Chapter 73 Leisure on the Holy Mountain of Harrogas
“Ha, Matthew, I really enjoyed myself today!”
Luke Cage wore a hemp rope-like belt around his waist Belt, shouting 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 war blade 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.
Also, he got a belt that looked like rags from those spiders, which made him feel much more flexible.
“It seems that you are getting along well with Madoc now.”
Matthew learned Madoc’s name from Reco, and also learned that Madoc, the ancestor, was still in trouble even after the whole incident. He is considered the most powerful among the barbarians on this holy mountain, but he is not jealous at all.
This blind warrior has an unshakable will, and his nobility further made Reko 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 Madoc at all.
“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 that he would teach me when I can learn to wield weapons."
Luke Cage pressed his face against the stone bed and gave a muffled response.
After arriving at the Holy Mountain of Harrogas, 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 that belongs to the barbarians.
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 physical strength that is considered extraordinary 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 suddenly raised his head, 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 desire to devote themselves to it. The idea of going in.
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?
Maybe barbarians can, but they are not barbarians yet.
The skill of Berserker's Fury 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 have been here for more than half a month, and we still don’t know what’s going on with the Hand?”
Luke thought feebly. Although he was out of touch with modern civilization, he Didn't 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 Harrogath.
"Maybe they are still tracking down our news."
Matthew lay on the bed, feeling the hard touch on his back, and said in a whisper-like tone.
At this time, the Hand had basically given up on tracing 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 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 is not only 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 friend occasionally disappeared for a few days, he 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 thought of giving up their law firm.
As for Luke, this guy disappears for a while from time to time, so no one pays attention to him.
Unknown to Matthew and Luke, in the square in front of the Temple of the Elders, Madoc was staying alone there.
He originally had high expectations for Luke, but now he has realized the fact that this guy is basically unlikely to be his successor.
Barbarians are just that in name. Although they exist as tribes, they are not a race without history or past.
If there are any inherently noble bloodlines in the world of Diablo, then the barbarians who are Nephalems can definitely be among them.
They just chose this way to exist and this way of life.
But they have civilization and glory.
Madoc, the prophet, began to worry about the continuation of his race.
"Why can't Bulkesso be like Volusk? What hope can there be in facing the hammer, the fire and the strong drink every day?"
"You have a wife and a son, but what about them? Even the soul Those who failed to appear on the holy mountain of Harrogas either died without honor, or lingered in some corner and gave up the glory of the barbarians!”
Worusk’s figure appeared in Madok! This was also the first time he took the initiative to talk to Madoc, which was a novel thing for Madoc. But he would rather not have experienced this kind of conversation that hit the point of pain.
“After you die, the barbarians will be gone? Barbarians only need to fight. As long as the barbarians’ fight is just and the goal is consistent, does it matter whether it continues or not?< br>
Besides, there is a Bulcaisuo in that world, and the barbarians don’t need to think so much!”
Warusk took off his helmet and lay on the stone bricks outside the Elders' Temple.
A face that revealed a laziness, and a head of lion-like blond hair scattered on the blue-gray stone bricks, looking particularly dazzling.
(End of this chapter)