"When I inherited the name of my ancestors - Bulcaisuo, I refused to be called the Immortal King. The barbarians had long lost their homes under the attack of hell, so how can I be called the Immortal King?
The sacred mountain of Harrogath was shattered before the legions of Hell, and Sescheron Fortress became the abode of demons.
Even if I cut off Diavolo's disgusting head with my own hands, the lost compatriots have already followed their ancestors.
Among the barbarians who have been torn by war, I am the only one left, and the armor on my body is no longer worthy of the sword.
Malthael, you are right, no one can defeat death! But the savage never backs down!
I! Burquetso! Keep your oath! I will always pour out my endless anger on you! "
Bulkatho's voice turned from a low whisper at the beginning to a loud roar at the end, and then he let out a huge war cry and rushed towards Malthael, the angel who represented death.
The messy blond hair lost all its luster in the face of death and gradually became dry and pale.
"Barbarians are never afraid!" Bulcaisuo roared and at the same time, he stepped heavily on the ground with his feet, and his body rose into the air like a cannonball!
Then he fell brazenly towards Malthael, the symbol of death who had defeated Tyrael and absorbed the power of the demon kings in the soul stone!
The two heavy swords in his hands were aimed at Malthael's head, whose expression could not be seen clearly under his hood!
Jump and chop!
This is a fighting skill Bulcaisel inherited from his ancestors. It was this blow that finally harvested the head of Diavolo, who became the Great Demon God.
But this time was different. He knew very well that facing Malthael would only lead to death. Because he does not have the power to fight death.
After all, this is not the plot trajectory in which the Nephalem gather all their strength to fight Malthael in the Chaos Fortress.
He - Bulcasso! He was not a native barbarian, he was originally just an ordinary Diablo III player.
When I was watching the new season of Diablo III at home, I dreamed of defeating those power warriors with the strength of the Liver and climbing to the top of the ladder. In the end, the Liver Qi degenerated from the Liver to the third level of Liver Power, and I passed out on the computer. Before.
When he woke up, he became a glorious barbarian warrior, but his name was the ID he randomly picked up at the time - shirtless and tied.
Fortunately, there is no such thing as a tie in the world of Diablo, but this cannot avoid his embarrassment.
Because the name shirtless is equally unpleasant.
He wanted to change his name, but was not recognized. The reason is that the birth of every barbarian is the blessing of the ancestors, and the name is a divine gift.
In order to get rid of this ridiculous name, he had to go to the battlefield with the hand ax and a broken wooden shield that came with the new barbarian.
Valor and demonic blood brought glory to victory, and he was the only victor in the battle when the sacred mountain of Harogath was overrun by demons.
In the battle that decimated Sescheron Fortress, fighting until all that was seen was the flesh and blood of demons and barbarian warriors. In the end, he was the only one left standing there.
He won honors and victories, and finally got rid of the name shirtless and tie, although at this time he no longer cared about such things.
His bravery and strength were recognized by his ancestors, and he inherited the name of the most powerful barbarian among his ancestors-Bulkessor.
Just as he was preparing to rebuild the long-awaited new home of all barbarians on the holy mountain of Harogath, Malthael, who had taken away the Dark Soul Stone, appeared in front of him.
At this time, neither Karaxum, the powerful monk from the Sky Temple, nor Sonya, a young barbarian warrior, was with him. Instead, he was accompanied by Li Min, the mage with whom he had always had trouble dealing with, in New Tristram. The remaining demons were wiped out in the vicinity.
Barbarians hate magic because they were harmed by magic more than once. Until now, barbarians have strong magic resistance.
Even so, Bulcaisel still didn't like magic, although the elders among the barbarians seemed to be able to use the power of magic.
Nazbo, the witch doctor with bent legs and taller than ordinary people, should be tinkering with his voodoo in an invisible place, and the beautiful but always hooded demon hunter Vera should also be polishing it in the Avengers camp. Throwing knives.
As for the Crusader Johanna, I heard that she is helping the angels in the high heaven to repair the buildings destroyed by the war.
As for those gloomy necromancers, Bulcaisel knew almost nothing about them.
Malthael's sudden arrival turned this area into a pasture of death. The fellow barbarians who responded to Bulqessor's call quickly turned into gravel in the face of death, dissipated in the wind, and then sprinkled on Harold Above the everlasting white snow on the sacred mountain of Gas.
"Malthael! You can't get anything from a barbarian but a sword!"
Bulcaisu roared with red eyes, and slashed his swords hard at the archangel who once represented wisdom!
"I've got it, I've got death!" Malthael's voice was hoarse and low. He held the Soul Reaper with cold light in his hand and raised it above his head, facing Bulcaisuo's double swords!
The dark and cold light shines on the evil sickle, and the angry red light on the two swords filled with anger is rising!
The moment the roar rang out, the power of Bulcaisuo's double swords was like the toppling of the holy mountain of Hagaros, which staggered Malthael.
But as Malthael said, no one can stop death.
The two knives hit the ground hard, leaving a deep pit. The ground was sunken, and the walls around the pit locked the two of them in a gladiatorial arena.
Before Bulcasso had time to adjust his posture, the gray-black mist silently enveloped him who had just landed. Bulcasso, who had never felt weak since he set foot on the battlefield, was weak in Lian's hands in an instant. I can barely hold the two knives.
"The Nephalem will definitely stop you." The arrogance ignited by anger in Bulcaisso was gradually dissipating as his body became weak, and finally returned to calm!
But the barbarian's rage will never subside until the moment of death. At this moment, Bulcaisuo's round eyes are still shining with fierce fire, as if everything will be burned out at any time.
"Unfortunately, as a Nephalem, you did not do this." Malthael was still hiding under the hood, speaking plainly as if he was telling a destined matter.
"XIA!" Bulcaisel let out his last war cry. He condensed all his anger and concentrated it on his hands!
The most powerful power he possesses, who inherits the name Bulkatho, does not come from the charge and power of the earth passed down by the ancestor of the Bull Tribe named Leko, nor does it come from the second-generation immortal king Volusk. The power of ancestors!
Rather, it is the origin of Bulkatho's double swords, represented by the Wasteland suit, which comes from the power of nature and fury of the Storm Tribe!
According to legend from the Storm and Raptor tribe, the power of natural storms and the endless fury of barbarians are setting off a hurricane that can destroy everything!
A whirlwind was generated from Bulkatho's swords, blowing away the thick mist of death.
Bulkatho's double swords passed over his head, and along with his waist and footsteps, he poured the endless fury of the barbarian towards Malthael!
"Whirlwind!"
Whirlwind is a technique that can be used infinitely. As long as the barbarian's anger does not dissipate, this power will never stop.
Bulcasso's body danced with the two swords, lightning flashed and thundered in the storm, and the whirlwind generated countless sickles and weasels that spread around. The red light on Bulcasso's body was ignited again, which was the most real expression of anger. appear.
The storm is a gift from the power of nature. Driven by anger, bursts of thunder erupt from the storm.
Malthael once again picked up the Soul Reaper, and a red gem in his body was emitting a heart-stopping red light.
"Children of angels and demons, you have to know that everything with demon blood, I will give them death in advance."
Malthael's hoarse voice spoke these words, and with them came a death that was fair to all things.
Death will neither give more nor less, and everything in existence will receive its fair share. It's just that death is in Malthael's hands, and Malthael decided to give this fair gift in advance.
"I will let you experience death with your own eyes!" Bulcaisel's body crashed into Malthael's arms with the storm and thunder, and the two swords slashed at the dark heart containing the power of the Great Demon God in no particular order. On the soul stone.
With a "boom", the Dark Soul Stone was ignited in the barbarian's endless rage, and then detonated!
An unprecedented explosion occurred on the holy mountain of Harrogas. The entire snow-capped mountain disappeared with the explosion. In the end, the mountain turned into a plain. In its original position, only the damaged figure who looked a little embarrassed was left. Malthael and his endless army of Soul Reavers are coming - and the fragments of the Dark Soul Stone!
Bulkatho's final attack caused the Dark Soul Stone to be shattered, and the power of the demon kings in it had been completely absorbed by Malthael. At this moment, he was no longer a simple angel of death, nor was he a container for the rebirth of the demon kings. . Instead, it turned into a state where demons and angels coexist, or Malthael became a Nephalem!
