Bulcaisel didn't think that people from different worlds would understand the way to obtain information in his world, so he warned him.
But the rough and vicious voice made his actions seem particularly rude.
Although Bulcaisel was a barbarian, his integrity was recognized by everyone in the world.
It was just that when he accompanied him to the final battle, apart from his fighting partners scattered around the world, Tyrell was the only one who could be considered his friend.
Other friends have long since disappeared in the smoke of endless battles, leaving nothing but memories.
The ancient mage put her spirit into the glowing red gem according to the method Bulkaiso said. At that moment, she saw an existence she had never seen before in her long life.
The Skeleton King stood up from the throne, wielding the ferocious scepter and waving the cold breath of the dead, fully displaying the spirit of a mad king.
I saw Belial, the King of Lies, taking off the disguise of a humble illusion of a human body in the palace, showing the body of the Demon King of Hell that seemed capable of destroying heaven and earth, and seeing Belial dragging the palace into the Demon King of Hell. In the field, he fights with poisonous mist and huge body.
I saw the Magisterium where Magattan was based, the humans who had lost their minds, and Azmodan's endless killing legion of hell.
In the high-level heaven, the Archangel of Courage was bruised all over by Prius under the power of the Great Demon, and Diavolo's earth-shaking power crushed the crystal dome.
Until he saw Bulcasso, under the power of the Angel of Death, wielding the whirlwind that seemed to destroy everything.
Fragments of Bulkatho's battle experience were shown in front of the Supreme Mage. At this moment, she finally understood what Bulkatho represented.
Bulcaisel is one of the saviors of mankind, a guardian of justice and kindness, and the controller of endless rage.
Bul-Katho's ruggedness, integrity, directness, and strength left a deep impression on the Sorcerer Supreme's mind.
This memory flashed through Master Gu Yi's mind quickly. In a short period of time, Gu Yi had already read through those memories.
"I have to say, those battles made me scared. The scenes of blood and flesh flying around made me feel uncomfortable many times." Gu Yi murmured to himself and expressed his feelings.
Of course she can tell whether those images are just illusions. Although she has no confidence in defeating Bulcaisuo in a head-on battle, she does not admit whether the images are real or illusory.
She had personally experienced the anger and murderous aura of Bulcaisuo in that memory not long ago, and she could confirm that everything really happened.
From this memory, she could even feel that Bulcasso's power was gradually getting stronger, until it reached the level that she had experienced before.
Even though Bulkatho comes from a world that is completely unfamiliar to Ancient One, she has been able to determine that Bulkatho will not become a threat to the world.
Ancient Yi adjusted his expression that was a little awkward due to surprise, and bowed slightly to Bulcaisuo.
"Dear Barbarian King, Mr. Bulcaisel, is there anything I can do to help you?"
"You just believe me like this? Your straightforwardness makes me feel more favorable." Bulcaisuo was a little surprised, as if he couldn't completely believe the strange mage who appeared in front of him at first. He didn't feel that he suddenly appeared. You will gain the trust of others immediately in this world.
Even if he doesn't plan to do anything more to prove himself.
"The powerful force in you is the most powerful persuasion. There is no need for a strong person like you to use lies to achieve trivial purposes." Gu Yi said his opinion very calmly.
Although this sentence is somewhat flattering, it is Gu Yi's most sincere understanding of Bulcaisuo.
Ancient One, who had seen the power of Bul-Katho, was able to discern some of the information she needed, and the barbarian was really easy to understand.
Fire and liquor, fighting and survival, are the destination of these warriors.
In the world full of despair in Diablo, staying alive is already a difficult pursuit.
"So what are your plans now?"
Facing Ancient One's question, Bulcasso seemed a little hesitant.
After leaving the world of Diablo, he also lost the battlefield where he needed to fight, leaving only this sacred mountain covered with snow to accompany him.
He has no compatriots and no friends, only the burning sensation brought by the bottle of healing liquor in his hand.
"Maybe I'll see the world."
As he spoke, Bulcasso bit the tip of his tongue, and then poured the bottle of liquor-flavored potion into his mouth.
Mentioning the topic of the future, Bulcasso gradually fell into depression amidst the burning sensation caused by the strong alcohol.
"Earth, I just don't know if this is my hometown?" Bulcasso's murmur did not surprise Gu Yi.
She misunderstood Bulcaisel's meaning, thinking that this powerful barbarian wanted a new homeland.
As for the earth Bulcaisuo mentioned before, she also ignored it. In Ancient One's mind, that "Earth" was just a name, just like "Midgard".
As long as you are sure that this powerful existence is not a threat, why should you care about the subtle things?
It's just "going home" that has allowed Bulcasso to persist in his belief for who knows how many years, but now it's hard for Bulcasso to tell where his home is.
Is it the never-ending wailing in the shelter, or is it the gradually blurring and warm nest that only leaves a shallow picture in the memory?
"The world I live in is not as dangerous as the world you live in. At least most people do not need to go to the battlefield to obtain a meager living space like your world. Are you interested in settling here?"
The ancient pair extended an invitation to Bulcaisel. If this powerful barbarian developed feelings for the world, the world would be safer.
After witnessing the power of Bul-Katho and his companions in Bul-Katho's memory fragments, the Ancient One hoped to get help from this powerful barbarian.
The long river of time is not static, and Gu Yi has long been prepared for death.
But the opportunity to pay less when a subsequent disaster strikes is right in front of her, so why should she miss it?
Bulcaisuo's eyes were fixed on Gu Yi's face. This was the first time he took a closer look at this bald woman.
Even the female monk companions who followed Karashim to the sanctuary from the Sky Temple did not completely shave off their hair.
This image is too rare for women.
But the bald image of Master Gu Yi has a charm that is difficult to express in words. It has nothing to do with gender, but simply human beauty.
"Then Master, help me open a blacksmith shop among the crowd. Apart from fighting, this is the only thing I can do."
Bulcaisuo stared at Ancient One and spoke in the smallest voice he could make.
Even though Bulcaisel's voice was still deep and powerful, it was no longer harsh.
