Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Tyl, what's going on here?"

Fandral, who came to Earth first, knew nothing about what happened in Asgard. At this time, there was no better way than to come and ask.

After all, it was hard for them to accept that a large group of acquaintances suddenly appeared around them.

But obviously, they will only get a not-so-good news.

"Father was defeated, and Kuer suddenly came back."

Tyre, who had become Venerable Sky Hammer without anyone else realizing it, spoke loudly in a voice that everyone could hear clearly.

His tone was full of remorse for his own powerlessness.

His words did a good job of triggering fear in the rest of Asgardians.

For Kool, they seem to have no other choice but to be afraid.

"How is that possible?"

Fandral and the others suddenly heard the news of Odin's defeat, and immediately fell into an unbelievable situation.

And these Asgardians who suddenly appeared made the S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau already stationed in this place tense up.

This is not dozens of people, but hundreds of people.

But tens of thousands of people!

The dense crowd crowded the temporary SHIELD station to the brim.

And these S.H.I.E.L.D. agents knew exactly what Asgard represented.

They did not learn nothing from the communication with Fandral and his party. The experts from S.H.I.E.L.D. had already completed the intelligence analysis on the Asgardians.

Facing the tens of thousands of Asgardians, they simply didn't have enough strength to be on guard.

Even if there is no "omnipotent" Odin among these people, it is not something that ordinary human armies can match.

The body density of Asgardians is more than three times that of ordinary people, which means that their physical strength and other aspects are also far superior to humans.

And compared to humans, their physical strength is bottomless.

The most terrifying thing is the teleporter called "Rainbow Bridge". S.H.I.E.L.D. knows from Fandral and the others that it is a weapon capable of destroying stars.

In addition, Asgard is a race that can launch inter-star battles, and their technology cannot be despised.

Even if Fandral and the others look like they are staying in the era of cold weapons, SHIELD, which has suffered from the barbarians on the holy mountain of Harrogas, will no longer be self-righteous for this.

"I think it is necessary for us to communicate in another place. The earth is willing to provide a place for Asgardians to live temporarily."

Natasha's voice came in time.

She is now in this base, and as the supreme commander.

Natasha stood in front of Tyre with a seductive smile on her face, with her arms folded on her chest, which perfectly brought out her own characteristics.

Putting your hands on your chest is a defensive gesture, but it has a unique charm when placed on Natasha.

No way, the "characteristics" of this agent from the Red House are too prominent.

"Asgardians need no mercy!"

Tyre roared loudly, at this time he was playing the image of a man who was still standing high after losing his homeland.

Asgardians call themselves gods on Earth, and even those who are most familiar with Tyr will not raise any objections to his performance.

Even if the current earth is already different from what the Asgardians know.

You must know that not every Asgardian knows the existence of the Supreme Mage, and Tyre, who is now the Venerable Sky Hammer, will not kindly tell his compatriots the truth.

"We just want to help as much as we can."

Natasha took half a step back. This small gesture of concession can very well calm the other party's emotions.

Natasha is very clear about what she should show to make the other party less wary.

"You should worship the gods!"

Tyre roared loudly, ignoring Fandral's obstruction.

The original prudence and justice can no longer be seen in this former God of Justice, only mania.

As vulnerable as a soldier defeated in fear.

As Venerable Sky Hammer, Tyr will do everything possible to spread the emotion of fear at this time.

His consciousness has been turned upside down long after he became a will destroyer.

Diablo's method of demagogy is not comparable to that of Kur, who is full of the throne of the heavenly father.

Tyr has turned into a thinking puppet, and every word he speaks can make tens of thousands of Asgardians behind him feel endless panic.

"Please calm down, I need to contact my superiors."

This time Natasha didn't express her innocence by backing away and keeping a distance.

Retreating for space is not a strategy that can go on forever, it will only be weak and deceptive.

Natasha let go of her arms in front of her, and clenched a fist in her white hands. No calluses could be seen on the surface of the fist, but the skeleton of the fist seemed to be a little bigger.

No matter how well maintained it is, it will not completely cover up the traces of a fighter's training.

Natasha actually has various flaws in her body, so she has always been an unsuitable agent for lurking.

Perhaps it was because of her "famousness" that those organizations were willing to let Natasha sneak in.

Is there anything better to brag about than defeating the famous Black Widow? Among those organizations, this seems to be a worthy comparison.

"Humans, prepare enough spirits for us. There is still a place to rest!"

Tyler took a deep breath and said this.

Behind him are the Asgardians who contain the old, weak, sick and disabled. He needs to behave like a successful leader, which will help harvest the leeks of fear, wave after wave.

"We will provide what you need as soon as possible, and please don't make too sensitive things. I don't think you want to start a war with humans."

After clenching her fists, Natasha immediately turned and left the scene after saying this.

She didn't know Tyre, but this didn't prevent her from feeling the threat in the dark.

Natasha walked to a place where no one could see, opened a portal and returned to the holy mountain of Harrogas.

There was an Asgardian prince there, and Thor was already a barbarian.

She was able to get the news she wanted from Thor.

As for contacting your superiors?

Her agents would do this, and Natasha didn't think that tens of thousands of people suddenly appeared in this world, and Nick Fury would know nothing about it.

Maybe Nick Fury's black-hearted guy is throwing a fit in the office right now.

After the people from SHIELD gave enough space to these Asgardians after receiving Natasha's signal, Tyre looked at the anxious Fandral group with a blank expression.

Except for Leah, the Skyhammer Venerables would not know that the object of their allegiance was called Diablo, and they would only regard the God of Fear, Kull, as their true god.

It doesn't matter at all, after all, Kur is now Diablo's vest.

As long as Bu Kesuo didn't know about it, no one in this world would know the truth.

Diablo is the most dangerous of the Hell Lords.

Because of fear, everywhere!

There may be people in the world who don't hate, so Mephisto can't corrupt everyone.

Even if the weak have the desire to destroy, they cannot take action after all, so Barr will meet an indestructible existence.

Sins will be redeemed, and those who have committed them may be awakened, so Azmodan's minions occasionally lose control.

Pain and suffering will not cover everyone indiscriminately, and there is always luck to stay away from them.

So Duriel and Andariel were never invincible.

Lies will be crushed by honesty, and Billy will always fail.

Only Diablo can accomplish the Great Demon God's great cause!

Because even Imprius would feel terrified when facing him!

Nothing escapes fear!

Fear of death, fear of loss, birth, old age, sickness and death all produce fear!

Diablo is always strong and seems to have no flaws.

...

"So you didn't find anything?"

Nick Fury held a stack of documents in his hand and said to Hawkeye and Coulson in front of him, a haze flashed in his one-eyed eyes.

He had just received a report from New Mexico and was suffering from a headache.

"Yes, at least there is nothing unusual about Jin Bing and the others."

Coulson lowered his head slightly and said this.

He can say nothing on that occasion.

As for Hawkeye, he stood there with his eyes closed.

He doesn't plan to report on Spider-Man to Nick Fury.

Just because of the "parallel universe" news, he doesn't intend to let Nick Fury know about Spider-Man.

"There is bad news from Natasha. Tens of thousands of Asgardians have come to Earth. According to them, Odin has lost the battle, and we are about to face a god named Kur."

Nick Fury seemed to say the news unintentionally, and Hawkeye opened his eyes immediately upon hearing the words.

"I need to go to Harrogath. Is there anything you want me to bring to the captain?"

Hawkeye understands that Nick Fury's words have never been unintentional. Since he said it, it means he has a plan.

"I need you to tell Steve that you can pursue what you need with peace of mind recently. As for the Asgardians, the military will provide corresponding help, and we will serve as supervisors."

Nick Fury rubbed his head, he began to miss the time when he still had hair to fall.

His brows, which were shrinking under the pressure, also spoke of his sadness at leaving.

"Well, it doesn't look like this is something we can fully manage either."

Hawkeye said hello and left Nick Fury's office directly, then opened the portal and went directly to the holy mountain of Harrogas.

Nick Fury completed another record of teleportation magic on a tablet computer at hand.

"Colson, how far has the purple man's research progressed?"

Nick Fury asked Coulson directly, with some worry in his tone.

"Because he lost his brain, it's still completely manageable."

When Coulson said this, his body seemed to resist.

For the purple man, he is a firm boycotter.

He promised that Ebulkasso would properly dispose of this guy's body, but now he joined the research instead.

That guy's super power is too dangerous, but he can't stop it.

So Coulson was somewhat unwilling in his heart.

"So, your vacation is coming to an end, Coulson."

Nick Fury sorted out the documents in his hand, then sat up straight and looked at Coulson.

"I want you to continue going to that blacksmith shop and do your best to collect what they did when they were in London before, and what happened there that we don't know."

Nick Fury was very serious when he said this. Hawkeye, Black Widow and S.H.I.E.L.D. seem to be no longer of one mind. Although they are still working for S.H.I.E.L.D., they seem to have a greater sense of belonging to the barbarians.

It's not that Nick Fury didn't want to catch Hawkeye or that Natasha used Veritaserum directly, but because the existence of Bulkelso made him fearful.

The injury he suffered in Bulkelso's hands last time has not fully recovered until now.

The existence of Bulkelso is the reason S.H.I.E.L.D. keeps restraint on the barbarians.

"Okay, you are the director."

Coulson took over the task easily, just as he also needed to calm down.

The days of studying that purple man made him feel some inexplicable changes in himself, and his intuition told him that he was already on the verge of danger.

"By the way, regarding Spider-Man, didn't you say that you already had clues last time? SHIELD now needs its own extraordinary power. And that street hero seems to be a good target to absorb."

Nick Fury seemed to just mention it in passing, and then fell silent again.

"Before I perform the task, I will present the message to you in writing."

Coulson understood what Nick Fury meant.

What the black-hearted bald head needs is not for Spider-Man to become a member of S.H.I.E.L.D., but to become his hidden power.

Nick Fury's ambition is finally not limited to building a few secret bases that no one knows about, he now also plans to cultivate a secret force of his own.

Not even Coulson knew who else he was after.

"Go."

Nick Fury declared the conversation over, and after watching Coulson leave his office, he picked up the phone.

"Blade, you can continue."

Nick Fury was in contact with the Blade Warrior before. As the commander of the S.H.I.E.L.D. force in the Battle of London, the Blade Warrior definitely knew a little clearer information than what the British official said.

He wouldn't have become so passive if Blade hadn't been in touch with him after disappearing for a while after the London battle.

"Vampires are definitely existences that you must be careful about, and then do everything you can to strengthen S.H.I.E.L.D. I don't think your old comrade-in-arms can be of much use in the face of such monsters."

The voice of the blade warrior came from the other end of the phone, but there was a sense of urgency in the voice.

"Are you talking about the ancestors that those clans said? Or the blood god they claimed?"

Nick Fury was a little impatient, he hated Blade's way of reporting that didn't talk about the point.

"The monsters I'm talking about are demons and angels, and the real vampires, not the bastards you know!"

Dao Feng's words came to an abrupt end when he said this, and the phone was hung up.

The Blade Warrior didn't hang up the phone himself, but he encountered something he didn't want to encounter.

At this time, an elegant and deep figure in front of him gently turned off his mobile phone, and then looked at him with a smile on his face.

"Are you Akado?"

The voice of the Blade Warrior was full of doubts. The blood of the vampire in his body made him feel the suppression of blood, but the figure in front of him was not at all like the handsome and strange Akado, but like another one person.

"I'm sorry, I thought you would say the name 'Dracula'. It's rare for a guy who stole my power to be so boring as a guy who is barely interesting? What a big disappointment."

Dracula whispered.

Then I observed the room where the Blade Warrior was.

Not far away, there are two weeping angels looking at each other.

It is unreasonable for the Weeping Angel to say that it is powerful, but the fact that two Weeping Angels can observe each other is simply too funny.

"It's beyond my expectation that you can find this way to limit the Weeping Angels. But don't you understand that their power isn't something you and the organization behind you can covet?"

Dracula picked up a goblet and shook it slowly, the blade warrior could clearly smell the blood in the cup.

Dracula is not Accardo, he doesn't just drink red wine.

The current Dracula is not the king of vampires who wants to die at the hands of humans, but an outright evil monster.

"What do you want me to do?"

The Blade Warrior made no senseless resistance.

Facing his true ancestor, the Blade Warrior had no intention of resisting.

The Dracula in front of him was not the original one of those disgusting vampires.

That's nothing more than a thief who stole the power of a vampire and the name "Dracula" along with it.

Only the one in front of him is the real ancestor of vampires.

"I want to give you a little bit of strength, but unfortunately, you have lost your virginity, so you can't be my family member, you can only be a slave."

Dracula shook the blood in the goblet in an elegant posture, and the bloody smell began to emanate.

Dracula stretched out his finger, dropped a drop of his own blood into the goblet, and then put the goblet in the hands of the blade warrior in a way that the naked eye could not catch.

"Perhaps you can still be lucky enough to move under the sun."

Dracula said with a sinister smile, turned and left the scene.

When he left, the bodies of the two weeping angels were covered with dense cracks.

After uttering a scream from the soul, the two weeping angels died directly.

Dracula has been a little busy recently, because I don't know which idiot posted the picture of the weeping angel to a horror legend forum on the Internet.

As a result, the number of weeping angels increased abnormally.

"Whoever bears the image of an angel will eventually become an angel."

This is how Weeping Angels were born.

Of course this includes videotapes, books, and even monitors and pupils.

The blood in Dracula's hands was the life of the person who caused the crime. Now he needs to visit the visitors of those forums one by one.

Then eliminate the hidden danger of the Weeping Angel.

The Blade Warrior was just an actor he chose because he was bored and wanted to watch a good show.

The blade warrior looked at the goblet in his hand, and the depths of his soul were calling.

His body developed a strong hunger instinct for this cup of blood.

The blade warrior knew very well that he had no right to refuse at all, so he could only endure the nausea and pour the blood from the cup directly into his mouth.

He never sucked blood before, even if he needed to recover from an injury, he would choose blood transfusion.

Because he wants to make himself different from those bastards who regard blood-sucking as noble.

But facing the real ancestor of vampires, he has no right to choose.

...

On the sacred mountain of Harrogath, Natasha and Hawkeye met in front of Steve.

Steve is learning how to fight with shields from the combat master Caljo, but the progress is a bit slow.

Because even if Karcho is the top master of parry, the purpose of his parry is to smash the enemy's head with his shield and fist.

If the situation is not so critical, Calcho prefers the feeling of crushing the demon's head with iron boots.

The shield is just his choice to prolong his fighting years.

And Steve didn't have that kind of strength. Although it took some effort for him to smash the head of an ordinary person, it was quite easy to separate the head from the spine.

But that can't be finalized in the face of extraordinary enemies.

"Captain, Nick Fury needs you to be ready for battle."

Hawkeye said this to Steve.

While Nick Fury is talking about making Steve go after what he wants, what does Captain America want? It's just about getting rid of the enemy and embracing peace.

To put it bluntly, it is to make Captain America ready to go to the battlefield at any time.

Hawkeye dismissed Nick Fury's conversational style with words in his words.

Everything depends on guessing?

If he guesses right, he is a leader, but if he guesses wrong, his subordinates don't understand well?

This is a non-stick pan.

"What happened again?"

Just as Steve stopped what he was doing and was about to ask, he was knocked on the head by Calcio with a small broken wooden shield.

Steve lay neatly on the ground, looking at the sky in a daze.

"It seems that you can only train here today."

Karcho threw the broken wooden shield on the ground and disappeared.

Kaljo had little interest in training a warrior who was destined not to be the heir.

If it weren't for Bulkelso's request, he wouldn't have done such a useless thing.

"Asgard has sunk, and the remaining Asgardians have just appeared in New Mexico. I'm considering whether to tell Thor."

Natasha directly took out a bottle of vodka and drank it.

Only on the holy mountain of Harrogas, this black widow will show her wild side.

"This is really big news."

Hawkeye rubbed his short hair, feeling a little prickly, and said:

"Then what are you going to do? Keep it from Thor?"

"I'm going to tell him, but I just don't know how to say it."

Natasha felt a little headache thinking about Thor's sense of pride when she introduced everything to them about Asgard every time she saw Thor.

Should she tell Thor "Your father lost and was sealed together with your mother"?

Thinking of this, Natasha took out another bottle of vodka and poured it into her mouth, so she almost took out a Bobosha and started firing around.

"I think something is wrong with the most recent situation, and the most frequent things seem to increase all of a sudden."

Hawkeye snatched the bottle of vodka from Natasha's hand and poured it into his own mouth.

Since the appearance of the Hell Demon King, the world has suddenly become less peaceful.

Hawkeye only felt a little bitter.

Especially after meeting the Spider-Man from the "parallel universe", things got completely out of control.

"I thought after I got rid of the Red Skull, the whole world would be at peace. Hell, I'm just a veteran, and now I'm on my pension!"

Steve picked up his shield and covered his face and said, his voice was a little muffled.

"Who's going to tell Thor?"

Hawkeye said in a bit of a fucking tone, and he felt bad all over.

"Why don't I go? You know, the old guys have to explain the young people."

Vader's voice that hadn't appeared for a long time suddenly sounded, and he appeared three or four steps away from several people.

"Ancestor Vader, you are here again. You are the only one on the entire holy mountain who seems to be doing nothing."

Natasha took out a bottle of wine with a smile and threw it over. Although the incorporeal Vader couldn't drink the wine now, it didn't prevent him from storing it.

Vader, who didn't save a dime before his death, naturally didn't have any fine wine hidden away.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be playing autumn wind everywhere.

"Is this a deposit?"

Vader smiled heartily, then walked towards the Elder Temple.

Thor is presumably with that boring guy in Volusk right now.

"Vader always said that he was just a merchant's soul, but who would believe his nonsense."

Hawkeye muttered quietly.

The old general of Qualkek always showed some respect when facing Vader, and it would be a lie to say that Vader is not strong.

"Maybe Vader will always meet someone who looks right, and then he probably won't have to fight around."

Natasha said casually, and then lay directly on the snow on the holy mountain.

At this moment, a new brave man finally appeared at the gate of the holy mountain.

Maybe not so brave...

It was a man, 1.88 meters tall, with blond curly hair.

Compared to his height, his figure is a little thin.

It looks like it only weighs about 70 kilograms.

And his face was full of pain, like the kind who might commit suicide at any time.

"Young man, are you planning to come to seek death?"

Maddock frowned and said to the young man in front of him. He felt a somewhat disgusting aura from this young man.

That's what death feels like.

And this guy has no life at all, as if he lost the whole world, living would be worse than being dead.

"Yeah, it's just me...how can I say this? I can't die."

"I tried jumping off a building and there was a big hole in the ground, and I recovered after resetting my broken neck.

I also tried to throw myself into the lake, but I just fell asleep. Bleach tastes like coffee, bombs can't kill me, I feel like I've been abandoned by death. "

The young man said so, and the more he talked, the sadder he became.

Although his experience was very sad, it was absurdly ridiculous.

Craig Hollis.

Essentially he's still a human, just mutated...

Of course, this mutation is benign, and there seems to be no problem with calling it the "Supreme Human Being".

As long as his soul is not killed, he is immortal.

Kill his body and he'll only resurrect immediately after a certain amount of time.

And death is like forgetting the existence of this guy, never intending to take his soul away. Perhaps it was not time for his body to die, so his name was removed from his authority.

"It's so bizarre that those who despise life also despise death?"

Maddock rubbed his beard, he felt that this young man seemed to be able to use it to disgust Malthael.

Although Malsail could kill this young man's soul with sheer strength, the rules of death would have no effect on this guy.

"Why do you want to climb up the holy mountain?"

Maddock started to have a headache, and he said a little irritably.

"It's just that it seems that I can be needed here, and I won't be left behind. Someone told me so."

Craig said so.

"Young man, what's your name?"

Tariq couldn't stand Maddok's perfunctory tone. Compared to Maddok, Tariq preferred to give some guidance to young people.

As for Kerik who was squatting on the other side, he just didn't say a word.

Korik respects life, so he doesn't like those who fight to die.

You must know that even the Berserker Banal fights for survival.

He didn't even want to look at the guy who was fighting to follow the footsteps of death.

"Craig Hollis. Can I find what I want here?"

Craig asked with a hopeful tone, and suddenly there was some light in his lifeless eyes.

"If you want to die, you only need to go to the most dangerous places. There will always be someone who can kill your soul."

Tariq was offended at this young man who despised life and death.

The death of the body does not mean death, just like the souls of their ancestors, it just changes the way of existence.

The death faced by the barbarian is not only the death of the body.

In battles against Helllords, barbarian warriors often do not even leave their souls behind.

This is why Rathma priests, those somewhat terrifying necromancers, use the corpses of the dead.

What can the soulless corpse do to avenge the demon?

Only a necromancer can make these soulless dead take revenge on those who caused their death.

That's why barbarians never speak ill of necromancers.

Those guys are respectable, but still not close.

"Kill my soul? This is not what I want. I want to go where the dead should go, but I will always be rejected."

Craig said in a very low tone, and the whole person fell directly to the ground as if he had lost all his strength.

Tears continued to seep from the eyes.

"Are you going to the kingdom of the dead?"

Bulkelso's figure suddenly appeared in this place, and then a tall figure stood on top of Craig's head.

"Why?"

Bulkelso didn't quite understand what this guy was thinking.

It is not uncommon for Bulkelso, who seeks death, to have seen him before, but most of those guys want to sleep forever, not to go to the kingdom of the dead to continue to suffer.

Bulkelso just glanced at Craig and probably understood the so-called immortality of this guy.

It's just that physically, this guy has achieved a certain level of perfection.

But this kind of perfection did not give Craig the qualification to become stronger, it just made him extremely outstanding in terms of recovery and longevity.

Possessing a vitality that is almost the same as that of a pure nephalem, the body exudes vitality all the time.

Lifespan can be described as "infinite". In terms of resilience, because the soul is not accepted by the rules of death itself, the body will continue to recover.

This is a guy who is almost indistinguishable from a nephalem.

There is no difference except that the nephalem's life and soul are accepted by death, and that the nephalem have no limit to their growth in power.

"I……"

Craig was a little hesitant. He didn't know whether he should confide those pains to strangers.

"There, boy. You are not fit to be a barbarian. Your body will not accept the nephalem of the barbarian line."

Bulkelso sits cross-legged directly beside Craig.

This guy's body is more balanced, and it is impossible to accept any biased Nephalem blood.

The blood of barbarians, demon hunters, necromancers, and vanished druids is closer to demons, and crusaders and those witch doctors are more like angels.

Only the monks' bodies are most closely related to the concept of balance.

This point can be seen from those transformation skills that tap the power of blood.

The Barbarian's Rage of the Berserker is hideous and full of negative emotions like the Demon Hunter's Revenge Transformation. Those druids who disappeared and turned into beasts would not be devoid of bestiality. The Necromancer's blood-soul double division is more like using the devil's means to split the soul with blood.

The crusader Akarat warrior is golden in shape, looking like a battle angel without wings of light.

The witch doctor's soul walking shows the essence of their souls, and the dark blue soul is not much different from the angel of fate Yserial.

As for the spiritual enlightenment skill of the monks, which is nicknamed the transformation of black people, their whole bodies have become pitch black, but everywhere they walk is filled with divine brilliance. It's as if Prius was dyed with black paint, or Mephisto believed in the Holy Light.

Monk bloodlines are the most balanced.

As for mages...

A mage is the superposition of knowledge and rules, and the attitude of a magician is completely that they use their soul and knowledge to forcibly control the rules.

Bloodlines are of no use to them.

Bulkelso even suspected that even if Li Min wasn't a nephalem, he would still be able to obtain that terrifying power and use knowledge to obtain eternal life.

And if Craig, whose body tends to be perfectly balanced as a human being, wants to become a nephalem, then probably only the blood of the monk can be integrated.

"I don't want to be a barbarian, I just want to go to the land of the dead."

Craig didn't quite understand Bulkelso's words, he just wanted "death" to be treated equally.

"Then you probably need to make an application to Death yourself."

Bulkelso also began to feel distressed because of this guy in front of him.

For a while, he couldn't understand why Harrogas Holy Mountain let this guy come up, and guided him to come here to meet this guy.

Bulkeso couldn't figure it out.

Originally, he was sitting quietly on a rock, thinking about what kind of possession he would use to wake up Leoric.

Mina Harker's skeleton is indeed enough for Skeleton King Leoric to appear as a possession, but it is still the Skeleton King who hates life and refuses to die that Bulkelso does not want to revive.

What he wants to wake up is Leoric, the wise king of Candulas. If that guy is sober, he can bring a lot of advice to Bulkelso.

Especially the knowledge about the dark soul stone and the experience of fighting the whispers of the demon king of hell, these are all things that Bulkelso needs.

"I just want to go to the kingdom of death, living is too painful for me."

Following Craig's words, Bulkelso suddenly understood the meaning of Harrogas Holy Mountain.

A body rejected by death, a soul that wants to die.

This is Leoric's best support.

"Maybe I..."

Halfway through the conversation, Bulkelso suddenly shut up.

If he wants Leoric to recover, he wants to take away a person's eternal life? Even if eternal life is painful for this person, even if what this person wants is to be seduced by death?

This is not fair at all! Life cannot be measured except by life itself.

Regardless of whether the owner of this life wants to continue living, this life is his own.

Life should not be a price.

Even if he didn't need this life, Bulkelso couldn't give something of equivalent value in exchange.

"You can temporarily live on the holy mountain, and this place may make you think about it. If you are afraid of losing, you won't lose anything here. At least you won't be sad about losing."

Bulkelso twitched the corner of his mouth, and finally said so.

Now that Holy Mountain has recognized Craig Hollis as a person, he will not drive him down the mountain forcefully.

A person who can't seek death?

How sad that is.

There's nothing wrong with this guy, just a little bit of kindness.

Being different is sometimes considered a mistake, but nephalem are never different.

There is room for a sad wretch in Harrogath.

"Can death be seen here?"

Craig's voice was full of humble supplications, which made Bulkelso's expression even more uncontrollable.

"Death has left an indelible pain here."

Bul-Katho picked up a cloud of snow on the ground, beneath which were the remnants of the savages who had turned to ashes when death fell.

Death took the lives of those savages, and Malthael's power crushed the souls of these hapless creatures.

They ended up with nothing left.

Bulkelso still couldn't like this guy named Craig Hollis.

What kind of courage did this guy use to get the approval of Harrogas Holy Mountain?

Could it be the courage to persevere and seek death?

Bulkelso felt more and more confused.

aha...

Mr. Immortal Craig Hollis's Avengers of the Great Lakes I have been eyeing for a long time, and when I am happily laying the groundwork for Leoric, I think it may bring some surprises.

As a result, a certain UP master actually posted a video of the Great Lakes Avengers before I let this character appear on the stage!

So angry!

Whether you plan to write about this person, or check the information! Obviously it was me first!

I also struggled a lot to think about the timeline...

So angry!

Well... Who told me to write too slowly, if I update 20,000 words a day, I will be ahead of him...

But still so angry!