Dark Savages Come To the United States

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

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

But only she knows whether the "Bulkasso" she is talking about is the first generation ancestor who took her as a sacrifice, or another guy she is chasing hard.

Luke thinks that evasion is not a good choice, and escaping will only make him feel better temporarily.

Only in the face of difficulties can solutions be possible.

Not even Maddock said anything about it.

The oath is solemn, and the one who bears witness to it is Andakulgas the Oathkeeper.

That's enough.

Oathkeepers will make anyone who breaks their oath pay, no matter who it is.

The hands of the two were not high-quality weapons, but two recruit handaxes that they took out casually.

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

It was the first time for Sonya to train others, so she was well prepared.

If it weren't for the sudden start of the training, she planned to call Aunt Mara as well as medical insurance.

Now Maddock is standing serious and observing not far away, holding his sorrow in his hands, ready to charge at any time.

A pair of eyes was looking at Sonya, trying to find some evidence that could 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 doesn't encounter pressure, then this guidance 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 one of the top batch.

Even though Maddock recognized Luke's performance in his heart, becoming an excellent fighter was not an easy task.

Now Maddock is afraid that Luke's performance is too good to make Sonya addicted to fighting, which will lead to things like being unable to stop.

Cassius stood a little further away with his mouth pursed, looking a little nervous too.

Sonya's strength is not comparable to that of the dead ancestors, and the referee seems to have no good way to stop the fight from continuing.

Such a scene made Cassius also have to treat it seriously, and the bear cub he was holding was also put back on the ground by him.

After all, barbarians will not teleport this mage skill, and interrupting the battle requires more precise timing and judgment.

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

Not far away, Natasha and Barton watched with interest.

There is no pressure on the two of them.

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

And the path of training and becoming stronger is also very good. If possible, they are also willing to learn more about Sonya through a mentoring battle.

As for Matthew and Wayne.

Matthew is receiving some perfunctory guidance from Lai Ko, while Wayne and Kolik are squatting at the gate of the holy mountain, baking bread and playing boredly.

Lei Kou's teaching can't give Matthew any demonstration, after all, her advanced combat skills can't be easily distinguished.

Matthew couldn't see it, so he was at a disadvantage when studying.

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

It's just that the overly concise explanation is a test of Matthew's comprehension ability, and Lei Ko's patience is quite average.

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

Call it small talk, this is more like 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 me during this time."

Kerrick moved the French brow stick casually over the fire, talking casually.

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

By the way, he also needs to make his heir a better fighter, not a gloomy one.

The joke wasn't very funny, Korrick himself thought so.

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

"Being a demon will not bring peace. It is just my means to give the wicked a sense of fear."

Wayne took a bite of Kauge's bread and made a crunching sound.

It's not very delicious, that is to say, as a young master, Wayne can endure hardships, and he doesn't need to eat delicacies from mountains and seas.

Wayne is not very interested in becoming a demon in exchange for greater power.

What deserves his most praise is definitely his almost indestructible bottom line and will.

Wayne always felt that it was a little inconsistent for him and that city to appear in this world, but he couldn't find the reason.

So the anxiety in my heart is increasing little by little.

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

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 tacit understandings in that city that cannot be explained clearly.

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

Kerrick turned his head and glanced at Wayne, with one hand on his waist, as if planning to do something.

He looked a little serious, but his actions were hesitant, as if he hadn't made up his mind yet.

Kerrick would not wear a belt in normal times, after all he has the second strongest waist on the Holy Mountain.

The heavy belt that the barbarian is used to affects his sense of wielding the weapon more or less.

In order to support the kind of almost unlimited frenzied stacking he is good at, Korick has made sacrifices in armor while having a strong body.

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

The barbarian's equipment is always rough, but there are not many words that can be described as rough, and this belt is one of them.

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

It looks like a patchwork object, but it is also a piece of legendary equipment!

Dread cast iron!

Trampling the ground will cause an avalanche and ground crack is its legendary effect. There is no need to introduce things like improving resistance.

This piece of legendary equipment contained the fear of the barbarians when the holy mountain exploded, so it was a kind of torture for Korik.

The reason why this legend was kept in Korick's collection was because he was the one whom those warriors who died in fear wanted to see most.

Korik, who would not give up his life, was a savior to young warriors for a long time.

Full of hope and trust, Kerik's actions were enough to make his figure taller than he looked.

Even in the face of despair and fear, they still have the luxury of being saved by Korick.

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

Not reconciled, but there is no hatred. Just full of regret.

Korik did not disappoint 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 could not even take care of his own comfort.

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

There was some candor on Wayne's face.

He never felt that he was invincible, but he was sure that once he committed evil, he would be the most dangerous existence.

Such an idea might seem a little arrogant, but it was also an accurate judgment Wayne made of himself.

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

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

Though he hoped it would never come in handy.

As for who will entrust this plan to, Wayne has not yet made up his mind.

This sort of thing requires serious and deliberate consideration.

"I wish you were not so smart, or I should ask Talic to give you a certificate of shame..."

Kerik spoke weakly.

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

It's definitely a good way to get the certificate of shame, but it's not suitable for Wayne.

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

In case of a painful past, it would force Wayne onto a more dangerous path.

Klick doesn't like games of chance, his motto is just to work hard.

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

Wayne smiled and took another bite of the bread.

The roast was a bit too dry, but Wayne ate it without changing his face.

"We always do redundant things, but redundant things are not necessarily mistakes. But I hope you can see it earlier, otherwise you will suffer sooner or later."

Kerik let out a long breath, and put his hands on the belt.

Carrying the heavy weight of the fear of death before his fellow man, Korick felt tormented every moment.

The death in battle cannot simply be blamed on Maddock for leaving the formation first, someone has to do something at that time.

How long can you just stick to it?

During the battle of Arreat, they had to face two demon gods from hell.

There is also an archangel of justice who does not know what is in his head.

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

Even the Archangel and Hell Demon God are obediently waiting for the cooling time of resurrection.

"At least I won't be completely merciful now. I won't feel ashamed to hurt those criminals."

Wayne said with a blank face, his hand movements were a bit unnatural.

"You didn't intend to cut the grass and roots. Your so-called injury is just that you didn't adapt to your sudden increase in strength."

Kerik told the truth with some regret.

A guy who tries to stop evil with fear and awe, that totally makes himself the personification of the law.

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

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

Kerrick knew a little about his heir, and Wayne was not vulnerable.

Just innocent enough to make one want to laugh.

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

Although I want to bring peace through order and establish the majesty of the law.

But he never killed even a heinous person.

To be honest, holding a weapon to a villain's head is stronger than the threat of the law.

At least death is the most intuitive threat.

"Our philosophies are still different. I don't just intend to eliminate evil. Human beings need some yearning and belief in good hope."

Wayne mumbled.

But he lowered his head.

Sometimes it seems that right and wrong are not so important, the important thing is whether you can stick to the original idea at the critical time.

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

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

Even if the power of the original legend cannot be used by Wayne now, it will change the holder's body a little bit like Aurak's God of War Blade.

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

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

Kerrick casually threw the French eyebrow stick aside, looked at Wayne and said.

"This is my reward for you, as the last reward you saw in that war."

Kerik's eyes were a little deep.

This is also a binding spell, if Wayne falls into darkness and is corrupted by Diablo, the obsessions lodged on this heavy belt will end him.

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

Korik told Wayne bluntly one function of this belt.

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

Others have imposed restrictions on him, and Wayne is willing to accept this restriction!

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

And he couldn't see a psychiatrist, so he had to learn the corresponding knowledge by himself, just to be able to evaluate himself at any time.

...

"Hey! If you can surprise me, I will take you to a secret realm."

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

She still knows a little about the traditions of the Great Bear Tribe, and besides Cassius, the only guy on the holy mountain who will challenge Luke is Kurtur.

Although Sonya doesn't think that taking Luke into a secret realm can make any earth-shaking changes, it is good to become stronger.

The premise is that Luke can show something interesting.

Such as will and courage, no matter how kind and kind a little white rabbit is, it can barely be regarded as a surprise.

Sonya was full of anticipation.

Good morning……

asleep.

Today's goal is to complete the guaranteed update without staying up all night...