$177 Scientists' Curiosity

Luke was squatting behind a rock on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, holding a piece of black bread in his hand, squatting like a blind drifter, and he was just short of putting his hands in his sleeves.

The black bread in his hand was taken to make him look less deliberate, and he didn't consider that he was very deliberate to run behind the rock to eat.

From time to time, he poked his head out from behind the rock and looked at Jessica Jones who was waving a hand axe in front of him.

He still cared about what Madoc said, maybe he cared about Jessica Jones.

After Luke met Jessica, he always felt that it was destined.

But his head had already fallen into the eyes of Jessica Jones and Orak.

After all, a black head grew on a stone covered with white snow, just like a mushroom growing on a mop that had been left for a long time.

"What is that?"

Jessica was still waving a hand axe and was practicing the fighting skill of slamming.

During this time, Orlak didn't teach her too much, he just kept demonstrating this move and watched her train.

Although it was her first time to use a hand axe, she was already swinging it like a warrior.

At least when she used it to fight others, the weapon was no longer a burden that could hurt her at any time.

Jessica asked Orlak casually as he stood in front of her.

Orlak's burly figure was always very eye-catching.

"Although the heir of Maddock is not very coordinated, he is a rare good seedling."

Orlak said quietly without even turning his head. He wanted Luke to be his heir at the time, but he failed to beat Maddock.

Luke Cage's breath was not tainted with much of the strong stench brought by evil deeds. Coupled with his good physical fitness, the ancestors were very satisfied.

It's a pity that Orlak failed to win when facing Maddock.

As an ancestor older than the "Three Idiots", Orak had to admit that he was surpassed by his descendants.

Now it is not far from the day when Jessica will challenge, and Orak's heart is not disturbed.

Orak has seen a warrior step into his secret realm countless times.

Out of respect for a life, Orak decided to give Jessica enough teachings from the beginning.

But Orak did not intend to turn a blind eye to the sins of Jessica.

So Orak was not very enthusiastic.

His secret realm is not a place that can be challenged easily anyway.

As one of the pioneers on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath who experienced the most tragic level of battle, he was also helpless that he did not find a successor with a glimmer of hope.

Few of the people he selected broke into the secret realm for the second time, and the few who did soon lost their lives in the subsequent battles.

When he saw those barbarian recruits stepping into the secret realm, he wanted to dissuade them more than once.

Because after his death, the barbarians no longer needed a god of war who always turned the tide.

But Orak said nothing in the end. No one can stop a person from making his own choice, as long as that choice does not violate morality and justice.

The secret realm has never been a place where you can delay time. There is no food and water there. If you can't succeed before you starve to death, then burying your bones there is the only result.

Orak looked at the Elder Temple in the distance, and a trace of melancholy flashed across his overly decent face.

Many barbarians were buried in his secret realm. Those recruits had no glory and no experience. So they were basically not found on the holy mountain.

The legendary weapon, the Blade of the God of War, has never been a weapon that barbarians like. Even he himself does not think how powerful the weapon that embodies his legend is.

This legend is just the most helpless choice.

No matter how basic and commonly used the slam is, it is just a skill that breeds anger. It does not have any earth-shaking power, at least compared with those widely used skills.

"Why didn't he go to training? Instead, he looked at me with pity?"

Jessica observed Luke's eyes, and there was an indescribable feeling in her heart.

The movements of her hands also became slower. Although they were not out of shape, they could not be called focused practice.

She vaguely felt what she was about to face, but acted as if she knew nothing.

To be honest, Jessica could feel Luke's feelings, but she didn't dare to respond.

At least until she completely walked out of the shadow.

Maybe this is how two somewhat hypocritical people get along?

"Then you have to ask Maddock."

Olak didn't intend to say too much about this matter, because nothing he said could change the way he did it.

Barbarians don't value words, they only value actions.

A chance to survive a life-or-death situation, to gain enough power for a person to complete redemption.

This kind of thing is not a loss at all, but not everyone can face death without fear.

No matter how determined the words are, actions can explain everything.

At least Orlak doesn't think much of the girl in front of him.

Luke retracted his head from behind the rock, and then hit himself hard on the nose with the hard black bread. Two streams of blood flowed directly onto his chest.

Then he picked up the blood bottle and took a swig.

"Luke, why do you feel compassion for a stranger?"

Vader's soul appeared quietly, then sat aside and asked with a trace of ridicule.

"Don't you have mercy on a man who is doomed to face death?"

Luke said in a matter-of-fact tone, with some surprise.

The stupidity of these words made Vader laugh out loud.

"Who is not destined to face death? You? Or me? Or Bulcasso?"

Vader laughed wildly, even heartbreakingly.

Even though businessman Vader gave up his life as an adventurer, he was once an excellent warrior.

In other words, those who do not know how to fight at all are the rarest of barbarians.

Even at the last moment of his life, Vader chose to pick up the weapons around him like a warrior and charge towards the demon.

There is one person on this mountain who has not faced death in life.

And Bulcaisuo faced death itself, and incidentally shattered the Dark Soul Stone.

"I mean, that girl...she's still so young...why..."

Luke hesitated.

Being laughed at by Vader made him look a little embarrassed.

"That's enough, Luke! Don't let your inexplicable love go against your feelings."

Vader rudely interrupted Luke. What Luke was thinking was no secret to these ancestors.

They have been around for a long time, and few things are new to them.

"The stench on that girl's body cannot be washed away even if she is wiped with snow from the sacred mountain of Harrogath."

"I just..."

"You just haven't thought about how to face your inner impulses. Young people always like to move themselves."

Vader grinned with disdain.

How many deep feelings have become the moves of self-persuasion? If we really love each other, how can we wait for such a long time to change our minds?

Vader is a savage with a story.

However, Vader stopped the bleeding and disappeared.

He left a fairy tale book on the ground, with a silhouette of Madoc drawn on the cover.

"Invincible Hope on the Holy Mountain" is the name of this fairy tale.

Those are some stories about Madoc recorded casually by the barbarian ancestors.

It became the best-selling storybook in the asylum for a long time, and continued to do so until the day of Madoc's death.

Vader spent a little money to get this basically out-of-print storybook from an unknown ancestor.

This is a fairy tale for barbarians, a story that gives hope to children born into a fucked up world.

Although this hope eventually died.

Along with the Holy Mountain of Arreat.

"I just don't understand why people are never tolerant of mistakes, even if it's a good person."

Luke actually understood, but the throbbing in his heart made him unwilling to understand.

Perhaps being hot-blooded can really effectively lower a person's IQ, and Luke is far from being a smart and calm person.

Jessica Jones may deserve mercy, but no one is qualified to forgive her.

Orak and Bulcaisel offer her a chance to atone for her sins, if she survives.

She was not like Rumlow at that time, who needed the help of evidence of shame to wake up. She was very sober, but lacked the courage to take responsibility.

Rumlow was holding an empty wine bottle and standing on the roof of the unfinished New Seschelon, looking into the distance, with Talik sitting cross-legged next to him.

They are not training now. After all, training all the time would be boring.

The snow on the sacred mountain of Harrogas is gradually getting smaller, and the climate cannot remain unchanged.

Talik smoothly pulled out a bottle of wine from the piled building materials and placed it at Rumlow's feet.

Not all of the locations of his collection were told to Maddock, after all, he also needed some space of his own.

"What, are you planning on feeling unfair like that idiot Luke?"

Tarik said this in a calm tone.

"I'm wondering what you paid to make Bulqueso give up and send me to death on the spot."

Rumlow looked at Jessica, who was wielding the ax perfunctorily, and said slowly.

"That's not something you should worry about right now."

Talik inserted the Token of Shame in his hand into the stone beneath him. Although the new Sescheron was only half-built, it already had a general shape.

Talik motioned for Rumlow to grasp the rough handle of the Token of Shame, which was as thick as his forearm.

"Do you know? Before I became a soul, I tried to save many people with this weapon, but in the end they all failed to survive from Bulcaisuo's hands."

Tarik looked at the handle of the Token of Shame that Rumlow was holding and said a little heavily.

His age is not much different from that of Bulqueso, and their active years basically overlap.

"Because they ended up choosing a dirty road?"

Rumlow spoke of his conjecture as if he had been prepared for it.

"Because after the redemption was completed, they no longer knew who they were. However, when they found themselves, they were burdened with even more filthy filth in their madness."

Tarik told the ending of those guys without hesitation.

"Perhaps one day I will also face Bulcaisel's weapons, and you have already paid the price for me."

Rumlow tried to smoke the Token of Shame, but gave up after a few attempts.

The legend was still too heavy for him now, just like he couldn't open the door of the pickup truck.

"For those bastards, I owe Bulcaisel a total of hundreds of promises, half of which are for him to continue to trust me and the Witness of Shame."

Rumlow's mouth twitched when he heard Tarik's answer.

Hundreds of failures are definitely not a small number.

"If it were me, I might not trust you again when you fail for the third time."

Rumlow pretended to be relaxed.

"Before they died, they took away thousands of times their number of demons, just like what you did before."

Those who had been given opportunities by Tariq would wield their butcher's knives at the devil at the beginning, making amends for their past mistakes in the constant fighting.

Then after the redemption, he lost his goal and gradually became crazy in the emptiness.

By the time they find themselves, they are always completely crazy without exception.

"I once suspected that the Proof of Shame was a weapon made by Belial, because Bulcaisel could restore the entirety of the weapon, but even the strongest and burliest warrior could not wield the weapon in its complete form smoothly."

The Proof of Shame is a weapon that can only be used by barbarians, and it already looks like it has been cut off.

This strange power is exactly the same as the King of Lies.

According to Bulcaisel, the specifications of the complete Proof of Shame are hardly weapons that normal humans can use.

But that size is probably just right for a hell demon.

"What about your legend?"

Rumlow didn't care much about the future that hadn't happened yet. After all, it hadn't come yet, so there was no need to worry too early.

Now he just wants to know what kind of power Talik's legend has given him.

"Cleave, my legend lies in this weapon."

Talik pointed to the evidence of shame beside him.

After Talik's use, the Proof of Shame was tainted with his legendary power.

The Proof of Shame truly took on the shape of Talik, and that power was able to make Cleave four times more powerful based on anger.

Tarik said expressionlessly. As a defender, Tarik's final legend is a skill that can damage a group of enemies at the same time.

This may be the reason why he always leans against the gate of the Holy Mountain and does not let any enemy pass.

"If I bear the sin again this time, I hope you can deal with me personally."

Rumlow recalled the power Bulcaisel showed when he wanted to kill him, and spoke to Tarik very frankly.

He doesn't care about comparisons, nor is he afraid of crazy consequences.

At least now Rumlow has not completely solved all the problems. Those Hydras are never something that can be easily dealt with.

"I have basically relieved myself of the responsibility of guarding the gate of the Holy Mountain. If there is such a day, I will."

Talik's figure disappeared, leaving only a bottle of wine on the ground that was slowly freezing in the cold wind of Harrogath.

The Holy Mountain protects the souls and property of the barbarians, but that property needs to be buried in the soil of the Holy Mountain.

If Rumlow didn't pick up the bottle of wine, the bottle would probably freeze.

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Tony was sitting there blankly, looking at each other with Pepo in front of him.

If Pepper hadn't repeatedly emphasized that she wasn't drinking, Tony would have thought that everything before was just a hallucination he had after drinking too much.

The absurd truth is always hard to accept, isn't it?

After dealing with the security team's inquiries perfunctorily, Tony sat motionless at the table.

His security team mostly exists to isolate reporters, because basically no one would choose to attack him.

As the largest high-end arms supplier, no one would think of trouble with Stark Group.

Everything that happened before had an impact on Tony's world view in a short period of time. After all, magic, something that was contrary to his understanding, was still a bit exciting.

Although Tony believed that what Ancient One showed could be achieved with the help of technology, it was still an unfamiliar system.

"I always feel that everything that happened today is a bit too mysterious."

Tony muttered softly, then picked up the phone and dialed Peggy Carter's number.

When encountering some supernatural events, it is more appropriate to leave it to professionals.

No matter how incompetent the professionals are, they can still offer some helpful advice.

Although Stark Industries is rich, Peggy Carter is obviously more trustworthy when facing these strange people.

"Hey, Aunt Peggy, I encountered something unusual. Can you find a professional to come to my place?"

Tony had a rare respect when he spoke, and he would also approach the conversation in a questioning tone.

He usually uses a commanding tone to ask others to do things. After all, this person is his respected elder and a professional.

"I'll get someone over as soon as possible."

Peggy Carter, who received Tony's call, thought for a while and immediately contacted her niece.

The blacksmith shop was not a completely unfamiliar place to her. Both Dugan and Nick Fury had mentioned this location more or less.

Steve even mentioned it once not long ago.

So Peggy Carter thought it was better to handle this matter a little more seriously, at least not to give any presumptuous suggestions over the phone.

Sharon was the only one in SHIELD that she could trust now. Even if Nick Fury was not injured, Peggy Carter did not trust him very much.

Dugan was sent for treatment. The injury of burning a leg was not easy.

Sharon Carter did not have time to tell her everything that had happened before.

SHIELD has a confidentiality policy, which Peggy Carter knew very well.

At this time, Peggy Carter was like an old lady who knew nothing, lying peacefully in bed waiting for sleep.

When people get old, sleepiness will be very shallow, and it will not come regularly.

As for the death of the werewolf and the mummy, she had not heard of it yet, so her mental state was still good.

Tony temporarily suppressed what happened before. No matter it was the magical wizard or the Winter Soldier who was killed by him by mistake, he could not show his emotions on his face for a long time.

As the largest shareholder of Stark Group, how could Tony have such a big group if he didn't even have this kind of scheming?

Although Obadiah's contribution was indispensable, it didn't mean that Tony knew nothing about it.

In fact, being a playboy is also a technical job. At least it shows that Tony is not a technician who has no social activities at all.

Just after Sharon Carter received the task from her aunt, she was rushing to Bul-Katho's blacksmith shop, and Tony was looking at the pickup truck forged by Bul-Katho.

Sharon Carter didn't dare to tell her aunt about what happened in SHIELD on the phone. Those things were a bit too exciting for an old man.

When Tony was walking outside to change the air, he saw three cars crashed into a pool in front of the door, and then he became a little interested in the pickup truck without any damage.

Then this little bit of interest turned into curiosity, so now he is circling around the pickup truck.

His car is definitely the best in the world, but the collision did not leave even a scratch on the pickup truck.

This car is definitely different, and Tony made a judgment at the first time.

Whether it is the difference in materials or technology, it will make Tony very curious.

As the source of productivity of a technology company, Tony is always curious about all new things.

Perhaps curiosity suppressed all the fluctuations in his heart. At this time, his attention was all focused on the present, and even Pepo beside him was inadvertently ignored.

However, this situation may be a good thing for him, at least he doesn't have to put all his energy into the previous incident.

If the plasma splashed on the pickup truck did not make this playboy a little disgusted, he might have drilled in through the car window to study it.

There are traces of modern industrial manufacturing on the whole car. For example, the decoration on the front hood that is integrated with the body of the car surprised Tony.

No matter what company it is, it will not use this cost-increasing method to make decorations. If it is an industrial product, this method that requires separate instruments is not very cost-effective.

Not to mention that there is no controllable clean energy vehicle in this era, and how strange it is to have a car without an exhaust pipe.

"Can this car really be driven?"

Tony has already circled the pickup truck, and finally decided to get in through the window to take a look.

He has seen a series of unimaginable things, so one more thing doesn't seem to be a problem.

Pepo wanted to grab Tony because the blood and meat sauce on the pickup truck made her a little uneasy.

Pepo saw the checkbook dropped on the seat from the car window. It was something Tony brought with him, and she was of course familiar with it.

"I think we should wait a little bit. Everything in here is weird."

Pepo tried to stop Tony's rash behavior, although she knew how powerless she was in the face of Tony's curiosity.