Dark Savages Come To the United States

Text Chapter 394 Fear Cast Iron - Klick's Prize

Sonya finally made Luke stand on the training ground with some unease.

Out of a well-intentioned invitation, Sonya seriously guaranteed that she would not miss out, and even swore in the name of Bulkesso.

But only she herself knew whether the "Bourkesso" she was talking about was the first ancestor who took her as a sacrifice, or another guy she was chasing hard.

Luke thinks that shirk is not a good option, and that escaping will only be temporarily comfortable.

Difficulties are only possible to solve.

Not even Maddock said anything about it.

The oath is solemn, and the person who witnesses this oath is the oath-keeper Anda Kurgas.

That's enough.

The oathkeeper will make the one who breaks his oath pay, no matter who it is.

The hands of the two are not high-quality weapons, just two recruits' handaxes that are taken out.

It seems that the teaching war does not need to be taken too seriously. By the way, Sonya also gave Luke the shield as an option.

Sonya was training someone for the first time, so she was well prepared.

If it weren't for the sudden start of the training, she would have also considered Aunt Mara as her medical insurance.

Maddock is now seriously standing not far away to observe, holding his sadness in his hands, ready to charge at any time.

A pair of eyes was watching Sonya, trying to find some evidence that would reassure him.

Sonya, who has just recovered from her injuries, is relatively dangerous, but in this completely unequal teaching battle, probably there will be no omissions until Luke exceeds Sonya's expectations.

As long as Sonya is not under pressure, this coaching training is still guaranteed.

It's just that Maddock is still a little worried.

Luke is not a genius, but in the category of talents, he is a top group.

Even Maddock recognized Luke's performance in his heart, and it was not easy to be a good fighter.

Now Maddock was afraid that Luke would be too good for Sonya to get addicted to the fight, and it would lead to something like that.

Cassius pursed his lips and stood a little further away, looking a little nervous too.

Sonya's strength is not comparable to that of a dead ancestor, and there seems to be no good way for the referee to stop the battle from continuing.

Such a scene made Cassius have to take it seriously, and he put the bear cub in his hand back to the ground.

After all, barbarians will not teleport such a mage skill. Interrupting the battle requires more precise timing and judgment.

Even though Sonya deserves high praise, it is better to be cautious about new attempts.

Not far away, Natasha and Barton observed with interest.

There was no pressure on the two of them.

Sonya is still a mystery to them, and more observations are needed to make an assessment.

And the path of training to become stronger is also very good, if they can, they are also willing to learn more about Sonya through a mentoring battle.

As for Matthew and Wayne.

Mathew was receiving some perfunctory instructions from Lecco, while Wayne and Korrick were squatting at the gate of the Holy Mountain bored and playing toasting bread.

Leiko's teachings couldn't show Matthew anything, after all, her advanced combat skills were not easily discernible.

Matthew couldn't see it, so he was a little disadvantaged when he was studying.

Rako is not a very good teacher, even though her experience can help Matthew very well.

It's just that the overly succinct explanation is a test of Matthew's ability to comprehend, and Raiko's patience is quite ordinary.

At this time, before the gate of the Holy Mountain, Kelick and Wayne were chatting.

To say it was small talk was more of a veiled exhortation.

"Boy, your heart is full of fear. To be honest, I think if you are Diablo's subordinate, you are almost qualified to fight with me during this time."

Korrick moved casually on the fire with the French eyebrow stick, and said casually in his mouth.

Life may need a little ritual, but Klick just wants a little fun right now.

By the way, he also needs to make his heirs a better warrior instead of a gloomy heart.

The joke wasn't very funny, Klick himself thought.

But it's just "chat". As for whether this small talk will go further, it depends on Wayne's answer.

"Being a demon will not bring peace, and giving the wicked a sense of fear is just my means."

Wayne took Kaorem's bread and took a bite, making a rattling noise.

It's not very delicious, that is, Wayne can endure hardships as a young master, and he doesn't need a lot of delicious food.

Wayne wasn't very interested in becoming a demon in exchange for greater power.

He is most worthy of praise for his almost indestructible bottom line and will.

Wayne always felt that he and the city appeared in this world a bit inconsistent, but he couldn't find the reason.

So the inner anxiety is growing little by little.

Negative emotions always surface, this is his daily life, but it has become difficult to restore calm recently.

He needs a channel to vent his emotions, but he doesn't know how to find it. After all, "Batman" can only be a secret, even if the secret may be well known.

But until Wayne fully reveals his identity, this tacit secret will continue to exist.

There are many unspoken tacit understandings in that city.

"Diablo said the same thing at the time, and I'm very worried."

Korrick turned his head and glanced at Wayne, a hand on his waist, as if planning to do something.

His demeanor was a little serious, but his movements were hesitant, as if he hadn't made up his mind.

Kelik would not wear a belt normally, after all, he has the second strongest waist on the holy mountain.

The heavy belt that the barbarian is used to often affects how he wields his weapon.

Wanting to support the kind of frenzied stacking that he's good at with almost no ceiling, Korlick has made sacrifices in armor while having a strong body.

This time, he was wearing a belt, even though the belt looked a little rough.

Barbarian equipment is always rough, but there are not many rough descriptions, and this belt is one of them.

This was pieced together from the broken armor excavated from the deep pit of Arreat, and even after a few very random forgings, it barely had the shape of a belt.

It's like a patchwork piece, but it's also a legendary piece of gear!

Fear cast iron!

Ground Stomp triggers a landslide as its legendary effect. There is no need to introduce things like increasing resistance.

This piece of legendary equipment has the fear of the barbarians when the holy mountain explodes, so it is a kind of torture to Kelik.

The legend was kept by Korlick because it was him that the warriors who died in fear wanted most.

Klick, who would not give up his life, was a saviour for young warriors for a long time.

Full of hope and trust, Kelic's actions are enough to make him taller than he looks.

Even in the face of despair and fear, they still had the extravagant hope of being rescued by Korrick.

It's just that Korrick had already died before them, and this extravagant hope was still in vain.

Not reconciled, but no hatred either. Just full of regrets.

Kelic did not fail others, but when dealing with his own people, he always retreated again and again, and he was always trustworthy and dependable until the most critical time when he couldn't even care about his own comfort.

"I'm also very worried, but I think you have a way to control me, right? At least I won't be the guy you can't solve for a long time."

Wayne had some candor on his face.

He never felt that he was powerful and unmatched, but he also determined that once he did evil, he would definitely be the most dangerous existence.

Such an idea may seem arrogant, but it is also Wayne's accurate judgment of himself.

Because there are not many people in this world who can understand him, and he is the best one.

So he is also doing some things now, such as constantly improving the battle plan for himself, maybe when will he be able to use it?

Although he hopes that will never come in handy one day.

As for who to entrust this plan to, Wayne hasn't decided yet.

This kind of thing requires serious and careful consideration.

"I'd rather you weren't so smart, or I should have asked Talek to show you the shameful proof..."

Korrick said weakly.

He could feel some of Wayne's emotions, especially when Wayne asked Burkeseau about his weaknesses, he knew that this kid would be awkward and distressing.

Proof of Shame is definitely a good idea, but it's not suitable for Wayne.

This guy hasn't done anything wrong yet, and it's still unknown what kind of memory the proof of shame will make him engrave in his heart.

If it was a painful past, it would push Wayne down a more dangerous path.

Korlick doesn't like games of chance, his motto is just do it.

"Even if you could understand me, you wouldn't feel the same way."

Wayne smiled and took another bite of the bread.

It was a little too dry, but Wayne ate it without changing his face.

"We always do superfluous things, but superfluous is not necessarily a mistake. But I hope you can see it early, otherwise you will suffer a loss sooner or later."

Korrick let out a long breath and put his hand on the belt.

Carrying the weight of the fear of his compatriots before they died, Korlick was tormented every moment.

The matter of dying in battle can't simply be blamed on Maddock for leaving the formation first. At that time, someone has to do something.

How long can you just hold on to it?

During the Battle of Arreat, they had to face two **** demons.

There was also an archangel of justice who had no idea what was in his head.

In fact, when the World Stone exploded, most people were powerless to fight back.

Even the Archangel and the Demon God of Hell are still waiting honestly for the cooldown of resurrection.

"At least I won't be completely merciful now, and I won't feel ashamed for hurting those criminals."

Wayne said expressionlessly, the movements of his hands were a bit unnatural.

"You didn't plan to cut the grass and remove the roots. The so-called wounding you just didn't adapt to your sudden increase in strength."

Korrick told the truth with some sigh.

A guy who tried to stop evil with fear and awe, that made himself the embodiment of the law.

If Wayne didn't have more recognition for the power of fear, he might be the most suitable existence to take over justice.

This guy isn't even going to do a trial.

Korlick knew something about his heir, and Wayne wasn't vulnerable.

Just being naive makes people want to laugh.

He thinks the power of time is too great, simply thinking that being punished by the law will make those villains reflect.

Although he wants to bring peace through order and establish the majesty of the law.

But not even a heinous person was killed.

Honestly, holding a weapon in the head of a villain is stronger than a legal threat.

At least death is the most visible threat.

"Our philosophies are still different. I'm not just trying to get rid of evil. Human beings need some yearning and belief in good hope."

Wayne muttered.

But head down.

Right and wrong sometimes don't seem to be that important. What matters is whether you can stick to the original idea at a critical time.

"You may be able to chat with Auriel, but you are you."

Korrick finally made up his mind and untied the heavy belt from his waist.

The power of the original legend can't be used even by Wayne now, but it will change the wielder's body a little bit like Olak's God of War's Blade.

Noble dreamers need strength to **** them, otherwise they will easily fall on the road to realize their dreams.

"Take it, it's called Dread Iron! A legend that proves I'm not omnipotent."

Korlick threw the French eyebrow stick aside, looked at Wayne and said ~www.NovelMTL.com~ This is my reward to you, as the last reward you saw in that war. "

Korrick's eyes were a little deep.

It was also a constricting spell. If Wayne fell into darkness and was corrupted by Diablo, the obsessions that resided on this heavy belt would end him.

"You'd better take off this belt before you want to degenerate into a demon, otherwise the moment you become a demon is your death."

Korlick told Wayne a function of the belt bluntly.

Wayne smiled, very charmingly: "It's exactly what I want, so I have more confidence."

Others have imposed restrictions on him, and the restrictions Wayne likes it!

After all, as a superhero, the patron saint of the city, he has no way to observe his mental state all the time.

And he has no way to see any psychiatrist, so he has to learn the corresponding knowledge by himself, just to be able to evaluate himself at any time.

...

"Hey! If you can surprise me, I'll take you to the secret realm once."

Sonya said generously, and glanced at Cassius by the way.

She still knows some of the traditions of the Big Bear Tribe. Now the only guy on the Holy Mountain who will test Luke is Cassius.

Although Sonya didn't think that entering a secret realm could make Luke change earth-shaking, it would be good to become stronger.

Provided that Luke can show something interesting.

For example, will and spirit, no matter how bad and kind-hearted a little white rabbit is, it can barely be regarded as a surprise.

Sonya had anticipation in her heart.

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