073 Leisure Time on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath

"Ha, Matthew, I really enjoyed myself today!"

Luke wore a hemp rope-like belt around his waist and shouted loudly to Matthew.

Today he passed the third level of Madoc's trial. The endless spiders made him experience the feeling of moving if he didn't want to be overwhelmed.

But when he wielded the sword and imitated the barbarian's whirlwind slashing movements, those minced spiders made him feel particularly enjoyable.

Although he seemed to have sprained his waist while imitating Whirlwind Slash, he was now lying on the hard stone bed laughing.

And he got a belt that looked like rags from those spiders, which made him feel much more flexible.

"It seems like you and Madoc are getting along well now."

Matthew learned Madoc's name from Reko, and also knew that Madoc's ancestor was the most powerful among the barbarians on the entire Holy Mountain, but he was not jealous at all.

This blind warrior has an unshakable will, and his nobility further made Reiko recognize him.

"Please don't mention him..."

Speaking of Madoc, Luke Cage completely collapsed on the stone bed.

During these days, he really felt that he was getting stronger a little bit, but every time he faced Madoc, it was like the day he just arrived.

He couldn't feel any changes in himself from Madoc's body.

"By the way, have you learned those combat skills?"

Matthew thought that during the day, Reco had begun to teach him the charging skills, and he couldn't help but wonder if Luke was also learning.

"Madoc said he would teach me when I can learn to wield a weapon."

Luke Cage pressed his face against the stone bed and gave a muffled response.

After arriving at the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, and no longer having to look at the painful living environment in Hell's Kitchen, Luke Cage began to immerse himself in the direct and refreshing pace of life of a barbarian.

Although he has not seen any other living person on this mountain except Matthew so far.

Matthew was not too surprised by Luke's statement.

It's like after he gained superhuman senses, he didn't pay much attention to detection.

Possessing extraordinary physical strength among ordinary people, Luke does not seem to be the kind of guy who is good at using weapons.

"So, you have already started learning combat skills?"

Luke raised his head suddenly, and then his sprained waist gave him a heavy blow.

"We're just starting to learn. According to our ancestors, our bodies are not pure enough."

At this time, Matthew and Luke had enough recognition for the barbarian group and had the idea of ​​​​joining them.

But for now, it is still a long way off for them to truly obtain the Nephalem bloodline that can play a role.

At least before that, they had no chance to master the power of anger.

After all, people's physiques cannot be generalized. After all, there are not many people who have been in a state of extreme anger without burning out their brains.

Is it possible that a person who was once in a state of extreme anger could transform into a Super Saiyan in addition to being angry for a whole day?

Perhaps savages can, but they are not savages yet.

The skill of berserker's rage can only be mastered by those barbarians who can master their rage and convert it into power.

Otherwise, anger can only allow them to activate their muscles and release some powerful skills.

The power of anger comes from the inside out. When it can be controlled inward, this energy can activate the blood of the Nephalem in their bodies.

The children of angels and demons are destined to be different.

"We've been here for more than half a month, and we don't know what's going on with the Hand?"

Luke thought feebly. Although he was separated from modern civilization, he did not feel bored.

After all, he is just a guy who lives on the streets and has to think about food every day.

The life of feasting and reveling has nothing to do with him.

Matthew is similar. During the day, he is busy helping the poor deal with legal problems, and at night he has to wear tights and walk around the streets to fight crime.

His life was much easier on the holy mountain of Harrogas.

"Perhaps they are still tracking down information about us."

Matthew lay on the bed, feeling the hard touch on his back, and spoke in a whisper-like tone.

At this time, the Hand had basically given up on tracking down their whereabouts.

After all, this is Matthew and Luke's first action against the Hand, and the Hand's hatred for them has not yet reached a certain level.

After half a month of fruitless pursuit, the Hand slowly calmed down.

Although Mrs. Gao was still obsessed with the ax that could easily split her crutches, she could only think about it when she couldn't find the target.

But it's not just the Hand ninjas who are looking for Matthew and Luke, but also their acquaintances.

Matthew's good friend Fergie Nelson was already a little anxious. Although his friends occasionally disappeared for a few days, they had never disappeared for such a long time without any news like this time.

After all, Matthew, as a lawyer who always obtains compensation for the poor, does not have any enemies, so Fergie is worried about his good friend.

At one point they even considered giving up their law firm.

As for Luke, this guy would disappear for a while from time to time, so no one paid attention to him.

In a place unknown to Matthew and Luke, in the square in front of the Temple of the Elders, Maddock was alone.

He had high expectations for Luke, but now he has realized that this guy basically has no chance of becoming his successor.

Barbarians are just a name. Although they exist in the form of tribes, they are not the kind of race without history and past.

If there is any innate noble blood in the world of Diablo, then the barbarians of Nephalem can definitely be among them.

They just choose to exist in this way and choose this way of life.

But they have civilization and glory.

Maddock, the prophet, began to worry about the continuation of the race.

"Why can't Bul-Kathos be like Volusk? What hope can you have facing the hammer, the fire and the strong wine every day?"

"You have a wife and son, but what about them? They didn't even have a soul on the holy mountain of Harrogath. They either died without honor or lingered in some corner and gave up the glory of the barbarians!"

Vorusk's figure appeared beside Madoc. This was the first time he took the initiative to talk to Madoc. This was a novelty for Madoc. But he would rather not have experienced this kind of conversation that hit the pain point.

"After you die, the barbarians are gone? The barbarians only need to fight. As long as the barbarians' fight is just and the goals are the same, then does it matter whether it continues or not?

Besides, there is still a Bul-Kathos in that world, and the barbarians don't need to think so much!"

Vorusk took off his helmet and lay on the stone bricks outside the Temple of the Elders.

A face that revealed laziness and the golden hair like a lion scattered on the blue-gray stone bricks looked particularly dazzling.