"Matthew, fighting has nothing to do with posture. What does fighting rely on? Can you think clearly?"
There was a smile on Leiko's face, although Matthew couldn't see it.
But that didn't stop her from showing a kind smile.
This teaching method of asking questions to guide thinking is actually not very easy to use. After all, Matthew is not a child.
The tone of coaxing the child was also a bit strange, but Matthew didn't care too much.
"You are making things difficult for me again. Isn't this kind of thing different for everyone? There is no fixed answer to faith, courage, or strength."
Matthew waved the mace in his hand and smiled gently. He has a unique affinity in interpersonal communication.
A handsome lawyer, if he didn't have blindness and conscience, he might have become rich a long time ago.
"Brain."
Leiko gave her answer directly.
This is not fighting with "brains" like Kanuk, but talking about fighting wisdom.
Although Canuck's fighting method is quite effective, it is not suitable for Matthew.
As the person who knows the most about fate on the holy mountain of Harrogath, Reiko sees the battle a little differently from what other ancestors see.
Maybe Madoc can relate to her.
Although she also advocates strength, compared to Cassius and the others, Leiko prefers to consider every aspect of the battle.
Learning is also one of the reasons why Leiko became a legend.
For example, in the picture that fate showed her, why would she make such a decision in the future?
When fate treats Leiko, he is not only harsh like a parent, but also kind like a father.
Leiko can study in advance until fate truly recognizes that Leiko no longer needs strict control.
Unfortunately, until the moment when Leiko fought against her fate but still died, she was unable to escape from that sad rehearsal.
Another regret.
Fortunately, Di Leiko is alive now.
"Learning is always the fastest way to make progress. You can't master any new combat skills as easily as Sonya. After all, there is only one Sonya."
Leiko paused for a moment and looked at Matthew in front of her with some satisfaction.
Matthew was better than she initially thought, but Matthew could not be the heir of a certain ancestor, nor could he bear the glory of these warriors.
The blind warrior is ultimately locked to his limit.
Perhaps when facing Diavolo, not having to see the ferocious appearance that represents fear itself would reduce his psychological pressure.
But the enemies of the barbarians are not all human beings. If you have not seen the strange shapes of demons with your own eyes, you are bound to suffer some losses during the battle.
When faced with a realm made of fear, Matthew will become a complete headless fly.
In the realm of fear, not being able to see the enemy is fatal. After all, it is already very difficult to observe the environment under the control of others.
"So, Ancestor Leiko, you have already thought about what I should learn?"
Matthew became a supporter at the right time.
Moderate responses help keep the conversation going.
"What you should learn is how to identify danger. You will become stronger. There is always a way..."
Leiko nodded, took out a wooden stick in her hand, and waved it up and down.
His body also began to exude a dangerous aura, and he kept rushing towards Matthew in front of him.
There are no rules for vigorously crushing, it just allows Matthew to get familiar with it in advance.
But Leiko suddenly frowned and turned around.
"Kanuk! Bring your heir to me! One sheep is also herding two sheep."
Leiko looked at the place not far away. Canuck was staying inside, teaching Casillas a lesson.
Canuck can be found wherever there is a Reiko Land.
A bit annoying, but still tolerable.
As long as Canuck didn't bother her all the time, the feeling would be bearable.
Just watching Canuk keep slapping Casillas on the back of the head, Reiko couldn't stand it.
Reiko felt a little disturbed by Kanuk's rough and irrational teaching methods.
Although Leiko is not a good teacher, she is still better than Kanuk.
Rough education will only cultivate fear. Unless you are a very big-hearted child, it will inevitably leave some shadows.
"It's great that you are willing to take over this kid's training. I can't stand this guy anymore."
Kanuk said with a gentle smile on his face, a little flattering.
Kanuk's brain can't express any dialogue with high emotional intelligence. It seems that fighting with his "brain" has a great impact.
Casillas is not the best successor in his mind, but he is enough to be ranked in the top three.
Determination and curiosity are the qualities Kanuk values most, and kindness is even better.
It's just that Kanuk never learned how to teach others, so his methods were too rough, and he didn't have much status left for other guys in his heart.
Kanuk is so petty that he can only show off to Leiko and other barbarians...
Therefore, he is always worthy of the trust of his peers.
"You're always like this. Your indomitable energy crashes into Azmodan's belly, right?"
Leiko was joking.
Then he waved to Casillas.
"Son, you and Matthew are a little bit similar, both are equally stubborn."
Leiko said and lightly tapped Matthew on the shoulder with the wooden stick in her hand.
When talking about this topic, Matthew's movements were somewhat deformed.
The impact of blindness is still somewhat serious.
There will be deviations in the sense of distance, positioning oneself, etc.
Even though Matthew had received arduous training before becoming a savage, it was not enough.
"Ancestor Leiko, my eyes can be restored, right?"
Matthew asked openly.
When dealing with the ancestors, it is best to speak directly when you have something to say. It will only be annoying to meander around.
After all, what else can the dead get from the living?
At most it's just respect.
Matthew is still a little concerned about whether he can regain his sight.
Especially after hearing that there was no hint of this in Leiko's words, he still asked.
"Okay, but why should we do this?"
Kanuk curled his lips and said some shocking words:
"You are no one's heir. Even if you become a barbarian, it is only Bulcaisuo's goodwill.
Although you are very upright, that is not what makes you an excellent warrior."
Canuck is not afraid of offending people.
Besides, Matthew had already expected this.
No one on the holy mountain will pay the price for him, so no one will help him heal these eyes.
Matthew has long been accustomed to the feeling of blindness, but he is still full of hope for the light.
"Ancestor Kanuk, what kind of price is required? Can I pay it for him? Or can I share it with him?"
Casillas asked directly.
Matthew is a good person, so good people should be rewarded. Canuck's ideological correction has a very good effect on Casillas...
"You are so poor and generous, you can't do anything to help me now."
Kanuk bared his teeth and looked a little dangerous:
"But don't worry, you will have a chance. I just hope that you can say such words firmly by then."
"Shut up, Canuck."
Leiko was a little unhappy.
Matthew would have no trouble if he wanted to recover before becoming a savage.
It's almost as easy as just gouging out the eyes and pouring a sip of medicine.
Even if it's a neurological problem, it's just a matter of the knife going a little deeper.
But the problem is that after he became a barbarian, he was still blind.
The Nephalem bloodline has become accustomed to Matthew's current situation. As for the other possibility, now is not the time.
The conditions are not mature yet.
Kanuk nodded, turned around and left calmly.
The two young warriors were handed over to Leiko so that he could continue to taste loneliness and infatuation.
"Ancestor Leiko, are you saying that I have a chance to regain my sight?"
Matthew said calmly.
Not much hope, not excitement.
"I have to say, you are very mature and calm. It won't be too far, trust us."
Leiko didn't say much, then she picked up the wooden stick and knocked on the ground.
"Cheer up now. Although my training won't be as rough as Canuck's, it won't make it easy for you either."
Since Leiko had no intention of continuing, Matthew didn't care.
But Casillas was a little moved.
He himself is a very curious person.
…
"Luke! Why are you afraid of me?"
Sonya grabbed the ax blade in Luke's hand and said with some dissatisfaction.
The teaching battle between the two didn't take long at the beginning, and Sonya got a little bored.
Luke's performance in battle was meticulous and there were no mistakes to be made.
But there are no obvious highlights.
Sonya was a little dissatisfied and glared at Madoc, who had veins pulsing on his forehead.
"You don't look like Madoc at all now. At best, you are just a Kalju who has deteriorated countless times.
Although this is not the first time I have seen a guy who uses an ax like a shield, but you are so disappointing."
Sonya kicked Luke in the stomach, kicking Luke like a gourd rolling on the ground.
She stood there and waited for Luke to regain his posture, but she didn't pause at all.
"Perhaps the words used by Chuidi Mo to describe you now are a bit overestimated."
The biting sarcasm is not so vicious to Luke.
After all, he couldn't understand using the devil's race to curse people.
Chuidi Modi's brain is not normal, which may have something to do with the fact that they are made of stone.
Madoc gritted his teeth, and the anger on his body was already faintly visible.
It's just that his anger is a little complicated.
Luke can be scolded, even injured or even die in battle.
But this is not the reason for Sonya's harsh words.
He can accept that his successor is not strong enough. Being strong requires time and opportunity.
But he couldn't accept that his heir carefully treated himself like fragile porcelain when fighting.
"Luke, if you have anything you want to hide in the box, take it out. Your disguise will not make Sonya relax her vigilance, nor will it make Sonya think that you are showing weakness to the enemy."
Madoc had to remind him.
There is nothing wrong with the fighting method of showing the enemy's weakness and then looking for opportunities, but it is meaningless when facing a powerful warrior like Sonya who has experienced thousands of battles.
Moreover, this tactic will only make Sonya's assessment of him worse. Accurately measuring the gap between the enemy and ourselves is a basic skill. Most of the soldiers who do not have it will die.
At this time, Luke actually wanted to find Sonya's flaws or wait for Sonya to be careless.
Unwise and stupid.
"I'm not that stupid, but ancestors, please be more patient."
Luke said expressionlessly.
The body that stood upright exuded a faint layer of firelight.
"I'm not showing any weakness, it's just that I can only go so far with this fighting method."
Luke twisted his neck and looked at Jessica aside with a bright smile.
Luke has his own plan, and it's going on.
"I just want to feel how strong a strong person can restrain his power. After all, I will have to face the test of the Big Bear Tribe soon. In particular, I have to be careful not to break my waist by the ancestors of Kotur."
Luke's anger erupted directly, burning faintly. He glanced at Cassius on the side.
Madoc's expression was still ugly.
He didn't remember that he taught Luke to be arrogant, nor did he teach him to show off like a peacock in battle.
Sonya flew up and kicked Luke backwards.
Then he frowned and looked at his ankle.
There was an ax stuck in Sonya's ankle, and the ax was originally in Luke's hand.
"Why are you so scheming?"
Sonya was a little surprised and said with some annoyance. She casually slapped the hand ax stuck on her ankle to the ground.
Luke rolled off the ground and rolled over. Sonya's kick did not hurt him.
Sonya was afraid that she would hurt the young warrior, so she used her power very carefully.
Compared with barbarians of the same strength, Luke's body is stronger, as if he was born with a piece of equipment.
"I just don't want to lose anything and die heroically on the way."
Luke bared his teeth and charged at Sonya.
"Is this a surprise?"
Jessica patted Cassius' arm on one side and asked, with a smile on her face.
She probably understood what Luke had planned, so she wasn't worried at all.
Cassius still looked serious. He was not sure whether Sonya would suddenly wake up.
We can only treat the battle in front of us carefully at this time.
In terms of sense of responsibility, Cassius is much stronger than Maddock.
"I still have the same attitude as before. Your cleverness is meaningless when facing Sonya! Even my three-year-old child understands this truth better than you!"
Madoc was still taunting.
He clenched an iron rod tightly in his hand, as if he was ready to pounce on Luke at any moment.
"Pooh!"
Sonya spat in dissatisfaction, then held Luke's face and pushed him to the ground.
"Why do you think they are on guard? Facing an invincible enemy, your tactics will only make you die faster! Even if your brain seems to have reached the standards of a normal person!"
Sonya pressed Luke's head and continued to use force, and then a shadow of anger appeared on her body.
"Madoc is a prophet. He can follow the known trajectory in the battle and then win according to the guidance of fate. But what qualifications do you have?"
Sonya pinched Luke's face and lifted him up.
No need to be polite.
She remembered that the first time she received Qualkek's teachings, it was similar.
That battle was still fresh in her memory.
"You are not a prophet, nor are you powerful and invincible, so how can you be sure that your tactics will work accordingly?"
Sonya raised her hands and spoke to Luke in front of her. The anger in her body had already overshadowed the fire in Luke's body.
There are many reasons for anger, and Sonya can burst into anger in any situation.
Because most of her anger comes from her powerless regret about herself!
"Sanya, be careful!"
Cassius jumped in directly, his body tensed up and he looked like he would rush out at any moment.
Something is wrong with Sonya.
This is not the same as in his image. Although there is a shadow of Qualkirk, it still makes people feel uneasy.
"But I succeeded in hurting you."
Luke said vaguely, and without Sonya noticing, he took out a hand ax and put it on Sonya's neck.
The tone was a little excited.
"Well, you are still the same stupid donkey now!"
Madoc shouted loudly and jumped up high.
He had picked up his sadness in his hand and dropped it right on Sonya's head.
The hand ax stuck on Sonya's ankle previously showed that Luke did not have the power to hurt Sonya.
So Madoc was very unhappy.
"You are not wise at all!"
Sonya grabbed Luke's face and put it in front of her. The handaxe scratched Sonya's neck, but did not leave even a mark.
As Sonya spoke, she took out her mountain-splitting ax and blocked Madoc's attack position.
"But I can teach you a good lesson and let you know that the so-called tactics are not as good as the vision of choosing your opponent!"
Sonya was about to slam Luke to the ground hard, her face was calm, but anger had already filled her eyes.
"I thought you could restrain yourself longer."
While Madoc roared, the ax in his hand hit the mountain-splitting ax that Sonya used to block.
By the way, he kicked Luke aside.
"Sanya, you have been affected by your bloodline, but there is no time for you to reflect on it now."
Madoc said as he looked at Sonya who was knocked unconscious.
Cassius was already standing behind Sonya, his strong arms strangling Sonya's throat.
Although it was not tightened, the posture was already tense enough.
"I can calm down! You don't have to be so nervous."
This was the first thing Sonya said when she regained consciousness from dizziness. She had not lost her mind yet, Cassius and Madoc were too nervous.
"I don't trust you to take Luke into the secret realm. To be honest, have you ever been careful?"
Madoc gave Luke a look and waved the iron rod in his free hand.
He would give Luke a good lesson later.
"Won't I grow up? Or in your eyes, I will be more difficult to control than Banal?"
Sonya patted Cassius' arm, and the anger on her body disappeared.
A burst of ice emanated from the mountain-splitting giant ax in his hand.
"Qualkek's wish has been fulfilled. I have to let these young warriors understand the cruel truth! Although I still don't know what we will be like in this world, but I don't want to see the inevitable tragedy again!
"
Sonya's cold voice was not pleasant, and her tone was not very polite.
Sonya was a proud savage, but now she wasn't angry.
It's just stating a fact.
"I want to know, have I passed now?"
Luke stood up straight and rubbed his face.
The atmosphere became a little awkward.
"If I don't make you angry at me, how can I get rescued by my ancestors? Facing an invincible opponent, isn't the best way to delay time and find a more suitable candidate?"
Luke had a confident smile on his face.
The iron rod in Madok's hand made a clanging sound and was crushed to pieces.
"You may be very suitable for the skill of Summoning Ancestors, but first think about whether you want to recover from your injuries!"
Sonya put away the mountain-splitting ax in her hand and turned around. Madoc told Luke not to hope that anyone would come to save him.
The ancestors all saw Luke's plan, especially the part about showing weakness to the enemy.
There is nothing praiseworthy about this part alone. In the battle with the devil, that kind of behavior is like going to the latrine with a lantern and seeking death.
Demons have far more eyes than barbarians.
And counting all the ancestors will only work in this situation and when the opponent is Sonya.
This is not a flattering behavior, even if he shows his intelligence.
…
"Rorschach, who are you now!"
Thor grabbed Rorschach's neck with one hand and roared.
Blood spilled from the corner of Hela's mouth, but the sharp nails penetrated Rorschach's shoulder from behind.
The battle situation was somewhat tragic, but the only good thing is that nothing irreversible has happened yet.
"I am justice!"
Rorschach roared hysterically, looking not quite sober.
The hammer of judgment in his hand was thrown hard.
Thor did not let go of Rorschach's throat, and the legendary Son of Odin struck Rorschach's wrist, cutting off the blow.
Thor didn't understand why Rorschach appeared in this place, and why Bulkesso allowed Rorschach to come in such a state.
But he didn't have much time to think about these things.
Because Rorschach's body is constantly recovering no matter how many injuries it has received.
Enemies that cannot be killed are the most troublesome.
"Justice will prevail!"
Rorschach let out a crazy roar, and the hammer of judgment in his hand once again crossed a twisted angle and landed heavily on Thor's back.
He shook off his joints.
Rorschach, who uses "never compromise" as his motto, is really tough to deal with.
Then Thor let go.
The heavy blow knocked him out for a moment.
"It's all bullshit!"
Hela frowned and struggled to pull her hand out of Rorschach's shoulder, but all the sharp nails were broken in the wound.
But he was knocked over by Rorschach's non-standard whirlwind hammer.
He lay on the ground for a long time without fighting.
But I felt a long-lost relaxation in my body, as if I was feeling relieved after taking a sauna.
"I probably understand!"
Thor stood up firmly against the heavy hammer behind him.
He just glanced at his sister lightly and then buried his head.
He was still holding the son of Odin tightly in his hand.
In the other hand, he picked up the cracked butcher's cleaver from the ground.
The legend inhabiting the butcher's soul could no longer roar wildly, as if the soul inhabiting it had been completely wiped out.
"Justice is not Rorschach. Anyway, you can't withstand the power of the Archangel of Justice."
Thor hit Rorschach's abdomen hard with the hammer, making a muffled sound.
Luo Xia spurted a stream of blood with azure light from his mouth, and his eyes became clear for a moment.
"You are not a pawn, Rorschach. You are the heir of Bulcasso, and he wants to train you to become the new immortal king. And the Archangel of Justice is by no means as impartial as you hoped!"
Thor felt that the power coming from the Hammer of Judgment on his back was fading.
I felt a little more relaxed for a moment.
This was not because Rorschach's will had wavered, but that Rorschach's body had begun to weaken.
The previous battle was not just Rorschach holding down Thor and Hela's blaster, their battle was generally between equals.
"The Archangel of Justice wants to use you as a pawn, but Bulcaisel doesn't want to let him have his wish. That's why you come here."
Thor stood up straight, and then lifted the Hammer of Judgment from his body to the ground.
A fierce headbutt fell on Rorschach's face.
"Didn't you realize before that you were about to lose your humanity?"
Thor roared, swung the Son of Odin in his hand with all his strength, and hit Rorschach on the side of the face.
He accepted Volusk's teachings for a period of time and learned how to look at problems.
This heavy blow caused Thor's body to lose balance and fall to the ground.
The Hammer of Judgment in Rorschach's hand fell to the ground together, but he did not let go.
"Your heart is full of fear. What you fear is that justice will not be served! But why are you afraid of this now! Isn't Bulcasso enough for you to rely on now?
Before Bulcaisel falls, you can seek your justice! Instead of working hard to become the next Archangel of Justice!"
Thor said as he climbed up.
Staggering.
But Rorschach also stood up straight, and this time he pulled off his hood, revealing his still somewhat haggard face.
"He is him and I am me."
Rorschach spoke calmly for the first time in a long time, raising the hammer of judgment high in his hand.
"You don't recognize your identity as a barbarian!?"
Thor bumped into Rorschach recklessly, then turned over and sat on Rorschach's waist in a riding position. The Son of Odin in his hand clattered onto Rorschach's face like a fist.
Waves of blue light were knocked out of the body.
"I agree, but I also have the right to doubt!"
Rorschach said vaguely, and pulled the Judgment Hammer in front of him.
"Have you never thought of doubting the Archangel of Justice?"
Thor grabbed the hammer of the Hammer of Judgment, put his face close to Rorschach's rotten face, and roared loudly.
At this time, Hela got up from the ground with some difficulty.
Looking at the unconscious Asgardians around him, there was a relieved smile on his face.
The guys who had a grudge against her have all been dealt with by her own hands, and the young Asgardians are changing for the better.
Rorschach heard Thor's question, so he was a little confused.
He will doubt himself and all possible threats.
But I never doubted justice.
Intentionally or unintentionally, justice and the Archangel of Justice are equated.
"That Bulcasso can think so profoundly?"
Hela said breathlessly, with a bit of shock in her tone. After all, she didn't think the barbarians were so smart when she was on the holy mountain.
"Only he knows whether he can do it or not."
Thor calmed down and said this.
Rorschach is starting to think again, which is a good thing.
So he raised his head and glanced at the scattered tribesmen around him.
A mess, but still a mess enough.
Now he is the king of Asgard, and Hela will support him.
Now Thor's mind is full of how to deal with the problem of Lo Base.
"What am I now?"
Rorschach fell into confusion and couldn't help asking a philosophical question.
Perhaps this is a good question regarding identity and my own confusion.
But no one in the venue looked like they would give this answer.
Thor frowned, looked at Rorschach in front of him, and then let out a long sigh.
Then he stepped on the Hammer of Judgment.
"who cares?"
Thor said casually, then took out his backpack and took out a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.
He drank so hard that he choked.
But he still insisted on pouring all the wine into his stomach, and then smashed the bottle to the ground.
"Give me one too."
Hela patted Thor on the shoulder and glanced at Rorschach with interest.
Well, Rorschach is a good man, but he has violent tendencies.
But Hela likes strong men, provided that the man can communicate normally.
Thor took out his backpack again, with a troubled expression on his face.
Now he only has two jars of wine with him, which were gifts given to him by Warusk.
After hesitating for a moment, he handed the wine in his hand to Hela, and the two began to drink together.
"Crack"×2
"This is the last wine I have, although I also want to have another bottle."
Thor wiped his face and wiped away blood stains and other things. It didn't look very hygienic.
"Hela, will you help me take care of New Asgard?"
Thor said this, standing up straight.
The Son of Odin in his hand was flashing with lightning, and the butcher's cleaver was shattered to pieces on the ground with a crash.
"Don't call me sister now?"
Hela joked with interest.
"Sister, I am the king of Asgard now. I must be more majestic in front of my people."
Thor smiled.
"Okay, Thor, King of Asgard, I will help you."
Hela bowed gracefully and said with a smile.
Rorschach on the ground took off his hood and looked at the rising sun and the aura of fear that finally dissipated.
"Who cares? Justice!?"
Rorschach muttered and then stood up.
"Even if no one cares, I care! Justice! Will win!"
The Hammer of Judgment in Rorschach's hand flashed with a burst of angry light.
The Archangel of Justice has a noble personality, but that does not represent justice.
