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"Matthew, fighting doesn't have much to do with posture. What does fighting depend on? Can you think clearly?"

There was a smile on Reiko's face, even though Matthew couldn't see it.

But it didn't stop her from showing a kind smile.

This teaching method of asking questions to guide thinking is actually not very useful, after all, Matthew is not a child.

The tone of coaxing a child is also a bit strange, but Matthew doesn't care much.

"You are making things difficult for me again. Isn't this different for everyone? Belief, courage, or strength, there is no fixed answer."

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 been rich and powerful long ago.

"Brain."

Reiko gave her answer directly.

This is not the "brain" fighting like Canuk, but fighting wisdom.

Although Canuk's fighting method is also quite effective, it is not suitable for Matthew.

As the one who knows fate best on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, the battle in the eyes of Reiko is somewhat different from that of other ancestors.

Perhaps Madoc can resonate with her.

Although she also worships strength, compared with Cassius and others, Reiko prefers to take all aspects of the battle into consideration.

Learning is also one of the reasons why Reiko has become a legend.

For example, in the picture that fate showed her, why did she make such a decision in the future.

When fate treats Reiko, it is not only harsh like a patriarch, but also kind like a father.

Reiko can learn in advance until fate truly recognizes that Reiko no longer needs strict control.

Unfortunately, until the moment when Reiko fought against fate but still died, she was unable to get herself out of that sad rehearsal.

Another regret.

Fortunately, Reiko is alive now.

"Learning is always the fastest way to improve. You can't easily master any new combat skills like Sonya. After all, there is only one Sonya."

Leiko paused, looking at Matthew in front of her with some satisfaction.

Matthew is better than she thought at first, but Matthew cannot be the heir of a certain ancestor, and it is difficult for him to bear the glory of these warriors.

Blind warriors are locked in the upper limit after all.

Perhaps when facing Diablo, because he doesn't have to see the hideous appearance that represents fear itself, it will reduce his psychological pressure a little.

But the enemies of the barbarians are not all human. If you have not seen the strange shapes of demons with your own eyes, you are bound to suffer a little in the battle.

When facing the field composed of fear, Matthew will become a headless fly.

In the field of fear, not being able to see the enemy is very fatal. After all, it is already very difficult to observe the environment under the control of others.

"So, Ancestor Reiko, have you figured out what I should learn?"

Matthew acted as a supporting role at the right time.

A moderate response helps the conversation continue.

"What you should learn is how to distinguish danger. You will become stronger, there is always a way..."

Reiko nodded, took out a wooden stick and waved it up and down.

She began to exude a dangerous aura, and kept pressing towards Matthew in front of her.

There are no rules for the vigorous crushing, just let Matthew get familiar with it in advance.

But Reiko suddenly frowned and turned around.

"Canuk! Bring your heir to me! It's the same if you drive one sheep or let two sheep go."

Reiko looked at a place not far away, where Canuk was staying, and taught Casillas a lesson.

Canuk can be found wherever there is Reiko.

It's a bit annoying, but it's still tolerable.

As long as Canuk doesn't bother her all the time, that feeling is still tolerable.

Just watching Canuck constantly slapping Casillas on the back of his head, Reiko was a little upset.

Reiko felt a little upset about Canuck's rough and irrational teaching method.

Although Reiko was not a good teacher, she was better than Canuck.

Rough education would only foster fear, and unless the child was very generous, it would inevitably leave some shadows.

"It's great that you are willing to take over the training of this kid. I can't stand this guy anymore."

Canuck said with a gentle smile on his face, a little flattering.

Canuck's brain couldn't say any high-EQ dialogue, it seems that fighting with the "brain" has a great impact.

Casillas is not the best heir in his mind, but he is also good enough to be in the top three.

Determination and curiosity are the qualities that Canuck values ​​most, and it would be even better if he is kind.

But Canuk never learned how to teach others, so his methods were too rough, and he didn't have much room for other guys.

The narrow-minded Canuk only cared about Reiko and other barbarians...

That's why he was always worthy of the trust of his people.

"You are always like this, all your courageousness was shattered in Azmodan's belly, right?"

Reiko joked.

Then he waved to Casillas.

"Kid, you and Matthew are a little bit similar, both are equally stubborn."

Leiko said as she tapped Matthew's shoulder lightly with the stick in her hand.

When talking about this topic, Matthew's movements were a little distorted.

The impact of blindness is still a bit serious.

The sense of distance, positioning of oneself and so on will be biased.

Even though Matthew had received hard training before becoming a barbarian, it was far from enough.

"Ancestor Leiko, my eyes can be restored, right?"

Matthew asked openly.

When dealing with ancestors again, it is best to speak directly, and beating around the bush will only make you annoyed.

After all, what can the dead get from the living?

At most, it is just a respect.

Matthew is still a little concerned about whether he can restore his eyesight.

Especially after hearing that Leiko's words have a hint of this, he still asked.

"Okay, but why should we do this?"

Canuk pouted and said something shocking:

"You are not anyone's heir. Even if you become a barbarian, it is only the kindness of Burkeso.

Although you are very upright, that is not the capital for you to become an excellent warrior."

Canuk is not afraid of offending people.

Besides, Matthew had expected this.

No one on the Holy Mountain would pay for him, so no one would help him treat his eyes.

Matthew had long been accustomed to the feeling of blindness, but he was still full of hope for light.

"Ancestor Canuk, what kind of price is needed? Can I pay for him? Or can I share it with him?"

Casillas asked directly.

Matthew is a good man, so good people should be rewarded. Kanuk's thought correction worked well for Casillas...

"Qiong Dafang, you can't help me now."

Kanuk showed his teeth, his eyes were a little dangerous:

"But don't worry, you will have a chance. I just hope you can still say such words firmly at that time."

"Shut up, Kanuk."

Leiko was a little unhappy.

If Matthew wanted to recover before he became a barbarian, it would be no trouble.

It would be almost the same to just gouge out his eyes and drink a mouthful of potion.

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 is still a blind man.

The blood of the Nephalem has been accustomed to Matthew's current situation. As for the other possibility, it's not the right time yet.

The conditions are not ripe.

Kanuk nodded, turned around and left calmly.

Leaving the two young warriors to Leiko allowed him to continue to taste loneliness and infatuation.

"Ancestor Raiko, are you saying that I have a chance to regain my sight?"

Matthew said lightly.

There was not much hope, nor excitement.

"I have to say that you are very mature and calm. It won't be too far, believe us."

Raiko didn't say much, and then picked up the wooden stick and knocked on the ground.

"Now cheer up, my training will not be as rough as Canuk's, but it won't make you easy."

Since Raiko didn't intend to continue, Matthew didn't care.

Casillas was a little moved.

He himself is a very curious person.

…

"Luke! Why are you afraid of me?"

Sonya grabbed the axe blade in Luke's hand and said with some dissatisfaction.

The teaching battle between the two had just started for a short time, and Sonya was a little bored.

Luke's performance in the battle was very strict, and there were no mistakes.

But there were no obvious highlights.

Sonya was a little dissatisfied, and glared at Maddock, whose forehead was throbbing with veins.

"You are nothing like Maddock now. You are just a degraded Kalju.

Although it's not the first time I've seen a guy who uses an axe like a shield, you are too disappointing."

Sonya kicked Luke in the stomach, kicking him like a rolling gourd.

She stood there waiting for Luke to get back in position, but she didn't pause at all.

"Maybe the word thumper is a bit overrated to describe you now."

The sharp sarcasm was not so vicious to Luke.

After all, he couldn't understand the use of the race of demons to insult people.

The thumper's brain was not normal, which might have something to do with the fact that they were made of stone.

Madock gritted his teeth, and the anger on his body was already faintly visible.

It's just that his anger was a bit complicated.

Luke could be scolded, and even injured or even died in battle.

But this was not a reason for Sonya to speak ill of him.

He could accept that his heir was not strong enough, and it took time and opportunity to be strong.

But he couldn't accept that his heir treated himself as fragile porcelain when fighting.

"Luke, if you have anything hidden in your box, take it out. Your disguise won't let Sonya relax her guard, nor will it make Sonya think you are showing weakness to the enemy."

Madoc had to remind him.

There is nothing wrong with showing weakness to the enemy and then looking for opportunities, but it is meaningless when facing a powerful warrior like Sonya who has experienced thousands of battles.

And this tactic will only make Sonya's assessment of him worse. Accurately measuring the gap between the enemy and me is a basic skill. Most of the warriors who don't have it died.

And at this time, Luke was still thinking about finding Sonya's flaws or waiting for Sonya to be careless.

Unwise and stupid.

"I'm not that stupid, but ancestors, you should be more patient."

Luke said expressionlessly.

A faint layer of firelight emanated from his upright body.

"I'm not showing weakness, but I can only do this kind of fighting style to this extent."

Luke twisted his neck and smiled brightly at Jessica on the side.

Luke has his own calculations, and they are in progress.

"I just feel the degree to which the strong can restrain their own strength. After all, I will face the test of the Great Bear Tribe soon. In particular, I have to be careful not to let my waist be strangled by the ancestor Kotur."

Luke's anger broke out directly, burning faintly. By the way, he glanced at Cassius on the side.

Maddock's expression was still ugly.

He didn't remember teaching Luke to be arrogant, or to be as ostentatious as a peacock in battle.

Sonya kicked Luke with a flying kick.

Then he frowned and looked at his ankle.

There was an axe stuck on Sonya's ankle, which was originally in Luke's hand.

"Why do you have so many calculations, kid?"

Sonya was a little surprised and said with some irritation. She casually slapped the axe stuck on her ankle to the ground.

Luke rolled over from the ground and turned over. Sonya's kick didn't hurt him.

Sonya was afraid that she would hurt the young warrior, so she used her strength very carefully.

Compared with the barbarians of the same strength, Luke's body was stronger, as if he was born with a piece of equipment.

"I just don't want to die heroically on the way without any results."

Luke grinned and charged Sonya.

"Is this a surprise?"

Jessica asked, patting Cassius' arm with a smile on her face.

She probably understood what Luke was planning, so she wasn't worried at all.

Cassius was still serious, and he wasn't sure if Sonya would suddenly get excited.

He could only be careful about the battle at this time.

In terms of responsibility, Cassius was 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 better than you!"

Madock was still mocking.

He clenched an iron rod in his hand, as if he was ready to pounce on Luke at any time.

"Pah!"

Sonya spitted in dissatisfaction, then pressed Luke's face and pressed him to the ground.

"What do you think they are on guard for? Facing an unbeatable enemy, your tactics will only make you die faster! Even if your brain seems to have reached the standard of a normal person!"

Sonya pressed Luke's head and continued to exert 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 win according to the guidance of fate. But what qualifications do you have?"

Sonya pinched Luke's face and lifted him up high.

Not polite.

She remembered that when she first accepted Quarkek'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 hand and said to Luke in front of her, the anger on her body had overshadowed the fire on Luke's body.

There are thousands of reasons for anger, and Sonya can burst out in anger under any circumstances.

Because her anger mostly comes from the regret of her own powerlessness!

"Sonya, be careful!"

Cassius interrupted directly, his body tensed up, and he looked like he would rush out at any time.

Something was wrong with Sonya.

This was not the same as in his image. Although there was a bit of Quarkak's shadow, it was still worrying.

"But I succeeded in hurting you."

Luke said vaguely, and when Sonya didn't notice, he took out a hand axe and put it on Sonya's neck.

The tone was a little excited.

"Well, you are still that stupid ass now!"

Madoc shouted loudly and jumped high.

He had already picked up his sadness in his hand and dropped it on Sonya's head.

The hand axe stuck on Sonya's ankle before had already shown that Luke did not have the power to hurt Sonya.

So Maddock was very unhappy.

"You are not wise at all!"

Sonya grabbed Luke's face and put it in front of her. The hand axe scraped across Sonya's neck, but there was not even a mark left.

As Sonya spoke, she took out her mountain-splitting axe and blocked Maddock's attack.

"But I can teach you a good lesson, so that you know that so-called tactics are not as good as the vision of choosing an opponent!"

Sonya was about to slam Luke to the ground with force, her face was calm, but anger had already lit up her eyes.

"I thought you could restrain yourself longer."

Madoc roared, and 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 is not tightened, this posture is 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 her dizziness. She hadn't 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? Or in your eyes, I will be more difficult to control than Banal?"

Sonya patted Cassius' arm, and the anger disappeared from her body.

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 said as he 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 would tell Luke not to hope anyone would 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 many 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 displays his intelligence.

…

"Rorschach, what 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 was constantly recovering no matter how many injuries it received.

Unbeatable enemies 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.

The other hand picked up the cracked butcher's cleaver from the ground.

The legend housing the butcher's soul could no longer roar wildly, as if the soul housing 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 sprayed out 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.

Relaxed a little for a moment.

It wasn't that 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 is not going to let him have his way. That's why you're here."

Thor stood up straight, and then lifted the Hammer of Judgment from his body to the ground.

A vicious headbutt fell on Rorschach's face.

"Didn't you realize before that you were about to lose yourself?"

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 Warusk'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 Judgment Hammer 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 Bulkesso 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 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 Judgment Hammer, 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 questioning, so he was a little confused.

He will doubt himself and all possible threats.

But never doubted justice.

Intentionally or unintentionally, justice and the Archangel of Justice are equated.

"That Bulcasso can think so far?"

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 clansmen around him.

A mess, but a mess enough.

Now that he is the king of Asgard, Hela will support him.

Now Thor is thinking about 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.

Maybe that’s a good question to ask about identity and my own confusion.

But no one in the venue looked like they would give that answer.

Thor frowned, looked at Rorshach in front of him and 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 Bi 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, a gift from Volusk.

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 you call me sister now?"

Hela joked with interest.

"Sister, I am the king of Asgard now. I must be dignified 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 tore off his hood, looked at the rising sun and the fear that finally dissipated.

"Who cares? Justice!?"

Rorschach muttered, then stood up.

"Even if no one cares, I care! Justice! Must win!"

The hammer of judgment in Rorschach's hand flashed a flash of anger.

The status of the Archangel of Justice is noble, but that does not represent justice.

Justice should never compromise!