The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

"Is anyone there?"

The thin man who had just climbed the Holy Mountain walked directly into the gate of the Holy Mountain with a brazier in his arms and shouted loudly.

After spending more than ten years visiting those legendary fighting masters, he has never been as calm as he is now.

"Newcomer? Come with me."

Qualkek is right at the gate of the Holy Mountain, and the old general always likes to hang around the gate.

"Who are you?"

The thin man suddenly saw the existence of a ghost and was frightened.

On weekdays, he could hear more or less news about people with super powers, but the existence of ghosts was still beyond his knowledge.

"Quar'Kek, General of the Barbarians."

Qualkek has always been a man of few words, but his voice is louder than others when he takes action.

"barbarian?"

The man murmured quietly and followed Qualkek.

On the other side, the conversation between Rumlow and Steve has basically been completed. Although he did not get a positive answer from Rumlow, the current progress is pretty good.

"Rumlow, you'd better tell Tarik about your plans. That guy will definitely be able to give you some useful advice."

Madoc said angrily, compared to Matthew and Rumlow, there is still some gap between his heirs.

Not to mention that Matthew has received guidance from Leiko, after all, the ancestor who leads the way cannot determine the upper limit of a barbarian.

But Matthew's physical changes were really noticed by them, and Rumlow's physique also caught up.

Luke's talent has become less conspicuous as he continues to grow stronger.

"I will, Ancestor Mardoc."

Rumlow responded to Madoc in a more respectful manner. He was very humble about the guidance of these barbarian ancestors.

"Qualkek has brought a new man, come and see! He is also holding a brazier in his hand!"

Vida's playful laughter reached the room, and then Korik walked out with a stinky face.

At that time, he also ran to the gate with a brazier in his arms. He wanted to give a good explanation to Vader's "silly" description.

Before Korik could reach him, he heard the loud voices of a group of ancestors.

"This guy doesn't look like a weakling. Why is he so haggard?"

"Whatever, I think I've seen that brazier somewhere?"

"Isn't that the one that Kolik just brought out? That guy Kolik always seems to like to do this kind of thing to express goodwill."

The man who was surrounded by a group of ancestors was a bit confused at this time, and these ghosts were surrounding him and commenting on him as if they were watching a monkey.

He raised his head and glanced at the projection above his head, feeling a little concerned.

"Do you want to fight with me?"

Korik roared loudly. Although he has never been a petty person who loves to hold grudges, this does not prevent him from taking revenge on the spot.

"Kelik, how do you know there will be someone coming at the door? I thought I would see you go to get this brazier soon."

Orlongus grinned, and then saw Korik flying in front of him with a jump slash.

"Pooh!"

"grass!"

Orlongus and Korik started fighting on the spot.

The two men waved their fists in a seemingly rough manner, and a muffled sound was heard.

Then came the hooting sounds of the idle ancestors.

"Kelik, your fists and kicks are almost catching up with Cassius!"

"Kotur, you're talking nonsense! Korik is still a hundred times away from me!"

Cassius is a warrior from the Tagus tribe. Compared with other tribes, the barbarians of the Tagus tribe admire the mysterious power of "purification of pain".

And Cassius is the leader of this tribe. He can improve the power of ignoring pain to a level that is difficult for others to achieve, which makes him the most skilled warrior among the barbarian ancestors.

That's right, this idiot waved his fists and beat up the powerful demon, the Choker.

By the way, he also blew up his arms.

Then he died because he was too seriously injured and did not use the medicine in time.

After him, barbarians would always hear the teachings of their ancestors, requiring every barbarian to use the "Ignore Pain" skill carefully. Without knowing the pain, they would not be able to identify their own injuries.

Cassius's somewhat funny death methods cannot diminish his strength. In a contest of skills alone, even Warusk, who likes to punch, admits that he cannot beat Cassius.

Cassius shouted as he joined the battle between Korik and Orlongus.

A pair of iron fists and agile steps neatly knocked Olongus, who was already at a disadvantage, to the ground, and then began to suppress Kolik.

"MD, Cassius, you have the ability to compete with me to see who can hit the other person's head with a stone from fifty meters away!"

Olongus rubbed his eyes, cursed, got up and quit the battle.

When an ancestor who is better at long-range attacks meets a guy who is famous for melee combat, it is common for him to be beaten violently.

"Kotur, you bastard! Why don't you go up and help!"

Olongus directly dragged the culprit into the water.

If it hadn't been for Kotur's praise, how could he have been beaten in front of the newcomers.

"I said, I don't know where this place is yet."

The thin man looked at Cassius's violent and fast fists, and his attention was immediately transferred here, with some excitement in his eyes.

Tocasius did not use his full strength and his eyesight trained for many years, he was able to catch some shadows of Cassius's fist.

He was constantly learning fighting techniques and was fascinated by Cassius's superb boxing skills.

"This is Harrogath, the holy mountain of the barbarians."

Kotur smoothed his long braided beard and said as if roaring.

Then he pushed aside Qualkek who was blocking him, and the strong body, which was half a head shorter than Bulcasso, walked towards the battlefield.

Kotur, the leader of the Great Bear Tribe after Orac was killed in battle.

He is not a tall person among the barbarians, but his neck, which is completely covered by the muscles on his shoulders, shows how strong he is.

The tall muscles on his shoulders were directly connected to the back of his head, and his thick waist made him look like a pillar that beat the devil.

Coupled with the limbs that are thicker than Orak, the strength of his body is clearly visible.

As a guy who can use the Agren Troll as a barbell to build his muscles in wrestling, he is not afraid of Cassius's invisible fist.

After all, he was too strong. Even if Cassius hit his chin with all his strength, he could not shake that head that was as stable as the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

As long as he is caught by Kotur, he will only be beaten to the ground.

When this guy is beating people, he will also trample the ground to make the ground stronger.

The earth is his weapon. The harder the earth, the stronger he is.

Then he put his arms around Cassius's neck and separated the two men.

"You bastard!"

Finally gaining some breathing space, Korik spat out a mouthful of blood, and then drew out the Bastin's Power.

With a roar, he rushed towards Cassius.

Indeed, the only two people who could defeat Cassius on the Holy Mountain with bare hands were Bulcasso and Volusk who crushed him with strength.

But in a fight, Cassius can only be considered a first-rate player, he can't beat Korik.

"Okay, it's my fault!"

Kotur threw Cassius in his arms behind him, then flexed his muscles and rushed towards Korik.

He took over all the contradictions without any surprise, as Kotur always does, using his body to bear all mistakes.

Korik withdrew his strength in a hurry, but Koutur directly used his strong muscles to jam the giant ax in Korik's waist into his waist, and then held down the bruised and swollen Korik.

He hurt himself intentionally this time. Korik was not the kind of guy who couldn't hold back his hand after wielding a weapon. This was Koutul's way of apologizing.

"You always do stupid stupid things like this!"

Korik put away his weapon and looked at Kotur in front of him.

This guy was so upright that he had no brains, so he was dragged into wrestling with the choker under the guise of a competition of strength. In terms of strength, he won, and was poisoned to death by the choker's poison.

By the way, Cassius defeated the choker just to avenge him.

"I said, why did you lead me here?"

The man who had been ignored for a long time spoke calmly.

"We didn't lead you here, you were called by the Holy Mountain."

Qualkirk walked squarely into the middle.

"Okay, guys. Who wants to train this kid?"

On the Holy Mountain, Qualkek is still very prestigious. Although no matter who speaks this sentence, it will have the same effect, but only Qualkek will get a relatively quiet speaking environment.

"He doesn't look like a guy throwing weapons to crush demons."

Olongus was still rubbing his black eyes.

"I would like to teach him boxing and kicking. His body looks like he has gone through a lot of fighting training. So..."

Cassius, who had just gotten up from the ground, said something normal, but was stopped by Kotur's eyes.

"He came here with the good intentions of Korik."

Kotur glanced at the brazier on the ground, and then looked at Korik.

Qualkirk nodded, then turned and left the scene.

Not far away, Steve and Rumlow had just arrived at this place.

Then Olongus glanced at the few people who came over, and his eyes focused on Hawkeye.

Hawkeye Barton's equipment shows that he is a guy who is good at medium and long-distance combat. Although Orlongus is not very interested in longbows, he also wants to obtain an heir.

Cassius and Orlongus looked at each other, and then walked directly towards Natasha.

"My heir can also knock over your heir. I can smash your pebbles with at most five punches!"

Cassius was still thinking about what Olongus had said before about throwing stones fifty meters away. Cassius, who was aggressive by nature, never gave up.

Even now he always challenges Bulkesso.

After all, skills will not become weaker because he loses his body, but will only become stronger as they accumulate.

"Then in one month?"

Olongus said this with ridicule. He didn't think that what he threw would be easily stopped.

After all, the barbarian's throwing is all about strength and weight!

In terms of strength alone, he is 20% stronger than Cassius. If he wasn't really good at melee combat compared to other ancestors, he wouldn't always be beaten violently.

Olongus calculated that within a month, he would not allow a melee player to have the power to break through the defense line, and Cassius would definitely agree to it.

Aggression is Cassius's greatest weakness.

"It's a bet! The loser goes to Bulkai and asks for his collection, at least five bottles!"

These two guys didn't consider whether they would be rejected at all, but if the opportunity to become stronger was placed in front of Hawkeye and Natasha, these two agents would not refuse.

Although these two people are not extremely kind, they are still acceptable.

More barbarians are needed now so that they can fight better when Malthael appears.

After all, that angel also has an army of Soul Reavers under his command.

"Boy, what's your name?"

Kolik stood in front of the haggard man, rubbing the bruises on his face.

"Bruce Wayne."

Bruce's eyes looked at Cassius's back from time to time, and he still couldn't forget the superb boxing skills.

"Cassius' iron fist is indeed superb, but I am stronger!"

Kolik said everything and did not hide anything.

Kolik, who never hides anything or brags for the sake of face, is the most honest person on the Holy Mountain. He won't even show off.

Sticking to the bottom line is what barbarians must do.

Korik has the highest bottom line among barbarians and has never violated it.

"As my heir, I will show you the way to become stronger."

Korik looked at Bruce in front of him, his eyes were sincere and frank, but his blossoming face was a little funny.

"Can I think about it?"

Bruce is very tempted, but he is more cautious by nature and will not make rash decisions.

Even though he yearns for power, the power that can change everything.

But he had to get to know this place and these people in advance.

He believes that only by making preparations can we better achieve our goals.

"certainly."

Korik looked deeply at Bruce Wayne.

"I'll arrange a place for you. There are a few new recruits who are training over there."

Kolik turned around to lead the way, and Bruce looked up at the projection above his head.

Behind the trembling girl above, a gap appeared in the metal door, and a faint yellow light passed through.

And that noisy roar.

"what is she doing?"

Bruce clenched his fists and asked a little impatiently.

It was obvious that the girl was in danger.

"She is seeking a chance for redemption. Only by surviving can she be qualified to use actions to wash away the blood on her hands."

Kirk turned his head and glanced along Bruce's line of sight: "It's just that the stain on her heart cannot be washed away. She will have to spend the rest of her life in reflection."

Bruce probably understood some of the situation, and what Kolik said already said a lot.

He took a deep look at Jessica's fearful face in the projection, then took two quick steps and followed Kolik.

"Do I also have to undergo this trial to gain strength?"

"After you have gone through basic training."

The two people walked towards the row of dormitories.

Rumlow's dormitory is not full yet, so if more people come in, it will make them more lively.

Next, the "Three Idiots" returned to the same starting line. After they all have heirs, the competition between them will shift to the competition between heirs.

Korik felt that the person he chose was the guide of the Holy Mountain, and he would not lose.