Jill and the Ancient One looked at the fierce battle between Bourkeso and Madolphk, and they both showed expressions of amazement.

It's not that they show terrifying power, but that the battle scenes that seem to dance together are full of fiery and heroic beauty!

When the axe and the twin blades intertwined, the sparks left a brilliant color on the pale snow.

The wind stirred up by the swing of the weapon tossed the snowflakes that had been spared for years on the sacred mountain.

The two warriors fought each other in a very short distance, accompanied by a battle cry that sounded from time to time, and every time they flickered and moved, every time they misplaced their blades, they were filled with the excitement of jumping on the edge of death.

The barbarian ancestors around them had already grabbed their weapons, raised them high, and shouted at the battle in front of them.

When the shouts were practiced together, a mysterious rhythm resounded over the mountain full of traces of war.

The howling cold wind gradually joined this barbarian feast, and at this time, the wild music officially sounded!

The clamor of the weapons was like a rhythmic drumbeat, and the cry of the barbarians became an eternal song.

A stone pillar in front of the Elders' Temple was lit not far away, and the raging fire melted the snow.

The ancestral spirits of those women traveled through Harogas and began to prepare the food for today's feast.

"Ancestor Madoc, no one in this world can support your thirst for battle!"

Bourkeso's twin blades slashed at Madoc's eyes in a fierce gust of wind.

"Boy, before you inherit the title of Immortal King, I will only take your words as advice!"

The great axe in Madolph's hand swept swiftly, deflecting Bourkeso's twin knives away.

Both are fighting with the least amount of strength a barbarian would have, and their purpose is not to divide the winner, but to use battle and blood to unfold the glory of the Barbarians that belongs to the past.

Madoc is a legendary barbarian who even the former Demon King of Hell would avoid fighting him.

But the heroic patriarch fell into the frenzy of battle and was buried by the corpses of the demons.

His passing was full of regret, and this regret made him the spirit of the Ancestors who responded to the Ancestral summoning when Bourkesso used it.

Bourkeso's twin knives swirled with Madoc's power, slashing over his head before slashing at Madoc again.

"I am already the king of the barbarians, and even the ancestors should retreat under my power and glory!"

Bourkeso's twin blades began to accumulate strength, and in the limited expenditure of strength, Bourkeso gradually gathered his anger, accumulating the remnants of each blade collision.

At this time, he wants to use the victory to end the opening ceremony of this festival!

"Then you will become the Immortal King!"

Madoc let out a roar, ignoring Bourkeso's twin knives and slamming his axe down on Bourkeso's head!

"Hah!"

Bourkeso was well aware of the ancestor's legendary power, the magical power that he could stun his opponents without any conditions if he wanted to.

That's his interpretation of anger, and it's also the embodiment of his bravery and fearlessness!

If he was hit by this blow, although the restraint of the two would not seriously hurt each other, it would undoubtedly make him lose.

Bulkeso roared and activated the skill called Ignore Pain!

He met Madolph's great axe with his own head, and the horn of his forehead was cut by the rough blade, but the twin knives in his hand also slashed at Madolph's neck!

"I am destined to be an immortal king!"

Bourkeso's twin knives landed, and the body of the ancestor of Madoc became illusory, and then returned to the transparent color that belonged to the soul body.

Bourkeso untied the flask from his waist and tossed the world's liquor into Madolphk's soul.

"So, you'd better be patient!"

Bourkeso looked at the blaziers that lit on the sacred mountain of Harogas and turned his gaze to the path up the mountain.

There were some warriors who climbed up.

Madolph took the flask and poured it into his soul-shaped body.

He knew that even when he was back alive, he would not be a match for Bourkeso.

However, for the time being, he will not surrender.

"Wait until you really inherit that title!"

After saying that, his figure disappeared from everyone's sight.

Jill and the Ancient One watched the battle in its entirety, which seemed to be more dancing than fighting, and looked at Bourkeso and the barbarians around him who were gradually dispersed, a little dazed.

The two, who didn't know much about the barbarians' past, had a strange feeling of rejection.

"Uncle, can you go and cook the barbecue you said now?"

Jill looked at Boulkeso, who was dressed in armor in the field, and whispered.

Bourkesuo removed his helmet and began to put the armor back into his backpack, but his eyes were still on the way up the mountain.

"My Jill, wait a minute, I want to see for myself what those guys who have gone from fools to brave men in a few days are like."

Saying that, Bourkeso had only his skirt and boots left, and stood shirtless in the snow.

At this time, the barbarian festival officially began with the huge fire in front of the temple of the elders.

Gu Yi looked at the burly figure in front of him and hesitated.

She didn't know if she was going to tell Bourkeso about the future she knew.

After all, Crossbones is not a good person from any point of view.

Or that those agents in S.H.I.E.L.D., whoever they are, have innocent lives in their hands.

……

"Head, are these guys ghosts?"

The cringing agent hesitated as he looked at the barbarian ancestors roaming around the hill of Harlogas.

Ever since the moving ghosts appeared in their sights, they had pointed their guns at the ubiquitous ones.

Although he had seen a lot of supernatural beings when he went on a mission, most of them were superpowers, and no matter how magical those guys were, they were still within the scope of human beings.

At least those guys are alive.

And at this time, even the guns in their hands did not give them peace of mind.

After all, no matter what the legend is, the existence of ghosts is not something that can be attacked on a physical level.

"Shut up! Honest looking! ”

Rumlow shouted at his men with some dissatisfaction.

Perhaps this way can give him some security.

After all, for him, ghosts were rare things that he had never seen before, so how could he not be afraid?

When the group reached the final steps, they saw a burly, savage looking at them.

At this time, they finally breathed a sigh of relief, because the figure in front of them was at least alive.

This was confirmed by the mist that came out of Bourqueso's mouth and nose.

"I advise you not to point the toys in your hands at me, or you won't be able to go back."

Bourkeso looked at the guys in front of him and kindly reminded.

After all, no matter what the reason, using a weapon against someone else is ready to fight.

And these guys, apparently, do not have the ability to survive from the hands of Bourkeso.

Bourkeso's voice frightened the two agents, after all, the barbarian's loud voice was not something that ordinary people could adapt to.