Mount Arret, the most majestic of the ever-flowing Harogas Mountains, with its almost straight peaks, its snow-capped summits, and the thin clouds that surround the peaks, almost all those who see it at first glance will be struck by the majestic sight and marvel at the beauty of the world.

Unfortunately, this beauty is not appreciated by everyone, and the barbarian tribes who regard Arret as their sacred mountain will not allow others to break into this place, which is both the place where they were born and the place they will protect for life.

But today, the Arrett Hill broke into a few uninvited guests.

In the midst of the snowstorm, the group was moving along the steep slope, and the howling mountain wind mixed with the blizzard almost buried them completely.

"Gina, how long is it before you get to Harlogas?" Bruce roared loudly in the snow, but there was an abnormal flush on his face.

"Damn, how many times have I said it, don't talk loudly when advancing in the snowy mountains, do you want to cause an avalanche? And this is the eleventh time I've said it today, won't you calculate it yourself? We still have at least half a day to go to Harogas! Gina said with some annoyance.

Bruce smiled a little, although the hideous tattoo made the smile look particularly terrifying, he touched his shiny head and said, "Harlogas, Harlogas, father, the old patriarch, they have never dreamed of coming back here, this is our hometown, this is the holy land of our barbarian race!" ”

Rarely, Bruce began to babble. He looked at Mo Wen, "Seattle, did you say?" ”

Mo Wen's brows furrowed. He seemed to hear something in the whistling wind, and he motioned with his hand for Bruce to be quiet.

Sure enough, after turning a mountain peak, the sight of several people in front of them expanded, but at the same time, a shout of killing came.

"Looks like the barbarians' holy land isn't very good!"

Lilian, who has good eyesight, said.

Looking down from the mountainside, in front of a majestic city built on the mountain, countless barbarians are fighting the armies of Hell. On the battlefield that stretched for several miles, the shouts of killing were continuous, and the bright red blood stained the entire battlefield into a blood-red color.

"These hellish bastards. How dare they! ”

Bruce's eyes were red, and he drew his two-handed sword and rushed down the mountain.

As he leaped again and again, those undulating mountain roads were quickly crossed by him.

"Hah!"

A roar that shattered the sky. It reverberates in the silence of the mountains. Vast and bright.

The barbarians who were fighting against the Hell Legion were stunned, and an invisible force seemed to flood their hearts, the weapons in their hands became lighter, and their movements became more flexible.

From a hill at the foot of the mountain, a tall figure leaped down, and the blade in his hand immediately swept up a storm in the legions of hell, sword up, sword fall, blood and stumps splattered, and almost no monster could stop his attack.

Attacking like crazy. The tall body spun suddenly, and the killing giant turned into a whirlwind of steel. A long gap was plowed through the dense crowd of monsters, and the bodies of countless monsters were rolled up and twisted into a ground of minced flesh.

Whirlwind! Barbarian Sixth-Order Skill!

The eyes of all the barbarians lit up at once, and the heroic stance of their own people encouraged them even more, and one after another loud war cries resounded throughout the battlefield.

Faced with monsters several times their size, the barbarians began to slaughter frantically.

As the sun set, on the bloody battlefield, an exceptionally tall barbarian with white hair walked towards Bruce, who was nearly three meters five taller than him.

"Boy, what tribe are you from? Why haven't I seen you before, but it's really yours, just killed beautifully! ”

Laughing and patting Bruce on the shoulder, the barbarian didn't mind the blood stain on Bruce's body at all, but exclaimed loudly: "I'm Qualkek, the captain of the guard of Harlogas, the tribal leader of the fortress, boy, it's been a long time since I've seen a barbarian who has advanced to the sixth order, and it's great to meet you at this moment!" Today, the hellish crumbs finally tasted terrible! ”

Laughing heartily, groups of barbarian warriors gathered around, looking at Bruce incessantly, their eyes full of surprise and adoration.

Bruce's face had a smile he had never seen before, and he touched his head innocently.

"I'm from outside the Arrett Mountains, my grandfather was a migration from Hagalos, and this is the first time I've come here!"

Quarquek was stunned for a moment, and then gave Bruce a big hug, "Welcome home, barbarian!" ”

"Hmm!" Bruce nodded heavily, his eyes on Harlogas, his gaze serene and peaceful like ever.

Seeing this, Quarkek did not bother him, but showed a relieved smile, a barbarian who can rush back at a critical moment, a barbarian who can have a nostalgia for his homeland, is definitely the most respectable.

But soon this peaceful atmosphere was shattered, and a barbarian warrior suddenly pointed in one direction and shouted at Qualkek: "Captain, there are a few strangers there!" ”

Stranger? Kurcak frowned, followed the warrior's finger, and sure enough, at the foot of Arret's Mountain, several strange figures approached, judging by their size, they were by no means barbarians.

"Go, call a few people to take a look, kill me if it's a demon, and drive me away if it's a stranger!" Kurkek said to one of the barbarians.

"Wait a minute, those are my teammates, we're here together!" Bruce hurriedly stopped Kurkek.

"That's it!" There was a palpable hint of distrust on Kurkek's face, but he finally sighed and said to his men: "Go and call them over, maybe we need to make some changes too." ”――

In the city of Hagalos, the returning party walked in front of an empty castle. It was a medical facility, and the spacious room was already littered with savages, and the smell of herbs came from the wounds. Wounded fighters went in for treatment. However, Mo Wen and his party met another elder in Hagalos, Marat.

"You've spent a long time traveling, and you've finally returned to us, barbarian from home. A lot has happened in Harogas since you left. Our homeland, now full of evil, can hardly be compared with the old view. Still, I managed to survive. I'm pretty sure. Far from home, you must be tormented inside. Seeing you fellow citizens again - alive - made the stone of my heart let go. Now I begin to pray that you will help us out of this hellish condition. ”

Gently hugged Bruce. There was a tear in Marat's eyes, but also a hint of joy.

Bruce was also a little excited, "I'm back, Elder!" You can rest assured. With me, I'm not going to let that bastard get away with Baal. I'm going to get those hellish debris out of our homes! ”

"That's good, that's good!" Looking at Bruce's confident appearance, Mara just smiled with satisfaction, and then her eyes fell on Mo Wen and the others.

"Who are these?"

Bruce glanced at Mo Wen and them, and then said, "They are my teammates, and a few of them set off from Isha with me, and their strength is very good!" ”

"Really?" Kurkek looked at Mo Wen and the others with some suspicion, after all, he didn't see Mo Wen and them make a move. In his heart, only barbarians are true warriors.

As if seeing what he was thinking, Mo Wen took off the crown on his head. He said to Kurkek: "Lord Chief, please believe in our strength, we have set out from Istta, and have sent Andariel, Durrell, Mephisto, and Diablo back to hell, and now only the king of destruction is left, Bal, who cannot escape from our palms!" ”

But to his surprise, Kurkek didn't listen to what he was saying, but stared straight at his face.

"You're a barbarian!" Pointing at Wen Qing on Mo Wen's face, Kurkek shouted, his tone indescribably angry.

Kurkek's screams drew everyone's eyes together, and the wounded barbarians poked their heads out.

Mo Wen frowned, "Yes, my father is a barbarian, my mother is an Amazon, and I also have the blood of barbarians in my body. ”

But Kurkek's face did not change in the slightest, and his gaze looked at Mo Wen's weapon, lingering on the scepter and whirlwind shield for a long time.

"No, boy, you're not a barbarian at all!"

Kurkek grabbed Mo Wen's armor and lifted him up, "You have given up the barbarian's military duties, our glory and traditions, you are not worthy of being a barbarian at all!" ”

Kurkek shook Mo Wen's body excitedly, as if he wanted to tear him apart.

"Please let go of Mr. Mo Wen!"

Beside Mo Wen, Fa Li pulled out her sword at once, since Mo Wen recovered Cui Fanke, this girl has admired Mo Wen a little, and at this time, seeing that someone was so rude to Mo Wen, she suddenly couldn't accept it.

Fali's actions were like sparks igniting a powder keg, and the next moment the surrounding barbarians all pulled out their weapons and aimed them at Mo Wen and the others.

"Kurkek!" Marat shouted hurriedly.

After a long silence, Kurkek finally let go of his grip on Mo Wen, and he looked at Mo Wen coldly.

"Boy, traitors like you are not welcome here! Get the hell out of Hagalos! ”

Then he was ready to turn around and leave.

But the next moment, a huge bolt of lightning fell from the sky and violently split the ground in front of him.

Kurkek turned around and stared at Mo Wen's raised scepter.

"Heavenly Fist, Sixth-Order Holy Horseman!" He said almost through gritted teeth.

"Boy, are you threatening me!"

"No!" Mo Wen's face was also cold, "I just want to sue you, I'm here to solve the ruin king, and I don't want to have any conflict with you, but this doesn't mean that I have to endure your vexatious humiliation!" (To be continued......)

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