It later became the best-selling storybook in the asylum for a long time, and this sales continued until the day Maddock died.
Vader spent a little money to get this almost out-of-print storybook from an unknown ancestor.
This is a fairy tale for barbarians, a story that gives hope to children born in a fucked up world.
Although this hope eventually died.
Along with the Holy Mountain of Arreat.
"I just don't understand why people are never tolerant of mistakes, even if they are a kind person."
Luke actually understood, but the throbbing in his heart made him unwilling to understand.
Perhaps being hot-blooded can really effectively lower a person's IQ, and Luke is far from being a smart and calm person.
Jessica Jones may deserve mercy, but no one is qualified to forgive her.
Orak and Bulcaisel gave her a chance to atone for her sins, provided she survived.
She was not like Rumlow at that time, who needed the help of evidence of shame to wake up. She was very sober, but lacked the courage to take responsibility.
Rumlow was holding an empty wine bottle and standing on the roof of the unfinished New Seschelon, looking into the distance, with Talik sitting cross-legged next to him.
They haven't started training now, after all, training all the time would be boring.
The snow on the sacred mountain of Harrogas is gradually getting smaller, and the climate cannot remain unchanged.
Talik took out a bottle of wine from the piled building materials and placed it at Rumlow's feet.
The location of his collection was not told to Maddock, after all, he also needed some space of his own.
"Why, are you going to feel unfair like that idiot Luke?"
Talik said this in a calm tone.
"I'm wondering what you paid to make Bulqueso give up and send me to death on the spot."
Rumlow looked at Jessica, who was wielding the ax perfunctorily, and said slowly.
"That's not something you should worry about right now."
Talik inserted the Token of Shame in his hand into the stone beneath him. Although the new Sescheron was only half-built, it already had a general shape.
Talik motioned for Rumlow to grasp the rough handle of the Token of Shame, which was as thick as his forearm.
"Do you know? Before I became a soul, I tried to save many people with this weapon, but in the end they all failed to survive from Bulcaisel's hands."
Tarik looked at the handle of the Token of Shame that Rumlow was holding, and said a little seriously.
His age is not much different from that of Bulqueso, and their active years basically overlap.
"Because they ended up choosing a dirty road?"
Rumlow spoke of his conjecture as if he had been prepared for it.
"Because after the redemption was completed, they no longer knew who they were. However, when they found themselves, they were burdened with even more filthy filth in their madness."
Talik told the ending of those guys without hesitation.
"Perhaps one day I will also face Bulcaisuo's weapons, and you have already paid the price for me."
Rumlow tried to draw the Token of Shame, but gave up after a few attempts.
The legend was still too heavy for him now, just like he couldn't open the door of the pickup truck.
"For those bastards, I owe Bulcaisel a total of hundreds of promises, half of which are for him to continue to believe in me and the Witness of Shame."
When Rumlow heard Tarik's answer, the corner of his mouth twitched.
Hundreds of failures are definitely not a small number.
"If it were me, I might not trust you again when you fail for the third time."
Rumlow pretended to be relaxed and said.
"Before they died, they took away thousands of times their number of demons, which is similar to what you did before."
Each of those whom Tarik had given a chance would have wielded a butcher's knife at the devil at the beginning, making amends for their past mistakes in the constant fighting.
Then after the redemption, he lost his goal and gradually became crazy in the emptiness.
By the time they find themselves again, they are always completely crazy without exception.
"I once suspected that the Proof of Shame was a weapon made by Belial, because Bulcaisel could restore the entirety of the weapon, but even the strongest and burliest warrior could not wield the weapon in its complete form smoothly."
The Proof of Shame is a weapon that can only be used by barbarians, and it already looks like it has been cut off.
This strange power is exactly the same as the King of Lies.
According to Bulcaisel, the specifications of the complete Proof of Shame are hardly weapons that can be used by normal humans.
But that size is probably just right for a hell demon.
"What about your legend?"
Rumlow didn't care much about the future that hadn't happened yet. After all, it hadn't come yet, so there was no need to worry too early.
Now he just wants to know what kind of power Talik's legend has given him.
"Cleave, my legend lies in this weapon."
Talik pointed to the token of shame beside him.
After Talik's use, the Proof of Shame was tainted with his legendary power.
The Proof of Shame has truly taken on the shape of Talik, and that power can make Cleave four times more powerful based on anger.
Tarik said expressionlessly. As a defender, Tarik's final legend is a skill that can damage a group of enemies at the same time.
This may be the reason why he always leans against the gate of the Holy Mountain and does not let any enemy pass.
"If I bear the sin again this time, I hope you can deal with me personally."
Rumlow recalled the power Bulcaisel showed when he wanted to kill him, and spoke to Tarik very calmly.
He doesn't care about comparisons, nor is he afraid of crazy consequences.
At least now Rumlow has not completely solved all the problems. Those Hydras are never something that can be easily dealt with.
"I have basically relieved myself of the responsibility of guarding the gate of the Holy Mountain. If there is such a day, I will."
Talik's figure disappeared, leaving only a bottle of wine on the ground that was slowly freezing in the cold wind of Harrogath.
The Holy Mountain protects the souls and property of the barbarians, but that property needs to be buried in the soil of the Holy Mountain.
If Rumlow didn't pick up the bottle of wine, the bottle would probably freeze.
…
Tony was sitting there blankly, looking at each other with Pepo in front of him.
If Pepper hadn't repeatedly emphasized that she wasn't drinking, Tony would have thought that everything before was just a hallucination he had after drinking too much.
The absurd truth is always hard to accept, isn't it?
After dealing with the security team's inquiries in a perfunctory manner, Tony sat motionless at the table.
His security team mostly exists to isolate reporters, because basically no one would choose to attack him.
As the largest high-end arms supplier, Stark Group would not be able to think of anyone who would not think of causing trouble with him.
Everything that happened before had an impact on Tony's world view in a short period of time. After all, magic, something that was contrary to his understanding, was still a bit exciting.
Although Tony believed that what Ancient One showed could be achieved with the help of technology, it was still an unfamiliar system.
"I always feel that everything that happened today is a bit too mysterious."
Tony muttered softly, then picked up the phone and dialed Peggy Carter's number.
When encountering some supernatural events, it is more appropriate to leave it to professionals.
No matter how incompetent the professionals are, they can still make some useful suggestions.
Although Stark Industries is rich, Peggy Carter is obviously more trustworthy when facing these strange people.
"Hey, Aunt Peggy, I encountered something unusual. Can you find a professional to come to my place?"
Tony was rarely respectful when he spoke, and he also used a questioning tone in the conversation.
To be continued...