447 It Seems that Maddock Is Going to the Burning Hell? (To Be Continued)

The name of Doctor Who, an unknown thing.

Even if someone did call his name, it would be difficult to understand.

His name represents a whole host of secrets.

"Just call me doctor. Don't go into details. Just promise me."

As Eleven Ren said this, the smile on his face disappeared.

Too much shit.

“I’m definitely not helping you for nothing.”

Burcasso frowned and said, but he looked very calm at this time, with no fluctuations in emotional changes showing.

"We know that you want to know time, and knowledge. For... Genesis?"

The Ninth Doctor opened his eyes wide and looked at Bulcasso.

His tone was serious and he was not joking.

"Let me say this, power is only one aspect of creation. Knowledge is only another aspect, and neither can be the pillar of this great goal.

Unless you have other ideas, collecting rules everywhere will only allow you to improve your world, not create it.

If you ask us the answer to such a question, we will not be able to give it. "

Zhan Zhan sat on the steps, his face as sad as a rotten persimmon.

"Haha! Bul-Katho, I don't care what you do. As long as the Nephalem standing at the top is enough.

I don't care how great your dream is, because before you realize your dream, my dream will be realized! "

Jotun Kule tried to interrupt the topic. He stared at the war with wide eyes.

Jordon Kule tried to stop the conversation from continuing.

He likes this sentence: "A goal of 100 points is also 60 points if you pass, and a goal of 60 points means failure."

This ancient Nephalem ghost doesn't care how grand Bul-Katho's goals are, he only needs Bul-Katho's goals to be far beyond his own goals.

He is the passing grade.

"Creating the world and saving the world are not the same thing."

Gu Yi, who had been silent for a long time, spoke slowly.

At this time, she looked more relaxed than before.

Perhaps knowledge is enough to help a mage transform himself into a new person.

"So what? I just do it."

Burcasso said this, but there seemed to be a lot more to say in this sentence, but he did not continue.

Countless strong men have appeared in the Nephalem, and countless of them have touched the threshold of becoming gods.

But in the end God is still unknown.

"Knowledge is summed up, and summarizing these requires wisdom."

Eleven said this, and then patted the Tenth Doctor on the side.

"In addition, exploring the unknown also requires wisdom. Only wisdom can accumulate knowledge. The difficulty of learning and creation is not equal.

I don’t have to leave this time, right? "

The Tenth Doctor said this.

Obviously he is still very sensitive to the topic of "leaving".

For Doctor Who, the difference between being reborn and disappearing is not small.

After rebirth, even the taste will change.

I really hope that among the future doctors there won’t be those who like heavy food.

"Wisdom covers its thoughts with death, but it doesn't matter, I will get wisdom! Because I am power!"

Bulcaisel interrupted the conversation rudely.

Malthael had already suffered the loss of strength.

Perhaps barbarians are the nemesis of wisdom?

Countless years have passed since the first generation Bulkatho gave Malthael, who was still wise at the time, a rebirth, but brute force can turn wise words into cries of pain during an interview. Still passed down.

Face to face, the one with the bigger fist is louder.

"Get ready now, we're about to lock down Curry Fury."

Zhan Zhan said this, and suddenly his eyes widened!

"Don't you guys have your own TARDIS!?"

Dr. War roared like this.

He finally noticed that although there were four Doctors staying together, there was only one TARDIS.

"You have to contact the Time Lords above Curry Fury first, and then contact us who are still in our respective timelines through them. We are just here to take a look and prepare for a new life."

The Ninth Doctor fiddled with his own ears and said, the old man made naughty movements and looked a little uncomfortable.

"I don't want this to end when I see you!"

The War Doctor said this.

He doesn't like to attract people, and he thinks that his mission is to end the war. After the war ended, it was time for him to be reborn. It was a bit fucked to think that he would have such an obvious pair of wind-catching ears in the future.

"Maybe, but you won't necessarily disappear."

The Tenth Doctor said awkwardly.

He pointed at himself in passing.

They still exist because Dr. War drank the blood of the Angel of Destiny, so how can War be exempted?

"No, I will disappear. This is my choice. The war took everything from me, and I took everything from others.

The end includes me! "

Doctor War suddenly stood up straight and spoke in a tone as firm as a mountain.

He has no idea of ​​remaining in this world, and no corresponding desire to survive.

The end must end with him!

…

On the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, Madoc looked at Luke and Jessica standing there, with some inexplicable melancholy on their faces.

To be honest, melancholy didn't suit Maddock very well.

After all, the expression on that face that couldn't be described as handsome at all made him look like a rotten watermelon that had been run over by a dump truck.

Still the kind with long hair.

"I've prepared a trial for you. It depends on whether you plan to do it or not."

Madoc said hesitantly, but his hesitation seemed a little deliberate.

What he prepared was a secret, and he didn't even tell the other two of the three ancestors.

It's an adventure, and it's an adventure that can only be taken when Bulcaisel isn't on the sacred mountain of Harrogath.

Now is probably the only chance.

The Immortal King is the patriarch of the barbarians, but there are times when he doesn't care.

Just thinking of a way to get Bulcasso to leave the Holy Mountain already made him very anxious.

Volusk will no longer appear, and Reiko and Sonya are not on the Holy Mountain.

To be honest, when Sonya suddenly arrived, Madoc once thought that he had no chance to start this adventure.

Fortunately, Sonya won't appear here for the time being.

Luke looked at Madoc with a strange look. He patted Jessica's back gently, and he didn't look very happy about it.

"Hey! Will I still trick you? You need a decent trophy, or you can go and wrestle with that big bear, Koutul!"

Madoc said angrily, his hair swaying in response to his furious speech.

Something seems wrong with Madoc now?

"I would like to ask, after I die, when will my soul that appears on the Holy Mountain retain my appearance?"

Luke looked at Madoc in front of him and asked with a smile.

This period of time together was enough for him to understand what kind of person the ancestor in front of him was.

There is no need to carry emotions such as resentment and dissatisfaction, and there is no need to feel the pain of that rough approach.

Madoc is like that.

A guy who names his weapon after "sadness" is definitely not as rough as he appears.

At least, he is still delicate sometimes.

"The pinnacle of life! When you appear on the Holy Mountain, you will appear at the pinnacle of life."

Madoc said and glanced at Jessica.

I feel like my eyes are a little weird.

Luke looked at Madoc, his attention mainly focused on the messy hair.

"I hope the pinnacle of my life is to look like I'm wearing a crisp suit, white shirt and bow tie."

Luke's joke wasn't very funny, and Madoc looked at Luke's performance like he was a fool.

Luke had realized something.

After all, Madoc directly determined that Luke would appear as a soul on the Holy Mountain.

If they had just met for the first time, Madoc would probably sneer at Luke's words.

After all, how could a guy without glory appear on Harrogas?

Madoc had probably made some preparations that he didn't know he had.

"Okay, don't waste my time, tell me, do you want to go!?"

When Madoc said this, he seemed to be somewhat contradictory.

From the outside, it was completely unclear what choice he wanted Luke to make.

Rasuk's side has already started a plan, and now Madoc wants to know whether Luke can shoulder that responsibility.

He didn't mean to force it, he just hoped that he could get what he wanted.

"Go to the Burning Hell? Ancestor, is it my recent progress that has deceived you, or am I too weak and you plan to kill me and find another heir?

Although I don't know exactly what is going on in the Burning Hell, I don't think a guy like me who has to risk everything to defeat the demons in the secret realm is qualified to hunt in the Burning Hell. "

Luke rubbed his forehead, as if he was wondering if he was hallucinating after having a fever.

As soon as these words were spoken, Madoc's tongue licked the gaps between his teeth everywhere in his mouth. His expression was very strange, and it was impossible to tell what Madoc's attitude was at this time.

Jessica seemed to feel something, and looked at Madoc with a strange look.

Perhaps among these young warriors now, Jessica's growth has allowed her to unknowingly leave the others behind.

At least now Jessica has begun to learn Orac's way of thinking about things, and she is keenly aware that something is wrong with Madoc.

"Well, since you think it's courting death, forget it!"

Madoc spoke slowly to Luke after a long time. The feeling of loss in his body coupled with the originally majestic but now desolate back made Luke a little unbearable.

The shadow of the God of War's Blade appeared on Jessica's hand. Although it was only for a moment, the aura made Madoc immediately tense up as if his tail had been stepped on.

It's a bit strange to look like he's ready to rush in and fight at any moment.

"Girl! You... know?"

Madoc said cautiously, looking at Jessica with his eyes, for fear of hearing the same answer from Jessica's mouth.

Jesse Lai just nodded slightly, it was hard to tell whether she gave an answer or just made a casual gesture.

Madoc grinned, turned around and walked away.

As for the iron-shelled purple man, he was stunned in the same place. His body was already full of tiny cracks.

His value was not as great as imagined.

Jessica would no longer be unable to let go of the grief of the past.

But he couldn't just leave it there. The purple man looked a little disgusting no matter what time it was.