Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Why do you think I'll tell you this if you ask?"

Unprepared, Vorusk let those dirty things slam down his head and face, and looked at Maddock with twinkling eyes.

The majestic and mighty body did not waver or retreat in the slightest.

Perhaps in Volusk's eyes, there was nothing worth giving in to.

"Tch, the great Immortal King didn't even appear on the battlefield, why do you think I'm afraid of your power?"

Maddock said loudly.

With an axe, he smashed a piece of demon into pieces.

Maddock didn't look back to observe Vorusk's appearance, he didn't care about these things.

So what if he offended Volusk?

Was beaten to death on the holy mountain?

Or will Vorusk banish Madoc from Mount Harrogath in the name of the Immortal King?

Do not make jokes!

The Three Ancestors were the gatekeepers chosen by the first Bulkelso, and this is not something that Volusk can change.

"Madock, shut up! Now concentrate on cleaning the sanitation outside the holy mountain!"

Tariq couldn't help but make a sound.

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

Every barbarian is not easily afraid of anything.

He just felt that it was more important to concentrate on fighting now.

"Boring question."

Volusk looked a little gloomy.

But under the cover of the devil's plasma, the subtle loss in his expression has not been 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 in other places while blocking Rathma.

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

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

Plasma mixed with mud stuck to his boots, and each step would tear out a long silk thread.

There is no earthy fragrance, no natural force in the stench.

That crushed battle is an unforgettable past in Volusk's heart.

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

"What is our task now?"

Kerik stomped on the ground and crushed a large piece of demon into pieces, his body was covered in blood and he opened his mouth to speak.

Then he casually spit out a piece of devil's flesh and blood from his mouth, his eyes wandering a bit.

"Do you think there will be other tasks for guarding the gate? Kerik, it is enough to stop these bastards in front of the gate of the holy mountain now!"

Tariq waved the epee in his hand, and said to Kerik after the splattered flesh was emptied with waves of storms:

"Let Calgar do the counterattack. We just need to hold here."

"Then why did Volusk come here? Just to watch us grind up the scum?"

Maddock glanced at Vorusk who was walking a little far away and asked.

The Three Patriarchs would not understand what Vorusk was trying to do.

This secret realm is different!

With the intervention of Jotun Kuller, the Archangel and the Demon God personally ended up.

Will there be other things in it?

Volusk needs to see with his own eyes, fulfilling the responsibilities of witness and referee.

It was just a battle, a battle that opened up the scars in the hearts of countless ancestors.

...

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

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

Orac was not an ancestor who died in this battle, he was much older.

This is not his battlefield, nor is it his obsession.

Even this time the battle is as painful and sad as it is.

Jessica looked at Olak 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 the two of you."

Orac closed his eyes and said so.

He didn't frown tightly, but he clenched the palm of the God of War Blade tightly.

He didn't want to see even the slightest picture of this battle, because he was afraid that he would rush towards the archangel and the two demon gods angrily.

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

Aurak's death was exchanged for the glory of victory, in exchange for the continuation of the barbarian race.

He didn't complain.

But what does victory in this battle bring?

Those ancestors who fought will mourn the tragedy of the past even more after the battle is over.

All the responsibilities will be on Burkesso.

It's not fair.

For fighters, this is not fair at all!

And fighters?

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

"So, where should we start fighting?"

Luke asked with some doubts.

Luke felt that the atmosphere was not right, but he had no other better way than asking stupid questions.

Jessica held his hand with a calm expression.

There was no sense of tension.

Bulkeso said that the ancestors would protect their lives.

This battle without death calmed her nerves.

Maddock had no intention of taking Luke to fight.

Luke is not the one who guards the gate of the Holy Mountain!

Gatekeeper is a glorious identity, which is the recognition of the first generation ancestors!

And Luke was far worse.

"Start where you can see the demons, and work hard to survive the battle."

Olak said casually.

He turned towards the two guys not far away.

Abomination and Purple Man.

It is also his task to watch over these two guys who have a little breath of Diablo.

This is a bit overkill, and Aurak, the God of War, can bring more powerful help on the battlefield.

But Olak's life had been spent in the battle to turn the tide, and the most dangerous moment had not yet been reached.

"Let's go! Luke!"

Jessica grabbed Luke's hand and walked towards the tall guard tower.

That was a relatively safe place on the battlefield, and the recruits were all standing on the sentry towers and city walls under the arrangement of the old general Qualkek.

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

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

This isn't their fight, the recruits are just here to see.

The balance of victory and defeat has never been in their hands.

Jessica didn't notice Olak's disappointment, or when Olak chose to close his eyes motionless, Jessica couldn't feel the emotion of the God of War.

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

Jessica yelled without looking back.

Orac didn't answer her.

The Great Bear Tribe is over, over! The last living pure Ursa barbarian was dead.

Jessica wants to inherit this responsibility?

At least not until she understands what fighting is.

Drinking the stinking blood of demons in his mouth, after chewing on the stone-like limbs of Devil Thumper to satisfy his hunger!

In the battle, the skin was torn by countless sharp claws, and the wounds on the body that could not heal were piled on top of each other!

Prepare to die every time you fight, know every time you get hit that you will be food for the devil!

When there is no chance of victory in sight, the moment when you can still unswervingly use your greatest strength to send the weapon into the mouth of those scumbags is the birth of a warrior!

Orac is very harsh on fighters. Jessica considers herself a fighter, but obviously she is not!

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

Luke tugged at Jessica and said.

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

Those old guys cleaned up well one by one, and were waiting for the sound of the recoil horn.

"Demons are never tireless, and neither are we."

Olak watched the two young barbarians walking towards the front line, and spoke slowly.

Time is the most ruthless.

Fades everything.

It was as if Olak had sworn to remember the child forever, and now he couldn'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 sharp claws of the cub?"

Banal said casually with a heavy knife that was easy to chop.

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

Banal will always stand behind Aurak!

Whether it is a position or a concept.

Berserker Banal always puts God of War's will before his own!

In the incomplete Wrath of the Berserker, Aurak's voice and will are his only beliefs.

"You're not a bear anymore, go do what you want, Banal."

Olak didn't move at all, just spoke softly.

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

Whether it's looking after two inexplicable guys, or taking care of the lives of young people.

This is not what he wants.

It's just that Orac needs the job.

Soldiers don't fight forever under protection, and on the battlefield, no one can be trusted except those they fight with.

That's what Orac wanted to tell the recruits.

"Glory to the Bear, in the name of the savages of the Bear Tribe."

Banal stretched out his fist and placed it in front of Aurak.

Banal prepared for the worst.

He always does.

Fight to the death, fight until the berserker loses his mind and can no longer wield the weapon in his hand!

Fighting to the point where even the teeth that could kill the enemy fell off, and the nails were blown off!

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

Orac spoke softly.

This is a revenge and a fight for the future!

Volusk went to find the guy who had been hiding for a long time, and these ancestors who couldn't wield weapons against demon gods and angels would be ready to give everything.

Make that guy pay!

"Rathma could affect the soul of that one? I still find it hard to believe."

Banal babbled, and left here.

"That's what Vorusk said. That noble guy was stronger than Vorusk when he was alive."

Oracle said so.

He wondered if Banal could hear this, but it didn't matter.

This sentence is what he said to himself.

God of War will appear on the toughest battlefields and turn the tide! Just like he did when he was alive.

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

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

Orac said this to Cassius who suddenly appeared.

This reckless guy died in this war.

He shouldn't be here.

"Do you know about the death of that rampant Skeleton King in Leoric? If you knew, you wouldn't say such things."

Cassius said with a contemptuous and mocking look on his face:

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

"Sacrifice, I thought you were used to it for a long time."

Olak opened his eyes, the pupils replaced by raging rage.

In the empty eye sockets, there are only two groups of burning angry flames burning.

"The savages never let anyone die before us, Aurak! Before I died, I didn't let the young men of the tribe die before me!"

Cassius said with some pride.

The leader of another era of the Big Bear Tribe.

Chieftain after Kotur!

It was always like this with the Great Bear Tribe, the chief was always the first to die on the battlefield.

It was as if they had lined up long ago, waiting for the arrival of death one by one.

The powerhouses of the Big Bear Tribe have already made plans to become chiefs, that is, to write their names on the front row of death's notebook!

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

Olak's body stood in place like a sculpture, and the fiery eyes in his eye sockets broke free, flowing down Olak's face like running water.

Then ignited the God of War blade!

"I'm just telling you, this time is the same as before. The young people who are alive are the future. Those who are dead will only be tears of sorrow!"

As Cassius said this, his arm pointed to Jessica who had just climbed up the guard tower.

Olak didn't like Jessica very much, and the inheritance at that time was more of a helpless choice.

Olak treats Jessica tenderly, but that is not the attitude towards the heir!

Only with more severe treatment can the fighters have a greater chance of surviving.

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

Cassius looked at Orac in front of him and said so.

Natasha inherited his Cassius fighting style, but Natasha is a barbarian, not a barbarian from the Great Bear tribe.

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

"And then? You need my guidance even where you go to fight. Such a fighter is not worthy of inheriting the glory of the big bear!"

The God of War Blade in Orac's hand was burning in flames, bursts of brilliance flickering continuously.

"Do you just think of her as your toy? Or is it that Aurak, the God of War, needs an obedient rag doll to make up for his guilt towards that child!?"

Cassius walked up to Orlak and yelled at Orlak's face.

Anger is visible to the naked eye.

Cassius' will to protect his people has never wavered!

Same as when he was alive!

He will find the enemy for the death of his clansmen!

He will hunt and kill the wolves because a lamb in the tribe was stolen by the wolves!

Everything in the tribe is the target of his protection!

Use your own strength and the enemy's fear of him as the umbrella of the Big Bear Tribe!

This is the will of Cassius as the chieftain!

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

Orac looked at Cassius, who was full of anger, and said calmly.

Orac never intended to save Jessica's life from the fight in the first place!

He is the God of War, the one who treats soldiers most harshly.

Save the weak clansman?

certainly! This is the chief's responsibility!

Just to save an immature fighter?

God of War wouldn't do that!

Known as the god of war, Aurak has no mercy in the face of war!

Always shouting that "warriors deserve to die in battle", his kindness has always been towards those clansmen who are powerless to fight.

Unqualified fighters will be eliminated naturally, and Aurak will not save them again and again.

"You and I both know what this battle means to Bulkelso! I will not let go of my responsibilities and do what should be your job."

Cassius rubbed his belt and flicked his braided beard.

He knew that he couldn't make Orac change his mind.

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

Orac's body began to be burned with anger!

This is Aurak's rage, the mortal rage!

What is the purpose of fighting?

For Aurak, the purpose of battle is to bring death!

Either the opponent's or his death!

The coldest ancestor on the holy mountain!

The ancestor who was the strictest to warriors on the holy mountain!

The most fanatical ancestors on the holy mountain!

The ancestors who are meticulous and gentle to the clansmen, and cold to the soldiers who only ignore death!

God of War Orac!

The founder of the legend of the Great Bear Tribe!

My heart was filled with fear, but I turned the fear into fuel and kept fighting!

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

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

"But I can change your approach, and I can change the ending!"

Cassius grabbed his beard and said with firm eyes!

"A savage never changes another's will!"

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

Cassius and Orac confront each other.

The hammer he cherished when he was young appeared in his free hand.

Molten slag!

Facing the Blade of the God of War, Cassius's fists could not withstand that sharp edge.

Even if he could continue his life and existence by ignoring the pain, his arm would not be able to match the legend of the God of War Blade!

"You want to fight me before going out? What do you take fighting for! Bastard!"

The fury on Orac's body has already burned his skin!

Bursts of arrogance spread, constantly approaching Cassius.

"You know, the pride of Cassius! Your anger will not affect me even a little bit!"

Cassius patted his belt, raised his head high and said while looking at Olak who was taller than him.

No need for any state, no need for anger to bless his body, Olak already has a height of more than 2.4 meters.

The burly body like a rock never backed down!

"Then, warrior! Are you ready for death!"

Olak's voice was tightly suppressed.

The anger made the sound of fat being ignited on his body.

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

Cassius held the molten slag and laughed wildly!

Live to die?

Cassius never thought of it that way!

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

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

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

The two have completely different attitudes towards the clansmen!

...

"You just watch them fight like this?"

Johanna stood beside Bulkelso, watching the confrontation between Cassius and Aurak following Bulkelso's eyes.

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

Bulkeso said calmly.

Unlike wavering, he had no intention of intervening in this conflict of ideas.

Whose ideas are noble?

Whose cognition is correct?

Do not make jokes!

The most noble soul!

Will is the most noble thing!

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

"If I tell you like this, everything you believe in is vain! Everything you insist on is wrong, will you abandon your beliefs because of what I said? Johanna!"

Bulkelso turned his head to look at Johanna in front of him, his voice was not cold.

But it doesn't sound very gentle.

This is somewhat different from the Burkesso in Johanna's impression.

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

Johanna said heartily.

It seemed that there was no problem that would make her feel embarrassed.

"You're young, Johanna!

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

Bulkelso said with some disappointment.

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

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

There are no years of teaching, no long experience.

These young people are always a little naive and ridiculous.

"So you're only talking about this with Kalashim? Burkesso, you're as cold as the rock I'm sitting on!"

Johanna said angrily.

As a warrior who has endured a series of harrowing battles, Johanna considers herself mature enough.

Johanna, who has witnessed countless tragedies with her own eyes, believes that she should be mature enough in the eyes of Bulkelso.

"How old do you think Natsubo is?"

Bulkelso wiped off the blood on his face casually, it was the injury left in the battle with Leiko, such a little time was not enough for his body to recover.

After Bulkeso finished speaking, he poured a bottle of spirits into his mouth.

He didn't spill wine all over his body like the heroes in those biographical novels.

The wine entered Bulkelso's stomach without any waste, and then flowed out from the wound in his abdomen.

with blood.

Johanna looked at Bulkelso and frowned.

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

Johanna spoke according to her guess.

Nazeebo always acted very calm, rarely showing much emotion.

There was always something about him that made Johanna feel dull.

"Twenty-eight years old!"

Burkasso took a deep look at Johanna and said.

Nazeebo is only twenty-eight years old!

He can wander from many magical worlds, not the one that made him grow up in the jungle!

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

Nazeebo has been cast out by his people, leaving him to live in seclusion! Waiting for death in vain!

Witch doctors who aren't strong enough say he's contempt for souls!

But only Nazeebo complied with the will of those souls!

Among the witch doctors in the Invisible Land, only Nazeebo is so powerful that the Hell Lord can face him!

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

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

Bulkelso passed a finger through the belly and held down the stomach wound!

Only then did the wine stop flowing from the wound.

"I'm not mature enough? Maturity is not like you who stand on the sidelines and look at everything."

Johanna spoke calmly.

"I never just watched things happen!"

Bulkelso stared at Johanna with wide eyes.

The slightly healed wound cracked again, and the blood continued to flow.

"I just! Never try to change the will of others! Johanna! You should see with your own eyes instead of asking me for my opinion!"

Bull Casso said nonchalantly!

A pair of eyes stared at Cassius and Orac.

Most of the time there is only one kind of victor on the battlefield, and that is the one who survived!

But not so in a battle between kin!

In this type of battle, the victor is the one who gains the right to life and death over the other!

"Well, Bulkelso. There is no answer to that question.

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

Johanna calmed down her mood, and asked Burkasso seriously.

Halfway up the mountain, the vanguard led by Calgar was ready to rush out.

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

The vanguard will open a path in the sea of ​​demons leading directly to the place of the demon god!

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

And those ancestors who didn't gather together all looked serious, as if they were waiting for something to appear!

The most abnormal one is Volusk!

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

"Planning a soul."

Bulkelso 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 hanging on his body made him look a bit sloppy.

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

This armor is the most common combat state of Bulkasso.

After the battle with Leiko, Bulkelso didn't change this armor, which has already explained the problem.

That's why Johanna asked the question.

"A battle?"

Johanna looked at Bulkelso in front of her and said.

His expression was a little shaken.

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

Bul-Kelso shared more information, then fell silent again.

Vorusk knew whose spirit it was, and the dangers of waking it up.

But he still has no hesitation.

This is what the cowardly Immortal Lord Vorusk must do!

"who is it?"

Johanna thought about it and asked.

But Burkesso didn't give an answer.

Gu Yi stood on the sentry tower, watching the three ancestors sweeping away in the tide of demons.

Look a little 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 indescribable pressure.

A huge demon like a towering building is advancing unswervingly.

The target is the city wall under her feet!

The city of Harrogas is not only accessible from the direction of the gate of the holy mountain.

And here will be another tragic battlefield!

The unnamed ancestors around him were all serious, including ballistas, catapults, and various obstacles placed on the ground inside the city wall.

These all show that the barbarians are ready for the city wall to be breached!

The battle itself was so tragic!

Countless weapons turned into pieces!

Most of the spare equipment on the weapon rack was used and smashed.

The host of hell will climb the city wall with countless demons!

The siege assault beast will break through the solid city wall and turn the defense into a hand-to-hand fight.

Demons are endless!

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

Tony growled loudly.

There was some panic in the voice.

No matter who saw the dense army of demons, they would think so.

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

If one day the army of demons starts to attack humans, will human defenses be able to work?

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

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

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

"How strong is the demon?"

Tony asked.

The corrupted Daleks he saw in London suddenly flashed through his mind.

If the strength of the demon army can reach that level, then humans will not be much better when facing demons than when those militiamen meet American soldiers.

"How strong? This question makes it difficult for me to answer."

Rasuke scratched his head, turned around and asked Aunt Mara beside him.

"Aunt Mara, how strong is the demon?"

"Strong? No matter how strong he is, he will never be stronger than Bulkelso, Rasuke."

Aunt Marat wiped the ax with a cloth.

This is a fight that doesn't need a doctor, so Aunt Mala takes up arms.

"Have you heard Tony? No better than Bulkelso."

Rasuke dealt with Tony casually.

His mind has long been immersed in the battle itself.

In that battle back then, the barbarians had much more fighters than they do now!

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

Soldiers 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's cruel, but it can't be blamed.

"If I were stronger than Bulkasso, I wouldn't come here!"

Tony felt a little hairy in his heart.

Such an answer made him unacceptable.

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

Rasuke said so

But he looked a little worried.

He was a bright and lively young man who hadn't lived years older than Tony's.

He felt the unusualness of this secret realm.

"Don't worry about that. Do you have to wait silently to die in the face of an invincible enemy? It's all about fighting, that's all."

Rumlow said while holding a helmet.

This type of helmet made him feel a little surprised.

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

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

Casillas tapped his helmet and said.

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

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

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

The way of charging that constantly draws strength from the collision 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 said, pointing his finger in the direction of old general Qualkek.

Over there, General Ross was standing there with a suspicious look on his life.

General Ross himself intends to go back to his army to track down Mordoc's information.

But before he could tell the barbarian about his intention to leave here, he was shrouded in a secret realm that opened up.

"My teacher, should be said to be my former teacher."

Casillas looked at Gu Yi's profile and said.

There was some despondency in his tone.

He still couldn't completely forget all the things he used to be a mage.

"Why, are you planning to take revenge?"

Matthew asked casually.

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

Casillas opened his mouth and roared loudly!

The sound was almost comparable to a battle cry.

Wrong battle cry?

"Hahaha! What did Canuck do to you?"

Reco patted Matthew's shoulder and laughed loudly.

Reflexive, Canuck's Iker Casillas has been made.

Now Casillas is an excellent fighter.

It's just a little too nervous when facing problems.

"It's nothing. The ancestors of Canuck taught me some truths. It was instilled in my head in the strongest way."

Casillas said with some embarrassment.

He felt a dull pain in his jaw.

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

Matthew said so.

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

However, after becoming a barbarian, his strong physical fitness prevented him from losing his ability to fight because of his loud voice.

Barbarian battlefields are always noisy.

The shouting and shouting will never stop.

A barbarian can't fight well if he's distracted by noise.

"Eat~ what?"

Killer Monkey climbed on Matthew's head, flipping Matthew's hair casually.

As a monkey's nature, rummaging for lice is an instinctive act.

"Here, this!"

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

Killer Monkey climbed forward and took a look, then turned his head with disdainful eyes and began to search for lice again.

"Rye bread? Is there such a long one?"

Matthew asked with some doubts.

This is the work of Canuck. In order for Casillas to better understand the basic right and wrong, he prepared a lot of bread of this style.

"I think I might need a little broth."

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

"By the way, it seemed that Aunt Mara was in charge of treating the wounded and preparing food at the same time?"

Rasuke 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, it was ill-considered."

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

"Who's going to get some water?"

Rumlow glanced at the people around him and asked.

Then consciously put the pot on his back and jumped out towards the bottom of the city wall.

The snow everywhere is a good source of water when it is not stained with blood.

"After the battle starts, can we catch up with the food cooking?"

Tony said a little annoyed.

A diamond was firmly stuffed on top of the reactor on his chest that had been miniaturized a lot.

Flawless royal diamond, not bad as a power source.

It's just that Rasuke used a chisel to punch a hole in the reactor in the most brutal way, and this process made Tony feel like he was breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Who knows? If it doesn't work, you just send yourself to the devil's mouth? Anyway, the ancestors will protect you."

Rasuke said casually.

Then they saw Lei Ko walking up slowly.

"Lei ~ Ancestor Lei Kou!"

Lei Ke looked at Lei Ko with adoring eyes, her voice trembling.

"It's Reco, did you get your wish?"

Lai Ko's voice was exceptionally gentle.

Reco is her bloodline descendant.

Although she and Chorez's son were not able to keep their souls by the Holy Majesty.

But the blood of the two people continued well.

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

Reco said with a smile, a little embarrassed.

She hasn't communicated with Lai Kou for a long time.

As a descendant of Laiko, she didn't even survive five battles, and she was a little ashamed to die in the molten fire trap in a ridiculous way.

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

Leko said so.

The battle for the city wall is generally the most tragic battlefield.