Infinite Heroes Seat

"Modi! Modi! Pain! Pain!..."

"His Royal Highness, how are you?"

"I also have a bottle of full recovery potion here!"

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Surrounded by the daughters, Mo Wen was pouring the rejuvenating potion in silence, and then enduring the tingling sensation of a little recovery from the bones. The tingling sensation made him a little bit painful, but he clenched his teeth and persisted. , The pain in the body at this time is far less than the hurt in the heart.

He actually lost, and he still lost to Bruce, the defeated player.

Fingers gripped the ground tightly, Mo Wen left deep scratches on it.

His eyes turned to Bruce.

Similarly, he took out a bottle of full recovery potion and poured it into it. Bruce was also enduring the pain Mo Wen caused him. Unlike Mo Wen, his injury showed no signs of healing under the effect of the recovery potion. Grace Wall The power of De's redemption is definitely not something he can recover in a short time, and even whether it can be recovered is doubtful. Now he is just making the last bit of effort for the battle for a while.

As if he had noticed Mo Wen's gaze, Bruce just smiled. He stood up and looked at Mo Wen.

"The last resort, you shouldn't have lost!"

That was the last move between the two of them. Regardless of their own strength, equipment, and physical condition, Mo Wen had an absolute advantage, but in the end Mo Wen lost.

Because he is not ruthless enough!

As a last resort, Bruce smashed the Soulbreaker at Mo Wen.

Based on the situation of the two at the time, it was the last blow. Bruce must die, but Mo Wen may die or be seriously injured.

But at the last moment. Between offense and defense, Mo Wen hesitated. He could ignore Bruce's life or death, but he could not accept his own death, even if it was only half possible.

So he lost and was bombarded by Bruce and lost the ability to continue fighting.

Watching Bruce drag his broken body, step by step towards the altar.

Mo Wen suddenly said coldly: "Go up like this. You will die!"

Bruce's footsteps stopped and he laughed.

There was no trace of confusion in Mo Wen's eyes, but compassion.

——"You still don't understand!"

Mo Wen's lips clenched tightly. The whole head sank down, and the person seemed to be in the shadows, and a depression of darkness emanated from him, which made people shudder.

Gina wanted to say something when she saw it. But Lilian gave her a sharp look. "This is his problem, don't interfere!"

Gina stagnated and stopped talking, but looked at Mo Wen worriedly. She who had signed a contract with Mo Wen could feel the repressed madness in Mo Wen's heart. The series of stimulation had already made his master a bit uncomfortable. Not anymore.

Perceive the huge power that seems to be awakened, like the sea before the storm. Gina secretly smiled bitterly in her heart, this time she played a big game. They seemed to unknowingly let out a monster more terrifying than the Demon God.

On the altar, Bruce knelt down devoutly on one knee, smeared blood on his cheek, and read the sacrifice aloud.

"The ancient heroes guarding the sacred mountain of Yarete, my barbarian Bruce Tucker, I would like to use my own blood and weapons to carry out sacred trials, and share your glory with fearless courage and extraordinary power, so Wake up! Ancient people! The most outstanding hero of the barbarian clan!"

Following Bruce's words, the three stone statues suddenly trembled, the ice and snow on their heads continued to fall, and the whole body glowed with golden light. The three statues turned into flesh and blood shimmering human beings.

Three big guys nearly four meters in height shouted together.

"We are the souls of Naifharum, ancient people. We have been chosen to guard the holy Mount Arret, where the world stone is located. Not many of us can stand until now; but can Realize that it really does less. Before you can enter, you must defeat us."

Holding the hammer of the Immortal King in his hand, Bruce's eyes were burning with a raging flame.

"I will never lose!"

The ancient people in front of him also watched this **** warrior.

"Are you ready? Warrior?" The heroic spirit holding a giant axe suddenly said, looking at Bruce's wounds, "We have seen your fight just now. You are worthy of the title of the barbarian family, yours. Bravery convinced us all."

"But once the trial begins, we will never show mercy, even if the opponent is already scarred, we will do our best, so you are likely to die!"

The heroic spirit holding a sword and shield on the side also said, with a trace of regret in his eyes.

But the last barbarian holding a throwing axe looked at Mo Wen.

"It's a pity, that one's talent! Have the strength of a strong man, but don't have the heart to match!"

"Madoch, what do you care about that waste? A heartless barbarian is not as good as a bug!" He glanced at Mo Wen with disdain, and the barbarian with a giant axe punched Bruce in his chest.

"Regardless of the outcome of this battle, warrior, I—Kolick will always remember your name!"

"Yes, regardless of victory or defeat, I--Talek would also like to share the highest glory of the barbarian with you!"

Maddoch also raised the double axe and performed a respectful manner to Bruce.

Bruce froze for a moment, then burst into laughter, and the Soulbreaker of the Immortal King once again engulfed the whirlwind.

"A few ancestors! I will personally obtain the glory of the barbarians, so come, let us fight!"

Laughing wildly, Bruce rushed to the three barbarian heroes.

While listening to the ridicule of the ancient people, Mo Wen's head dropped lower, and there was a biting chill out of his body, and even Wo Liya, who was closest to him, didn't dare to approach him.

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In the sunset, the most tragic battle is going on at the top of Yaruit Mountain.

Dragging his broken body, Bruce fearlessly faced the three most outstanding heroes in barbarian history.

The Soulbreaker of the Immortal King blasted Kolick's head with indomitable power, but Talek's long sword penetrated Bruce's chest.

Roaring, the barbarian's roar shook Tarik away, but oncoming it was Madok's throwing axe.

reckless! The whirlwind of death!

Bruce is like a tireless combat weapon.

Attacking, attacking, attacking!

In the wailing of the Soulbreaker, Talek's chest shattered along with the barbarian's strongest warrior.

Dragging his tattered body, Bruce grabbed Maddock's neck, letting the throwing axe penetrate into his heart, and slammed hard in his hand.

With a crisp click, Madok's head twisted in another direction.

In a burst of golden light, the last hero also turned into a statue again.

The three golden statues seemed to highlight the glory of Bruce, as if from the sky, the voices of the three barbarians echoed at the same time.

"Bruce Tucker, you are a complete hero! We are willing to share with you the glory of my waiting, and let you go to the depths of Mount Arret...that is where the world stone is placed, and it is also our clan Holy land! May the brilliance of the savages be with you, and may your achievements endure forever."

There was a deep voice with a hint of sadness, as if the Holy Spirit of the three barbarians also had a foreboding.

Walking to the altar alone in silence, Mo Wen looked down at Bruce who was lying there, blood was constantly pouring from his chest, and the throwing axe had penetrated his heart.

"does it worth?"

Mo Wen's eyes looked like a pool of stagnant water.

Bruce laughed, vomiting blood in his mouth.

"You, you don't understand--"

"I don't know what!" Mo Wen was suddenly excited, he almost roared and roared: "You are dead here! And this world is about to be destroyed, who do you think will remember everything you did!" "

There was a brief silence, and Bruce looked at Mo Wen with a smile.

"What about the world, the world is destroyed? What if no one knows what I have done? What about honor and pride no longer exist? At least at this moment, the pride in my heart does not need anyone to confirm. I am a barbarian, even if At the last moment, I also died as a barbarian, even if our tribe was destroyed and the world perished because of this-I have a clear conscience! Because this is a barbarian! Barbaric, ignorant ~ www.wuxiamtl. com~ has pride hidden in the bones!"

He looked at the tattoo on Mo Wen's face, his eyes full of mockery.

"Modi Seattle! Although you have the blood of a barbarian, you are just a **** who relies on talent! The pride of a barbarian-you don't understand!"

——Bruce closed his eyes with the winner's smile.

Little snow began to fall from the sky.

On the top of Mount Yareite, Mo Wen looked at Bruce's body, speechless for a long time. (To be continued...)

ps: Thanks for the monthly pass of Fengleixing and Deep Sea II.

In addition, the previous chapter was sprayed so badly, but it should be said that this is the dark in the author's mind, and it may not be in line with everyone's taste. But in fact, I can see so many comments in the book review area, even if they are all sprayed, I feel better than before. At that time, I wrote several chapters without a reply, and I felt quite depressed.

In addition, I am not a great god, so I can only write hard. Please forgive me if I do not write well.