336 A Forgotten Soul (10,000 Words Chapter)

"Why do you think I will tell you this as long as you ask?"

Vorusk was defenseless and let those dirty things hit him on the head, his eyes flickering as he looked at Madoc.

There was no wavering or retreating on his majestic body.

Perhaps in the eyes of Volusk, there was nothing worth him retreating.

"Tsk, the great Immortal King did not do it in the two appearances on the battlefield, why do you think I would be afraid of your power?"

Madoc said loudly.

He smashed a piece of demon into pieces with an axe.

Madoc did not look back to observe Volusk's appearance, he did not care about these things.

Even if Volusk was angered, what would happen?

Was he beaten to death on the holy mountain?

Or would Volusk expel Madoc from the holy mountain of Harrogath in the name of the Immortal King?

Don't joke!

The three ancestors were the gatekeepers selected by the first generation of Bulkatho, and this was not something Volusk could change.

"Madoc, shut up! Now concentrate on cleaning the outside of the holy mountain!"

Tariq couldn't help but speak.

Of course, it wasn't because of any reason like "can't offend Volusk".

Every barbarian will not be easily afraid of anything.

He just thinks it's more important to concentrate on fighting now.

"A boring question."

Vorusk's expression was a little gloomy.

But under the cover of the demon's plasma, the subtle loss in his expression was not discovered.

At that time, Volusk didn't watch everything go to the worst ending, but an immortal king who was already a ghost couldn't be distracted by other places while stopping Lasma.

Vorusk didn't say much, and walked silently on the battlefield.

The iron boots stepped on the plasma mixed with the snow, and every step was not smooth.

The plasma mixed with the mud stuck to his boots, and every step would pull out a long silk thread.

There was no fragrance of soil in the stench, nor would there be the power of nature.

That crushing battle was an unforgettable memory in Volusk's heart.

How could Volusk, who was saved by the explosion of the World Stone, be proud of it?

"What is our mission now?"

Kolik stomped a large piece of demon into pieces with one foot, and said with blood and flesh all over his body.

Then he spat out a piece of demon flesh and blood from his mouth, his eyes a little erratic.

"Do you think there will be other tasks for the gatekeeper? Kolik, it's enough to stop these scum in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain now!"

Talik waved the heavy sword in his hand, cleared the splashing flesh and blood with a storm, and said to Kolik:

"Let Calgar do the counterattack, we just need to defend here."

"Then why did Volusk come here? Just to watch us grind those scum into pieces?"

Madok asked after looking at Volusk who was walking a little far away.

The three ancestors would not understand what Volusk wanted to do.

This secret realm is different!

Zoltun Kuler intervened, and the Archangel and the Demon God personally came to the scene.

Will there be other things in it?

Vorusk needs to see with his own eyes and fulfill the responsibility of witness and referee.

It's just a battle, a battle that has opened the scars in the hearts of countless ancestors.

…

"Ancestor Orak, are you going to take us to fight?"

Jessica looked at the burly figure in front of her and asked hesitantly.

Orak was not the ancestor who died in this battle, he was even more ancient.

This is not his battlefield, let alone his obsession.

Even if he was still heartbroken and sad about this battle.

Jessica looked at Orak in front of her, and felt that this ancestor who had always been gentle to her like an elder had become a little cold.

This made Jessica a little uneasy.

"No, I'm just responsible for protecting the safety of you two."

Orak closed his eyes and said this.

There was no frown, but his palm holding the God of War Blade was clenched tightly.

He didn't want to see even a trace of this battle, because he was afraid that he would not be able to hold back his anger and rush towards the archangel and the two demons.

Death in battle is the best destination for a warrior, but victory is the ultimate glory!

Orak's death brought the glory of victory and the continuation of the barbarian race.

He did not complain.

But what can the victory of this battle bring?

Those ancestors who participated in the battle will be more sad for the tragedy of the past after the battle.

All the responsibilities will be on Bulkaiso.

This is unfair.

For a warrior, this is not fair at all!

And warriors?

He didn't see the scene he wanted to see. Can a group of guys who looked like tourists be called warriors?

"So, from which direction should we start the battle?"

Luke asked with some doubts.

Luke felt that the atmosphere was wrong, but he had no better way except asking stupid questions.

Jessica held his hand with a calm look.

There was no sign of nervousness.

Bulkaiso said that the ancestors would protect their lives.

This battle without death relaxed her nerves.

Madoc had no intention of taking Luke with him to fight.

Luke was not the type to guard the gate of the Holy Mountain!

The gatekeeper was an honorable position, which was recognized by the first generation of ancestors!

And Luke was still far behind.

"Start from the direction where you can see the demon, and then try to survive in the battle."

Orak said casually.

He turned to the two guys not far away.

Abomination and Purple Man.

It was also his task to guard these two guys with a little breath of Diablo.

This was a bit of a waste of talent, and the God of War Orak could bring more powerful help on the battlefield.

But Orak's voice was spent in the battle to turn the tide, and now it was not the most dangerous moment.

"Let's go! Luke!"

Jessica grabbed Luke's hand and walked towards the towering watchtower.

That was a relatively safe place on the battlefield, and the new recruits stood on the watchtower under the arrangement of General Quarkek.

Whether it was throwing axes or shooting arrows, it was up to them.

If you feel that your actions are worthless, then it doesn't matter if you rush to the front battlefield.

This is not their battle, the recruits are just here for sightseeing.

The balance of victory and defeat is never controlled by them.

Jessica didn't notice Orlak's disappointment, or when Orlak chose to close his eyes motionlessly, Jessica couldn't feel the hunger of the god of war.

"Ancestor, when will I be qualified to inherit the responsibility of the Great Bear Tribe?"

Jessica shouted without turning her head.

Orlak didn't answer her.

The Great Bear Tribe is over, it's over! The last living pure Great Bear Tribe barbarian is dead.

Jessica wants to inherit this responsibility?

At least after she understands what fighting is.

After drinking the smelly blood of the devil in her mouth and chewing the stone-like limbs of the thumper to satisfy her hunger!

In the battle, the skin was torn by countless claws, and the scars on the body that could not be healed were piled up layer by layer!

In every battle, I was ready to die, and after every hit, I knew that I would become the food of the devil!

When there is no chance of victory, the moment when you can still use your greatest strength to send your weapon into the mouth of those scum without wavering is the birth of a warrior!

Orak is very harsh on warriors. Jessica thinks she is a warrior, but obviously she is not yet!

"Let's go, fighting is not for escape."

Luke pulled Jessica and said.

There is no need to wait any longer, the ancestors are ready to go!

Those old guys are well packed one by one, waiting for the sound of the recoil horn.

"Demons are never tireless, and we are the same."

Orak watched the two young barbarians walk to the front line and said slowly.

Time is the most ruthless.

It fades everything away.

It's like Orak swore to remember that child forever, but now he can't even remember the child's face.

"I plan to rush up and have a good fight, old bear! Are you ready to witness the claws of the young bear?"

Banar said casually while carrying a heavy knife that was easy to chop.

Old Bear was his name for Orak. This moment was like the last time the two ancestors met when they were alive.

Banar always stood behind Orak!

No matter the position or the concept.

Banar, the berserker, always puts the will of the god of war before his own will!

Under the incomplete rage of the berserker, Orak's voice and will were his only beliefs.

"You are not a little bear anymore, do what you want to do. Banar."

Orak did not move at all, but just said softly.

He was afraid that once his body moved, he would put aside all his worries and rush to the front line.

Whether it was to take care of two inexplicable homes or to take care of the lives of young people.

This was not what he wanted to do.

It was just that Orak needed this job.

Warriors will not always fight under protection. On the battlefield, no one can be trusted except their comrades.

This is what Orlak wanted to tell the new recruits.

"The glory of the bear, in the name of the barbarians of the bear tribe."

Banar stretched out his fist and placed it in front of Orlak.

Banar prepared for the worst.

He always does this.

Fight to death, fight until the berserker who has lost his mind can no longer swing the weapon in his hand!

Fight until even the teeth that can bite the enemy to death fall off, and the nails are blown off!

"Go, Banar, I hope there will be a place for us to meet after the soul dies."

Orlak said softly.

This is a revenge, and also a fight for the future!

Volusk went to find the guy who had been hiding for a long time, and these ancestors who would not wield weapons against demons and angels would be ready to pay everything.

Let that guy pay the price!

"Lasma can influence that person's soul? I still find it hard to believe."

Banar muttered and left.

"This is what Volusk said. When that noble guy was alive, he was more powerful than Volusk."

Orak said so.

He didn't know if Banar could hear this, but it didn't matter.

He said this to himself.

The God of War would appear on the most difficult battlefield and turn the tide! Just like he did when he was alive.

"A fight to the death, or a fight to survive?"

"Cassius, you should be in Calgar's team."

Orak said this to Cassius who suddenly appeared.

This reckless guy died in this war.

He shouldn't be here.

"Do you know the news of the death of Leoric, the rampant Skeleton King? If you knew, you wouldn't say such a thing."

Cassius said with some contemptuous mockery on his face:

"It's sad to die again and again. But that guy can finally rest in peace."

"Sacrifice, I thought you were used to it."

Orak opened his eyes, and the raging anger in his eyes had replaced his eyeballs.

There were only two balls of burning anger burning in the empty eye sockets.

"Barbarians have never let others sacrifice before us, Orak! Before I die, I have never let young relatives in the tribe die before me!"

Cassius said with some pride.

The leader of another era of the Great Bear Tribe.

The chief after Kotur!

The Great Bear Tribe is always like this, the chief is always the first to die on the battlefield.

It's like they have lined up early, waiting for death to come one by one.

The strong men of the Great Bear Tribe have already made plans. To become a chief is to write their names on the front row of the notebook of death!

"I didn't do this, are you here to question me?"

Orak's body stood in place like a sculpture, the fire in his eye sockets broke free of restrictions and flowed down Orak's face like water.

Then he ignited the blade of the god of war!

"I just tell you that this time is still the same as before, the living young people are the future. The dead will only be sad tears!"

Cassius said this, his arm pointing to Jessica who had just climbed up the watchtower.

Orak didn't like Jessica very much. The inheritance at that time was more of a helpless choice.

Orak treated Jessica gently, but that was not the attitude towards the heir!

Only stricter treatment can give the warrior a greater chance of survival.

"She is the only barbarian in the Great Bear Tribe!"

Cassius said this while looking at Orak in front of him.

Natasha inherited his fighting style, but Natasha is a barbarian, not a barbarian in the Great Bear Tribe.

Even if the status of the tribe is lower than that of the tribe, it is still noble!

"Then what? Even where to fight requires my guidance. Such a warrior is not worthy of inheriting the glory of the Great Bear!"

The God of War Blade in Orak's hand burned in the flames, and bursts of light kept flashing.

"Do you only think of her as your toy? Or does the God of War Orak need an obedient doll to make up for his guilt towards that child!?"

Cassius walked in front of Orak and roared at Orak's face.

The anger was visible to the naked eye.

Cassius's will to protect his people has never wavered!

Just like when he was alive!

He would go after the enemy for the death of his people in battle!

He would hunt down the wolves for the lambs in the tribe that were stolen by the wolves!

Everything in the tribe is his target of protection!

He uses his own strength and the fear of his enemies to protect the Big Bear Tribe!

This is Cassius's will as the chief!

"If you want to do this, take care of her life yourself!"

Orak said calmly as he looked at Cassius, who was full of anger.

Orak had no intention of saving Jessica's life from the battle from the beginning!

He is the God of War, the most severe existence for warriors.

Save the weak tribesmen?

Of course! This is the chief's responsibility!

Just save an immature warrior?

The God of War would not do this!

Orak, who is known as the God of War, has no mercy when facing war!

He always shouts "Warriors should die in battle" and his mercy is always for those tribesmen who are unable to fight.

Unqualified warriors will be eliminated naturally, and Orak will not save them again and again.

"You and I both know what this battle means to Bul-Katho! I will not put down my responsibilities and do the work that should be yours."

Cassius rubbed his belt, and his braided beard swung.

He knew that he could not change Orak's mind.

"Then shut up! My decision is not something you can question!"

Orak's body began to burn with anger!

This is Orak's anger, the anger of death!

What is the purpose of fighting?

For Orak, the purpose of fighting is to bring death!

Whether it is the death of the opponent or his own!

The coldest ancestor on the Holy Mountain!

The most strict ancestor on the Holy Mountain for warriors!

The most fanatical ancestor on the Holy Mountain for fighting!

The ancestor who is meticulous and gentle to the tribesmen, and cold to the warriors and only ignores death!

God of War Orak!

The founder of the legend of the Great Bear Tribe!

The heart is filled with fear, but he turns the fear into fuel and keeps fighting!

Facing the battle, cold anger, anger that can burn oneself!

This is the true face of the God of War Orlak!

"But I can change your behavior and change this ending!"

Cassius grabbed his beard and said with a tough look in his eyes!

"Barbarians never change the will of others!"

"So I will only change the result you choose!"

Cassius and Orlak confronted each other.

The hammer that he once cherished when he was young appeared in his empty hand.

Molten fire and flying slag!

Facing the Blade of the God of War, Cassius's fist could not resist that kind of edge.

Ignoring the pain can prolong his life and existence, but it can't make his arm comparable to the legendary Blade of the God of War!

"You want to fight me before going to war? What do you think of fighting! Bastard!"

The anger on Orlak's body has burned his skin and rolled it up!

Waves of arrogance spread, constantly approaching Cassius.

"You know, Cassius's pride! Your anger won't affect me even a little bit!"

Casius patted his belt, raised his head high and looked at Orak, who was taller than him.

Without any state, without anger to bless his body, Orak is already more than two meters and four meters tall.

The burly body like a rock never gives in!

"So, warrior! Are you ready to die!"

Orak's voice was suppressed tightly.

The anger made the sound of grease burning in his body.

"I have died once, but even if you ask me this question, I will only say that I am destined to survive!"

Casius clutched the molten slag and laughed wildly!

Live to die?

Casius has never thought about it this way!

Even when he died, he always thought that he was the one who survived!

Casius, who died of serious injuries due to inability to feel pain, thought he was alive even when he appeared on the holy mountain as the spirit of the ancestors!

Two legends born in different eras, two leaders of the Great Bear Tribe separated by hundreds of years.

Both have completely different attitudes towards their tribesmen!

...

"You just watch them fight?"

Johanna stood beside Bulkathos, following Bulkathos's gaze and watching the confrontation between Cassius and Orak.

"You intend to let me use my power to change the will of the two legends?"

Bulkathos said calmly.

It didn't seem to be shaken, he had no intention of intervening in this conflict of ideas.

Whose idea is noble?

Whose cognition is correct?

Don't joke!

The soul is the noblest!

Will is the most noble thing!

Is there any existence that can be called a legend that will be easily influenced?

"If I tell you this, everything you believe in is false! Everything you insist on is wrong. Will you abandon your beliefs just because I said so? Johanna!"

Bulkathos turned his head and looked at Johanna in front of him, his voice was not cold.

But there was not much gentleness.

This is somewhat different from Johanna's impression of Bul-Kathos.

"Maybe not? But what if I say yes?"

Johanna said cheerfully.

It seems that no problem will make her feel embarrassed.

"You are still young, Johanna!

You are too young to come here following the traces of Tyrael's fall for that illusory prophecy!"

Bul-Kathos said somewhat disappointedly.

He thought that after experiencing Malthael's devastating attack, Johanna would become more mature.

Johanna, who is less than 30 years old, is only slightly more mature than Li Min, who is less than 20 years old.

Without the teachings of the years and the long experience.

These young people are always a little naive and ridiculous.

"So you only talk about these with Karaxiom? Bul-Kathos, you are as cold as the stone I sit on!"

Johanna said somewhat angrily.

As a warrior who has experienced a series of painful battles, Johanna believes that she is mature enough.

Johanna, who has witnessed countless tragedies, believes that she should be mature enough in the eyes of Bul-Kathos.

"How old do you think Nazebo is?"

Bul-Kathos wiped the blood off his face. It was the wound left by the battle with Raiko. Such a short time was not enough for his body to recover.

After saying this, Bul-Kathos took a bottle of strong liquor and poured it into his mouth.

He was not like the heroes in the biographies who spilled the liquor all over their bodies.

The liquor entered Bul-Kathos' stomach without any waste, and then flowed out from the wound in his abdomen.

With blood.

Johanna looked at Bul-Kathos and frowned.

"Hundred years old? One hundred or two hundred?"

Johanna said according to her guess.

Nazebo always behaved very calmly, and rarely showed much emotion.

He always made Johanna feel old.

"Twenty-eight years old!"

Bul-Kathos looked at Johanna deeply and said.

Nazebo was only twenty-eight years old!

He could wander in many magical worlds, which was definitely not comparable to the jungle where he grew up!

His knowledge was also obtained from those magical worlds, as if he knew it innately! That is a gift produced by the blending of countless souls with him!

Nazebo was expelled by his people and made to live in hiding! Waiting to die in vain!

The less powerful witch doctors said he was scorning souls!

But only Natsubo complied with the will of those souls!

Among the witch doctors in the Invisible Land, only Natsubo is so powerful that the Demon King of Hell can look him in the face!

The other witch doctors are as weak as those toads at Nazbo's feet!

"Maturity has nothing to do with your age! Johanna!"

Bulcaisel put a finger through his belly and pressed the wound in his stomach!

Only then did the wine stop flowing from the wound.

"Am I not mature enough? Maturity is not like you, who is indifferent to everything."

Johanna said calmly.

"I never just watched something happen!"

Bulcaisel looked at Johanna with wide eyes.

The slightly healed wound burst open again, and blood continued to flow.

"I just! I never try to change other people's will! Johanna! You should see with your own eyes instead of asking me for my opinion!"

Bulkesso said nonchalantly!

A pair of eyes stared at Cassius and Orak.

In most battlefields, there is only one kind of winner, and that is the one who survives!

But this is not the case in a battle between the same race!

In this kind of battle, the winner is the one who gains the right to live and kill the other party!

"Okay, Bulcaisel. There's no answer to that question.

I just want to know now, what are you planning? "

Johanna calmed down her mood and asked Bulcasso seriously.

Halfway up the mountain, the vanguards led by Calgar were ready to rush out.

They know the positions of Baal and Mephisto, and this time they will use their own power to end the threat of the two demons!

The vanguard troops will open a path in the Demon Sea leading directly to the Demon God!

The main force will appear in front of the two demon gods without any damage!

And those ancestors who didn't get hit all had serious expressions, as if they were waiting for something to appear!

The most abnormal one is Warusk!

The Immortal King was walking towards a remote place step by step, with a rare hesitation in his steps.

"Plot a soul."

Bulcasso said with a normal expression.

Then he took out another bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.

The wounds on his body were slowly scabbing, and the blood stains on his body made him look a little sloppy.

His beard was dyed red, and the tattered armor on his body was stained with blood.

This armor is Bulcaisuo's most common combat state.

After the battle with Leiko, Bulcaisuo did not change this armor, which shows the problem.

This is why Johanna asked.

"A battle?"

Johanna said while looking at Bulcasso in front of her.

His expression was a little shaken.

"Natsubo told me that he once felt this spirit."

Bulcaisel gave more information, then fell silent again.

Volusk knew whose soul it was, and the dangers that could arise from awakening that soul.

But he still had no hesitation.

This is what the cowardly Immortal King Volusk must do!

"Who is it?"

Johanna asked thoughtfully.

But Bulquesso had no answer.

Ancient One stood on the sentry tower and watched the three ancestors constantly sweeping away the tide of demons.

His expression was somewhat serious.

She had tried her best to imagine the horror of the demon army, but it was only when she stood on the front line that she felt the unspeakable pressure.

A huge demon like a towering building is advancing unswervingly.

The target is the city wall under her feet!

Harrogas City can't be reached only from the direction of the gate of the Holy Mountain.

And here will be another tragic battlefield!

The unnamed ancestors around him were all looking at him seriously, including ballistas, trebuchets, and various obstacles placed on the ground inside the city wall.

All this shows that the barbarians are ready for the city wall to be breached!

The battle itself was so brutal!

Countless weapons turned into pieces!

Most of the spare equipment on the weapon racks was smashed to pieces.

The hell host will lead countless demons up the city wall!

Siege Assault Beasts will break down solid walls and turn the defense into a hand-to-hand fight.

The demons are endless!

"Rasuk! You didn't tell me that the location of the logistics work is on the city wall!"

Tony yelled.

There was some panic in his voice.

No matter who sees the dense army of demons, they will think like this.

Tony was a little curious about whether using technology such as missiles could harm those demons!

If one day the demon army begins to attack humans, will humans' defenses be effective?

"Don't make such a fuss! This is the best place to repair weapons. Once the weapons are repaired, the soldiers can be put into battle immediately."

Rasuk stood by the city wall and looked around and said:

"Let me tell you, we are not a transport team without combat capabilities! If necessary, I can also use a hammer to blow the devil's head off!"

"How strong is the devil?"

Tony asked.

The corrupted Daleks I saw in London suddenly flashed through my mind.

If the strength of the demon army could reach that level, then humans would not be much better off when facing demons than when those militiamen met American soldiers.

"How strong? This question is a bit difficult for me to answer."

Rasuk scratched his head, turned around and asked Aunt Mara next to him.

"Aunt Mara, how strong is the devil?"

"Strong? No matter how strong you are, you can't be stronger than Bulkesso, Rasuk."

Aunt Malla wiped the ax in her hand with a piece of cloth.

This was a fight that didn't require a doctor, so Aunt Marla took up arms.

"You hear that Tony? No better than Bulcasso."

Rasuk dealt with Tony casually.

His mind had long been immersed in the battle itself.

In that battle, the barbarians had many more warriors than they do now!

After all, not every barbarian will appear in the form of a soul on the holy mountain after dying in battle.

Warriors without obsession and the dead who trembled in battle and lost their will to fight will only become part of the Holy Mountain.

without being awakened.

It was cruel, but not accusatory.

"If he were stronger than Bulcaisel, I wouldn't be here!"

Tony felt a little nervous.

This answer was unacceptable to him.

"You won't die! The ancestors can throw you out of this secret realm at any time."

Rasuk said this

But he looked a little worried.

He was a bright and lively young man who had lived for less than Tony's years.

He felt that this secret realm was unusual.

"Don't worry about that. Do you have to wait for death silently when facing an enemy that you can't defeat? It's all about fighting, that's all."

Rumlow said holding a helmet.

This type of helmet surprised him.

After all, the experience of finding equipment in a secret realm is quite rare, and this time the equipment was actually distributed.

"How can I launch a charge on the city wall?"

Casillas knocked on his helmet and said.

The walls of Harrogas City are not thin at all, they are even very thick.

While the catapults were placed on the city wall, there was also space for fighting.

But Casillas, who inherited Canuk's fighting style, felt it was not enough.

The kind of charge that constantly draws power from collisions does not support sharp turns.

The environment limited his combat effectiveness.

"You can rush from one side to the other!"

Reco patted Casillas on the shoulder and pointed his finger in the direction of the old General Qualkirk.

Over there, General Ross stood there doubting his life.

General Ross himself planned to return to his army to track down information about Murdoc.

But before he could tell the barbarians about his intention to leave here, he was enveloped in a mysterious realm.

"My teacher, I should say, my former teacher."

Casillas looked at Gu Yi's side face and said.

There was a hint of desolation in his tone.

He still couldn't completely forget what he had been like as a mage.

"What, you plan to take revenge?"

Matthew asked casually.

"No! That's the result of my greed! It's all my fault! I should reflect on myself!"

Casillas opened his mouth and roared loudly!

The sound was almost comparable to a war cry.

War cry of admitting mistake?

"Hahaha! What did Kanuk do to you?"

Reco patted Matthew on the shoulder and laughed loudly.

Conditioned reflex, Canuck's Casillas has been created.

Casillas is a great fighter now.

I'm just a little too nervous when facing problems.

"It's nothing. Ancestor Kanuk taught me some truths. They were instilled into my head in the most forceful way."

Casillas said awkwardly.

He felt a dull pain in his jaw.

"Let's eat something first. It will take about half an hour for the demons to break through the defense line of trebuchets and ballistas and rush here?"

Matthew said this.

The noisy environment is not particularly suitable for him to perform.

However, after becoming a barbarian, his strong physical fitness prevented him from losing his fighting ability due to too loud sounds.

Barbarian battlefields are always noisy.

The shouts and curses will never cease.

A barbarian cannot fight well if he is disturbed by noise.

"Eat~what?"

The killer monkey climbed on Matthew's head and turned Matthew's hair carelessly.

As a monkey's nature, searching for lice is an instinctive behavior.

"Here, this!"

Casillas took out a French eyebrow stick from his backpack and stuffed it into Matthew's hand.

The killer monkey leaned forward and took a look, turned his head with contempt and started looking for lice again.

"Black bread? Is it so long?"

Matthew asked with some confusion.

This is the work of Canuck. In order for Casillas to better understand the basics of right and wrong, he prepared many such styles of bread.

"I think I might need a little broth."

Matthew tried breaking the bread, but it didn't work.

"By the way, it seems that Aunt Mara was responsible for treating the wounded and preparing food at the same time?"

Rasuk asked with a thoughtful expression.

The hammer in his hand hit the iron felt, making an unpleasant sound.

"I forgot that these young people still need to eat, which was ill-considered."

Aunt Mala said casually, took out a large pot from the debris piled on one side, briefly dealt with the situation, and then set up a simple stove.

"Who's going to get some water?"

Rumlow glanced at the people around him and asked.

Then he consciously picked up the pot and jumped out towards the bottom of the city wall.

The snow all over the ground is a good source of water when it is not stained by blood.

"After the battle starts, can we still catch up with the food to be cooked?"

Tony said a little irritably.

A diamond was forcefully inserted on top of the much shrunk reactor on his chest.

The flawless royal diamond is pretty good as a power source.

It was just that Rasuk used a chisel to drill a hole in the reactor in the most brutal way. This process made Tony feel like he was breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Who knows? If that doesn't work, why don't you just send yourself to the devil's mouth? The ancestors will protect you anyway."

Rasuk said casually.

Then they saw Leiko walking up slowly and leisurely.

"Lei ~ Ancestor Leiko!"

Reiko looked at Reiko with admiration in her eyes, her voice trembling a little.

"It's Reiko, did you get what you wanted?"

Leiko's voice was particularly gentle.

Leike is her blood descendant.

Although her and Joriz's son was not able to retain his soul by the Holy One.

But the bloodline between the two people still continued well.

"I've been looking forward to this day for a long time."

Leike said with a faint smile and some embarrassment.

She hasn't communicated with Leiko for a long time.

As a descendant of Leiko, she couldn't even survive five battles, and died in a molten trap in a ridiculous way, which made her feel a little ashamed.

"This is a brutal enough battle. I am here to watch you. As long as you are judged by me to be incapable of fighting, you will leave."

Leiko said this.

Battles for city walls are generally the most brutal battlefields.