Dark Savages Come To the United States

Just before Rumlow began his treatment, he was also audited for forced water supply.

Perhaps it was the things that awakened him before, or the magical power of the Harrogas Holy Mountain, but he passed the review while maintaining clear awareness and restraint.

Just as he began his treatment, Bulkelso was taking Jill to the New York sanctuary.

At that place, Ancient One had already brought a cow, and even those mage apprentices had mastered the corresponding professional skills proficiently.

It was time for Bulkelso to bring about a transformation in that cow, and that was the first step in changing Jill's physique.

At least we can't let Jill still look thin when he grows up, that's not barbaric at all.

"Uncle, what is the use of this ring?"

Jill raised her ring-bearing right hand to her eyes, looking at the ring that no longer shone brightly.

When these legendary equipment are used, they will not shine.

Otherwise, the appearance of a fellow with all kinds of lights on the battlefield will only attract more enemies, although the barbarian may be ecstatic about it.

But unfortunately, as long as these equipment are worn on the body, they will be no different from ordinary things.

Unless someone can recognize them by the appearance of the equipment, it is impossible to see how powerful these equipment are.

"Can protect you."

Bulkeso said casually.

He hasn't worn a ring on his hand for a long time. This time, in order to protect Jill's safety, he had to wear the unity ring that had been abandoned in the warehouse for a long time.

This long-lost feeling made him a little uncomfortable.

"The New York sanctuary is in front of me. I think the mages in it probably know me."

Bulkelso led Jill into the building shrouded in energy, and Jill knocked on the door before he used the barbarian's way to open the door.

"Wait a minute! It's busy here!"

There was a panting voice from inside, it sounded like he was doing some physical work.

Bulkelso could even hear the low, stubborn growl of the cow.

"It appears that your milk supplier has arrived."

Jill heard Bulkeso's words and began to conceive the image of the cow he knew well in his head.

But he, who has received a happy education, can only think of cartoon pictures with big heads.

With a creaking sound, the door opened a gap, and a middle-aged fat man with a somewhat round head came out.

"Sorry, there's some confusion inside now, Mike is making a fuss about leaving."

As he spoke, the door seemed to be squeezed heavily by someone, and the poor mage's neck was stuck on the door. It took only a moment, and his face turned red.

"Let me do it."

Bulkelso got his palm lightly pressed against the door, and opened the door with a little force.

He didn't feel any resistance, perhaps to a barbarian, the strength of a cow is nothing.

Bulkelso rescued the poor mage from the crack of the door, and led Jill into the sanctuary.

"I haven't thanked you yet."

The mage was holding a hemp rope in his hand and said in embarrassment, and the other end of the hemp rope was tied to the cow's nose ring, and he pulled it a little uneasily.

"My name is King Chris. You can call me King. It was just arranged by the Supreme Mage to the Sanctuary in New York. I have already heard about you from the teacher."

Wang Tuo took two steps in the other direction with the cow he was holding in his hand, dragging the poor mage staggeringly.

"It seems that you are not only a mage, but also have a lot of skills for fighting."

Bulkelso took a little look at this mage named Wang, and saw some traces of long-term training from his slightly bloated figure.

"Ah, I not only learned spells from the teacher, but also learned some martial arts."

Wang looked at Bulkelso's complexion and said, "It's kung fu, um, let's put you on an empty stomach."

His explanation was unnecessary, after all, Bulkelso didn't come for these.

"Then this cow is the one specially prepared?"

Bulkelso walked up to the restless cow, and the cow fell silent.

Legend has it that the ancestors of barbarians and druids were brothers, so for ordinary animals, barbarians are worthy of closeness.

The cow uttered a long mooing sound as a greeting.

"Then let's make it smarter."

As he said that, Bulkelso took out a somewhat broken earthen jar from his backpack and placed it in front of the cow.

When he was in heaven, he picked this pot up from the ground. After he sprinkled the white ashes on the ground, he took the pot to hold water.

He didn't know why there were such strange pots everywhere in the high-level heaven, and when he put the pots into the spring, Imprius rushed towards him with the steel fork-like weapon.

As for the other angels, none of them dared to approach the blood-stained Burkasso easily, and told him that the jars were used to hold the ashes collected by the noble people after death.

Even if Bulkelso knew about it, he wouldn't care. He wouldn't drink this kind of spring water anyway.

The cow almost instinctively felt the power in the crock in front of him, and couldn't wait to race his head into the jar.

You can see the ears of the cow still outside shaking happily.

Wang and Jill stared dumbfounded at the cow's body, which began to emit bursts of golden light.

"Is that jar some kind of powerful magic weapon? I can feel the mixture of sacredness and nobility."

Wang muttered to himself that the power emanating from that cow was almost comparable to the power in him.

"It has been placed in heaven for so many years. According to your standards, it should be called a powerful magic weapon."

Bulkeso nodded slightly as he watched the change in the cow.

"Then start collecting now, this child is in need of nutrition."

Bulkeso didn't want to say any more.

As for how much can be collected, that is the business of the mages. As long as Jill can be provided with the amount he needs every day, the excess should be regarded as the wages paid to the workers.

Wang's eyes were still fixed on the broken earthen jar, but he walked over to the cow and began to use his newly learned technique.

Jill tugged at Bulkeso's arm:

"Uncle, can I look around here?"

Bulkeso heard the words, just set his sights on Wang who was working, and the king agreed before he could speak.

There are about 40 or 50 mages resident in the New York Sanctuary. These people have all received the news from Gu Yi a few days ago, and they just pretend that they don't exist for Bulkelso and Jill.

And the existence of the king is to slightly restrain these mages, who were originally considered the favored sons of heaven, not to do rude things.