"Is Hamelin in the secret realm so difficult to deal with?"
Madoc's eyes were a little wandering, and he looked at the projection above with disdain.
"That's not what you said when you were wandering into the secret realm, Madoc."
Tarik turned his head and glanced at Madoc with some disdain.
Hamelin, as a demon with a surname, died at the hands of Orak, the god of war, but most of the ancestors present in the secret realm had experienced its difficulty.
An almost endless swarm of rats gnawed away at the body.
Only by experiencing that nightmare battle can we understand the greatness of Orak.
At this moment, a fighter plane landed steadily at the foot of the Holy Mountain of Harrogas. Hawkeye and Steve jumped out of the fighter plane.
"Is this the sacred mountain of Harrogas?"
Steve took the barely repaired shield from his back and said to Hawkeye.
Although he already knew about the existence of this sacred mountain from SHIELD's information, Captain America was still a little wary when he came to this place for the first time.
"Captain, I don't think you need to be so defensive."
Black Widow Natasha followed the two of them to the ground, wearing tight clothes that made her tremble in the cold wind.
"There are warm clothes and food on the plane. If you want to climb this mountain, you have to be fearless."
Eagle Eye said softly, and then looked at the projection on the top of the mountain with curiosity.
The scale of the projection is not small at all. Standing at the foot of the mountain, you can still see some pictures clearly.
Of course this is for eagle eyes with excellent vision.
"It looks like the person we're looking for is up there, so let's take action."
Steve didn't wait for Natasha to take down the cold-resistant clothes and food from the plane, and took steps directly.
"It doesn't look like we need that much."
Hawkeye turned around and glanced at Natasha, who had just gotten back into the plane, then waved her hand and followed Steve.
"Can your combat uniforms withstand the temperature here?"
Natasha put on a coat and followed behind. Although their combat uniforms all had temperature-regulating devices, the warmth was nothing in the cold wind of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.
After all, this holy mountain has its own will. The holy mountain is willing to accept brave men, but it never likes the kind of existence that overthinks everything.
"Let's go, as long as you are not afraid of nature, you can climb this mountain. Can you see the projection over there? Rumlow's battle can be seen there."
Hawkeye still takes good care of Natasha, and the friendship between the two cannot be explained by mere colleagues.
Hawkeye and Black Widow have fought side by side countless times.
The three Rumlows in the secret realm are working hard to clean up the densely packed rats, but the big rat Hamelin is still hiding in the shadows.
Demons with wisdom will never choose to attack rashly. Even if a guy of Hamelin's level is just a projection, he will test the strength of the comer.
The back of this big mouse was covered with abscess-like wounds, which contained not pus, but endless small mice.
Spreading disease and causing death is their power.
The three people who have not yet officially come into contact with Hamelin have begun to show fatigue, and the rats like a vast ocean are climbing towards them almost all the time.
"Rumlow!"
Luke waved his sword and opened a gap in the rats, shouting Rumlow's name.
"Fuck me!"
Rumlow cursed, raised the giant hammer above his head with both hands, and then dropped it heavily.
This is already the countless times Rumlow has used the Hammer of the Ancestors. As long as the anger he has accumulated in the battle reaches the minimum level, he will smash the hammer without hesitation.
Although Luke and Matthew can also unleash this combat skill, their heavy knockdown is not as effective compared to Rumlow's Hammer of the Ancestors which has been enhanced by the Ancestral Bracers.
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 the densely packed rats filled the vacancy and moved towards the three of them.
"We have to get close to that big rat."
The two weapons in Matthew's hands kept slashing, and each time he was able to kill a small group of rats.
But Hamelin's deep gaze made him feel that danger was everywhere.
"How to get close? These rats can't hurt me, but I can't break through the resistance of these guys."
Luke crushed a mouse that had slipped through the net with his foot and shouted without looking back.
"I'll lead the way, you follow me."
Matthew aimed at Hamelin and unleashed another violent collision.
This is not the first time he has made this attempt. The moment Hamelin's figure first appeared, he released this function, but was blocked by a light green mask.
After that, the three of them fell into a swarm of rats.
"You really don't want to give up."
Luke waved his weapon seemingly chaotically, turning all the rats around him into a bloody mist.
Then he followed Matthew closely.
At the moment when the two finally approached Hamelin, Luke raised his right leg high and stepped down boldly.
Trampled on the ground!
The most basic Earth Trample still has the power to stun the enemy, but this time it is to prevent Hamelin from releasing that annoying green light shield.
Even though this was Luke's first time trying to use 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 than this!
The inability to approach Hamelin means that this big rat cannot be defeated.
During this period of fighting, Luke had already thought of a way to deal with it.
Everything depends on this blow!
"ha!"
At this moment, Rumlow exerted force on his legs, raised the giant hammer in his hand and dropped it towards Hamelin's head.
Jump chop!
A flawless release!
Even if he didn't master the skill forms known as runes, the jump slash alone would allow him to get close to this annoying big rat.
With a bang! Rumlow landed outside the green light shield, trampling the rats under his feet to death. The giant hammer hit the light shield, making a sound of metal clashing.
His actions were still a beat slower, and Hamelin inside had woken up from his dizziness!
Although the ground trample released by Luke was successful, the huge gap in power level only made Hamelin dizzy for a short moment.
The released light shield separated the three people into two parts. Matthew and Luke faced Hamelin's eyes that contained cruelty and cunning.
"It seems we were fooled."
Matthew said while waving the weapon in his hand.
The ax and mace fell directly on Hamelin's head, opening a wound in the incomplete fur.
"So what? Are you going to give up fighting just because of this?"
Luke swung his sword and slashed at Hamelin's neck.
However, their attacks did not cause any effective damage!
"squeak!"
Hamelin roared, and the originally feeble and noisy rat cry was now like a barbarian's war cry, full of threat.
The pus wounds on Hamelin's back squirmed, and a group of shadow-like mice suddenly fell to the ground.
"Are you guys OK?"
Rumlow swung his giant hammer to sweep away the rats on the ground, and then shouted inside.
"Looks bad!"
Luke raised the sword and slashed again, but those shadowy mice crawled up his trouser legs.
These rats didn't seem to exist in reality, but the painful feeling of gnawing at the skin made Luke even more irritable.
"ha!"
Matthew aimed at Hamelin and buried his head again, pointing his weapon at the mouse's eyes and launching a charge!
At present, this is the function that he can use proficiently. After receiving the guidance of Leike and Leiko, his charge can no longer be underestimated!
In an instant, Matthew had appeared in front of Hamelin.
The moment two weapons pierced Hamelin's eyes, his anger surged!
Matthew's arms released huge force, flipping the car-sized mouse backwards!
"Hurry up, these little guys seem impossible to kill!"
After Luke failed in his attempt to eliminate the shadow rats, he held the war blade and released the hammer of the first group at Hamelin who was lying on his back on the ground!
The huge hammer was blazing with flames, and it landed on the rat's belly full of abscesses!
Just when he was about to accomplish his feat, a rat entity hiding in the shadows climbed onto his shoulder and tried to open the blood vessels on the side of Luke's neck!
"Luke!"
Rumlow turned around and hit the light shield with the hammer of ancestors, his eyes filled with impatience.
…
"I remember that the mask is indestructible, right?"
Madoc grasped his sorrow tightly in his hands and stood up, shouting with anger.
"As long as you are strong enough, nothing is indestructible."
Talik looked at the projection in the sky, his voice a little distant.
"If my heir dies, how are you going to compensate me?"
Madoc gritted his teeth when he spoke.
"You can't kill Hamelin again, that's just a projection."
Korik, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, came up with a brazier and spoke to Madoc.
"The Secret Realm is a level that all barbarians cannot bypass. What do you want to do? Charge it in with your giant axe, chop Hamelin's projection into pieces, and then declare these seedlings worthless?"
Tarik grabbed Madoc's shoulders, his eyes flashing with anger.
"I'm just hesitant about the unknown outcome."
Madoc looked at those eyes flashing with anger and sat back on the ground.
"You are no longer a prophet, Madoc!
Back then, you would always take your promising recruits into the secret realm, but how many recruits were bitten to death by rats that were far above their level?
Excessive care always leads to unexpected death, haven't you let go yet?"
Bulcaisel walked down the steps and stood beside Madoc.
He looked up and watched Luke squeezing the rat to death and pressing the wound on his neck.
"I remember that at that time you would always take that boy secretly into the secret realm, and you even always wanted to make him your heir. That boy looked really similar to you."
Bulcasso picked up a bottle of wine and took a sip from it, then threw it to Madoc, who was a little lost.
Madoc poured the wine bottle into his mouth crazily, but all the wine inside passed through his illusory body and fell to 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 roared lowly.
"That kid is not your son, you should know very well."
Talik looked at the wine spilled on the snow and whispered. This was the smallest voice he could make.
"Yes! In order to protect the Holy Mountain, I left nothing behind."
Mardoc planted the giant ax on the ground and raised his head to look at the battle in the secret realm.
…
"Keep fighting and leave me alone!"
Luke waved the war blade with one hand, and then raised his leg again.
Shadow rats have crawled all over his lower body, sometimes revealing some of Luke's limbs.
No flesh and blood can be seen on it, only a section of white bones remains.
Hamelin's Shadow Rats.
When they are not attacking, everyone will regard these things as illusions.
As a demon with a surname, Hamelin has never been a waste who can only summon rats.
At that time, Orac realized that he could not eliminate the shadow rats, so he risked everything to chop off Hamelin's head.
But he himself died in the mouths of these dangerous and strange rats.
The secret realm will not leave the barbarians with no way out, so the moment Hamelin's projection dies, these rats will disappear.
But even if Bulcasso enters this secret realm, these rats can't hurt Bulcasso's powerful body, but he can't kill these cruel little things.
"boom!"
Luke's legs, which were left with only bones in their bones, stepped heavily on the ground.
This time he has mastered the key to releasing the trampling of the earth, and Hamelin's projection was immediately dizzy!
As Hamelin became dizzy, the green light mask also disappeared.
"Xia!"
Rumlow raised his giant hammer with both hands and hit Hamelin hard on the head.
The Hammer of the Ancestors, which had been augmented by the Bracers of the Ancestors, was directly embedded in Hamelin's jaw.
"Drink the medicine!"
Matthew roared and launched a charge.
This time, the two weapons plowed open Hamelin's abscess-covered belly, and globs of yellow-green pus and a large pool of unformed mouse embryos rolled to the ground.
…
"Madoc, I shouldn't have let you do this at that time."
Tarik looked at the projection and said a little disappointed.
He had always seen what Maddock did at that time, but he did not stop this violation of convention.
A mature barbarian takes a new recruit on an adventure, and he can quickly let the new recruit master the power of his blood.
But that kind of savage never made a legend.
And the child chosen by Madoc died in the mouth of a mouse hiding in the corner before he became powerful.
"That child had a brighter future. He didn't deserve to die at the hands of the demons locked up in the secret realm."
Korik didn't mean to comfort Madoc at all, and spoke coldly, his words were like the cold wind howling on the top of the mountain.
Korik didn't know this at the time. By the time he knew all this, Madoc was already sitting alone in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain.
If he knew, he would definitely stop Madoc from doing this.
"I know! That was my fault! I never chose anyone to be my successor after that!"
Madoc punched the giant axe.
The hand that was already a soul body was scratched by this legendary weapon called "Madoc's Sorrow", and illusory liquid flowed out like a drop of blood.
"You finally made your choice, my brother."
Bulcaisel sat directly next to Maddock and spoke loudly.
…
"squeak!!!"
Hamelin's badly beaten body was trembling continuously.
A hysterical cry came from his mouth!
A projection that adapts to the limits of Matthew and the others will not be so powerful that the three of them are unable to fight back.
But it is not easy to kill him completely!
"quick!"
Luke shouted loudly.
He could already feel the gnawing pain coming from his internal organs!
The feeling of constantly recovering and then being bitten drove him crazy.
Luke suddenly threw the war blade in the direction of Hamelin, and then roared loudly with anger.
Although his body is not strong enough to use throwing weapons, simply throwing weapons is not a problem.
After training, he is still somewhat accurate.
Although Luke had not yet felt the approach of death at this time, the deathly silence was already waving to him not far away.
Even if he used the medicine bottle, he couldn't change his current state, because the shadow rats had already clung to him.
No matter how hard he struggled, these cruel and vicious little things would never leave him.
"ha!"
Matthew's yelling was a bit sharp, but no one was in the mood to laugh at his broken voice.
The two weapons pressed down on both sides, and a green light flashed across his body!
suppress!
Skills from the Barbarian.
Attack the enemy by bursting into anger and turning it into stress.
Matthew, who was stepping on Hamelin's stomach, struck Hamelin's upper abdomen deeply.
The burst of pressure made Hamelin like a squeezed can. After making an indescribable noise, pus and blood spattered everywhere!
The yellow-green paste contained unformed mouse embryos and looked as disgusting as gold juice with broken pieces.
Among them, a strong stench rushed towards Matthew's sensitive nasal cavity.
The shadow rats that were not slow-moving had already clung to Matthew, but the power that the weakened Hamelin could provide to the shadow rats began to fade.
Streams of blood spattered from Matthew's legs and fell on Hamelin's body.
The shadow rats are now unable to completely swallow everything in their mouths, and Hamelin's death is imminent!
"die!"
Rumlow once again raised the hammer and brought it down heavily on Hamelin's head.
His anger is full!
This time, the Hammer of the Ancestors directly smashed Hamelin's head into a puddle of minced meat, and then everything Hamelin created was turned into ashes in an instant!
The group of shadow rats clinging to Luke disappeared in an instant, revealing the bloody chest and legs with only white bones stained red by the flowing blood.
He still stood firmly on the spot, but the bleeding continued.
…
"Madoc, I don't understand why you would eliminate this."
Bulcasso took out another bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.
"If a child trusts you, admires your strength, and then dies due to your negligence. Can you still say that?"
Madoc raised his head and looked at Bulcasso in front of him.
"I don't know, but I know I can't save everyone."
Bulcaisel didn't care about Madoc's questions.
Should heroes save everyone?
No hero has ever been able to do this. The road to saving the world is always accompanied by sacrifice.
"I failed to save Deckard Cain, and I failed to save Leah. Even now everyone in the sanctuary is displaced, avoiding Malthael's half-hearted search."
Bulcasso took a swig of wine.
"But can you say that I haven't changed anything? I will grieve, but I will not leave a legend in the name of sadness, Madoc! Blind sadness has never been valuable."
Bulcasso put down the wine bottle in his hand and walked towards the golden portal leading to the secret realm.
Rumlow and the others won, but they were covered in scars and needed some help.
Interfering with the secret realm after it has ended is not considered a violation of the rules.
After all, blood bottles are not omnipotent, and those thirty seconds are enough for them to watch a life pass away.
Now Rumlow and the others are real barbarian warriors.
"Why can you ignore this?"
Madoc grasped the handle of the giant ax and shouted to Bulcasso.
"Because I am not a prophet. I only fight until the last moment when death is inevitable. And before you meet an invincible opponent, you still have a choice."
Bulcaisel's figure completely penetrated into the secret realm, leaving Madoc looking at the projection above his head.
When the identities of prophet and warrior are combined into one, it may not be a good thing for a barbarian.
Even though Madoc has never escaped from a battle, he always has the right to choose that others do not have because he can know the outcome in advance.
Choice will lead to hesitation, and people who hesitate will always be immersed in the past and cannot extricate themselves.
"Well Madoc, your heir did well."
Tarik reached out and held Madoc's shoulder, watching Bulcaisel in the projection stuffing the medicine bottle into Luke's mouth.
"Madoc, you have to know that Nilasek made the wrong choice in complex thinking. Barbarians don't need to think so much. It's enough to know what is right and then walk on this path.
.”
Kerik held the brazier in his hand and walked towards the gate of the Holy Mountain.
As the most conscientious gatekeeper of the Holy Mountain, he is going to welcome new visitors.
The Holy Mountain told him that those human beings had a being somewhat similar to him, and he planned to go see if he could get an heir.
"Olac, do you really not like this girl? She has done quite well so far."
Banal did not get involved in the discussion of the Gatekeepers of the Holy Mountain. He knew all about Madoc's past and expressed disdain for it.
Just like he has never looked down on those elders, Berserker Barnal only likes fighting, the kind of fighting that does not require thinking!
"Who can always turn the tide? Bulcaisel?"
Orak looked a little shaken as he watched Jessica hiding in the underground maze in the projection.
Everything Jessica encountered was almost consistent with what he experienced at that time, and what happened next was the real test.
Orak was moved by the pain of being blocked by the zombies and almost suffocating.
"Death that is approaching quickly will not leave much pain. When death approaches slowly, it is the beginning of despair."
Orak muttered casually, his face falling into shadow as he lowered his head.
…
"Death!"
Jessica smashed the head of the zombie closest to her with a somewhat crazy fist, and then cut off the arm reaching for her with an axe.
Jessica, who was forced back into the house by the zombies, luckily discovered the secret door hidden under the carpet. When she entered the house, she tripped on the carpet and found this chance of survival.
Jessica got into the maze, closed the door of the maze, and then listened to the dense sounds coming from the door in the darkness.
The sound was as harsh as fingernails scraping against an old-fashioned blackboard in a community school.
These subtle movements in the darkness were amplified, and Jessica felt deeply uneasy.
Jessica held the weapon tightly in her hand. The rotten meat juice from the walking corpses made the ax handle a little slippery, and the lingering stench was not worth paying attention to.
Jessica has become accustomed to this smell during the constant fighting.
Most underground mazes have hidden vents, but this place is different.
Jessica could feel the lifelessness and her breathing became less smooth.
…
"The maze looks like it hasn't been repaired yet. There aren't even torches."
Banal looked at the projection screen processed by the Holy Mountain and made a "smacking" sound in his mouth.
"There are no vents in that place, so the only way to survive is to kill all the walking corpses."
Orak looked at Jessica's frightened expression on the projection and said emotionlessly.
"How long did that door block the walking corpses at that time?"
Banal's eyes were a little red, now was his best chance to get to know his idol.
"I don't know, but the zombie obviously won't open the secret door. If she just waits like this, she will only gradually weaken until she dies."
After entering the maze, Orak's first choice was to open the secret door, so that he would only have to face a small number of walking corpses at the same time.
After the zombie's body is below the calf, move the position, and then repeat the process.
If Jessica chooses to stay behind the secret door and wait for death without taking any action, then the ancestors have no interest in watching a human being gradually weaken and die.
"Those guys don't have to breathe, so how did you manage to retreat all the way to the end without suffocating to death?"
Banal looked at Orak who was sitting there, a little curious.
"Use hard blows to create gaps in the wall. As long as you bury it two or three times, the place will start to breathe."
Orak said coldly.
After his death, Banal always took the time to chat with him.
This chat continued until Banal appeared in the form of a soul on the holy mountain.
The two dead men no longer need to discuss fighting techniques, because there is no need at that time.
After all, the soul after death will never become stronger.
So these two ancestors haven't chatted together for a long time.
"What tribe does Bulcaisso come from? I have never heard anyone mention it."
Banal looked at Jessica's panicked expression in the projection above his head and began to look for topics out of boredom.
"Wild fowl? Thunder? Or the Bear Tribe? That guy always chats with Korik, likes to wield Whirlwind, and has such a powerful body."
"Stag Tribe, Bulcaisuo is a person born in the Buck Tribe, just like Warusk."
Hirab the Conqueror came out and spoke to Banal.
None of the ancestors on the Holy Mountain were more familiar with the existence of Bulcasso than he was.
Korik was the leader of the Wild Bird Tribe before he received the call from his ancestors, and Whirlwind is the signature of the Thunder Tribe.
A strong physique is the style of the Big Bear Tribe.
"He was still calling..."
When Hailab said this, he turned around and looked around. There was no figure of Bulcasso around, so he continued to speak.
"When he was still called shirtless and wearing a tie, I don't know why he was called that name. At first, he was stupid and stupid. He just completed all the training tasks on time and in quantity every day, then ate, and then slept. The whole day goes on 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 wanted to change his name.
You know, there is no reason for barbarians to change their names arbitrarily.
So I rejected him, but who knew he would become stronger quickly, just like every time he kills a demon, he becomes stronger immediately.
It wasn't until decades later that he became Bulcasso and became like a barbarian.
That bastard grabbed me and beat me for seven days!"
When Hailab said this, he shrank his neck as if he was frightened.
"Since then, this guy has seemed like a different person, and he no longer has those fantastic ideas.
Can you believe that guy asked me where Bulcasso was when he first met me?
If I knew where my ancestors were, would I still stay on the holy mountain and watch the barbarians continue to die at the hands of demons?
So I told him, 'Bulkess is in the heart of every savage,' and he went down the mountain."
Hailab kept nagging at Banal, and the somewhat unbearable Orak directly picked up the God of War Blade and slapped him down on the snow.
"Bulkessor is the last member of the Buck Tribe. The traveler before him, Kyle Odvari, was considered the last survivor of the Buck Tribe. Until Bulkesso appeared."
Orak glanced at the projection, and then spoke to Banal.
"The Stag Tribe is strong and intelligent, and can quickly master the skills of other tribes. Perhaps it is the inheritance of blood.
Look at who on the Holy Mountain can master all the barbarian skills like him? He can even master the talent! Sonya can't do this. That's why he was recognized as the next Immortal King."
Orak took back the God of War's Blade that was pressed on Hyrab's head to his waist, and then stood up.
He doesn't want to wait any longer for Jessica Jones to make her choice.
At that time, he only hesitated for a few breaths, but now after chatting for such a long time, Jessica still stayed behind the secret door and cowered.
It seems that this trial will last for a long time.
"Am I the only one who doesn't know about Bulcaisel's past?"
Banal raised Hairab on the ground and asked.
"Except for you, no one cares about Bulcaisel's past. Anyway, he is already the strongest barbarian. Is there anything else that needs to be investigated?"
A smile appeared on Helab's face, and then he sat where Orak was sitting.
…
"Are you here to be tested?"
Korik said to Steve in front of him. When he saw the shield, he was obviously a little dissatisfied.
"Hello, I'm here to find Rumlow."
Steve looked at Kerik's illusory body in front of him without any surprise in his eyes.
After all, after encountering angels, demons and vampires one after another, he has become somewhat accustomed to these strange existences.
The presence of ghosts in this world does not seem to be a big deal.
"Ouch."
Korik looked a little disappointed, then put the brazier in his arms on the ground, turned around and left.
The brazier was a gift he planned to give to his heirs. After all, people who had just climbed the Holy Mountain would still feel uncomfortable in the cold wind.
He is different from Maddock. Maddock did not choose his successor, but he never had anyone want to succeed 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 own name.
Everyone knows that the legendary power on the Proof of Shame was given by Talik, but he is different.
In his hand was the weapon that was taken from the enemy commander during the battle of Bastion Fortress.
Because of this story, this weapon was called "Bastin's Power".
Kolik originally planned to call it "Kolik's Madness", but the popularity of this name was too weak, and over time it became the name "Bastin's Power".
And the legend of Kolik was forgotten intentionally or unintentionally.
"Well, can I go up?"
Steve glanced at the brazier on the ground, but did not go to it.
Some places have unique cultures and traditions, and Steve will not take rash actions.
"Ouch."
Kolik responded casually and left directly in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain.
Apparently he wasn't very happy.
Steve was a little confused. He carefully bypassed the brazier on the ground and followed Kerik directly.
Along the way, there was no communication between Kolik and Steve.
Korik really wanted an heir. After all, even Madoc and Tarik had heirs. As the third ancestor, Korik didn't want to stand out from the crowd.
He just doesn't want to be out of the crowd, he's not envious.
Not far behind them, Hawkeye walked here with Natasha, who was shivering in the cold wind.
Natasha was targeted by Harrogath Holy Mountain because of the extra coat she wore.
After all, it is only fair that everyone should be tested in the same situation.
The coat on his body could keep his body warm, but it could not withstand the cold wind on the holy mountain of Harrogath.
That kind of coldness acts on the soul.
"Natasha, there is a brazier there. It seems to be specially prepared for us. You go and warm yourself first."
Hawkeye saw the brazier on the ground at a glance and spoke to the black widow.
He raised his head and glanced at the projection that was still there, and was a little curious about the panicked Jessica inside.
Panic is always getting more and more intense. When a person is thinking wildly in the dark, his thoughts can easily get out of control and panic will increase accordingly.
If you want to avoid panicking, your best option is to find something to do.
"Are all these savages so considerate?"
A seductive smile appeared subconsciously on Natasha's face, and she bit the corner of her mouth gently with a very sultry expression.
"I have never experienced this kind of treatment. Maybe preferential treatment for ladies?"
Hawkeye made a little joke, and then walked to the brazier with Natasha.
"Aren't you worried about Captain?"
Natasha was a little confused about Hawkeye's actions, but she didn't have too much doubt.
After all, among the three people who came here, only Hawkeye was experienced.
"Anyone with courage here can climb to the top of the mountain. I don't think the captain lacks courage. I didn't see him along the way. Maybe he has already gone up."
Hawkeye glanced at the surrounding environment and saw two rows of footprints on the ground.
That was what Korik and Steve left behind. The ancestors on the Holy Mountain of Harrogas are not the kind of ghosts who walk on the snow without leaving a trace. They are different.
For example, they can touch everything here, including the snow.
"Then let's just go. I don't think it's a good idea to touch these things without permission."
As an elite agent, Black Widow knows exactly what she is doing. This time it is not a stealth mission, nor does she need to steal intelligence.
She doesn't want to experience any weird things she sees.
Especially this time, the target is not some scumbag little organization that doesn't even recognize her face.
"Let's go."
Hawkeye uttered two words and followed Steve's footprints on the ground to avoid the brazier.
It is not difficult to identify the owners of these two sets 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.
…
"Sir, what should I call you?"
As Steve walked, he gradually saw the ruins of buildings that could be seen everywhere on the Holy Mountain of Harrogas.
He didn't think much about this unfinished building-like project, he just silently noted the path in his mind.
Before carrying out this mission, he had prepared for battle and carefully studied the information collected.
But now it seemed that it was not necessary to fight, which made him let down his guard a little.
"Korik, Gatekeeper of the Holy Mountain."
Korik answered casually, this time he didn't reply with an "ouch".
After all, there is no need to carry the emotion of disappointment all the time, just as he looked down upon Madoc who was always immersed in disappointment.
Kolik believes that no matter what kind of emotion it is, it doesn’t need to last forever. Love will become stronger, but it doesn’t need to be talked about all the time.
Anger will accumulate strength, but you cannot remain angry all the time.
The stronger the emotion, the more difficult it is to think.
It's as boring as if Mardoc would not choose an heir because of his own mistakes. What's the use of emotions that last so long that everyone forgets them except himself?
Can hating Diavolo for ten thousand years kill this demon?
The long emotions have no effect other than moving yourself.
This is the freedom and ease that belongs to Kolik.