Dark Savages Come To the United States

The next day, Thor finally climbed to the gate of the holy mountain.

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

The sculpture looks like a barbarian, holding a ferocious battle ax high, one foot stepping on a monster that makes people feel uneasy at first glance, making a gesture to chop off the monster's head.

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

The idle and boring Madok has learned this craft over a long period of time, and from time to time he always makes something new to enrich the scenery of the holy mountain.

"You finally came up?"

Tariq was squatting on the other side of the gate, rubbing a snowball that was already as tall as a person.

These ancestors have been panicking for a long time, and they can last for several days if they just find something to do.

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

Thor brushed the snow from his hair and spoke to Tariq.

Originally, it was not such a long distance to climb the holy mountain, but Thor, who was full of heart towards Mjolnir, was not so pure.

If it wasn't for the numbness at the end, only the idea of ​​climbing the mountain is left, it is really hard to say when he will be able to come up.

"I didn't know, you follow me to the Elder's Temple and wait for Bulkelso, he sent you here."

Tariq lifted the giant snowball, and a single Elder Spear Boulder Throw shattered Madoc's statue.

There will be a real job, and the huge snowball will be useless. In order to prevent Maddok from provoking him after being smashed, Talik chooses to strike first.

After finishing the work, he turned around and took Thor and walked in the direction of the Temple of the Elders.

Thor shook his head, felt the gap between himself and Tariq, and followed Tariq silently.

Just on the other side of the gate of the holy mountain, Maddok looked at Taliq's back with suspicion.

Everything that happened before fell into his eyes.

If his neck hadn't been strangled by Korik, he would have jumped and caught Whirlwind the moment Tariq threw the snowball.

"Lock my throat, right! You wait for Korick!"

Maddock threatened Kerik behind him, in exchange for a little more strength in the arms around his neck.

Maddock broke Kerik's arm with his hands, and kept trying to get out of control.

However, Kerik's superb control technology made him useless.

"Madock, are you going to humiliate the Savage before a stranger?"

Kerik tugged at Maddock's neck and yelled softly. The angle of the arm narrowed a bit, and Madock brought more pain.

"Also, what are you going to ask me to wait for you? Wait until you throw down the ax and say 'I won't fight anymore'?"

Kirk pushed harder.

The battles between the three ancestors have always ended in a draw, except that Talik can have an advantage in one-on-one.

Most of their conflicts ended with the short-tempered Madock giving up the fight.

After all, Maddock could see the result of the battle when he was alive, so his battles were always full of purpose.

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

"Okay! Let me go, at worst, I'll beat him up when Tariq comes back."

Maddock yelled cursingly, and Kerik also let go of his arms.

"Are you sure you can smash the tortoise shell of 'Defender' Tariq? That guy is simply better at parrying than Karqiu. What's more terrible is that he uses an epee. Even that hedgehog Karqiu doesn't want to fight him."

Kerrick simply sat on the ground and began to rub snowballs. When squatting in front of the gate of the holy mountain, it seemed that there was nothing else to do besides rubbing snowballs.

After all, the most common thing on the holy mountain is the snow everywhere, and there is no need to do something else.

"At worst, I'll wait for Rumlow to come back and beat him. If Tariq wants to beat Luke, let him go."

Maddock gritted his teeth and said, and then started shoveling snow with his giant axe.

The Baixue sculpture just now was destroyed, so he simply recreated it.

But this time he wanted to carve a Tariq under his feet.

At this time, Bruce Wayne was still swinging an ax on the training ground, and Korick wasn't worried that Wayne would be lazy at all.

After all, Wayne's self-control is what Klick admires most.

That extraordinary self-discipline and firm will made Wayne's rapid progress.

Even when Wayne is done wielding a weapon, he goes to Cassius to learn about fighting.

Korik, the heir, is too worry-free. Now he seems to be a professional in opening the gate of the secret realm.

How would you describe this kind of person?

"Open/Close Door Boy"?

...

Bulkelso just got up to send Jill to the school bus, and put the tableware used for breakfast into the sink and simply rinsed it.

Then he opened the portal and returned to the holy mountain of Harrogas.

Outside the Temple of the Elders, Rorschach was training with Leiko, swinging his legs and charging back and forth.

Although a bit boring, this is the easiest and most effective way to master Furious Charge.

"Lei Ko, teaching him to charge too early doesn't seem like a good thing."

Bulkasso glanced at Rorschach's training and said.

"Have you forgotten that he is a barbarian from your stag tribe? Learning technology has never been so difficult for you."

Lei Ko's hoarse voice is very recognizable. Most of the time, the tone of voice does not fluctuate at all, just like a teacher who is giving lectures dryly, it can induce drowsiness.

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

Besides, there was a tacit understanding between Canuck and Leikou.

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

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

"Rorschach, are you ready?"

Bulkelso walked up to Rorschach and asked, and Rorschach stopped practicing accordingly.

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

Rorschach looked seriously at Bulkelso in front of him, and chose not to pursue those matters any more.

Previous encounters have made him understand that the people he faces are as stubborn as he is.

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

Burkasso took out a bottle of wine he brewed and handed it to Lai Ko, unaware that he had also become a "door opener/closer boy".

"You know, I rarely drink."

Although Lei Kou said so, she still accepted Bulkelso's kindness.

This is regarded as the reward for helping Bulkasso lead the students.

Besides, although Lei Kou seldom drank alcohol, it was not like she didn't drink at all.

Like an outsider, Raiko hardly attends the annual celebration.

But every year on her wedding day, she borrows the wrath from Bul-Keso to come into the world.

Every year she would only get drunk for one day, as always.

"Well, there is another guy on the mountain. Although he is not young, he looks like a stupid kid."

Intentionally or unintentionally, Bulkelso shouted in the direction of the Elder Temple.

Vorusk did not disappoint Bulkasso's determination, and walked out with a flicker, his hard boots clanging on the ground.

"What are you trying to tell me? That kid is right for me?"

Volusk sat on the steps, and the "Majesty of the Immortal King" fell to the ground, making an unpleasant sound.

"You'll know when Tariq brings him over."

Bulkelso left, and he had nothing to do at this time, so he simply went to see the training situation of Cassius and Olongus.

"You forgot to tell me who that kid is. I don't want to embarrass the barbarians like you."

Volusk yelled at Bulkeso's back, and then swung the gravel hammer to knock down the ancient spear, Wrath Throw, thrown by Bulkeso.

Then he was dragged directly behind Bulkasso by the iron chain on the spear.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a fist the size of a casserole hitting his eyes.

Volusk let out a hearty laugh, and the iron fist of the Immortal King greeted him.

Trying to make Bulkelso feel the pain with that huge gauntlet.

But it was the barbarian claw that collided with the Immortal King's iron fist.

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

"I knew you would fight with your gauntlets on!"

Bulkeso kicked while shouting.

The depression from the previous day was gone in the shouting, but much more cheerful.

"If you have the ability, don't fight me in the 'Ninety Barbarians' suit!"

Volusk knocked his knee on the sole of Bulkasso's foot, yelling.

Volusk was comforting Bulkasso in his own way, the day before was not easy at all.

"Get out!"

Lakko's voice came after she had thrown Bulkasso and Vorusk into the air.

She doesn't like this kind of romance and friendship between men. According to her idea, she just washes coal balls when she has too much energy to use, and that thing is enough to pass the time.

Bulkelso jumped and landed in front of Thor who had just walked over, and Vorusk also jumped over.

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

Bulkeso said to Thor pointing to Vorusk next to him.

"Well, I want to know why."

Thor's words made Burkasso's forehead throb with veins.

Yesterday's Bulkelso was sulking because of Rorschach's "wanting to know why".

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

"Hahaha! Bull Casso! I want to know why too!"

Volusk joked loudly about Bulkasso, then put his arm around Thor's shoulder.

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

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

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

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

"my father?"

Thor felt the strength on Vorusk's arm and was a little puzzled.

How did he know how Odin arranged for him.

He didn't even know that Odin sat on the throne all night and wondered if he did something ridiculous when he was young.

"Boy, you are a fighter."

Vorusk patted Thor on the shoulder and said.

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

Asgardians are three times as dense as normal humans, making them extraordinarily powerful.

But that's all, for Volusk, Thor is just a guy who can catch the eye.

"I am the best fighter in Asgard, how about you? Are you the best fighter too?"

Thor also patted Vorusk on the shoulder and said loudly.

Then he managed to make Vorusk also have a vein twitching in his forehead.

"It used to be."

Vorusk said reluctantly, and let go of Thor's shoulders.

"He's the best fighter now." Volusk pointed to Bulkeso's back.

"Okay, you want to become a real fighter now, so come and experience it."

Volusk never engages in any sense of mystery, and his teaching methods are brutal and terrifying.

To put it simply, it is to go to the secret realm to fight by yourself, and if you come out alive, you will sum up the problem yourself.

At most, Vorusk will give you a few words when you come to ask him.

"Experience?"

Thor froze.

He originally wanted to find the way back to Asgard, but somehow he was asked to experience it.

"I just want to ask how I can get back to Asgard."

Vorusk didn't care what Thor said at all, grabbed Thor's neck with lightning speed, and threw him into the secret realm.

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

Under the huge power gap, Thor was thrown into the secret realm unprepared, without even an axe.

When Volusk asked Thor if he was a warrior, he meant to make sure he had a weapon.

After all, there is no soldier who does not carry weapons with him.

But Thor had just said good-bye to his Mjolnir, and now he had nothing.

"It's just a small group of gathering corpses, this kid is fine."

Volusk 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 Bulkelso has found for him, and he is also a child with a father.

If the parents of other people who died came to him, he would feel embarrassed.

As for gathering ghouls...

That is a big guy pieced together from a bunch of corpses under the power of hell.

In the final analysis, it is a big zombie, except for the unbearable smell, it is stronger.

This monster is neither intelligent nor sensitive.

It's fine for Thor as long as he doesn't try to confront him head-on.

...

"F*ck!"

Thor lay on the ground in a very unsightly posture, with a few white bones in front of him.

He had just climbed the holy mountain and entered the secret realm inexplicably without knowing the specific situation.

Thor habitually raised his hand to try to summon Mjölnir, but was knocked away by the gathered corpse monster that rushed out suddenly.

I'm going to have breakfast and finish the remaining three thousand yards.