227 Thor's Experience (4,000 Words, More to Come)

The next day, Thor finally climbed to the front gate of the Holy Mountain.

He let out a long sigh of relief as he looked at the huge white snow sculpture standing tall in front of the Holy Mountain.

The sculpture looked like a barbarian, holding a ferocious battle axe high, with one foot stepping on a monster that made people feel uneasy at first glance, pretending to chop off the monster's head.

This was the snow sculpture left by Madoc. The barbarian on it was himself, and the demon below was Baal.

Bored Madoc learned this craft over a long period of time, and would always make some new things from time to time to enrich the scenery of the Holy Mountain.

"You finally came up?"

Tariq was squatting on the other side of the gate rubbing a snowball, which was already as tall as a person.

These ancestors had been bored for a long time, and they could find something to do for several days.

"Now can you tell me why I came here!"

Thor brushed the snow off his hair and said to Tariq.

Originally, climbing the Holy Mountain was not a long distance, but Thor, who was devoted to Mjolnir, was not so pure.

If he had not become numb and only had the thought of climbing the mountain, it would be hard to say when he would be able to climb up.

"How would I know? Come with me to the Temple of the Elders to wait for Bul-Kathos. He will send you here."

Talek lifted the huge snowball and smashed the statue of Madok with an Ancient Spear·Boulder Throw.

Now that he had something to do, the huge snowball was useless. In order to prevent Madok from provoking him after smashing it, Talek chose to strike first.

After finishing the work, he turned around and walked towards the direction of the Temple of the Elders with Thor.

Thor shook his head, felt the gap between himself and Talek, and followed Talek silently.

On the other side of the gate of the Holy Mountain, Madok looked at Talek's back with a sinister look.

All the things that happened before fell into his eyes.

If his neck had not been strangled by Korlik, he would have jumped and slashed with a whirlwind slash the moment Tallik threw the snowball.

"Lock my throat, right? You wait for Korlik!"

Madoc threatened Korlik behind him, and in return the arm on his neck increased its strength.

Madoc used his hands to pry Korlik's arm, and his body kept trying to get out of control.

However, Korlik's superb control skills made his efforts in vain.

"Madoc, are you going to embarrass the barbarian in front of a stranger?"

Korlik grabbed Madoc's neck and shouted softly. The angle of the arm narrowed a little, bringing more pain to Madoc.

"Also, what do you want me to wait for you? Wait for you to throw down the axe and say 'I won't fight anymore'?"

Korlik used more force.

In the battle between the three ancestors, except for Tallik who could have a slight advantage in one-on-one, the battle between Madoc and Korlik always ended in a draw.

Most of their conflicts ended with the impatient Madoc giving up the fight.

After all, when Madoc was alive, he could see the outcome of the fight, so his fights were always full of purpose.

When he became a dead man, his overly strong purpose remained in his heart, so he was generally quite irritable.

"Okay! Let me go, at worst I'll beat him up when Talek comes back."

Madoc cursed and Kolik let go of his arm.

"Are you sure you can break the turtle shell of 'Defender' Talek? That guy is even better at blocking than Kalju, and what's more terrible is that he uses a heavy sword, and Kalju, the hedgehog, doesn't even want to fight him."

Kolik simply sat on the ground and started to make snowballs. When he squatted in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain, it seemed that there was nothing else to do except making snowballs.

After all, the most common thing on the Holy Mountain is the snow all over the ground, and there is no condition to do anything else.

"At worst, I'll wait for Rumlow to come back and beat him up. If Talek wants to beat Luke, let him do it."

Madoc said with a grin, then picked up the giant axe and started shoveling snow.

The white snow sculpture just now was destroyed, so he simply made a new one.

But this time he wanted to carve a Talek under his feet.

At this time, Bruce Wayne was still swinging an axe in the training ground, and Kollik didn't worry at all that Wayne would be lazy.

After all, Wayne's self-control was what Kollik admired the most.

That kind of extraordinary self-discipline and firm will made Wayne progress rapidly.

Even if Wayne finished training in wielding weapons, he would go to Cassius to learn about fighting.

Kollik, the heir, was too worry-free. He was now like a professional door opener of the secret realm.

How to describe this kind of person?

"Opening/closing boy"?

...

Bul-Kathos had just gotten up to send Jill onto the school bus, and he simply rinsed the dishes used for breakfast in the sink.

Then he opened the portal and returned to the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

Outside the Temple of the Elders, Rorschach was training with Reko, charging back and forth with his legs swinging.

Although it was a bit boring, this was the simplest and most effective way to master the violent collision.

"Reko, it doesn't seem to be a good thing to teach him to charge too early."

Bul-Kathos said as he glanced at the training being conducted by Rorschach.

"Have you forgotten that he is a barbarian from your Stag Tribe? Learning technology has never been a difficult thing for you."

Leiko's husky voice is very recognizable. Most of the time, his tone does not fluctuate at all, just like a teacher giving a dry lecture that can induce drowsiness.

Bulcaisuo also saw Kanuk's figure behind the Elder's Temple, but he didn't say anything. He had long been used to it.

Moreover, there has been a tacit understanding between Kanuk and Leiko for a long time.

No one will take the initiative to mention the other, nor will they deliberately avoid it.

It's like everything goes as it should, although everyone knows that this kind of "let nature take its course" is simply cruel.

"Rorschach, have you thought about it?"

Bulcaisel walked up to Rorschach and asked, and Rorschach also stopped practicing.

"I still care, but I can wait until the time you said comes."

Rorschach looked at Bulcaisuo in front of him seriously and chose not to ask further questions about those things.

His previous encounters had made him understand that the person he was facing was as stubborn as him.

"Then continue training, and come to me when you feel you can enter the secret realm."

Bulcasso took out a bottle of wine he brewed and handed it to Leiko, unaware that he had also become an "opening/closing boy".

"You know, I rarely drink."

Although Leiko said this, she still accepted Bulcasso's kindness.

This is considered as a reward for helping Bulkeso take care of his students.

Besides, although Leiko rarely drinks, she doesn't drink at all.

Every year, Leiko acts like an outsider and rarely attends the celebrations.

But every year on her wedding day, she borrows her anger from Bulcaisel and appears.

She only gets drunk for one day every year, that's always the case.

"Okay, there is another guy on the mountain. Although he is not young, he looks like a stupid kid."

Bulcaisuo shouted in the direction of the Elders' Temple intentionally or unintentionally.

Warusk lived up to Bulcaisuo's determination and staggered out, his hard boots clanking on the ground.

"What do you want to tell me? That boy is perfect for me?"

Warusk sat on the steps, and "The Majesty of the Immortal King" fell to the ground, making a not-so-pleasant sound.

"You'll know when Tarik brings him here."

Bulcaisuo left, and he had nothing to do at this time. He simply went to see the training situation of Cassius and Olongus.

"You forgot to tell me the boy's background. I don't want to embarrass a barbarian like you."

Volusk shouted at Bulkatho's back, and then swung the gravel hammer to knock down the ancient spear, Fury Throw, thrown by Bulkatho.

Then he was dragged directly behind Bulcasso by the iron chain on the spear.

Then he saw a fist as big as a casserole hitting his eyes.

Warusk let out a hearty laugh, and the Iron Fist of the Immortal King came forward.

Trying to use that huge gauntlet to make Bulcaisel feel the pain.

However, what collided with the Iron Fist of the Immortal King was the barbarian claw.

The moment the two hands collided, an unpleasant sound was made.

"I knew you would attack with your gauntlets!"

Bulcaisel shouted while kicking him.

The depression of the previous day was gone from the shouting, but it was much more cheerful.

"If you have the guts, don't wear the 'Ninety Barbarian' suit and fight with me again!"

Warusk bumped his knee into the sole of Bulcaisel's foot and shouted loudly.

Warusk was comforting Burqisuo in his own way. What happened the day before was not easy at all.

"Get out!"

Leiko's voice came after she sent Bulcasso and Volusk flying into the sky.

She doesn't like this kind of romance and friendship between men. According to her idea, if she has too much strength and no place to use it, she just washes the coal briquettes. That thing is enough to pass the time.

Bulcaisuo landed in front of Thor who had just walked over with a jumping slash, and Warusk also jumped over.

"Thor, the next step is to see if you can get him to approve it. If not, I still have someone to choose from."

Bulcaisel pointed to Warusk beside Thor and said.

"Well, I want to know why."

Thor's words made Bulkesso's forehead throbbing with veins.

Yesterday, Bulkesso was made sulky by Rorschach's "wanting to know why."

It has to be said that Thor has an extraordinary talent for irritating others.

"Hahaha! Bulcasso! I also want to know why!"

Volusk joked loudly about Bulcasso, and then put his arm around Thor's shoulders.

"I'm very optimistic about this kid! What do you say, Bulcasso?"

"His father paid me to watch him and make him a true warrior."

Bulcaisel glared at Warusk and said, then turned and left.

Controlling his anger when there is no need to fight is his normal state.

"my father?"

Thor felt the power on Volusk's arm and was a little confused.

How did he know how Odin arranged for him.

He didn't even know that Odin sat on the throne all night thinking about whether he had done something ridiculous when he was young.

"Boy, you are a warrior."

Volusk patted Thor on the shoulder and said.

In terms of physical fitness, Thor is much better than those barbarian recruits.

Asgardians are three times as dense as ordinary humans, making them extraordinarily powerful.

But that's it. For Warusk, Thor is just a guy who can catch his eye.

"I am the best warrior in Asgard, what about you? Are you also the best warrior?"

Thor also patted Volusk on the shoulder and said loudly.

Then he succeeded in making Warusk also have blue veins jumping on his forehead.

"It was."

Warusk said reluctantly, and then let go of Thor's shoulders.

"He is the best warrior now." Warusk pointed at Bulcasso's back.

"Okay, now you want to become a real warrior, then come and experience it."

Warusk never engaged in mystery, and his teaching methods were terrifyingly crude.

To put it simply, go to the secret realm and fight by yourself. If you come out alive, you can summarize the problem yourself.

Warusk will at most give you a few words when you ask him.

"Experience?"

Thor was stunned.

He originally wanted to find a way back to Asgard, but out of nowhere he was asked to experience it.

"I just want to ask how I can get back to Asgard."

Warusk didn't care at all what Thor said, and with lightning speed, he grabbed Thor's neck and threw him into the secret realm.

Thor is 1.98 meters tall, but he is still a bit petite in front of Warusk, who is 2.2 meters tall.

Under the huge power gap, Thor was thrown into the secret realm unprepared, without even an axe.

When Volusk asked Thor if he was a warrior, he wanted to make sure he had weapons.

After all, there is no soldier who does not carry weapons with him.

But Thor had just said goodbye to his Mjolnir, and now he had nothing in his hands.

"It's just a small group of zombie monsters. Is this guy okay?"

Warusk muttered casually.

Although he wouldn't regret it if Thor died directly in his secret realm, he would be somewhat ashamed.

After all, this is the heir Bulcaisuo found for him, and he is still a child with a father.

It would be embarrassing for him if someone else's dead parents came to his door.

As for the aggregation of zombies...

That is a big thing made up of a pile of corpses under the power of hell.

In the final analysis, it is just a big zombie. In addition to being unbearably smelly, it is also stronger.

This monster is neither smart nor agile.

It would be fine for Thor as long as he didn't try to fight head-on.

…

"Fuck me!"

Thor lay on the ground in a very unsightly posture, with several bones lying in front of him.

He had just climbed the Holy Mountain and entered the secret realm inexplicably without knowing anything about the specific situation.

Thor habitually raised his hand to try to summon Mjolnir, but was knocked away by the zombie aggregation that suddenly rushed out.