Casillas shouted at the top of his lungs while swinging the ax in his hand.
"oh."
Kanuk took off the evil-proof shoulder armor and wiped it carefully.
He completely ignored Casillas' request.
After all, no matter how fierce Casillas screams, the movements of his hands are meticulous.
If you want to shout loudly, let him shout. Anyway, barbarians will always roar when they fight.
Kanuk wasn't surprised.
"I said I want to see my teacher!"
"oh."
Canuck said perfunctorily.
Casillas is obviously not smart enough, otherwise Canuk would not accept this little mage as his successor.
Chief Kanuk has never been a warrior who is good at thinking.
After all, even a warrior who is good at thinking cannot develop that kind of fighting style that moves forward.
Therefore, the Bull tribe declined a lot after him. Although it can still continue, it is no longer as strong as it was when Leiko led it.
Kanuk put the evil-proof shoulder armor back on, then groped around on the ground twice, pulled out a piece of black bread and waved it casually.
“It feels good.”
Kanuk muttered, a little vaguely.
He is not a warrior like Madoc who is good at controlling, and can use an iron rod to properly control his successor.
Casillas is not the tough guy like Luke, and the iron rod is a bit too dangerous for him.
He chose brown bread because he was afraid of accidentally sending Casillas away.
Bulcasso was sitting on a rock not far away, watching the little mage who never stopped talking transform into a warrior.
I can't say I'm happy, just a little nostalgic.
Before Malthael came to the Holy Mountain, the barbarians who built New Sescheron always trained with their ancestors in their free time.
Now there are only a few small fish left.
In his perception, Matthew Murdoch's breath fluctuated slightly, but there was no sign of danger.
Bul-Katho can teleport to these barbarians at any time, and the blood of the Nephalem itself can be used as a teleportation beacon.
An enemy that allows the barbarians to exert their power arbitrarily is never a bad thing for the barbarians. Moreover, this enemy does not seem to pose much of a threat.
"I recently thought of a nice punching bag, are you interested?"
Ancient One stood behind Bulcaisuo and said with a smile on his face.
Casillas is the disciple she has always had a headache with. It cannot be said that Casillas has no talent as a mage, but a mage who is not smart enough will not be able to go far on this path.
So Barbarian might be a path that takes him further, which is a good thing.
She thought about it for a while, and finally decided to let Bulcasso find something to do.
Through this period of understanding, she knew that the sandbag would not be mercilessly blown away by Bulkesso.
After all, although that guy has brought war, he is still a decent guy. At least the fact that he brings order can make him called justice.
"Oh? Is this considered a reward for helping you take care of your apprentice?"
Bulcaisel stood up from the ground and moved his shoulders.
New sandbag, this is the best news he has heard in the past two days.
"He was once a warrior. After all, he was also very passionate about fighting."
Ancient One took out a bottle of treasure from his sleeve and handed it to Bulcasso.
Ancient One was talking about the strong man who had to use periodic slumber to slow down the pace of death because the power in his body continued to expand.
Odin!
The master of Asgard and the nominal master of the Nine Realms.
Over the years, Odin has stood up thunder for the earth countless times.
Because Odin's body strength is gradually unable to withstand the increasing energy, the current Odin may be much weaker than her.
But it won't make people think that Odin is a soft persimmon. After all, when he is willing to give up everything to fight, the energy that is so powerful that even the body can't bear it will make the enemy afraid.
The two were once considered equals, but Ancient One has suddenly become the new master of the dark dimension.
Now Odin is afraid that he will no longer be the opponent of Ancient One.
"It doesn't sound like a disgusting existence."
Bulcaisel took the wine and muttered. For a barbarian, the title "a warrior" is a good comment.
Even if his voice was not deliberately amplified, it was carried very far on the Holy Mountain.
"His name is Odin, King of Asgard."
Gu Yi smiled with a bit of joy in his misfortune.
"Odin? The hammer's father?"
Bulcaisu thought for a moment and took out a hammer that shone with lightning from his backpack.
The hammer head is a whole piece exuding a warm yellow color, surrounded by lightning, and looks very energetic.
The son of Odin, a legendary hammer often seen in Bul-Katho.
During the battle with demons, you can always see various imitation legends falling to the ground, although most of them cannot escape the fate of being broken down into materials.
No one knows how this hammer ended up in the shelter, but the original one is in Bulcaisso's backpack.
When attacking, lightning can be released from time to time to damage the enemy, and it can also increase the power of lightning.
The only thing that makes Bulkesso feel good is that this increase will not be reduced due to the strength of the user.
Sometimes this kind of increase can still play a good role.
Ancient Yi looked at the hammer in Bulcaisuo's hand with some surprise in his eyes.
The aura exuded by this hammer is much more powerful than that of Mjolnir. To be honest, the aura on this hammer does not look like Mjolnir, but more like Thor Odinson himself.
"It's impossible to tell..."
Gu Yi looked at the hammer with some distress, she felt like she really wanted to know some great secret.
Could it be said that Odin also gave birth to a hammer before giving birth to Thor?
"I just happened to want to ask him how he gave birth to a hammer."
Bulcaisel's expression is a little weird. Human children usually come out with their heads first. So when a hammer is born, does the head or the handle come out first?
The fact that a person can give birth to a hammer is still a bit shocking.
"I am also very curious……"
Ancient Yi felt more and more that the power emanating from this hammer was like the blood of Odin himself. Having known Odin for many years, Ancient Yi could not distinguish the aura of an old acquaintance.
Then she sent a message to Odin, basically saying that when sparring, please choose a place where no one is watching.
After all, Odin is not the same guy as Dormammu. Ancient Yi still contacted Odin first when making the appointment for a battle.
After all, making an appointment with an increasingly cautious old soldier cannot be achieved by just visiting the door.