$198 Kolik Wants an Heir (10,000-Word Chapter, Please Subscribe)

"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 never-ending swarm of rats gnawed away at the body.

Only those who have experienced that nightmare battle can understand the greatness of Orak.

At this moment, a fighter plane landed steadily at the foot of the Holy Mountain of Harrogas, and Hawkeye jumped out of the fighter plane with Steve.

"Is this the Holy 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 holy 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 landed behind the two of them, wearing a tight suit 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."

Hawkeye 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 equipment, the warmth was nothing in the cold wind of the Holy Mountain of Harrogas.

After all, this holy mountain has its own will. The holy mountain is willing to accept brave people, but it never likes the kind of existence that thinks too much about 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. The big rat Hamelin is still hiding in the shadows.

Demons with wisdom 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 bringing death is their power.

The three people who have not yet officially come into contact with Hamelin have begun to show signs of fatigue, and the ocean-like swarm of rats is climbing towards them almost all the time.

"Rumlow!"

Luke swung his war blade to create 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 very 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 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 stamped out a mouse that had slipped through the net and shouted without looking back.

"I'll lead the way, you follow me."

Matthew aimed at Hamelin and released another violent collision.

This is not the first time he has made this attempt. The moment Hamelin 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 mist of blood.

Then 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. 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’s always a first time for everything, and there’s no better way than this!

The inability to approach Hamelin represents the fact 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 and 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.

clang! 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 Luke's trample on the ground 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.

"Looks like 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 war blade and slashed at Hamelin's neck.

However, the two attacks did not cause any effective damage!

"squeak!"

Hamelin roared, and the originally feeble and noisy rat cry was now like a war cry from a barbarian, full of threats.

The pus wounds on Hamelin's back squirmed, and a group of shadow-like rats suddenly fell to the ground.

"Are you okay?"

Rumlow swung his giant hammer to sweep away the rats on the ground, and then shouted inside.

"It doesn't look good!"

Luke raised the sword and slashed again, but those shadowy mice crawled up his trouser legs.

These mice 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 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 released huge force from his arms, flipping the car-sized mouse backwards!

"Come on, 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 light mask is indestructible, right?"

Madoc clenched his sorrow in his hand and stood up, shouting with rage.

"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, anger flashing in his eyes.

"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 always took your favorite recruits into the secret realm, but how many recruits were bitten to death by rats that were far above their level?

Excessive care always brings unexpected death. Have you not let go yet? "

Bulcaisel walked down the steps and stood next to Madoc.

He looked up and watched as Luke squeezed the rat to death and held the wound on his neck.

"I remember that at that time you always took that boy secretly into the secret realm, and you even always wanted to make him your heir. That boy looked really similar to you."

Bulcaisel picked up a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth, 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 growled.

"That kid is not your son, you should know that."

Tariq 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."

Madoc stuck the giant axe into the ground and looked up at the battle in the secret realm.

...

"Keep fighting, don't worry about me!"

Luke waved the battle blade with one hand, and then raised his leg again.

The shadow rats had crawled all over his lower body, and sometimes some of Luke's limbs could be exposed.

There was no flesh and blood on it, only a piece of white bones.

The shadow rats of Hamelin.

When they did not attack, everyone would regard these things as illusions.

As a demon with a name, Hamelin was never a waste who could only summon rats.

At that time, Orak found that he could not eliminate the shadow rats, so he risked everything to chop off Hamelin's head.

But he himself died in the mouth of these dangerous and weird rats after all.

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 Bulkaiso enters this secret realm, these rats cannot hurt Bulkaiso's powerful body, but he has no way to kill these cruel little things.

"Bang!"

Luke stepped heavily on the ground with only his bones left.

This time he has mastered the key to releasing the earth trample, and Hamelin's projection suddenly became dizzy!

As Hamelin became dizzy, the green light shield disappeared.

"Xia!"

Rumlow raised his two-handed hammer and smashed it hard on Hamelin's head.

The ancestral hammer, which was amplified by the wrist guard of the ancestors, was directly embedded in Hamelin's jaw.

"Drink medicine!"

Matthew shouted while charging.

This time, the two weapons cut open Hamelin's belly full of pus like plowing the land, and a bunch of yellow-green pus and a large pool of unformed mouse embryos rolled to the ground.

…

"Madoc, I shouldn't have let you do that."

Tariq looked at the projection and said with some disappointment.

He had always seen what Madoc did, but he had never stopped this unconventional behavior.

A mature barbarian takes a new recruit on an adventure, and can quickly let the new recruit master the power in his blood.

But no one has ever created a legend with such a barbarian.

And the child chosen by Madoc died in the mouth of a rat hiding in the corner before he became strong.

"That child originally had a brighter future, and he shouldn't have died at the hands of those demons locked in the secret realm."

Korlik had no intention of comforting Madoc, and said coldly, his words were like the cold wind whistling over the mountain top.

At that time, Kolik didn't know about this, and when 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's behavior.

"I know! It was my fault! After that, I never chose even one person to be my successor!"

Madoc punched the axe.

His hand, which was already a soul body, was cut by the legendary weapon called "Madoc's Sorrow", and an illusory liquid flowed out like blood.

"You finally made a choice, my brother."

Bulkaso sat directly beside Madoc and said loudly.

...

"Squeak!!!"

Hammerlin's body, which was severely damaged by the beating, was constantly shaking.

He let out a hysterical cry!

A projection that adapts to the limits of Matthew and the others is not so strong that the three people have no power to fight back.

But it is not easy to kill him completely!

"Quick!"

Luke shouted loudly.

He already felt the pain of being bitten in his internal organs!

The feeling of constantly recovering and being bitten made him almost crazy.

Luke suddenly threw the war blade in his hand towards Hamelin, and then roared loudly with anger.

Although his body was not strong enough to use the function of throwing weapons, simply throwing weapons was not a problem.

After training, he was still quite accurate.

Although Luke had not yet felt the coming of death, the dead silence was already beckoning to him not far away.

Even if he used the medicine bottle, he could not change the current situation, because the shadow rats had already clung to him.

No matter how he struggled, these cruel and vicious little things would not leave him.

"Ha!"

Matthew's roar was a bit sharp, but no one was in the mood to mock him for breaking his voice.

The two weapons pressed down to both sides, and a green light flashed on his body!

Suppression!

A skill from the barbarian.

Attack the enemy by turning the burst of anger into pressure.

Matthew, who was stepping on Hamelin's stomach, made Hamelin's upper abdomen sink deeply.

The pressure from the explosion made Hamelin like a can being squeezed. After making an indescribable noise, pus and blood splashed everywhere!

The yellow-green paste with unformed mouse embryos 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 scattered on Hamelin's body.

The shadow rats are now unable to completely swallow everything in their mouths, and Hamelin's death is coming!

"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 was unconcerned with Madoc's questions.

Should heroes save everyone?

No hero has ever been able to do this, and the road to saving the world always involves 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."

Bulcaisel 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."

Bulcaisel 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 is over 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 merged 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 breed 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 was 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 topic 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.

…

"Die!"

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 screeching as fingernails scraping against an old-fashioned blackboard in a community school.

These subtle movements in the darkness were magnified, and Jessica felt a strong sense of uneasiness.

Jessica held the weapon tightly in her hand. The rotten meat juice on the zombies made the axe handle a little slippery, but the lingering stench was not worth worrying about.

Jessica had become accustomed to this smell in the constant fighting.

Most underground mazes have hidden ventilation holes, but this place is different.

Jessica could feel the dead air, and her breathing became unsmooth.

…

"That maze doesn't look like it has been repaired yet, and there are no torches."

Banaer looked at the projection screen processed by the Holy Mountain, and made a "smacking" sound in his mouth.

"There are no ventilation holes in that place, and the only way to survive is to kill all the zombies."

Olak looked at Jessica's frightened expression on the projection and said without emotion.

"How long did the door block the zombies at that time?"

Banaer's eyes were a little red, and now was his best chance to understand his idol.

"I don't know, but the zombies obviously won't open the secret door. If she just waits like this, she will gradually weaken until she dies."

Olak's first choice after entering the maze was to push open the secret door, so that he only had to face a small number of zombies at the same time.

After the zombies' bodies were above his calves, he moved to another position and repeated the process.

If Jessica chose to stay behind the secret door and wait for death without any action, then the ancestors would not be interested in watching a human die in gradual weakening.

"Those guys don't need to breathe, so how did you manage to retreat all the way to the end without suffocating to death?"

Banar looked at Orlak who was sitting there with some curiosity.

"Use a slam to create a gap in the wall. As long as you are buried two or three times, you can start to breathe here."

Olak said coldly.

After he died, Banar always took time to chat with him.

This kind of chat continued until Banar appeared on the holy mountain in the form of a soul.

The two dead people did not need to discuss the techniques of fighting anymore, because there was no need at that time.

After all, the soul will never become stronger after death.

So the two ancestors haven't chatted together for a long time.

"Which tribe did Bul-Kathos come from? I have never heard anyone mention it."

Banar looked at Jessica's panicked expression in the projection above his head, and began to look for topics out of boredom.

"Wildfowl? Thunder? Or the Big Bear Tribe? That guy always chats with Kolik, likes to swing the whirlwind, and has such a strong physique."

"The Stag Tribe, Bul-Kathos was born in the Stag Tribe, just like Volusk."

Conqueror Helabor rushed out and said to Banar.

The ancestors on the Holy Mountain were not more familiar with Bul-Kathos's existence than him.

Before receiving the call from the ancestors, Kolik was the leader of the Wildfowl Tribe, and the whirlwind was the signature of the Thunder Tribe.

The strong physique is the style of the Big Bear Tribe.

"He was still called..."

Helabor turned around and looked around, and there was no Bul-Kathos around, so he continued to speak.

"When he was still called Shirtless and Tie, no one knows why he was called this name. At the beginning, he was stupid and dumb. He just completed all the training tasks on time and in quantity every day, then ate, slept, and continued the next day without saying a word.

I always thought he was an idiot, until one day he ran to me early in the morning and said he wanted to change his name.

You know, there is no reason to change the name of a barbarian casually.

So I rejected him, who knew that he became stronger rapidly, as if he could become stronger immediately after killing a demon.

Until decades later, he became Bul-Kathos and became like a barbarian.

That bastard grabbed me and beat me for seven days!"

When Helabor said this, he shrank his neck with lingering fear.

"Since then, this guy seemed to have changed into a different person, no longer coming up with those strange ideas.

Can you believe that when he first met me, he asked me where Bul-Kathos was?

If I knew where the ancestors were, would I stay on the holy mountain and watch the barbarians continue to die at the hands of the devil?

So I told him that 'Bul-Kathos is in the heart of every barbarian', and then he went down the mountain."

Helabor kept talking to Banar, and Orak, who was a little unbearable, picked up the God of War Blade and knocked him down on the snow.

"Bul-Kathos is the last member of the Stag Tribe. The walker before him, Kell Odvari, was considered the last survivor of the Stag Tribe. Until Bul-Kathos appeared."

Orak glanced at the projection, and then said to Banar.

"The Stag Tribe is strong and smart, and can quickly master the skills of other tribes. Perhaps it is inherited from the bloodline.

Look at who on the Holy Mountain can master all the skills of the barbarians like him? Even the talent can be mastered! Sonya can't do this. For this reason, he was recognized as the next Immortal King."

Olak put the God of War Blade that was pressed on Helabor's head back to his waist, and then stood up.

He didn't want to wait for Jessica Jones to make a choice.

At that time, he only hesitated for a few breaths, and now after chatting for so long, Jessica still stayed behind the secret door and timidly.

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 heir. After all, people who had just climbed the Holy Mountain would still feel uncomfortable in the cold wind.

He is different from Madoc. Madoc did not choose his successor, but he has 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 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."

Korik responded casually and left directly in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain.

Apparently he wasn't too happy.

Steve was a little confused. He carefully avoided the brazier on the ground and followed Korik directly.

There was not the slightest communication between Kolik and Steve along the way.

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, 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 looked up 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.

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 her expression as she gently bit the corner of her mouth was very seductive.

"I have never experienced this kind of treatment. Maybe treating ladies preferentially?"

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 distinguish 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's your name?"

Steve gradually saw the building debris everywhere in the Holy Mountain of Harrogas as he walked.

He didn't think much about this unfinished project, he just silently memorized the road in his heart.

Before carrying out this mission, he was ready for battle and carefully studied the information he collected.

But now it seems that it is not yet to the point where he has to fight, which makes him let down his guard a little.

"Kolik, the gatekeeper of the Holy Mountain."

Kolik answered casually, this time he didn't reply with an "ow".

After all, there is no need to carry the emotion of disappointment all the time, just like he looked down on Maddock who was always immersed in loss.

Kolik believes that no matter what kind of emotion it is, it doesn't need to continue. Love will become strong, but it doesn't need to be said all the time.

Anger will accumulate strength, but it can't be kept angry all the time.

The stronger the emotion, the more difficult it will be to think.

It's as boring as Maddock not choosing an heir because of his own mistakes. What's the use of emotions that last so long that no one except himself has forgotten them?

Can I kill this demon by hating Diablo for 10,000 years?

Long-lasting emotions have no effect except to move myself.

This is the free and easy style of Korlik.

Of course, you can also say that he is cold.