Chapter 23 Ancestors
A banquet with only three people was held.
The Ancient One and Bulcaisel were still the same as before, walking among the snow on the holy mountain of Harrogath wearing thin clothes.
Poor Gil was wrapped like a ball at this time. Even so, he could still feel the cold surrounding him.
“Gil, the day you become a warrior, you will walk from here to the Temple of the Elders, shirtless, carrying a small hand ax and a broken wooden buckler, and then accept the test of your ancestors!”
"Although those ferocious beasts can no longer be found in the mountains now, it may be enough for your body to do this."
Bulkessor's words sound quite exaggerated. , coupled with the smile from the heart on Zhang’s majestic face, so Jill didn’t believe it.
He thought this was a lie by adults, just to tease him and have fun.
"I will definitely be able to do it, don't underestimate me!"
In order to prevent Bulkeso from achieving his "evil" purpose, Gil swore loudly!
There are countless souls of ancestors wandering on the holy mountain of Harrogas. Most of the time, they do not communicate with others or show their presence.
But when they heard such a "weak" child respond loudly to the next immortal king they recognized, they still couldn't hold back their curiosity and showed up.
When Gil appeared on the holy mountain of Harrogas, all the ancestors felt that this child was so weak compared to the barbarians that he was about to die of illness.
But after hearing his declaration, which brave barbarian wouldn't want to take a look at this brave child?
Okay, that's an interesting misunderstanding, but the straight-faced savages don't care about that.
"Bulkasso, where did you find such a courageous child? When he takes the test, let me be his examiner! I have defeated the tough guy like the Plague King, let him enter my secret realm !”
An ancestor jumped out and shouted to Bulcaisuo.
This volume is considered hoarse even for barbarians who are used to loud voices.
The loud noise frightened Gil, and he almost fell to the ground and rolled out like a ball.
"Madoc! Don't talk like it's difficult to defeat the King of Plague. I chopped the choker into pieces in just a few strokes. It's a complete waste to give you this good seedling. Do you want him?" Like you, do you die alone in an unknown corner for a voice whose origin you cannot tell?”
Another ancestor jumped out and began to fight for the power of Gil's inheritance, even mentioning Madoc's pain points to attack the opponent.
"An Bo! You guy who has been dead for who knows how many years! Your methods have long been outdated!"
"Ha! You will lose all your glorious weapons, don't you think so? Didn’t you see those little guys holding ‘Madoc’s Sorrow’!”
As for the other ancestors, their interest in Jill has been suppressed by the quarrel between Madoc and Amber.
After all, in this place, which soul doesn’t have some glorious past?
Even the most numerous of these souls are barbarians whose names have not been passed down. For them, it seems more important to tell the jokes of Madoc and Amber.
They basically gave up the idea of competing for this brave heir. The best warrior will naturally inherit the best inheritance.
Most of these barbarian ancestors thought so.
It was at this time that Gil truly realized that the exaggerated test method Bulkaiso mentioned before was not a joke.
As soon as his feet became weak, he slipped and fell to the ground. At the same time, he felt a chill in his heart.
But thinking of the scene of the battle between Bulcasso and Death, he felt a strong impulse in his heart for the first time. This time, he didn't want to become stronger for others, or for revenge.
He wanted to gain strength from the bottom of his heart, and wanted to become the barbarian warrior who dared to grab a weapon and slash hard no matter what he faced.
What he pursues may not be strength, but fearless bravery.
"These souls seem to be different from ghosts?"
Gu Yi looked at the ancestors who suddenly appeared and asked Bulcasso curiously. "The holy mountain of Harrogath shelters the barbarians. The souls of the barbarians will not be destroyed, nor will they leave the holy mountain. Except for those three special beings."
Bulkessor answered Ancient One with that hearty smile.
Souls are not indestructible products in the world of Diablo, but only the barbarian ancestors on the sacred mountain of Harrogath are special.
Their experience and will will be passed down.
“Bulkasso, those funny guys have been in the mountains for several days, what are we going to do about them?”
An ancestor said to Bulcaisuo, and his expression seemed to have great dissatisfaction with these agents who came unpretentiously.
"What's wrong? What else can those guys find on the mountain that they shouldn't see?"
Bulkessor responded to the ancestor with a boring tone.
"The main thing is that their exploration methods have begun to go a little too far."
Hearing this sentence, Bulcaiso devoted his mind to the holy mountain of Harrogas, and with the help of The ancestors looked at the team of agents.
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"Captain! There is nothing on this damn mountain. We have been here for several days and there is no way to even climb to the top of the mountain!"
A man wearing thick clothes The clothing agent said to Rumlow, who was walking at the front, and kicked away a stone buried in the snow.
This was the first time he had kicked this rock away. Ever since they climbed this weird mountain, it seemed like they were going in circles every day.
But I can't find the trace of where I have been.
Even though it left a mark on the original place, after turning around, it seemed that it was back to the original place, but the mark left disappeared.
After these guys arrived at the Holy Mountain of Harrogas, they moved towards the top of the mountain every day, but they could not get even one step closer to the top of the mountain.
Even with high-tech positioning devices, they can only see that their position remains in place.
If it weren't for the physical exhaustion, they would all begin to wonder if they had fallen into a dream.
“Are you trying to say whether it’s time for us to go back?”
Rumlow looked at the partner who asked the question with anger in his eyes.
If you want to say who is under the most pressure these days, then who else can it be besides Rumlow who leads the team?
From the day they arrived, this mountain gave these experienced agents a strong sense of frustration. They were moving towards the goal, but everything told them that their efforts were in vain. It feels really bad.
Even though these guys have seen countless supernatural events, things like this are still unheard of.
"Are we going back in despair? We haven't seen any danger these days. Do you mean to go back like this!?"
Brock Rumlow, known as Crossbones, is one of the best front-line combatants in SHIELD. Although he is not the kind of reckless guy, his patience is also being worn away in this endless white snow. It's all clean.
"Captain, what I mean is, do you want to seek support from the headquarters?"
The team member who was made nervous by Rumlow's roar said timidly.
You must know that Rumlow has always had a bad temper, and this poor member did not want to attract a lot of abuse.
Every ground in the Holy Mountain of Harogath has been stained with the flesh and blood of demons. Those who are not honest enough will only be turned away when they come here.
After all, how can a guy who can't even face himself be called brave?
(End of this chapter)