Dark Savages Come To the United States - Chapter 936 fighting according to barbarian customs

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On the holy mountain of Harrogath, the celebration is finally about to begin.

This time, standing in the middle of the field was still Bulkesso and the first ancestor.

The two Bourkesso stood here, looking at each other with some anger in their eyes.

"You cut off Gruchak's arm, and this matter can be settled with you at this time.

My previous attitude towards you seems to have misunderstood you, this is the holy mountain of barbarians.

You're also the ancestor of the barbarians, but there's no way you're going to get any special treatment here!

Even my current immortal king will not have any special treatment, and you will naturally be the same.

So get ready to lose face in front of the Archangel and the Demon King of Hell! "

Bulkesso squinted at the first ancestor in front of him.

Saying these words at such a time is just to prevent the scene from being too ugly for a while.

The injury caused by Ythril's "help" has basically completely healed.

It's just that the blood scabs haven't disappeared.

Barbarians seldom care about blood on their bodies, whether it's their own blood or that of an enemy.

The thing was with them for a long time, maybe even longer than the weapon in their hand.

Because the weapon they are using now will never be the only one in their lives.

But things like battles and bloodstains were around from the moment they could wield their weapons.

"I know it's not your respect that I want.

I don't even care about your life or death.

The person I care about is already dead, and I can't even try to find her soul.

It's somewhat wishful thinking that you expect me to help and protect.

Come and fight, although the savages have their own customs, they have nothing to do with me.

But since I am also one of the barbarians, I shall do as custom requires.

It's just martial arts, and the means are used within the controllable range.

I like this custom. "

The double knives in the hands of the ancestors of the first generation passed a cold light in the air along the rotation of the wrist.

Bourkessel's double knives themselves belonged to him.

Using one's own weapons would not be any jerky for the First Ancestor.

Most barbarians are weapon masters, but they prefer heavy weapons.

"Baal, as long as Ithril isn't dead.

But that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want on the holy mountain of Harrogath.

I will keep an eye on you.

Of course, the people staring at you and the Prius.

If he wants to save his brother, I'm still willing to give my friend a little convenience. "

Bourkesso did not forget to threaten this fellow Baal.

Although he always showed no desire or desire, no one would forget the fact that he was the Devil God of Destruction.

Diablo was a bigger threat, but that didn't mean Baal wasn't a threat.

It's normal for this guy to have any calculations in his heart, but this guy hasn't made any moves yet.

Burkeseau had to keep an eye on him to avoid any trouble.

"Noisy barbarian, I have no plans.

At least on your turf I have no plans.

But you better not give me a chance. "

Barr said angrily.

This kind of tone is not surprising, if his voice becomes gentle.

More than half of the ancestor spirits present would doubt whether they were affected by any ability.

Barr was never a gentle guy.

Most of his disregard is just a part of indifference.

"Let's start then?

I remember that a barbarian celebration had been announced before.

This time it was just the first performance after the start of the celebration.

We're all busy doing our own thing. "

Hailab shook his head and said to himself.

Those who want to watch the two Bulkesos fight will naturally stay here, and those who are not interested in this can naturally arrange their time according to their own wishes.

Whether it's living around for barbecue and drinking, or just finding a place to sleep with your head covered.

As long as Ytherel and Baal are still here, that's enough.

These two guys probably wouldn't have any interest in food and drinks either.

"Bal, do you want a drink?"

Iseriel dragged her body like a puddle of mud and raised her head with difficulty.

His performance still carried the pride of an archangel.

It's just that what he said was a little weird.

"Don't look at us like this, Archangel generally doesn't drink.

At least I didn't drink when I was an Archangel of Courage.

But the Demon King of Hell enjoys life very much.

Don't say you forgot Belie, who pretended to be the king.

That guy can be said to be a very representative **** demon king.

Indulgence of one's own desires is the most common thing for demons. "

Because Prius couldn't stand the mushroom-eyed eyes of the ancestors around him, he explained.

After all, for the past countless years, the archangels in Nephalem's eyes are boring types who don't enjoy themselves.

Ytherael suddenly invited Baal to drink, which was so bizarre in Nephalem's eyes.

"No mouth, no interest.

I just want to know what happened to Bourkesso in inviting us here.

If he wants this destruction on me, his method should be direct plunder.

Barbarians are never polite when dealing with demons! "

There was a rare emotional fluctuation in Baal's voice.

Everyone present knew it was curiosity.

Obviously Baal is still a long way from complete and destruction assimilation.

At least his current state can only be said to be extraordinarily indifferent, not that he has completely lost himself.

"Then you stay.

I'm going to talk to Calju.

The three ancestors have not returned yet, so Calju has to do things like guarding the door.

It has to be said that the emergence of the existence of the three ancestors is a very strange thing.

I can't understand the mentality of the first ancestor who summoned the three of them.

Look at that bastard, now he says he has no feelings for savages.

At first I really thought the Three Patriarchs were summoned by him to keep us alive.

Looking at it now, although I still don't know what he is thinking.

But for sure this guy has absolutely no good farts in his stomach! "

Hilabor pried open a floor tile and took the box full of wine under the floor tile.

Take away all the wine, but also to prevent your own treasures from being enjoyed by others.

Calju is a savage who fits the vision of Hilabor.

Strong yet gentle.

For ordinary savages, they don't like the description of gentleness very much.

Although almost every barbarian hero has this feeling.

But most of them don't show their appreciation for tender emotions.

Only Calju is different.

Maybe it's because you can't treat your own people gently when you're alive.

So after he died, he always showed his tenderness without hesitation.

"let us start."

The First Ancestor used the tip of his knife to pick at Bourkesso.

He didn't really like the atmosphere at this time.

Fighting directly is what suits his heart.

As for how miserable he will be cleaned up, he doesn't care much.

No one knew what the oldest savage was thinking.

And no one wants to find out if this guy has no feelings for the descendants as he himself said.

None of this matters.

The living will not go to the bottom of things about the dead.

Such an approach is a waste of time, and it is easy to make people uncomfortable.

Surviving in Sanctuary is hard enough.

So not many people spend time exploring the past and documenting it.

Humans don't learn from past mistakes anyway,

Simply let it go.

Over the years, much of the history of the Nephalem has become a legend.

Only someone like Deckard Kane would organize it into words.

Before Deckard Kane, Kanai did a lot of similar things.

It's a pity that Kanai's approach has not received much recognition within the barbarians.

They think more that Kanai will go further if his concentration becomes stronger.

"what!"

Bulkesso let out a battle cry directly.

Then the gravel hammer in his hand turned directly into the hammer of the ancestors.

This time it wasn't a face-to-face exchange battle.

It was Bourke who wanted justice for Gluchak, whose arm was cut off!

Show mercy?

There is absolutely no need for such a thing in this battle!

When the heavy hammer fell, it was held by the first-generation ancestors with double knives.

It's just that the first ancestor's knees were completely sunk into the ground.

In the pure collision of forces, Bourkesso had the upper hand without a doubt.

"I almost forgot, you're a barbarian from the Buck tribe.

If you have to say it, the Buck tribe should be the first tribe of the barbarians, right?

That's when my first child was born, and the Vasily guy turned into a stag just in time to name him.

The stag tribe is the descendant who has inherited the most blood from me, right? "

When the first ancestor spoke, he threw Bulkesso's hammer to his side with some effort.

The heavy hammer fell on the ground, causing the forehead and the gravel to hit him directly, scratching several wounds on his skin.

"It's really good, this power is at least much stronger than the Imperius.

Even the spreading force can hurt me.

You should just prepare yourself mentally.

Skill and strength always go hand in hand and how long my life is.

That's how powerful my skills are.

In other words, fighting in barbarian tradition, you may not be able to defeat me.

As for getting justice for your clan, do you really have the ability to do it? "

The first generation ancestor said without changing his face.

The two knives in his hand were held in one forward and one reverse.

The two heavy weapons were intertwined, like the teeth of an unknown beast.

"nonsense!"

Bulkasso waited until after the first ancestor had finished speaking, the heavy hammer in his hand swept across.

In terms of the strength of the weapon, although Vorusk's Stone Crusher Hammer is not completely comparable to the Double Knives of the First Ancestor.

But the difference between the two is not that big.

Moreover, things like blunt weapons are of course cheaper than swords in collisions.

A barbarian warrior's favorite weapon will always be the heaviest weapon when faced with a tech-savvy opponent.

When the huge hammer is swung over, the huge hammer head is even better than a shield.

In the face of this somewhat overly simple attack, it is difficult for the opponent to have room for many sophisticated techniques.

Heavy hammer, anyway, it's just a few back and forth.

Smash vertically, sweep across, smash diagonally, and collide...

Anyway, that's enough.

Facing such an attack, the first-generation ancestor did not intend to continue to take it hard.

He made a crab-like motion, his knives intertwined like a pair of pincers.

The body is directly provoked, and the jump is higher than the height of the hammer sweep.

Then attack.

In terms of strength, he has already tried, and his own strength is not as strong as that of Bulkesuo.

Then we have to use some technical flow means to solve the problem.

It's just that Bourkesso isn't simply wielding a hammer.

That's all there is to the hammer, but there's always something else you can do while swinging the hammer.

For example, look for opportunities to give the opponent a kick.

The first ancestor had just leaped beyond the attack range of the hammer when he saw a huge iron boot kicking directly at the bridge of the nose.

This action is not too difficult, but it is just a roundabout kick with the help of the inertia of the hammer.

With a little training, as long as a qualified fighter can do it.

But in terms of strength, it is completely different from Bourkeseau's kick.

On this foot, there is the power of an earthquake!

"boom!"

The ancestors of the first generation flew out directly.

After a flash of brilliance on the holy mountain, the power of Bourkesso's foot also disappeared.

Volusk in the holy mountain is still paying attention to things here.

Although this is a customary battle and cannot be sidelined like before,

But it's still okay to protect the holy mountain from Bulkesso's power.

Anyway, the ancestors of the first generation have been hit, so it is enough not to let the power spread.

The body of the first-generation ancestor who flew upside down in mid-air trembled like a fish out of water.

The power of an earthquake was still at work in his body.

This feeling is absolutely unpleasant, and it is probably one-tenth as bad as the previous collision of authority in Bulkessel's body.

"very nice."

The first generation of ancestors squeezed out such a sentence a bit bluntly.

The two knives in his hand stabbed heavily towards the ground behind him.

The light on the holy mountain flashed again.

The first-generation ancestor's double knives were not inserted into the ground to prevent him from continuing to fly upside down... and even a strength was added.

This time, it's not that Volusk deliberately sidetracked,

But if it fell on the holy mountain this time, the damage would not be small.

Although it won't be too serious, Vorusk is simply unwilling to let the Holy Mountain be hurt.

The idea is very simple and pure.

Well, he's still a little bit biased.

After all, the first-generation ancestor cut off Gruchak's arm, and if Volusk was to deal with it, it would also be the result of a fight.

The First Ancestors can be arrogant or even dismissive in the face of other barbarians.

But that's his business.

Whether it's Vorusk or Bulkesso, they take the protection of the barbarians as their responsibility.

In order to seek justice for the tribe, they do it without the slightest psychological pressure.

"So the tradition of the savages is to take sides.

Or a gang fight? "

Isreal sneered on the ground.

After he said these words, he glanced at Barr and Impurius...

Then I saw that both Barr and Impris nodded~www.novelbuddy.com~ Of course, when one-on-one couldn't take advantage.

Then why can't they fight?

The battle between Nephalem and the Burning Hell is a battle for survival.

Not for some ridiculous honor.

Not just barbarians, but other Nephalems as well.

If it weren't for that original barbarian no buddies would be here.

I'm afraid that the way of fighting will not be one-on-one.

Nephalem is better at cooperative fighting than demons and angels. "

Prius said with approval.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with this kind of thing.

A hero alone is powerful, but such a hero can do more with a partner.

Humans are not the kind of beings that can survive on their own.

Iseriel was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and started to recover from his injury.

His injury was not good.

The blow that Bourkesso vented before almost shook the balance of the Archangel's personality.

Then he was given a few more strokes by Barr.

At this time, if he wants to recover from the injury, it will take some time.

"Angels hate Nephalem, and demons hate Nephalem.

So, does Nephalem have to be damned? "

Barr murmured very quietly.

It's just that no one cared what he said.

How could Nephalem be damned?

Nephalem survived so hard, but there was no **** reason.

Demons and angels simply don't like being blocked by Nephalem.

The root of everything is actually not at all complicated.

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