"Is Hamerin in the secret realm so difficult?"

Madolph's eyes wandered a little, and he looked at the projection above with disdain.

"That's not what you said when you were wandering in the Secret Realm, Maddock."

Talik shook his head and glanced at Madalk, a little disdainful.

As a demon with a name and surname, Hamerin was killed at the hands of Orlac, the god of war, but most of the ancestors present in the secret realm had felt its difficulties.

An almost never-ending swarm of rats gnaws at the body.

Only after that nightmarish battle can you understand the greatness of Orlac.

At this moment, a fighter plane landed steadily at the foot of the sacred mountain of Harlogas, and Hawkeye jumped directly off the fighter plane with Steve.

"This is the Holy Mountain of Harlogas?"

Steve took the barely repaired shield from his back and said to Hawkeye.

Although he had learned about the existence of this sacred mountain from S.H.I.E.L.D. materials, Captain America was still a little wary of this place for the first time.

"Captain, I don't think you need to be so dike."

Black Widow Natasha landed behind the two, a tightsuit that made her shiver in the cold wind.

"There were warm clothes and food on the plane, and you had to be fearless to climb the mountain."

Hawkeye said softly, then looked at the projection on the top of the mountain with some curiosity.

The scale of the projection is not small at all, and you can still see some pictures clearly when you stand at the foot of the mountain.

Of course, this is for the eagle eye, which has excellent eyesight.

"Looks like we're looking for someone up there, so let's do it."

Steve didn't wait for Natasha to remove her cold-resistant clothes and food from the plane, and walked straight away.

"It doesn't look like we need those things very much."

Hawkeye turned to look at Natasha, who had just gotten back into the plane, and then beckoned and followed Steve.

"Can you handle the temperature here on your combat suit?"

Natasha put on an overcoat and followed, and although they both had temperature control equipment in their uniforms, the warmth was nothing in the cold wind of the sacred mountain of Harogas.

After all, this holy mountain has its own will, and the holy mountain is willing to accept the brave, but it has never liked the existence of thinking too much about everything.

"Let's go, as long as you don't have fear of nature, you can climb this mountain. Can you see the projection over there? The battle of Rumlow can be seen there. ”

Hawkeye still cares about Natasha, and the friendship between the two is not something that a simple colleague can explain.

The number of times Hawkeye and Black Widow have fought side by side has been countless.

The three Rumlows in the secret realm were trying to clean up the dense rats, and the big rat Hammerlin was still hiding in the shadows.

Demons with wisdom have never recklessly chosen to attack, and even if a guy of Hamerin's level is just a projection, it will test the power of the comer.

The back of the big mouse was covered with pus-like wounds, and instead of pus, there were endless little mice.

The power of spreading diseases and bringing death is their power.

The three of them, who had not yet formally come into contact with Hamerin himself, were already showing fatigue, and the swarm of rats that looked like an ocean of rats were crawling towards them almost all the time.

"Rumlow!"

Luke swung his blade to knock the rats into a gap, chanting Rumlow's name.

"Holy!"

Rumlow let out a foul mouth, raising the hammer above his head with both hands before falling heavily.

This was the first time Rumlow had used the Ancestral Hammer for an unknown number of years, and as long as the anger he had accumulated in battle reached the minimum level he could release, he would not hesitate to drop the hammer.

While Luke and Matthew were able to unleash this skill, their heavy attacks weren't as effective compared to Rumlona's Ancestral Hammer, which was boosted by the Bracers of the Ancestors.

As the giant hammer landed, a large area of rats was shaken into a blood mist, and the rat river was suddenly disconnected for a moment.

Then a dense crowd of rats filled the void and spread out towards the trio.

"We've got to get close to the big mouse."

The two weapons in Matthew's hand slashed non-stop, each time killing a small stall of rats.

But Hamerlin's deep gaze made him feel that danger was everywhere.

"How to get close? These rats can't hurt me, but I can't get out of the way of these guys. ”

Luke stomped a mouse that had slipped through the net with one kick, shouting without looking back.

"I'll get out of the way, and you follow me."

Matthew unleashed another rampage in Hamerin's direction.

This wasn't the first time he had attempted this, as he had unleashed the moment Hamerin's figure appeared, only to be swept down by a pale green mask.

After that, the three of them fell into the swarm of rats.

"You're really unwilling."

Luke seemed to wield his weapon in a haphazard manner, turning all the rats around him into a mist of blood.

Then he followed closely behind Matthew.

Just as the two finally approached Hamerin, Luke raised his right leg high and stepped on it with a bang.

The earth is trampled!

The most basic Earth Trample has the power to stun enemies, this time so that Hamerin can't release the annoying green shield.

Even though this was Luke's first attempt at using this skill, he didn't know if his body was strong enough to support the release of this skill.

But there is always a first time for everything, and there is no better way to do it than this!

The inability to approach Hamerin meant that the big rat could not be defeated.

During this time of fighting, Luke had already figured out how to deal with it.

Everything is pinned on this blow!

"Hah!"

Rumlow slammed his legs hard at this time, and the giant hammer in his hand fell towards Hammerlin's head.

Jump Slash!

A flawless release!

Even if he didn't master those skill forms that were known as runes, the jump slash alone would have allowed him to get close to this annoying big mouse.

Clang! With a thud, Rumlow landed on the outside of the green mask, trampling the rats directly under his feet to death, and the giant hammer smashed on the mask, making a metal clash sound.

His movements were still a beat slower, and the Hamerin inside had already woken up from his vertigo!

Although the earth trampling released by Luke was successful, the level of power that was too large made Hamerin only stunned for a short moment.

The release of the light shield split the three of them into two, and Matthew and Luke met Hamerin's cruel and cunning gaze.

"Looks like we've been fooled."

Matthew said as he waved his weapon.

The axe and mace landed directly on Hamerin's head, opening a wound in the incomplete fur.

"So what? Are you just going to give up the fight for this? ”

Luke swung his blade and slashed at Hamerin's neck.

However, the attack of the two did not cause any effective damage!

"Squeak!"

Hamerin let out a roar, and the originally weak and noisy rat cry was now like a barbarian's war cry, full of threat.

There was a wriggling of the pus wound on Hamerin's back, and a group of shadowy rats fell to the ground.

"Are you all right?"

Rumlow swung his sledgehammer to sweep the rats off the ground, then shouted inside.

"It doesn't look good!"

Luke raised his blade and slashed again, but the shadowy rats crawled up his trouser legs.

The rats didn't look like they were physical beings, but the pain of gnawing at his skin made Luke even more irritable.

"Hah!"

Matthew aimed at Hamerin and buried his head again, and the weapon was pointed at the mouse's eyes and charged!

At present, this is the function he can skillfully use, and after the guidance of Ricco and Laceco, his charge can no longer be underestimated!

In an instant, Matthew had appeared in front of Hamerin.

The moment the two weapons pierced Hamerin's eyes, the rage was high!

Matthew unleashed a tremendous force in his arms, flipping the car-sized rat behind him!

"Hurry up, these little ones can't be killed!"

After failing in his attempt to destroy the Shadow Mouse, Luke unleashed the Hammer of the First Formation with his blade at Hamerin, who was lying on his back!

Flames erupted from the huge hammer and landed on the rat's abscess-ridden abdomen!

Just as he was about to perform his work, a rat entity hidden in the shadows climbed up his shoulder to open the veins on the side of Luke's neck!

"Luke!"

Rumlow turned and slammed the Ancestral Hammer into the visor, his eyes filled with impatience.

……

"I think the mask is indestructible, right?"

Madoc clutched his grief in his hands and stood up, shouting with rage.

"As long as you're strong enough, nothing is indestructible."

Tarik looked at the projection in the sky, and his voice was a little distant.

"If my heir dies, how are you going to compensate me?"

Maddock gritted his teeth as he spoke.

"You don't kill Hamerin again, it's just a projection."

Colick, who hadn't seen him for a long time, walked up to him with a brazier and said to Madolph.

"The secret realm is a level that all barbarians can't get around, what do you want to do? Take your great axe and charge it in, chop Hamerin's projection, and then declare these seedlings worthless? ”

Talik grabbed Madolphk's shoulder, his eyes glistening with rage.

"I'm just hesitant about the unknown outcome."

Madoc looked at the eyes that glittered with rage and sat back on the ground.

"You're not a prophet anymore, Madocker!

You always bring your favorite recruits into the secret realm back then, but how many recruits have been bitten to death by rats that are far beyond their level?

Excessive care always leads to unexpected death, haven't you been relieved now? ”

Bourkeso descended the steps and stood beside Madolph.

He looked up as Luke pinched the mouse to death, holding down the wound on his neck.

"I remember back in the day you would always sneak into the secret realm with that kid, and even always wanted him to be your heir. That kid really looks like you. ”

Bourkeso picked up a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth, then tossed it to a somewhat lost Madolphe.

Madoc poured the bottle into his mouth frantically, but all the liquor inside passed through his illusory body and landed on the ground.

"I want to tell him how powerful I am, so powerful that even Barr has to worry about my existence."

Madoc crushed the bottle and let out a low roar.

"That kid isn't your son, you should know very well."

Tarik whispered as he looked at the drinks that had fallen on the snow. It was the smallest sound he could come up with.

"Yes! In order to protect the sacred mountain, I left nothing. ”

Madoc stuck the great axe into the ground and looked up at the battle in the secret realm.

……

"Keep fighting, leave me alone!"

Luke swung his blade in one hand, then raised his leg again.

The shadow rats had crawled all over his lower body, sometimes revealing some of Luke's limbs.

There was no flesh in sight on it, only a piece of white bone.

Hamerin's Shadow Rats.

When they're not attacking, everyone treats these things as illusions.

Hamerin, as a demon with a name and a surname, was never a waste that only summoned rats.

At that time, when Orlac realized that he could not eliminate the Shadow Rats, he did everything he could to cut off Hamerin's head.

But he himself died in the mouths of these dangerous and strange rats.

The secret realm will not leave the barbarians without a way to live, so the moment Hamerin's projection dies, the rat colony will disappear with it.

But even if Bourkeso entered this secret realm, these rats would not be able to hurt Bourkeso's powerful body, but he would not be able to kill these cruel little things.

"Bang!"

Luke's legs, which were only left with bone, stomped heavily on the ground.

This time he had mastered the essentials of unleashing the trampling of the earth, and Hamerin's projection was suddenly dizzy!

As Hamerin dizzled, the green mask vanished.

“xia！”

Rumlow raised his two-handed sledgehammer and slammed it down on Hamerin's head.

The Hammer of the Ancestors, which had been amplified by the bracers of the ancestors, was directly embedded in Hamerin's jaw.

"Drink the medicine!"

Matthew yelled as he charged.

This time, the two weapons sliced through Hamerin's pus-riddled belly like a plough, and clumps of yellow-green pus and a large pile of unformed mouse embryos tumbled to the ground.

……

"Madolph, I shouldn't have let you do that."

Talik looked at the projection and said with some disappointment.

He had always been interested in Madolph's approach, but he had not stopped this contrary to custom.

A mature barbarian embarks on an adventure with a recruit, and can quickly let the recruit grasp the power of that bloodline.

But that kind of barbarian has never made a legend.

And the child that Maddock chose died in the mouth of a rat hiding in the corner before he became stronger.

"That kid originally had a brighter future, he didn't deserve to die at the hands of those demons who were locked up in the secret realm."

Colick didn't mean to comfort Madoc in the slightest, and said coldly, his words like a cold wind whistling from the top of a mountain.

At that time, Colick did not know this, and by the time he knew all this, Madoc was already sitting alone in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain.

If he had known, he would have stopped Maddock's approach.

"I know! That's my fault! I never had the choice of being my successor after that! ”

Madolph slammed his fist into the top of the great axe.

The hand that was already a soul body was sliced by this legendary weapon called "Madoc's Grief", and an illusory liquid flowed out like a drop of blood.

"You made your choice in the end, my brother."

Bourkeso sat directly beside Madoc and spoke loudly.

……

"Squeak!!

Hamerin's badly damaged body was trembling constantly.

A hysterical cry came out of the mouth!

A projection that adapts to Matthew's limits is not powerful enough to leave the three of them powerless.

But it will not be easy to kill him completely!

"Quick!"

Luke shouted loudly.

He could already feel the gnawing pain coming from his guts!

The feeling of constantly recovering and then being bitten made him almost crazy.

Luke slammed his blade in Hamerin's direction, then roared loudly with rage.

Although he is not physically strong enough to use the ability to throw weapons, simply throwing weapons is not a problem.

After training, he is still somewhat accurate.

At this time, although Luke had not yet felt the arrival of death, the dead silence was already beckoning to him not far away.

Even if he used the medicine bottle, he couldn't change his current state, because the shadow rat swarm had already clinged to him.

No matter how much he struggled, these cruel and vicious little things would not leave him.

"Hah!"

Matthew's yelling was a little sharp, but no one was in the mood to taunt him for breaking his voice.

The two weapons pressed down on both sides, and a burst of green light flashed on his body!

Suppress!

Skills from the Barbarians.

Attack your enemies by turning your rage into pressure.

Matthew, who was stepping on Hamerlin's stomach, was stumbling deep into Hamerlin's upper abdomen.

The burst of pressure sent Hamerin like a squeezed can, and after an indescribable movement, pus and blood splattered everywhere!

The yellow-green paste with its unformed mouse embryo looked disgusting like gold juice with crumbs.

Among them, a strong stench rushed to Matthew's keen nasal cavity.

The not-so-slow Shadow Rats had clinged to Matthew's body, but the power that the weakened Hamerin could provide to the Shadow Rats had begun to fade.

Streams of blood splattered from Matthew's legs and spilled onto Hamerin's body.

The Shadow Rats can't completely devour everything in their mouths now, and Hammerin gets death on the horizon!

"Die!"

Rumlow raised his hammer again and landed heavily on Hamerin's head.

His anger is full!

The Hammer of the Ancestors directly smashed Hamerin's head into a puddle of minced flesh this time, and then everything Hamerin made was turned to ashes in an instant!

The shadow rats clinging to Luke's body vanished in an instant, revealing his bloody chest and bones-only legs stained red with blood flowing down.

He still stood firmly, but he was bleeding profusely.

……

"Maddock, I don't understand why you're going to eliminate it for this."

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

"If there is a child who trusts you, wants you to be strong, and then dies in your negligence. Can you still say that? ”

Madolph looked up at Bourkeso in front of him.

"I don't know, but I know I can't save everyone."

Bourkeso didn't care about Madolph's doubts.

Are heroes supposed to save everyone?

No hero has ever been able to do this, and the way to save the world is always accompanied by sacrifice.

"I didn't save Dicardkane, I didn't save Leah, and now everyone in the shelter is displaced, hiding from Masayer's unserious search."

Bourkeso took a sip of his wine.

"But can you say that nothing has changed in me? I will mourn, but I will not leave a legend in the name of sorrow, Madocker! Blind grief is never worthwhile. ”

Bourkeso put down the bottle in his hand and walked towards the golden portal to the secret realm.

Rumlow: They won, but they need some help covered in scars.

Interfering after the end of the secret realm is not a violation of the guidelines.

Blood vials weren't a panacea after all, and those thirty seconds were the best time for them to watch a life pass away.

Now Rumlo is a real barbarian warrior.

"Why can you ignore this?"

Madoc grabbed the handle of the great axe and shouted at Bourkeso.

"Because I am not a prophet, I only fight to the last moment when death is inevitable. And you have a choice before you meet an invincible opponent. ”

Bourkeso's figure completely burrowed into the secret realm, leaving Madoc looking at the projection overhead.

When the identities of a prophet and a warrior are one, it is not necessarily a good thing for a barbarian.

Even though Madolph never ran away from the fight, he always had the right to choose what others did not have, knowing the outcome in advance.

Choice breeds hesitation, and hesitant people will always dwell on the past.

"Alright Maddock, your heir is doing a good job."

Talik reached out and pressed Madoc's shoulder, watching as Bourkeso in the projection shoved the vial into Luke's mouth.

"Madolph, you have to know that Neerasec made the wrong choice in the midst of complex thinking. And the barbarians do not need to think so much, it is enough to know what is right and then walk on this path. ”

Holding the brazier in his hand, Kolik walked towards the gate of the Holy Mountain.

As the most conscientious gatekeeper of the Holy Mountain, he was going to welcome a new visitor.

The Holy Mountain told him that there was a man who was somewhat similar to him, and that he was going to see if he could get an heir.

"Orac, do you really dislike this girl? She's done pretty well so far. ”

Banar didn't get into the conversation of the Sacred Mountain Gatekeepers, he was clear about Maddock's past, and he was dismissive of it.

As if he had never looked down on the Elders, the Berserker Banar only loved to fight, the kind of battle that didn't require thinking!

"Who can always turn the tide? Bourkeso? ”

Orac watched Jessica in the projection hide in the underground labyrinth, a little faltered.

What happened to Jessica was almost the same as what he had experienced at the time, and what happened next was the real test.

The pain of being blocked by the walking corpse and almost suffocating made Orak a little moved.

"Death at a gallop does not leave much pain, and when death slowly approaches, it is the beginning of despair."

Orac muttered casually, his face sinking into shadow as he lowered his head.

……

"Die!"

Jessica smashed the head of the nearest walking corpse with a frantic fist, and then severed the arm reaching for her with an axe.

Forced back into the house by the walking corpses, Jessica was lucky enough to find a secret door hidden under the carpet, and when she tripped over the carpet when she entered the house, she was able to discover this chance of survival.

Jessica burrowed into the labyrinth, pulled the door on it, and listened to the dense sound coming from the gate in the darkness.

It sounded like the screeching of an old-fashioned blackboard scraped by fingernails in a community school.

These subtle movements in the darkness were magnified, and Jessica felt a deep sense of unease.

Jessica clutched the weapon in her hand, the rotting juice from the walking corpses making the axe handle a little slippery, and the stench of the entanglement was not much to worry about.

Jessica has gotten used to the smell in the constant fighting.

Most underground labyrinths have hidden vents, but this place is different.

Jessica could feel the lifelessness and breathing was not smooth.

……

"That labyrinth doesn't look like it's been repaired yet, not even the torches exist."

Banar looked at the projection screen that had been processed by the Holy Mountain, and made a "smack" movement from his mouth.

"There are no vents in that place, and the only way to survive is to kill all the walking corpses."

Orac looked at Jessica's apprehensive expression on the projection and said without emotion.

"How long did you keep that door at bay for the walking dead?"

Banal's eyes were a little red, and now was his best chance to get to know his idol.

"I don't know, but the walking dead obviously don't pull open the secret door. If she waits like this, she will only gradually weaken until she dies. ”

Orlac's first choice after burrowing into the labyrinth was to push open the secret door, leaving himself in a state where he only had to face a small number of walking corpses at the same time.

After the corpse of the walking corpse has passed the calf, relocate it a little more, and repeat the process.

If Jessica chooses to stay behind the secret door and wait for her death, then the Ancestors are not interested in watching a human die in a weakened state.

"Those guys don't have to breathe, so how did you manage to retreat all the way to the end without suffocating?"

Banar looked at the seated Orak, a little curious.

"Smash the cracks in the wall with a slam. It only takes two or three burials to start ventilating the place. ”

Orac said coldly.

Banal would always take time to chat with him after he died.

This chatter continued until Banal appeared on the sacred mountain in the form of a spirit.

The two dead men didn't need to discuss the techniques of the battle, because there was no need for them then.

After all, the soul after death will never become stronger.

So these two ancestors haven't talked together for a long time.

"What tribe did Bourkeso come from? I've never heard anyone talk about it. ”

Banar looked at Jessica's panicked expression in the projection above his head, and began to look for a topic in a bored manner.

"Wild fowl? Thunder? Or the Great Bear Tribe? That guy always chatted with Colick, loved to wield a whirlwind slash, and had such a powerful physique. ”

"The Stag Tribe, Bulkeso is a man born into the Stag Tribe, the same as Voruske."

Hylabor the Conqueror sprang out and spoke to Banar.

The ancestors of the Holy Mountain were no more familiar with the existence of Bourkeso than he was.

Kolik was the leader of the Wildfowl Tribe before receiving the call of the Ancestors, and the Whirlwind Slash was the signature of the Thunder Tribe.

A strong physique is the style of the Great Bear tribe.

"In his ......"

At this point, Haylaber turned to look around, and there was no Burkeso around before he continued.

"When he was still called bare-chested and tie-in-one, who knows why he called it that, he was stupid at first, just completing all the training tasks on time and in quantity every day, then eating, then sleeping, and continuing the next day, without even saying a word.

I always thought he was an idiot, until one day he came to me early in the morning and said he was going to change his name.

You know, where is the reason for the name of the barbarian to be changed casually.

So I turned him down, who knew that he would become stronger at a rapid pace, as if every time he killed a demon, he would become stronger immediately.

It wasn't until a few decades later that he became Bourkeso and became like a barbarian.

That bastard grabbed me and beat me up for seven whole days! ”

As he said this, Haylaber craned his neck with palpitations.

"Since then, this guy has been like a different person, and he doesn't come up with any more ideas.

Can you believe that guy asked me where Bourkeso was when he first saw me?

If I knew where the ancestors were, they would still stay on the sacred mountain and watch the barbarians continue to die at the hands of demons?

So I told him, 'Bourquesso is in the heart of every barbarian,' and he went down the mountain. ”

Hylaber babbled at Banar, and Orlac, who was a little unbearable, directly grabbed the blade of the god of war and slapped him down on the snow.

"Bulkeso is the last member of the Stag Tribe, and the walker before him, Kyl Odewari, is considered the last survivor of the Stag Tribe. Until Bourkeso appeared. ”

Orak glanced at the projection, then said to Banar.

"The Stag tribe is strong and intelligent, and can quickly master the skills of other tribes, perhaps because of the inheritance of blood.

Do you see who on the Holy Mountain can master all the skills of a barbarian like him? You can even master talent! Sonya couldn't do that. That's why he was recognized as the next Immortal King. ”

Orac tucked the Ares Blade back into Hellaber's head and stood up.

He didn't want to wait any longer for Jessica Jones to make a choice.

At the time, he had only hesitated for a few breaths, and now that he had been chatting for so long, Jessica still cowered behind the secret door.

It looks like this trial will last a long time.

"Am I the only one who doesn't know Bourkeso's past?"

Banal lifted Helabeth up on the ground and asked.

"No one cares about Bourkeso's past except you. Anyway, he's already the strongest barbarian, is there anything else to delve into? ”

A smile appeared on Helab's face, and he sat down in the same place where Orac had been sitting.

……

"Are you here to be tested?"

Colick said to Steve in front of him, clearly dissatisfied when he saw the shield.

"Hello, I'm here to find Rumlow."

Steve looked at Colick's illusory body in front of him, and didn't show any surprise.

After all, after encountering angelic demon vampires one after another, he has become a little accustomed to these strange existences.

It doesn't seem like a big deal to have ghosts in this world.

"Huh."

With a look of disappointment, Kolik put the brazier in his arms on the ground and turned away.

The brazier was a gift he had prepared for his heir, after all, those who had just climbed the sacred mountain would still feel uncomfortable in the cold wind.

He is different from Madocker, who does not choose an heir himself, and he has never wanted to inherit him.

After all, among the three ancestors who were the gatekeepers of the Holy Mountain, he was the only one who did not have a legend given by his name.

Everyone knows that the legendary power on the Proof of Shame is bestowed by Taliq, but he is different.

In his hand was the weapon that had been taken from the enemy's commander during the battle of the fortress of Bastin.

Because of this story, this weapon is called "Bastin's Power".

Colik was originally going to call it "Colic's Frenzy", but the name was too weak to spread, and over time it became the name "Bastin Power".

And the legend of Kolik has been forgotten intentionally or unintentionally.

"Well, can I go up?"

Steve glanced at the brazier on the floor, but didn't step over.

There are places with unique cultures and traditions, and Steve doesn't act rashly.

"Huh."

Colik replied casually, and left the gate of the holy mountain directly.

Apparently he wasn't very happy.

Confused, Steve carefully bypassed the brazier on the ground and walked directly behind Colick.

Along the way, there was not the slightest communication between Corick and Steve.

Colik really wants an heir, after all, even Madolph and Talik have heirs, and Colic, who is called the Three Ancestors, doesn't want to be unsociable.

He just doesn't want to be unsociable, not envious.

Not far behind them, Hawkeye walked here with Natasha, who was shivering in the cold wind.

Natasha was targeted by the Holy Mountain of Harogas because of the extra coat on her body.

After all, it's only fair that everyone should be tested in the same situation.

The coat on his body can keep his body warm, but it can't protect against the cold wind on the holy mountain of Harlogas.

That cold acts on the mind.

"Natasha, there's a brazier there, it looks like it's just for us. You go get warm first. ”

Hawkeye saw the brazier on the ground at a glance and said to Black Widow.

He glanced up at the projection that was still there, curious about the somewhat panicked Jessica inside.

Panic is always getting stronger, and when a person is thinking in the dark, it is easy for the mind to get out of control, and the panic will increase.

The best option to avoid panic is to find something to do.

"Are these barbarians so considerate?"

Natasha subconsciously showed a seductive smile on her face, and the expression of gently biting the corner of her mouth was very sultry.

"I haven't felt this kind of treatment, maybe it's a good lady?"

Hawkeye makes a little joke and walks with Natasha to the brazier.

"You're not worried about the captain?"

Natasha was a little puzzled by Hawkeye's actions, but she didn't have too many doubts.

After all, of the three people who came here, only Hawkeye was experienced.

"As long as there is courage here, you can climb the mountain, I don't think the captain will lack courage, I didn't see him all the way, maybe he has already gone up."

Hawkeye glanced at his surroundings and saw two rows of footprints on the ground.

It was left behind by Colic and Steve, and the ancestors on the sacred mountain of Harogas were not the kind of ghosts who walked through the snow without a trace, they were different.

For example, they were able to touch everything here, including snow, of course.

"Then let's just go, I don't think it's a good idea to touch these things without being allowed to get them."

As an elite agent, Black Widow knows exactly what she's doing, and this time it's not a stealth mission, and there's no need to steal information.

She didn't want to get her hands on anything weird.

Especially this time, the target is not those scum organizations that don't even know her face.

"Let's go."

Hawkeye spat out two words, following Steve's footprints on the ground around the brazier.

It is not difficult to distinguish the owner of these two series of footprints, after all, only Steve came up from the bottom of the mountain, so the footprints that extend all the way are naturally his.

……

"What should you call this gentleman?"

As he walked, Steve gradually saw the ruins of buildings that could be found everywhere on the sacred mountain of Harlogas.

He didn't think much about this unfinished building-like project, he just silently wrote down the road in his heart.

Before carrying out this mission, he was ready for battle, carefully studying the information he had gathered.

But now it didn't seem like he had to fight, which made him let his guard down a little.

"Kolik, the gatekeeper of the Holy Mountain."

Colik replied casually, and this time he didn't reply with a "whoa".

After all, there is no need to carry this kind of disappointment all the time, as if he can't look down on Madoc and is always immersed in loss.

Colik believes that no matter what kind of emotion it is, it doesn't need to last forever, love will become strong, but it doesn't need to be said all the time.

Anger builds strength, but you can't keep it going all the time.

The stronger the emotion, the more difficult it is to think.

It's as boring as Madoc would not choose an heir because of his own mistakes, what is the use of emotions that everyone else forgets except for his own accidents?

Could it be that hating Diablo for 10,000 years would kill this demon?

Lengthy emotions don't do anything other than move yourself.

This is the freedom that belongs to Colik.

Of course, it's okay to say he's cold.