Dark Savages Come To the United States Chapter 321

Chapter 321 Hulk, Red Giant, Harpy

It didn't take long for the celebration to begin preparations.

As the first new festival for the barbarians in countless years, the ancestors were quite happy about it.

As for when the ground can cover those bones and weapons again, no one cares.

For hundreds of thousands of years, no one would pay much attention to these things, and even a cleaning person would appear for hundreds of years, so everything on the ground would just go with the flow.

"I said, what are you going to do with these young people?"

Vorusk felt a little bored looking at Bulkesso, who was always sitting there.

So I found a topic and quickly asked.

"Let them all go to the secret realm for me one by one, and then find a way to let the old General Qualkek figure out how to make those ordinary people stronger."

Bourkesso buckled the back of his head, and Andariel's startled voice made him feel a little irritable.

"What the **** do you think? If you really plan to let the Prius go, why did you bring the power of courage at the last moment?

Don't tell me that the Prius won't hurt, it's not so easy to catch even if I'm alive, let alone that guy from the Prius. "

Vorusk was a little curious, these guys all knew what Bulkesso was thinking, but none of them were roundworms in another person's stomach.

What Bulkasso was thinking, both Volusk and Reko were very concerned.

"The high-level heaven is coming soon, and those archangels are about to get the source of power. Do you think Prius can go further? Now that he is more than half a human being, the upper limit of the archangels can no longer lock him."

Burkesso explained, frowning slightly.

Of course he didn't like such an approach, but it was very necessary.

There is no connection between the archangel and the devil of hell? Who will believe it?

That **** of Ytheriel, who pays attention to balance in everything, the pure but scheming Imprius is the guy who is most likely to be associated with the Demon Lord of Hell.

Compared to these two bastards, Tyrael doesn't have that IQ.

And Malthael was too arrogant, and the arrogant choice took everything on his own. Even if there was a connection between Malthael and the Infernal Lord, it wouldn't be equal.

It is more likely that a certain **** demon has already been manipulated by him.

"You'll probably have an easier time on the road after that."

Vorusk glanced not far away, and then rushed out before he could finish his words.

He saw Maddock and Luke smoking the strong drink from the ground, which he had hidden.

The snow on the ground has melted, and many ancestors' treasures have been exposed to the sight of others.

This is deadly, after all, no one wants to find out after a celebration that their treasures have become common, and then there is not a hair left.

"Is the road easy after that?"

Burkesso murmured, and he felt that what Vorusk said was not a good thing.

"Is this **** saying I don't have to think about it if I succeed? Or is it that I'm not far from death?"

Bourkesso's face jumped, and he grabbed the Killer Monkey who had just passed by.

Killer Monkey held a crock in his hand, which seemed to be one of Orak's few treasures.

"Skin monkey, return this jar to Orak, or if he beats you all over the mountain, no one will stop you."

Bourcasso smashed the killer monkey's head over and said seriously.

Olak has a bad temper, and what he said is likely to happen.

After all, Olak didn't have many treasures, and it was too bitter in those days.

"Squeak!"

The killer monkey shouted in dissatisfaction, in exchange for Bulkesso's strange eyes.

"Little monkey, the body I forged for you has been processed. You can speak human words."

"I~ forgot!"

The killer monkey made a sharp sound and struggled with dissatisfaction.

"What do you think of Matthew? Letting you be his partner shouldn't have buried you."

Bourcasso put the killer monkey on the ground and took a bottle of cider from his backpack.

It's quite appropriate to exchange the wine in the killer monkey's hand, and it should be fine that the monkey likes fruit.

The killer monkey stretched out his furry hand and took the bottle that Bourkeseau had given him, rolling his eyes.

"I kicked me when he was walking, you know, he's blind."

The killer monkey's words are still a bit intermittent, and speaking is quite a novel experience for a monkey.

Even this monkey might have a slightly higher IQ than Luke.

"Who do you mean you want to follow? Don't think about it, Rorschach, I think he may not have time to serve you."

Bourkesso knocked on his forehead. After all, finding a comrade-in-arms is similar to getting married, at least it has to be an eye-opener.

This is not the kind of relationship that is not sweet but thirst-quenching.

Comrades in arms must trust each other, otherwise, failure to cooperate may lead to danger.

"Even Luke is better than Matthew. Luke is at least simpler. Matthew's heart is full of twists and turns, and I always feel that he is not frank."

Killer Monkey scratched at himself, as if trying to find lice, but gave up quickly.

The reborn Killer Monkey has regained some of his instincts as a monkey, but his body is forged from various materials so that lice won't run on it and starve.

"You think frankness is just foul language? Maybe that's the kind of frankness, but it's not the right way to communicate with people.

I think it won't take long for you to get tired of Luke, after all I usually call that rude. "

Bourkesall tries again to convince Killer Monkey.

When two guys who are not very quiet get together, contradictions are always inevitable.

It's as if no one likes that the guy who appears most often is not much different from himself.

That kind of friend will be immersed in a congenial atmosphere when they first socialize, but this kind of friendship can easily break down.

Especially in the case of getting along day and night.

On the contrary, if two people are completely dissimilar, that kind of friendship may be a little longer.

"To put it bluntly, I'm a pet. All I can do is tell my 'master' where and what's going on. I'm just a monkey, don't expect me to be of much use in combat. ."

Killer Monkey grimaced and left with two bottles of wine.

He's going to return Orak's collection to that big guy who is bigger than a bear. As for Matthew, he can try to get along with him.

At least Matthew is not brutal and has a steady income and a decent job.

The certificate of keeping a monkey is easy for lawyers to handle, and the killer monkey does not plan to stay on the holy mountain forever.

Although he is a monkey, he is also a legend in the industry as famous as the Night Demon and the Cross.

Feeding yourself is not a problem.

"Let's see when Luke can understand the function of the pendant. The kid still doesn't understand. Maddock doesn't remind me!"

Bourkesso cut a wound on his arm, and then took a gulp of the blood bottle.

He took care of Luke and Matthew more than the other recruits, which he didn't intend to hide.

After all, among the barbarian recruits on the holy mountain, these two have the purest aura.

Rorschach's talent makes him not need too much help, as for Jessica and Rumlow. That's at least until they can recognize themselves from their past sins.

As for Bruce Wayne, that kid hasn't appeared in front of Bourkessel for a long time.

Since returning home, it seems that every day is busy fighting sin.

Last time Bulkessel heard from Klick that the kid broke the spine of a villain named Bane, which made Bulkessel a little irritated.

Killing the villain directly is the best option.

Back to the shore? The tombstones of the victims on the shore are still looking at them one by one.

Just like Rumlow, Bulkesso wouldn't have given him a chance if it wasn't for the promises made by Talek and Mokot.

Without a strong enough guarantee, who will be responsible if the villain commits another evil deed?

If Rumlow was going to do something bad, Tariq could show up behind him the next moment and take his head off.

This is a strong guarantee.

There is no waiting part in the whole process. When evil thoughts arise, everything will end, and there will be no more victims.

"I said Rumlow, you went back just to bring this puppy to the Holy Mountain?"

Luke was sitting on a rock and talking, while Jessica was smearing the back of Luke's head with a potion.

Maddock's series of slaps raised the back of Luke's head a lot, just like Dr. Stern who had a problem with the direction of his brain enlargement.

Saying that, Luke turned his head and glanced at Tony Stark, who was being swirled in mid-air by Banar, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Banar was worthy of the title of Berserker, and Luke was a little dizzy with his violent posture.

"I remembered that Bourkesso likes to keep dogs, and the holy mountain of Harrogas is very high, so I chose this puppy who lives in the cold area."

Rumlow followed Luke's gaze and glanced at Tony's tragic state, and said with some reluctance.

"Don't worry, Banar is measured, and after my forging, that armor is trustworthy."

Rasuk said casually, then looked at the puppies who were running around in the mountains, and continued to say with a strange expression:

"This dog looks very handsome, but have you figured out how to eat this guy?"

"What? Don't Bourkessel keep dogs as pets?"

Rumlow was a little surprised, and then his face changed when he turned his head:

"Maybe, it will be used to bake. After all, I have never seen such a big pot on the holy mountain."

"I hope it can be baked better, but has anyone really eaten huskies?"

Luke looked at the husky, who was holding a broken leg bone and kept gnawing, hesitating.

The person who stepped on the broken bone will adapt to the zero-gravity environment in mid-air, and no one can guarantee that Baner will do anything to this dog...

"Banar probably won't do anything to this dog. After all, he is the most caring one for small animals on the holy mountain."

Maddock squinted at Luke and said nothing.

The ancestors of the barbarians and the ancestors of the druids are brothers, and the barbarians are quite friendly to animals.

And Banar is the friendliest one on the holy mountain for small animals...

Although he also eats meat, this does not prevent him from being responsible for farming on the holy mountain at the beginning.

Although every time he slaughtered animals to eat meat, he had to fight with Baner... But every time he ate meat, Baner would always eat thirty or forty kilograms with tears.

According to him, it was because he worked hard to raise it as a son. If he didn't eat much, he always felt sorry for his "son" who worked so hard to grow so delicious.

Maddock watched Jessica slowly apply the potion to Luke, and he felt a little full.

At that time, he came directly to the holy mountain under the call of his ancestors, and there was no news of his wife and children.

"I can't see it at all."

Rumlow said hesitantly.

Then the sound of Tony falling to the ground reached the ears of those present.

"Lasuk, your craftsmanship is still so superb, this kid didn't even faint!"

Banar's enthusiastic voice came, followed by a "Fuck!"

He had already seen the husky holding his thigh bone and gnawing at it constantly, although his bones were very hard, if Tony stepped on the crack at that time, it would not have broken.

But seeing his leg bones covered in dog saliva still surprised him.

"Well, I think it's time to try to stop the ancestors of Banar, at least it seems to be a dog's nature to chew on bones..."

Rumlow stood up hesitantly, blocking between Banar and the husky.

Banar walked over quickly, and then toppled Rumlow to the ground.

He hurriedly walked towards the husky.

The Husky heard the movement, then raised his head, whimpering and wagging his tail at Banar.

But the two front feet hid Banar's leg bones under him, and kept gnawing on them.

Banar has been dead for hundreds of years, but there is some energy in that leg bone that he once retained.

If this husky can really gnaw off that bone, it might make an extraordinary dog.

It just seems now that the destructive power of Huskies is still a little bit worse when facing the skeletons of barbarians.

"Madoc, did you mean what you said? What wouldn't Banar do to that dog?"

Luke swallowed and said.

Then I heard Banar's hearty laughter.

"Good dog! Good dog! So many bones staring at my leg bones at a glance, you really have a good eye!"

Banar had already walked to the side of the husky and squatted down that was a little short compared to other ancestors.

Banar was 1.93 meters tall, which was a little smaller than Maddock and Bourkesso.

But squatting next to a husky puppy is still too big.

The huge and rough palm gently rubbed the husky's head, and the little dog bit Banar's palm in dissatisfaction, but the tender little teeth did not even make an indentation.

"Good dog! You dare to bite me in the face! It's amazing! It's just so smart! When you see Coutur, you must run fast! That guy likes meat the most.

The little guys I raised before were just too stupid, and they dared to join up when they saw Coutur coming over. No one dared to slap Coutur. "

Banar picked up the little husky with his own bones.

"Slap? Well, what did the ancestors of Banar raised before?"

Rumlow got up from the ground, patted the dust on his body and asked.

What animal can slap someone?

"Huge beasts, and bears."

Maddock raised his eyes and took a deep look at Rumlow.

"If you want me to say, those bears and huge beasts are not too stupid. Those guys may be much smarter than the idiots over there. Of course, they may also be much stronger than you in terms of strength."

Maddock paused, as if thinking about something, and then continued.

"When Coutur was bored, he practiced wrestling with those guys, so those little animals came to Coutur."

Rumlow suddenly felt a chill.

He had seen huge beasts in the secret realm.

That monster made him suffer a lot.

"You call those things 'little animals'?"

Rumlow felt a little trembling in his body.

"That's right, those are small animals. Banar's breeding is top-notch. The devil knows how he does it. The small animals he raises are all chewy and stronger than those grown in the wild."

Maddock smacked his mouth, as if he was reminiscing.

"Little dog, I'll take you back to recognize someone, you have to remember that the guy named Coutur is not a good person, you must run away when you see him. And no matter what he uses to tease you, you will Don't go there, he will always smash the cute little guy to the ground."

Banar hugged the little husky and whispered, as if he was telling a story to a child.

The whole face softened a lot.

"I said, are you kidding me again!?"

Coutur's voice suddenly sounded, and Banar's body trembled violently, as if a bad deed had been discovered.

In a hurry, he hid the little husky behind him, and stood up with a very unnatural smile on his face.

"No, I didn't speak ill of you. Who doesn't know that you are the most powerful one on the holy mountain, and who dares to speak ill of you?"

Banar said nervously, sweating profusely on his forehead.

The ancestors on the holy mountain will subconsciously exclude Bulkesuo when discussing the intensity. That guy is already the strongest, and there is no need to discuss it.

"I seem to hear you talking about farming? Did I hear it wrong?"

Coutur twisted his head, and there was a series of noises from his completely invisible neck.

This guy's body is like a human-shaped bear, and his thick arms can never reach his back.

The neck is surrounded by muscles, and the muscles on the shoulders are directly connected to the back of the head.

The belt on the waist is shining orange.

The name of the belt was called 'Courtur's Belt', because people who didn't know him always said that he was so powerful because of that belt.

Therefore, after this belt becomes a legend, there is nothing worth caring about except for a large increase in strength.

Following Coutour's question, Banar's body began to tremble again.

The shadows left by the past were so severe that Banar completely forgot that it was impossible for a dog to wrestle with Coutur.

Even silverback gorillas may not be as exaggerated in muscle strength as Coutour.

It's an exaggeration to think that Coutur, who can smash the first-named Earth-beater leader with the hammer, is too exaggerated.

"Woooo~ Wang!"

The little husky cried out loudly, and the bones in his mouth fell to the ground with a clatter.

Then Coutour's face began to change rapidly, and then he put on the mask of pain as if he felt sick.

"Ugh~ I didn't expect you to be so ruthless! Ugh~"

Coutur vomited loudly, but nothing came out of the spirit body's stomach.

"I said that the guys you raised are stronger than the wild ones. It turns out that you are actually feeding them with your own bones! How on earth did you eat so much meat, don't you feel disgusting!"

Coutur stretched out a finger tremblingly and pointed at Banar in front of him, then bent down.

Banar suddenly thought of something, held the little husky in front of him, picked up his bones and stuffed them into the dog's mouth.

"Yes, you saw it too, I only have this piece of bone left, don't hit him again! These little animals have inherited my blood!"

Banar put the husky on Coutur's face in a posture like holding the lion king, and roared loudly.

Rumlow's face on the side was also a lot ugly.

"Don't worry, those were not fed like this before. No one would go crazy and feed a small animal with the bones of a fellow man. This puppy was just an accident."

Tariq appeared without a figure, and said angrily.

When Banar shouted the previous sentence, he almost spit it out.

Hell, if he hadn't remembered that Banar had always used heaven spring water to make fodder, he might have been tempted to go up and beat Banar directly.

Except for Volusk and Reko, the ancestors of the Holy Mountain, no matter how powerful they were in their lifetimes, would not be able to defeat the three gatekeepers one-on-one after they died.

Because Prius always slapped Bourkesso for the Heavenly Spring, it was also because their ancestors would always steal some of the Heavenly Spring.

These are little secrets between the ancestors, hidden from Bourkesso.

"Banar, you are enough! If you disgust us again, believe it or not, you have to spend today's banquet lying in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain!"

Maddock roared violently, picking up the sadness in his hand and trying to split it.

Natasha and Hawkeye, who were watching silently not far away, had weird smiles on their faces, while Steve was a little embarrassed.

After seeing the strange way of life among the ancestors, it was a little unexpected, so he could only choose to remain silent for a while.

"Forget it, if you raise anything else, I'll never eat another bite! Damn! Vomit~"

Coutur's body was a little illusory, and the impact was a little too big.

Outside the holy mountain, a huge birdman appeared in the distance dragging a thin figure.

From a distance, it looks like a large bird that has successfully hunted.

Coutur raised his head and glanced, then spit on the ground, turned and walked over there.

He was a little dazzled because of the constant retching that consumed some of his physical strength.

Today's banquet he plans to eat some fresh meat.

At least he's going to eat those frozen meats.

The barbarian is celebrating the festival for the first time other than the festival. He wants to live better, and fresh prey is the new goal.

"Little guy, I saved your life."

Banar held the little husky in his hand and shook it gently, his gesture was much gentler than that of a child.

"I said, if I put on a bear skin, can I be treated gently by the ancestors of Banar?"

Luke whispered.

"Then you need to make sure that the first person you see after coming to the Holy Mountain is not Coutur, or you may be dragged by him to wrestle."

Maddock said angrily:

"What happened to the iron can before, if it was put in the hands of Coutur, even the armor forged by Rasuk couldn't save you."

"Wait for next week. I'll buy you a puppet costume next week, and you can wear it for me."

Jessica kept Luke's head and whispered.

Next week is an important appointment.

At that time, she can get to know the purple man who brought her countless nightmares.

Luke will accompany her at that time, whether alive or dead.

Jessica's words made Steve a little uncomfortable.

Regarding next week's fight, he had already heard from others.

For S.H.I.E.L.D.'s missed appointment, this noble guy is still a little hard to accept.

This was not only a missed appointment by S.H.I.E.L.D., but also his failure to guarantee Jessica.

"Can I be in that fight? It's my dereliction of duty, so I want to do my part."

Steve said frankly.

Taking responsibility for himself is one of his tenets, and Steve never shies away from it.

"Thank you for your kindness, we will win."

Luke's eyes widened, watching Steve say this seriously.

It's his and Jessica's business, and it's the most trophy head he's found.

Luke is determined to win and kills the long overdue Purple Man to prove to Orak that he can protect Jessica.

"If, I mean if. You need my strength, no matter what, I will do my best to help you."

Steve made the promise after a moment of silence.

Although he did not mention any qualifications that "do not violate conscience and justice", this is his trust in barbarians.

The savage is righteous, he has identified in previous contacts.

Even if Jessica and Luke offered conditions that might go against his creed, he was prepared.

This is the debt he owes.

Human nobility sometimes violates the rules.

This does not mean that this human nature is not noble enough, nor can he avoid punishment on the grounds of "noble".

But Steve was prepared, including the punishment part.

"Banna!"

A scream came from the direction Coutur had left, attracting the attention of the others.

Because of the previous retching, Coutur could not see clearly that the guy flying in the sky was a less human-like person.

So he jumped straight up and grabbed Betty Ross's wings.

Betty Ross was frightened by his sudden appearance, so he accidentally released his claws.

"What the hell? Isn't this a big bird?"

Coutur grabbed Betty Ross's wings and landed heavily on the ground, and after realizing that he was not holding a big bird, he carefully made protective actions.

After all, he didn't intend to kill innocent people.

"Hulk!"

Banner transformed into the Hulk the moment he landed and roared.

Then he charged directly at Coutur.

The 2.29-meter Hulk and his sturdy body made him look one size larger than Coutour, so he successfully attracted Coutour's attention.

"Wow! You mustn't be one of Banar's secretive farming stuff, right?"

While questioning, Coutur directly grabbed the Hulk's arm.

He hadn't seen an opponent who could wrestle for a long time. The barbarian ancestors of the Holy Mountain were too familiar with each other, and the wrestling could no longer bring any freshness to Coutur.

The sudden appearance of the Hulk gave him a rare interest.

Although this guy has a little bit of guilt on his body, he is generally a good person.

So Coutur plans to play slowly for a while.

"What's that?"

Because Coutur called out Banar's name, Banar turned his head and glanced, and then he was attracted.

The Hulk has something that all barbarians are familiar with.

anger!

"Woooooo~"

The little husky let out a series of wailing as if his tail had been bitten.

The bones in his mouth fell to the ground.

"Good dog, don't be afraid! I'm here, no one can bully you! I said it!"

Banar's curiosity about the Hulk was immediately dispelled.

There's a whole bunch of barbarians here, and a mere Hulk isn't much of a threat.

Moreover, he has no responsibility to guard the gate of the holy mountain, and the Hulk did not cause any damage to the holy mountain.

"Hulk? How did this guy show up in this place?"

Natasha's face became less beautiful.

There is a lot of news about the Hulk in S.H.I.E.L.D., but the loss caused by this big guy is not much at all.

Fortunately, Hulk doesn't seem to have much interest in killing, so S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't pay much attention to this big guy.

Except for the people in the military who are always chasing the Hulk, no one else will want to find this big guy who will explode.

"Hulk? I remember that guy named Abomination seemed to be calling that name all the time?"

Luke carefully pulled his head out of Jessica's arms, then stood up and watched from a distance.

"Who's going to call General Ross? He seems to be chasing the Hulk all the time."

Hawkeye said strangely, they knew that General Ross was on the holy mountain.

Ross is now receiving corrections from the old General Qualkek.

It seems to be a lot more honest.

As for what the old General Qualkek planned, no one asked.

After all, he was also a stubborn old man. If he had someone he liked, other people's opinions would not be able to control his thoughts.

"I suddenly felt that we haven't been in touch with Nick Fury for a long time."

Steve rubbed his shield and said awkwardly.

Compared with Natasha and Hawkeye, who have become barbarians, he is an outsider.

But before he knew it, he took the Holy Mountain of Harrogath as his home, and he didn't know how to teleport back magic.

"It seems so, but I don't want to pay attention to that guy. Every day is an endless task, and every time I go to some places that are not important at all, how much do I have to do to gain the trust of that black-hearted bastard?"

Natasha took out a bottle of vodka and poured it into her mouth.

She had already drank Cassius, not because of the amount of alcohol. But because Cassius is also a barbarian who has nothing to treasure.

Of course, Cassius, who was active in the same era as Olak, would not have many treasures.

"I am on vacation."

Hawkeye spoke succinctly.

Then he put his eyes on Tony who was on the ground.

Tony Stark is still a curious guy for Hawkeye.

Of course he wouldn't dismiss the lifestyle of the rich, but he couldn't say he was envious either.

After all, he was already married.

"That green guy is interesting, but he doesn't seem to be very mature?"

Maddock glanced at the two guys who were wrestling, and said meaningfully.

The power of the Hulk is getting stronger little by little, which is a very interesting thing.

And Coutur seems to be enjoying it, liberating his power little by little.

The Hulk acted like a teddy bear and was completely sloppy.

I just don't know when Coutur will get tired of playing.

"Boy! Can you understand me!?"

Koto roared loudly with his head against the Hulk, and added some strength to his hands.

It's far from enough to satisfy him, but the sheer power is beyond Luke's level.

Therefore, the year of cherishing talent appeared in Coutur's heart.

"Hulk! Angry!"

It took the Hulk a long time to squeeze out such a sentence, and his body became taller again.

"Huh? Angry? I can do this too!"

A red light flashed across Courtour's body, and pure anger flashed away.

The Hulk can become more powerful as his anger rises, but his sanity will also disappear in the constant anger.

This is very similar to Banar.

"Your purity is too bad! Or you don't know what the power of anger is."

Coutur said with a big smile.

Anger needs to be controlled, and irrational anger will only lead oneself into the abyss without turning over.

Countless barbarians have proven this!

"Hulk! Fall!"

The Hulk would go back and forth with a few "Hulk" words at the beginning, and this boring roar would tire Coutur.

The Hulk raised his arms, trying to overturn Coutur.

Generally speaking, the most important thing is to step on the ground when wrestling, and there is no way to use the skill of throwing in the mid-air state.

In order to be able to wrestle better, the best power that Coutur masters, besides the body, is the power of the earth!

Stepping on the ground will always make him invincible in battle!

"Fall? Do you know why you use a fall as the end of the wrestling?"

Coutur roared loudly in a didactic tone, his feet still standing on the ground as if they had taken root!

Perhaps in the battlefield outside the Holy Mountain, it is still possible to overthrow Coutur.

But here is Harrogath, standing on the holy mountain and enjoying the blessing of the holy mountain, Coutur will not be overthrown by existences other than Bulkesso!

"Fall to the ground! It means that the counterattack you can make will lose its strength!"

Coutur added some strength to his arms, and his fingers made deep marks on Hulk's shoulders!

His fingers were thick, but not short at all.

On the contrary, he has a pair of big hands that all fighters envy!

Big hands mean better grip on weapons!

Big hands also allow him to better grasp the opponent's body!

Coutur's fingers were embedded in Hulk's collarbone, and he grabbed Hulk's body without the slightest clothing as a force point!

"what!"

Cotour exhaled! For the first time, all the power of the soul body was taken out from the arms!

A clean smash hit the Hulk directly on the ground!

The huge force made Hulk's body tremble, and the ground shook with the blow.

"Falling down will also reduce the power you can use by more than half!

Without the strength of the ground, you can't use the strength of your legs, and your core strength will suffer! "

Coutur jumped forward and sat on Hulk's waist.

The arms were folded and raised high, and then suddenly fell towards the Hulk's face.

"The riding position will make it difficult for you to defend and block! The entanglement on the ground requires you to know how to use the power of the ground!"

Coutur's fists stopped in front of Hulk, and Hulk lost his will to fight due to the sheer power of the giant.

The body began to shrink a little bit, back to the slightly thinner Dr. Bruce Banner.

"It seems that it is really a child. After realizing that I did not intend to kill you, I hid behind the adults?"

Coutur stood up and said a little disappointed.

He just found some wrestling feeling and the opponent ran away, which was a bad experience.

"The ground is the weapon, and the ground is the source of power. The harder the ground, the more lethality! It's a pity that you didn't wait for me to finish this."

Coutur looked at Betty Ross, who was horrified on the side, a little disappointed.

"What about you? Can't you change back to the way you were?"

Coutur put his hands on his waist and spoke meaningfully.

Betty Ross has not yet mastered the ability to change back to human beings, and wanting to change back to human beings is not only a technical problem, but also a mentality problem.

After all, she was just a woman who was transformed in a hurry, and hadn't even tried to fight before that.

"Who are you?"

Betty Ross cautiously approached Banner on the ground, staring at Coutur in front of him.

"I'm not good at giving directions, it's too much trouble."

Coutur shook his head and turned around directly.

Although I didn't wrestle all the time, I felt a lot more comfortable after warming up.

"Since you've come this far, let's take two more steps! You'll understand when you pass the gate of the holy mountain."

Coutur turned around and left.

This is still outside the holy mountain, and he is not obliged to introduce to the visitors how great the holy mountain is.

That's the gatekeeper's responsibility.

"Since you've already fought, why do you have to do it again and again? XXX!"

Maddock stood up cursing, walked to the gate and cursed at Coutur.

"I only know that the Hulk exists, who is that harpy?"

Natasha asked Hawkeye in a low voice, and Hawkeye could only shake his head.

Who except Mordock and Dr. Stern knew that the Harpy was Betty Ross? ?

Asking someone this question Natasha is not going to get an answer.

"I have always been on the holy mountain, how could I know these things?"

Hawkeye still opened his mouth to argue, because he saw the look of "as expected" in Natasha's eyes.

"Is that you? Betty!?"

Not far away, a three-meter-tall red fat man ran over. He was originally a red giant, but now he has become a red fat man.

Obviously, the old General Qualkek has not been idle for a while.

The Red Giant was swollen at least three times.

Although Betty Ross has been transformed into a harpy, General Ross can still recognize his daughter.

The throbbing in his blood made his voice tremble.

The red fat man shrank a little bit and turned into the appearance of a human.

"Who are you?"

Betty Ross asked in a trembling voice.

She also felt the throbbing of her blood, but she really couldn't recognize the fat man who was about the same age as her father...

"Betty, my daughter! How did you become like this? Banner? Or Mordock? Mordock lied to me!"

General Ross didn't care what Betty Ross said, perhaps because Betty Ross's appearance made the general who spoiled his daughter lose his cool.

"Hmm? Did you hear that? Mordok."

Rumlow shook his head and said to Steve.

During the battle in London at the time, they only met Mordock briefly.

After that, the big head disappeared from their sight.

Now that Mordock is the clearest thread to catch the hydra's clues, Rumlow can't pretend that he didn't hear it.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. did not find any trace of Mordock, but I didn't expect it to be linked to the military.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is under the control of the military, and obviously the military is not as clean as I thought. "

Steve's eyebrows twitched.

He still underestimated the ambitions of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the military.

Steve, who has always fought as a soldier, has not yet adapted to this era of interests.

Only then did he realize that he really couldn't keep up with the young people's thoughts.

"But it doesn't matter. Didn't we find news about Mordock? Whether it's General Ross or the two over there... eh? How can we describe them better?"

Rumlow said and turned his head to look at Natasha.

He knows a lot about the Hulk, but the harpie is beyond his memory.

"Bruce Banner and Betty Ross."

Natasha said casually.

This is not very confidential information, just two names, and it will not be a problem to tell Rumlow.

"Okay, Hulk Bruce Banner and Harpy Betty Ross. They obviously know something about Mordok, too. We and they're about to walk through the gates of the Holy Mountain."

Rumlow rubbed his chin.

The Hulk obviously has some favors from the ancestors of Coutur, but are Bruce Banner and the Hulk one person or two?

"That's two consciousnesses, but only one soul."

Tarik said casually.

What Rumlow is thinking can't be hidden from him. Since he has chosen an heir, understanding is a must.

Just like Rumlow and the others will see the picture of the holy mountain, under the power of the holy mountain, the ancestors can vaguely feel some thoughts of the heirs.

Without mutual understanding, how can conflicts not breed?

The way the barbarians are trained is quite rough, but what the ancestors needed was not a bunch of idiots who went up to chop people, nor did they turn their heirs into extreme lunatics.

All violent supervision is just a means, and they are very clear about the scale.

"Split personality?"

Hawkeye spat out the word, and Tony on the ground finally stood up staggeringly.

Having been forced to experience the feeling of weightlessness before, he finally regained a little balance.

Without the help of Jarvis, Tony would not be an experienced fighter even with a strong suit.

"Perhaps? But there is only one soul in a person. If you have ever seen a guy with two souls, it goes without saying that one of them must be an outsider."

Talic did not miss the opportunity to attend class and spoke calmly.

The Ross father and daughter over there finally recognized each other and hugged tightly.

It's just that the height of the harpy is a little too high for General Ross who has returned to a human appearance~www.mtlnovel.com~ It looks as funny as an old hen holding a chick.

As for Banner on the side, he just stood up in a daze.

Although he could know what Hulk did, it was the first time he saw Hulk being "bullied" and unwilling to come out.

Banner was a little confused.

Hmm... a difference of 600 words to 12,000...

Continue to work hard tomorrow, and the update this month will not be less than 310,000 words.

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