose names have not even been handed down, for whom it seems more important to see the jokes of Madolph and Ample.

They have basically given up on the idea of competing for this brave heir, and the best warriors will inherit the best inheritance.

Most of these barbarian ancestors thought so.

It was only then that Jill really realized that the exaggerated test method that Bourkeso had said earlier was not a joke.

As soon as his feet softened, he slipped and fell to the ground, and at the same time he felt a chill in his heart.

But remembering the battle scene of Bourkeso and Death, for the first time he had a strong urge in his heart, this time not for someone else, not for revenge, but to be stronger.

From the bottom of his heart, he wanted to gain power, to be the one who dared to snatch weapons and fight to get the barbarian no matter what he faced.

What he is looking for may not be strong, but fearless bravery.

"These souls don't seem to be the same as ghosts?"

Gu Yi looked at the ancestors who suddenly appeared, and asked Bulkeso with some curiosity.

"The holy mountain of Harogas shelters the barbarians, and the souls of the barbarians will not be destroyed and will not leave the holy mountain. Except for those three special beings. ”

With that hearty smile, Bourkeso replied to the Ancient One.

Souls are not indestructible in the world of Diablo, but only the Barbarian Ancestors on the Holy Mountain of Harogas are special.

Their experience and will will be passed on.

"Bourkeso, those funny guys have been in the mountains for days, what the hell are you going to do?"

One of the Patriarchs spoke to Bourkeso, his expression as if he had a big opinion of the agents who had come in before him.

"What's wrong? What else could those guys look for in the mountains that they shouldn't see? ”

Bourkeso replied to the ancestor with some boredom.

"Mainly, the way they're looking is starting to get a little too far."

Hearing this, Bourkeso threw his mind into the sacred mountain of Harlogas, and looked at the group of agents through the eyes of the ancestors.

……

"Captain! There's nothing on this mountain, we've been here for days, and we don't even have a way to the top! ”

An agent dressed in thick clothing spoke to Rumlow, who was walking in front, kicking open a rock buried in the snow.

It was the first time he had kicked the rock off, and it had been as if they had been spinning in place every day since they had climbed this strange mountain.

But I couldn't find the track I had ever been.

Even if you leave a mark in the same place, after turning around, it seems to be back where you are, but the mark left behind is gone.

After these guys came to the holy mountain of Harlogas, they made their way to the top of the mountain every day, but they could not get even a step closer to the top.

Even with high-tech positioning devices, they can only see their position in place.

If it weren't for the tiredness coming from their bodies, they all began to wonder if they had fallen into a dream.

"Are you trying to say if it's time for us to go back?"

Rumlow looked at the partner who was asking the question, anger in his eyes.

If there's anyone who is under the most pressure these days, who else is Rumlow, who else is leading the team?

From the day they arrived, the mountain had brought a strong sense of frustration to the battle-hardened agents, the feeling of moving towards their goal, but everything told them that they were doing useless work, which was too bad.

Even though these guys have seen countless supernatural events, situations like this one are unheard of.

"Shall we just go back like this? I haven't seen any danger these days, and you mean to go back like this!? ”

Brock Rumlow, known as Crossbones, is one of the best front-line figures in S.H.I.E.L.D., and although he is not the kind of reckless guy, his patience has been exhausted in this endless snow.

"Captain, do I mean do you want to ask for support from headquarters?"

The nervous team member who was annoyed by Rumlow's roar cowered a little as he spoke.

Rumlow had always been hot-tempered, and the poor member didn't want to be inviolent.

Every part of the sacred mountain of Harogas has been stained with demonic flesh, and those who are not frank enough will only be turned away from it.

After all, how can a guy who can't even face himself be called brave?