023 Ancestor

A banquet for only three people was held.

Ancient One and Bul-Kathos were still the same as before, walking in the snow on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath in thin clothes.

Poor Gil was wrapped like a ball at this time, but he could still feel the cold surrounding him.

"Gil, when you become a warrior, you have to walk from here to the Temple of the Elders with a small hand axe and a broken wooden round shield, bare-chested, and then accept the test of the ancestors!"

"Although those ferocious beasts can no longer be found on the mountain now, it may be enough for your body to do this."

Bul-Kathos' words sounded exaggerated, and with a smile from the heart on that majestic face, Gil did not believe it.

He thought it was a lie of an adult, just to tease him and have fun.

"I can definitely do it, don't underestimate me!"

In order to prevent Bul-Kathos from achieving his "evil" purpose, Gil swore loudly!

There are countless souls of ancestors wandering on the Holy Mountain of Harrogas. Most of the time, they will not communicate with people, nor will they show their figures.

But when they heard such a "weak" child responding so loudly to the next Immortal King they recognized, they still couldn't help their curiosity and showed their figures.

When Jill appeared on the Holy Mountain of Harrogas, all the ancestors felt that this child was as weak as if he was about to die of illness compared to the barbarians.

But after hearing his declaration, which brave barbarian didn't want to see this brave child?

Well, this is an interesting misunderstanding, but the straightforward barbarians don't care about these.

"Bulkeso, where did you find such a courageous child? When he is tested, let me be his examiner! I defeated the difficult big guy, the King of Plague, and let him enter my secret realm!"

An ancestor jumped out and shouted loudly at Bulkeso.

This volume is considered hoarse even for the barbarians who are used to loud voices.

The loud noise scared Jill, and he almost fell to the ground and rolled out like a ball.

"Madoc! Don't talk like it's difficult to defeat the Plague King. I chopped the strangler into pieces in just a few strokes. It's a waste to give you this good seedling. Do you want him to learn from you and die alone in an unknown corner for a sound whose source is unclear?"

Another ancestor jumped out and began to fight for Jill's inheritance, even mentioning Madoc's pain points to attack him.

"Amber! You have been dead for who knows how many years! Your tricks are outdated!"

"Ha! You who have lost the weapons of glory, don't you see those little guys holding "Madoc's Sorrow"! "

As for the other ancestors, their interest in Jill has been suppressed by the quarrel between Madoc and Amber.

After all, in this place, which soul does not have some glorious past?

Even the most of these souls are barbarians whose names have not been passed down. For them, it seems more important to see the jokes of Madoc and Amber.

They basically gave up the idea of ​​competing for this brave successor. The best warriors naturally have to inherit the best heritage.

Most of these barbarian ancestors think so.

At this time, Jill really realized that the exaggerated test method that Bul-Kathos had mentioned before was not a joke.

His feet softened and he slipped to the ground, and at the same time he felt a wave of chills.

But thinking of the battle scene between Bul-Kathos and death, he had a strong impulse in his heart for the first time. This time he wanted to become stronger not for others or revenge.

He wanted to gain strength from the bottom of his heart, and wanted to become a barbarian warrior who dared to pick up weapons and slash hard no matter what he faced.

What he pursued might not be strength, but the kind of fearless courage.

"These souls seem to be different from ghosts?"

Gu Yi looked at the ancestors who suddenly appeared and asked Bul-Kathos curiously.

"The Holy Mountain of Harrogath shelters the barbarians. The barbarians' souls will not be destroyed, nor will they leave the Holy Mountain. Except for those three special beings."

Bulkathos answered the Ancient One with a hearty smile.

Souls are not indestructible in the world of Diablo, but only the barbarian ancestors on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath are special.

Their experience and will will be passed down.

"Bulkathos, those funny guys have been on the mountain for several days. What should we do with them?"

An ancestor said to Bulkathos, and his expression seemed to have a lot of opinions about these presumptuous agents.

"What's wrong? What else can those guys find on the mountain that they shouldn't see?"

Bulkathos responded to the ancestor with a somewhat bored tone.

"The main thing is that their way of exploring has begun to become a little excessive."

Hearing this, Bulkathos put his mind on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, and looked at the team of agents with the help of the ancestors' eyes.

…

“Captain! There’s nothing on this damn mountain. We’ve been here for days and there’s no way to climb to the top!”

An agent wearing thick clothes said to Rumlow, who was walking at the front, and kicked away a stone buried in the snow.

This was the first time he had kicked this rock away. Ever since they climbed this weird mountain, it seemed like they were going in circles every day.

But I can't find any trace of where I've been.

Even though it left a mark on the original place, after turning around, it seemed that it was back to the original place, but the mark left disappeared.

After these guys arrived at the Holy Mountain of Harrogas, they moved towards the top of the mountain every day, but they were unable to get even one step closer to the top of the mountain.

Even with high-tech positioning devices, they can only see that their positions remain in place.

If it weren't for the feeling of exhaustion in their bodies, they would all begin to wonder if they had fallen into a dream.

"Are you trying to say whether it's time for us to go back?"

Rumlow looked at the partner who asked the question with anger in his eyes.

If you want to say who is under the most pressure these days, who else can it be besides Rumlow who leads the team?

From the day they arrived, this mountain gave these battle-hardened agents a strong sense of frustration. It was such a bad feeling that they were moving towards their goal, but everything told them that their efforts were in vain. .

Even though these guys have seen countless supernatural events, something like this is unheard of.

"Are we going back in despair like this? We haven't seen any danger at all these days. Do you mean to go back like this!?"

Brock Rumlow, known as Crossbones, is one of the best front-line combatants in SHIELD. Although he is not the kind of reckless guy, his patience is also being worn away in this endless white snow. It's all clean.

"Captain, I mean do you want to seek support from headquarters?"

The team member, who was made nervous by Rumlow's roar, was a little timid as he spoke.

Rumlow had always had a bad temper, and the poor member didn't want to be scolded.

Every ground in the Holy Mountain of Harrogath has been stained with the flesh and blood of demons. Those who are not honest enough will only be turned away when they come here.

After all, how can a guy who can't even face himself be called brave?