Gil and Ancient Yi looked at the fierce battle between Bulcaisuo and Madoc, and both showed expressions of amazement.
It's not that they showed such appalling power, but that the battle scene, as if they were dancing in coordination with each other, was full of fiery and heroic beauty!
When the giant ax and the two swords crossed each other, the sparks created left brilliant colors on the pale snow.
The wind stirred up by the swing of the weapon blew away the snowflakes that had accumulated on the holy mountain for many years.
The two warriors fought at a very short distance, accompanied by war cries that sounded from time to time. Every move, every move, and every time the sharp blade crossed the body was full of excitement of jumping on the edge of death.
The surrounding barbarian ancestors had already picked up their weapons, raised them high, and shouted for the battle in front of them.
When the shouts became one, they took on a mysterious rhythm and sounded on this mountain peak covered with traces of war.
The howling cold wind gradually joined this barbarian feast, and at this time the barbaric music officially sounded!
The clash of weapons was like the beating of rhythmic drums, and the voices of barbarians became songs that have been passed down through the ages.
The stone pillars in front of the Elder's Temple were lit with fire not far away, and the raging fire melted the snow.
The ancestral souls of those women traveled through Harrogath and began to prepare the food for today's feast.
"Ancestor Mardoc, no one in this world can support your desire to fight!"
Bulcaisel's double swords set off a gust of fierce wind and slashed towards Madoc's eyes.
"Boy, before you inherit the title of Immortal King, I will only treat your words as suggestions!"
The giant ax in Mardoc's hand made a swift sweep, deflecting Bulcaisso's swords.
Both of them are fighting with the minimum strength for the barbarians. Their purpose is not to determine the winner, but to use battle and blood to let the holy mountain of Harrogas unfold the story of the barbarians in the past.
glory.
Madoc is a legendary barbarian, even the Lord of Hell would avoid fighting him.
But this heroic ancestor fell into the fever of battle and was buried by the corpses of demons.
His passing was full of regrets, and this regret made him the first spirit of ancestors to respond when Bulcaisso used the summons of ancestors.
Bulcaisel's double swords rotated along with Madoc's power, passed over his head, and then slashed towards Madoc again.
"I am already the king of the barbarians, even the ancestors should give in under my power and glory!"
Bulkiso's double swords began to accumulate power. With the limited expenditure of power, Bulkiso gradually gathered anger, accumulating the remnants of each collision of the blades.
At this time, he wants to use victory to bring an end to the opening ceremony of this festival!
"Then you will become the Immortal King!"
Madoc roared, he ignored the double knives wielded by Bulcasso, and the giant ax in his hand hit Bulcasso's head hard!
"ha!"
Bulcaisel is very aware of the legendary power of this ancestor, the magical power that can knock out his opponent regardless of any conditions if he is willing.
That is his interpretation of anger and the embodiment of his bravery and fearlessness!
If he is hit by this blow, although the two's restraint of power will not seriously hurt each other, it will undoubtedly cause him to fail.
Bulcaisel roared and activated the skill called Ignore Pain!
He met Madoc's giant ax with his own head, and a scar was cut on his forehead by the rough ax blade, but the two knives in his hand also fell on Madoc's neck at the same time!
"I am destined to be the immortal king!"
When Bulcaisel's double swords landed, the body of ancestor Madoc became illusory, and then returned to the transparent color belonging to the soul body.
Bulcaisel took off the flask from his waist and threw the wine of this world into Madoc's soul.
"So, you'd better be patient!"
Bulcaisuo looked at the burning fire pots on the Holy Mountain of Harrogas and turned his attention to the path up the mountain.
There were some brave men climbing up there.
Madoc took the wine flask and poured the wine into his soul-turned-body.
He knew that even if he was restored to life, he would no longer be Bulkesso's opponent.
However, he will not surrender yet.
"Wait until you truly inherit that title!"
After saying that, his figure disappeared from everyone's sight.
Gil and Gu Yi completely watched the competition, which was more like a dance than a battle. They looked at Bulcasso and the barbarians gradually dispersing around them, a little confused.
The two of them, who knew little about the barbarian's past, felt strangely excluded.
"Uncle, can we make the barbecue you mentioned now?"
Gil looked at the armored Bulcasso in the field and whispered.
Bulcaisel took off his helmet and began to put the armor back into his backpack, but he still looked at the road up the mountain.
"My Gil, wait a moment, I want to see with my own eyes what those guys who change from fools to brave men in a few days are really like."
As he said this, Bulcasso had left only his skirt and combat boots, standing shirtless in the snow.
At this time, the barbarian ceremony officially began with the huge fire in front of the Elder's Temple.
Gu Yi looked at the burly figure in front of him and hesitated.
She didn't know if she was going to tell Bulcasso what she knew about the future.
After all, Crossbones is not a good person no matter how you look at it.
In other words, no matter who the agents in S.H.I.E.L.D. are, innocent lives are lost in their hands.
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"Boss, are these guys ghosts?"
The agent who was a little timid looked at the barbarian ancestors wandering around on the Harrogas Mountain, and hesitated.
Since these moving ghosts appeared in their sight, they have pointed their guns at those guys who are everywhere.
Although he has seen many supernatural beings during his mission, most of them are people with super powers. No matter how magical those guys are, they are still within the scope of human beings.
At least those guys are alive.
At this time, even the firearms in their hands could not give them peace of mind.
After all, no matter what legend it is, ghosts are not something that can be attacked on a physical level.
"Shut up! Watch honestly!"
Rumlow shouted angrily at his men with some dissatisfaction.
Maybe this way can bring him some sense of security.
After all, for him, ghosts were rare things that he had never seen before, so how could he not feel afraid?
When their small team climbed the last step, they saw a burly and barbaric man looking at them.
At this time, they finally breathed a sigh of relief, because at least the figure in front of them was alive.
This can be confirmed by the mist sprayed from Bulcaisel's mouth and nose.
"I advise you not to point the toys at me, otherwise you won't be able to go back."
Bulcaisuo looked at these guys in front of him and reminded them kindly.
After all, no matter what the reason is, using a weapon against others means you are ready to fight.
And these guys obviously don't have the ability to survive Bulkeso's hands.
Bulcaisel's voice frightened the two agents. After all, the loud voice of a barbarian is not something that ordinary people can adapt to.
