The next day, Thor finally climbed to the gate of the Holy Mountain.

Looking at the huge snow-white sculpture standing high in front of the gate of the holy mountain, he let out a long breath.

The sculpture is in the form of a barbarian, holding aloft a monstrous battle axe, and stepping on one foot on a monster that is unsettling at the first sight, threatening to cut off the monster's head.

This is the snow sculpture left by Madolphk, the barbarian above is himself, and the demon below is Baal.

The idle and bored Madoc learned this craft over a long period of time, and from time to time he would make something new to enrich the scenery of the Holy Mountain.

"You're finally up?"

Talik was crouching on the other side of the gate rubbing a snowball that was already a man tall.

These ancestors have long been idle and panicked, and they can last for days if they find something to do.

"Now can you tell me why I'm here!"

Thor brushed the snow off his hair and spoke to Talik.

Originally, it was not a long distance to climb the holy mountain, but Thor, who was full of Myornir, was not very pure.

If it weren't for the fact that he was numb and only had the idea of climbing the mountain, I really can't tell when he will be able to come up.

"How do I know, you come with me to the Elder's Temple and wait for Bourkeso, he sent you."

Tarik lifted the giant snowball up, and a throw of the Elder Spear Boulder shattered Madoc's sculpture.

This will be the right thing to do, and the huge snowball will have no effect, in order to prevent being broken by Madoc and provoke him, Talik chooses to strike first.

When he was done, he turned around and walked in the direction of the Elder's Temple.

Thor shook his head, feeling the gap between himself and Talik, and then silently followed Talik.

On the other side of the gate of the Holy Mountain, Madoc looked at Talik's back suspiciously.

Everything that had happened before fell into his eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that his neck was choked by Kolic, he would have jumped and slashed the moment Talik threw the snowball.

"Lock my throat, huh! You're waiting for Kolik! ”

Madolph unleashed a threat at Colick behind him, in exchange for adding a few more strength to the arms around his neck.

Madoc wrapped his hand around Colic's arm, his body constantly trying to get out of control.

However, Colik's superb control skills made him useless.

"Madoc, are you going to disgrace the barbarian in front of a stranger?"

Colick grabbed Madoc by the neck and whispered. The angle of his arm shrank, and Madolph brought more pain.

"Also, what are you going to ask me to wait for you? Wait until you throw off the axe and say, 'I'm not fighting'? ”

Kolik pushed harder.

The battle between the three ancestors was always a draw between Madolph and Kolik, except for Talik, who was able to take advantage of one-on-one.

Most of their conflicts ended when Madolph gave up the fight.

After all, Madoc was able to see the outcome of the battle while he was alive, so his battles were always full of purpose.

After he became a deceased, his overly strong sense of purpose remained in his heart, so he was generally quite irritable.

"That's it! Let me go, I'll beat him up when Talik comes back. ”

Madoc yelled and cursed, and Colic let go of his arm.

"Are you sure you can smash the tortoise shell of 'Defender' Talik? That guy is even better at parrying than Karl Qiu, and what's worse is that he uses a heavy sword, and Karl Qiu's hedgehog doesn't want to fight him. ”

Kolik simply sat on the ground and began to rub snowballs, and when he squatted in front of the gate of the holy mountain, it seemed that there was nothing to do except rub snowballs.

After all, the most common thing on the Holy Mountain is snow everywhere, and there is no condition for doing something else.

"Big deal, I'll wait for Rumlow to come back and beat him, and Talik will go with him if he wants to beat Luke."

Madoc gritted his teeth, and then began to shovel snow with his great axe.

The white snow sculpture just now was destroyed, so he simply rebuilt it.

This time, though, he's going to carve a tarik under his feet.

At this time, Bruce Wayne was still picking an axe in the training ground, and Colick was not worried that Wayne would be lazy at all.

After all, Wayne's self-control is what Colick appreciates the most.

That kind of self-discipline and firm will that is beyond ordinary people has made Wayne's progress skyrocket.

Even when Wayne finishes his weapon-wielding training, he will go to Cassius to learn about martial arts.

The heir of Colik is too worry-free, and he is now like a professional who opens the door to the secret realm.

How do you describe this kind of person?

"Open/Shut Boy"?

……

Bourkeso had just gotten up to take Gil to the school bus, and put the dishes he had used for breakfast in the sink and rinsed them briefly.

Then he opened the portal and returned to the Holy Mountain of Harlogas.

Outside the Elder Temple, Rorschach was training with Reco, charging back and forth on both sides with his legs.

It's a bit boring, but it's the easiest and most effective way to master Rage Rush.

"Reco, it doesn't seem like a good thing to teach him to charge too early."

Bourkeso said, glancing at Rorschach's training.

"Have you forgotten that he was a barbarian of your Stag tribe? Learning technology has never been difficult for you. ”

Lecque's hoarse voice is very recognizable. Most of the time, the tone does not fluctuate in the slightest, like a dry teacher who can stimulate sleepiness.

Bourkeso also saw Kanuk behind the Elder's Temple, but he didn't say anything, he was used to it.

Besides, there was already a tacit understanding between Canok and Leko.

No one will take the initiative to mention the other, nor will they deliberately avoid it.

It's as if everything is going with the flow, although everyone knows that this "going with the flow" is simply cruel.

"Rorschach, have you figured it out?"

Bourkeso walked up to Rorschach and asked, and Rorschach stopped practicing.

"I still care, but I can wait until the time you say it comes."

Rorschach looked at Bourkeso in front of him seriously, choosing not to ask about those things.

His previous experience had made him realize that the people he was dealing with were just as stubborn as him.

"Then keep training, and come to me when you feel like you can enter the secret realm."

Bourkeso pulled out a bottle of his own wine and handed it to Lecco, unaware that he had become an "open/close boy".

"You know, I don't drink much."

Although Reco said so, she accepted Bourqueso's kindness.

This is considered to be the remuneration for helping Burkeso take the students.

Besides, although Leiko rarely drinks, she doesn't drink at all.

Every year, like an outsider, Rako barely attends.

But every year on the day of her wedding, she would borrow her anger from Bourkeso and come into the world.

She gets drunk only one day a year, as she always has.

"Well, there's another guy on the mountain, not young, but like a stupid child."

Bourkeso shouted in the direction of the Elder's Temple, intentionally or unintentionally.

Vorusk lived up to Burkeso's intentions and walked out with a stagger, his hard boots clanging on the ground.

"What do you want to tell me? That kid is a good fit for me? ”

Vorusk sat down on the steps, and the "majesty of the Immortal King" fell to the ground with an unpleasant sound.

"You'll find out when Talik brings him over."

Burkeso was gone, and he didn't have much to do at this time, so he simply went to see how Cassius and Orungus were training.

"You forgot to tell me what that kid came about, I don't want to embarrass the barbarians like you."

Vorusk shouted at Bourkeso's back, then swung his stone hammer to knock down Bourkeso's thrown Elder Spear Fury.

Then he was dragged directly behind Burkeso by the iron locks he carried on his spear.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a casserole-sized fist smashing into his eyes.

Vorusk let out a hearty laugh, and the Immortal King's iron fist met him.

Trying to make Bourkeso feel the pain with that huge hand armor.

However, it was the barbarian claw that collided with the Iron Fist of the Immortal King.

The moment the two hands collided, there was an unpleasant sound.

"I knew you'd be in armor!"

Bourkeso shouted as he kicked out.

The shouting was no longer depressed from the previous day, but much more refreshing.

"You have the ability, don't wear a 'Ninety Barbarian' suit and fight me again!"

Vorusk hit his knee on the ball of Burkeso's foot and shouted loudly.

Vorusk was comforting Burkeso in his own way, and the day before had not been easy.

"Fuck off!"

Reco's voice came only after she had lifted Bourkeso and Vorusk into the sky.

She doesn't like this kind of romance and friendship between men, according to her idea, if she has a lot of strength, she has no place to use it, so she washes the briquettes, and that thing is enough to pass the time.

Bulkeso landed in front of Thor who had just walked by, and Vorusk jumped with him.

"Thor, the next thing is to see if you can get him to approve it, if not, I have someone to choose."

Bourkeso said as he pointed to Vorusk beside Thor.

"Well, I want to know why."

Thor's words made Bourqueso's head jump.

Yesterday's Bourquesso was sulked by Rorschach's "I want to know why".

It has to be said that Thor has an extraordinary talent for provoking others.

"Hahaha! Bourkeso! I also wonder why! ”

Vorusk loudly made a joke about Burkeso, and then put his arm around Thor's shoulders.

"I'm very optimistic about this kid! What do you say, Bourkeso? ”

"His father paid me to watch him to make him a real warrior."

Burkeso glared at Vorusk and said, then turned and left.

Controlling his anger when he doesn't need to fight is his norm.

"My father?"

Thor felt the strength in Voruske's arm, a little confused.

How did he know how Odin had arranged for him.

He didn't know if Odin had spent all night sitting on the throne, wondering if he had done something ridiculous when he was young.

"Boy, you're a warrior."

Vorusk said, patting Thor on the shoulder.

In terms of physical fitness and everything, Thor is much better than those barbarian recruits.

The Asgardians' body density was three times that of the average human, making them extraordinarily powerful.

But that's it, for Voruske, Thor is just a guy who can get into the eye.

"I'm the best warrior in Asgard, what about you? Are you also the best fighter? ”

Thor also patted Vorusk on the shoulder and said loudly.

Then he succeeded in making Vorusk's head jump even hard.

"It used to be."

Vorusk said reluctantly, then let go of Thor's shoulder.

"Now the best fighter is him." Vorusk gestured to Burkeso's back.

"Okay, now that you want to be a real warrior, let's experience it."

Vorusk never engaged in any mystery, and his teaching policy was brutal and terrifying.

To put it simply, he went to the secret realm to fight by himself, and if he came out alive, he would summarize the problem by himself.

At most, Vorusk would have said a few words when you came to ask him.

"Experience?"

Thor was stunned.

He had wanted to find his way back to Asgard, but he was inexplicably asked to experience it.

"I just wanted to ask me how I got back to Asgard."

Vorusk didn't care what Thor said, and grabbed Thor by the neck with lightning speed, throwing him into the secret realm.

Thor is 1.98 meters tall, but he is still a little petite in front of Vorusk, who is 2.2 meters tall.

With a huge disparity in strength, Thor was thrown into the secret realm unprepared, without even an axe.

When Vorusk asked Thor if he was a warrior, he was sure if he had a weapon.

After all, how can a warrior not carry a weapon with him.

But Thor had just said goodbye to his Myornir, and now he had nothing in his hands.

"It's just a small team of corpse monsters, this kid is fine."

Vorusk muttered casually.

If Thor died directly in his secret realm, although he would not regret it, he would be somewhat ashamed.

After all, this is the heir that Bourkeso has found for him, and he is still a child with a father.

If he died, other people's parents would come to the door, and it would make him feel embarrassed.

As for the Aggregate Corpse Monsters......

That's a pile of corpses cobbled together by the power of hell.

In the final analysis, it is a big zombie, except for the unbearable smell, but it is more powerful.

This monster is neither intelligent nor sensitive.

For Thor, as long as he doesn't try to go head-to-head, that's fine.

……

"Holy!"

Thor was lying on the ground in a very unsightly position, and there were a few white bones in front of him.

He had just climbed the Holy Mountain, and he didn't know anything about the specific situation, so he entered the secret realm inexplicably.

Thor habitually raised his hand to summon Mjolnir, but was knocked out by the sudden rush of the Aggregate Corpse Monster.