Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Ha, Matthew, I really enjoyed myself today!"

Luke Cage, with a belt like a hemp rope on his waist, shouted loudly to Matthew.

He passed the third level of Maddock's trial today. The endless spiders made him experience the feeling that he had to move if he didn't want to be submerged.

However, when he wielded the blade to imitate the barbarian whirlwind, the smashed spiders made him feel particularly enjoyable.

Although he seems to have sprained his waist because of imitating the whirlwind slash, he is now lying on the hard stone bed and laughing.

And he got a belt made of rags from those spiders, which made him feel a lot more flexible.

"It looks like you are getting along well with Maddock now."

Matthew learned the name of Maddock from Leko, and also knew that Maddock was the most powerful ancestor even among the barbarians on the entire holy mountain, but he did not have the slightest jealousy.

This blind warrior has an unshakable will, and his nobility is further recognized by Leko.

"Please don't mention him..."

Speaking of Maddock, Luke Cage was completely paralyzed on the stone bed.

During these days, he really felt that he was getting stronger a little bit, but every time he faced Maddock, it was like the day he just arrived.

From Maddock, he could not feel his own change at all.

"By the way, have you learned those combat skills?"

Matthew thought that during the day, Lecco had already started to teach him the skills of charging, and he couldn't help but wonder if Luke was also learning.

"Madok said, when I can learn to wield a weapon, I will be taught."

Luke Cage put his face on the stone bed and gave a dull response.

After coming to the holy mountain of Harrogath, Luke Cage began to immerse himself in the direct and hearty rhythm of life that belongs to the barbarians after he no longer had to look at the painful living environment of Hell's Kitchen.

Although, apart from Matthew, he has not seen any other living people on this mountain.

Matthew didn't feel much surprised by Luke's statement.

It's as if he didn't pay much attention to investigation after he got superhuman senses.

Possessing extraordinary physical strength among ordinary people, Luke doesn't seem like the kind of guy who is good at using weapons.

"So, you have already started to learn combat skills?"

Luke raised his head sharply, and then his sprained waist gave him a hard blow.

"It's 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 they also had the idea of ​​​​joining in.

But for now, it is still a long way off that they want 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 can't be generalized. After all, there are not many guys who haven't burned their brains when they were in a state of extreme anger.

Is it possible that someone who was in a state of extreme anger could transform into a Super Saiyan in addition to being angry for a whole day?

Maybe savages can, but they're not savages yet.

Berserker's Rage is a skill, but only those barbarians who can master Rage and convert it into power have the opportunity to master it.

Otherwise, anger can only make them activate their muscles and release some powerful skills.

The power of anger is from the inside out, and when it can be controlled inward, this energy can activate the bloodline that belongs to the Nephalem in their bodies.

Children of angels and demons are destined to be different.

"We've been here for more than half a month, and we don't know what's going on at the Hand Association?"

Luke thought feebly, although he was out of modern civilization, he was not bored.

After all, he's just a guy who wanders the streets and has to think about eating every day.

There is no fate for him to live a feasting life.

Matthew is also similar. During the day, he is busy helping the poor with legal issues, and at night he has to wear tights and go around the streets to fight crime.

His days were much easier on the holy mountain of Harrogath.

"Maybe they are still tracking our news."

Matthew was lying on the bed, feeling a hard touch on his back, and said in a whisper.

At this time, the Hand Association basically gave up tracking down their whereabouts.

After all, this is Matthew and Luke's first action against the Hand, and the Hand's hatred for them is not strong enough to a certain extent.

After half a month of investigation to no avail, the Hand Association slowly subsided.

Although Mrs. Gao was a little obsessed with the axe that could easily split her crutches, she could only think about it when she couldn't find the target.

But it's not just the hand-held ninjas who are looking for Matthew and Luke, but also their acquaintances.

Matthew's good friend, Fergie Nelson, is already a little anxious. Although his friend occasionally disappears for a few days, he has never disappeared for such a long time without any news like this time.

After all, as a lawyer who always seeks compensation for the poor, Matthew is not without enemies, so Fergie is worried about his friend.

At one point, they even had the idea of ​​giving up their law firm.

As for Luke, this guy disappears from time to time for a while, so no one pays attention to him.

In a place unknown to Matthew and Luke, on the square in front of the Temple of the Elders, Maddock was alone there.

He originally had high expectations for Luke~www.NovelMTL.com~ but now he has realized the fact that this guy is basically impossible to become his successor.

The barbarians are just the name. Although they exist in the form of tribes, they are not the kind of race that has no history and no past.

If there is any inherently noble bloodline in the world of Diablo, then the barbarians who are Nephalem can definitely be among them.

They just chose to exist in this way and chose this way of life.

But they have civilization and glory.

Maddock, the prophet, began to worry about the continuation of the race.

"Why can't Bulkesso be like Volusk? What hope can there be with hammers, fires, and spirits every day?"

"You have wives and sons, but what about them? Those who didn't even have their souls to appear on the holy mountain of Harrogath, either died without glory, or lived in some corner and gave up the glory of barbarians!"

The figure of Volusk appeared beside Maddock. This was also the first time he took the initiative to speak to Maddock, which was a novelty for Maddock. But he would rather not have experienced this kind of conversation that directly touches the pain point.

"After you die, the barbarians are gone? The barbarians only need to fight. As long as the barbarians fight justly and have the same goal, does it matter whether they continue?

Besides, there is still a Bourkesso in that world, the barbarians don't need to think so much! "

Volusk took off his helmet and lay down on the stone bricks outside the Temple of the Elders.

A face that revealed a lazy face, and the blond hair like the lion's head was scattered on the blue-gray stone bricks, making it particularly dazzling.

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