Bulkesso took Rorschach into the Temple of the Elders, where Volusk was napping on the throne.
"Worusk, look at the little one I chose."
Bulkatho woke up Volusk loudly.
"You actually show off too?"
Warusk opened his eyes slightly and glanced at Bulkesso with a somewhat surprised look.
"This child has been approved by Tyrell, and he is very similar to me at the time."
Bulcaisel pushed the confused Rorschach in front of him, allowing him to bear Warusk's scrutiny.
After hearing Bulkelso say that Rorschach was recognized by Tyrell, Warusk sat up straight and looked at Rorschach in front of him.
If one can be recognized by justice itself, then the person is trustworthy.
It's just that Warusk's eyes are a little playful.
"This child has passed the age of physical growth. How do you plan to make him grow taller? Could it be that the heir you chose can only fight like a demon hunter with a dagger?"
Warusk's words were a little unreasonable, and it was always annoying to look down on other people's appearance.
Rorschach frowned, feeling unhappy.
"Come on, I'm here to solve this problem. He must be at least 1.89 meters tall, otherwise it will be too awkward when wielding heavy weapons."
Bulcaisel rolled his eyes at Warusk. He was used to Warusk's always contemptuous attitude.
"Kanai's Box? How are you going to help him? Are you going to throw him in and recast it?"
Warusk stood up and walked in front of Rorschach. Warusk was a little taller than Bulkesso. Standing in front of Rorschach was like looking at a child.
Luo Xia clenched his fists. He made up his mind that if the guy in front of him was going to do something extreme, he would give him a deep memory even if he risked everything.
"Ha! I think this kid is more like a Prius, his courage is impeccable."
Warusk turned his head and looked at Bulcaisu. The Immortal King's gravel hammer hung on his waist scratched the ground and made an unpleasant sound.
Bulcaisel returned the weapon to Volusk at that time so that the former Immortal King could exert a power close to his life.
After all, Bulkesso has no intention of living on the holy mountain of Harrogas forever. The more powerful Warusk is enough to face most of the troubles.
Even if a guy of the level of the Three Demon Gods comes to the Holy Mountain alone, a Warusk who is barely close to its peak can take care of him.
"He does not lack courage. He still dares to resist in the face of my momentum. If he can accept Tyrell's power, then there is no need to doubt his position. He only lacks strength."
Bulqueso walked to Kanai's Magic Box, took out a loaf of black bread and a bucket of high-level heaven spring water from his backpack, and then threw them into Kanai's Magic Box.
"You got such a great artifact..."
"Okay, Volusk. I've had enough of Zortun Kule's nonsense!"
Bulcaisuo interrupted Warusk. Kanai's Magic Box can produce countless miracles, but those formulas were only figured out through continuous testing by predecessors.
Barbarians also have similar recipes, such as the use of passing on the Nephalem bloodline.
As he spoke, Bulcaisel took out the Oath Keeper and separated his arms, mixed his own blood with the demon's blood, and put them both into Kanai's Box.
The energy of angels and demons, the pure blood of the nephalem, and a food container.
It's that simple, there are no risks, it's just that the food will become unpalatable.
But it's better than the hard black bread that can kill you.
"It's so boring. I miss Seschelon back then. How powerful the barbarians were back then!"
Warusk watched as he walked back to the throne and lay heavily on the hard chair. The handle of the gravel hammer at his waist was nailed to the back of the seat and made a sound.
Rorschach watched Bulqueso holding the suspended box in both hands without saying a word.
At this point, he has understood Bulcasso's maintenance and appreciation for him, so it seems that it is not difficult to accept being so well-behaved.
At least he hasn't seen any evil yet.
Kanai's Magic Box made a clanging sound, but the sound seemed to have a dissatisfied tone.
There was a loaf of bright red bread in the box, which was still steaming.
Bulkesso grabbed it casually and handed it to Rorschach.
"What's this?"
"The first step to qualify you to inherit my bloodline."
Bulkesso glanced at Warusk, and then continued.
"If you want to become a barbarian, you only need to enter the secret realm and accept the trial. But if you want to be my heir, you must first have the foundation."
Warusk closed his eyes again, as if he didn't hear anything.
Bulcaisuo is special. As the Buck Tribe obtains barbarians, there is no need for such a complicated process.
But Bulkesso's becoming stronger was not only achieved through his efforts.
There are many barbarians who have fought more times on the Holy Mountain than Bulkatho. Not to mention, Orak has experienced many more battles than Bulkatho.
But only Bulcaisuo had achieved this step, leaving Sonya, a genius who appeared only once in hundreds of years, to look at his back.
There is a reason for this.
Warusk knew the secret, but he didn't intend to tell it.
"Is it okay to just eat it?"
Rorschach took the bread and looked at it carefully.
"Otherwise? If the bread isn't for eating, why should it be stuffed into Diavolo's PY?"
Bulcaisuo put down these words and walked to the side hall.
It is said to be a side hall, but it is actually just a stone house built on the side.
Inside was that guy Constantine, who was not suitable to be a warrior, and besides, he was very annoying.
Bulqueso planned to check the situation and send him back to the city if he woke up soon.
Moreover, as a reward for delivering the news about Auriel, the barbarian had already returned it to him in the form of soul replenishment.
Rorschach took the bread and glanced at Bulkesso. Although he didn't know who Diavolo was, it didn't prevent him from understanding the word py.
Just eat and that’s it!
What else can be done?
Rorschach took the steaming bread and stuffed it directly into his mouth. The bread was very hard when he held it in his hand, making Rorschach feel like it was not edible.
But the moment he stuffed it into his mouth, the whole bread seemed to turn into a wave of energy that rushed down his throat and throughout his body.
Rorschach's body was changing, and Warusk, who had closed his eyes, opened his eyes in shock.
A pair of blue light wings loomed behind Rorschach!
"How is it possible? This boy's steadfastness in justice led Tyrell to directly give the wings of light to the Archangel of Justice?"
This is not the first time that Volusk has seen the light wings. Bulcaisuo has a gift from Imprius.
But Warusk knew what kind of courage it took Bulcaisel to gain the recognition of the paranoid Imprius at that time.
And how did the thin guy in front of him get recognized by Tyrell, who was even more stubborn than Prius?
Tyrael did not hesitate to break with his brother for the sake of justice, and gave up everything to come to the world just for justice.
How could the boy in front of him, He De, be given the Wings of Justice?
Warusk opened his eyes wide and leaned forward to look at Rorschach.
Rorschach's body began to change under the blood from Bulcaisuo!
The body seemed to be stretched and began to grow taller.
The condensed muscles on the body are constantly squirming, like a piece of plasticine being kneaded.
His body was originally full of the hysterical aura of being in the darkness all year round, but now it gradually turned into anger against the endless darkness. This anger directly turned into angry flames leaping around him!
The barbarian’s natural skills, fighting rage!
Full of rage, barbarians who have mastered this skill have greater power.
When the rage reaches the upper limit, the damage can be increased by 25%.
"It's incredible. If I had discovered this guy first..."
Warusk muttered.
"Forget it, only Bulcasso, he is the only one who is different. It might be better to leave this boy to him."
Although Warusk was shocked, he had not yet had the idea of snatching the heir.
After all, although barbarians with innate skills from the beginning are rare, there are still a few.
Rorschach's body was constantly boiling with anger, and it was supposed that this anger would gradually subside as time went by.
His body grew taller little by little, and did not stop until he reached about 1.96 meters.
The peristalsis of the muscles also gradually stopped, and the plump muscles were clearly visible and even the fat on the body surface could not hide the outline.
The clothes on his body became tattered as his body grew, but there was no sign of embarrassment at all.
The light wings behind him disappeared after a flash. The light wings of justice given by Tyrell will truly appear when Rorschach becomes powerful enough.
Then his righteousness will be clear to everyone who sees it.
But the angry flame is still burning!
"Damn it, the feud has not been avenged!"
The feud has not been avenged, and it is a rare talent among barbarians!
The anger no longer diminishes, but continues to increase over time!
A barbarian with this talent has the ability to deliver the strongest blow at any time.
There is no need to accumulate anger, and there is no need to worry about running out of anger when encountering unexpected battles. You can generate anger faster during battles!
Sonya is an extremely talented person, but she also gradually masters the talents of barbarians as she continues to grow.
The Rorschach in front of him had the two talents of fighting rage and unavenged revenge at the moment of awakening.
Warusk stood up, and the Immortal King's gravel hammer hit his throne, knocking off a piece of gravel from the thousands-year-old throne.
But Volusk had no time to feel sorry for the seat that was almost completely covered by him. Even though he had played on this throne every night, he didn't care about it at all at this time.
A pair of wide-eyed eyes looked at Rorschach in front of him.
"Bulkasso! Leave this boy to me! I will make him the immortal king after you!"
Warusk roared at the top of his lungs, unable to suppress his inner excitement.
His shouts spread to every corner of the Holy Mountain of Harrogas, causing the solid temple to shake continuously. The stones rubbed against each other, and a piece of stone fell from above.
Upon hearing this, countless ancestors immediately dropped what they were doing and ran towards the Elders' Temple.
They couldn't remember the last time Warusk was so excited.
Even when Sonya told him that she had mastered all the barbarian skills, he had never been so excited.
Because before Sonya, Bulcaisel had done this.
But Warusk did not issue such a declaration at that time!
The ancestors were very curious about who had this honor, who could let Volusk say that he could train him to become the immortal king after Bulkatho.
"You're dreaming!"
Bulkatho's roar followed immediately. Rorschach was his chosen successor. It was not an unreachable idea that he would become a strong man comparable to Volusk.
But only Rorschach, only this guy who has been recognized by justice, can hope to take over Bulkeso's responsibility.
Only this guy has any hope of taking over Bulcasso's secret.
Bulkiso copied the ancient legendary level Bulkiso's solemn oath and Bulkiso's warrior blood and rushed out directly. A set of wasteland suits on his body was shrouded in angry flames.
The battle flag has emerged behind him. If even the pair of courageous light wings have emerged, Bulcasso will have used all his strength.
"Give him to me! Give him to me!"
The suit of the Immortal King appeared one by one on Warusk's body, and a pair of dragon wings that covered the sky appeared behind him, bringing a sense of oppression belonging to the Immortal King!
"ha!"
Warusk looked up to the sky and roared, and the three ancestors of Madok, Kolik, and Tarik appeared directly behind him.
The Immortal King's gravel hammer was raised high in his hand, and then it was hammered down hard in the direction of Bulcasso!
"Xia!"
Bulcaisel let out a war cry, and started to spin with his feet. The lightning flashed on his swords, and whirlwinds rose on the ground!
The double knives passed over the head, and as Bulcaisuo rotated, the double knives hit Warusk's gravel hammer from bottom to top!
The ground trembled, and the snow on the holy mountain of Harrogath began to surge!
The clouds in the sky were crushed directly, and a burst of fire caused by the collision of weapons shone in the Temple of the Elders!
There was a flash of light on Kanai's Magic Box, sealing off the Elder's Temple.
The golden light curtain enveloped the two of them like a ball, barely protecting the Temple of the Elders, a place that had been preserved for thousands of years.
A dark blue light curtain rose from the Holy Mountain of Harrogath in the tremor, adding another layer of protection to the light shield of Kanai's Magic Box!
As the battle broke out, the earth-destroying paint cover tore open the protection of Kanai's Magic Box, but only broke out a few cracks in the shield of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.
…
"You deserve to die! What is that immortal bastard doing again!"
In the palace of death, the skeleton lady's voice was filled with anger.
She felt Bulcasso's aura. The previous aura of death had completely disappeared. Bulcaisso's aura that was more majestic than a lion and more violent than a landslide was finally revealed.
Although it was covered by Kanai's Magic Box and the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, this aura was still transmitted!
"May he live forever in sickness and pain!"
Death spoke the most vicious curses she could think of.
And a figure who seemed to contain countless worlds in his body shook his body, as if he had ingested a foreign object in his body and was a little nauseous.
…
"Bulkeso!"
Billie, who was bewitching Cytorak in the crimson universe, let out a scream!
Then he was casually swatted away by Cytorak.
The moment he felt this breath, he was telling Cytorak a bedtime story. His bewitchment seemed to be getting better, but a scream made the powerful master of the crimson universe feel dissatisfied.
This slap will extend the time for Bile to recover indefinitely...
In the hell next door, the body of the reborn nightmare trembled, and then the black light group suddenly expanded several times.
Barr trembled after feeling the aura of an acquaintance.
A lot of the hell power plundered from the nightmare leaked out.
Nightmare's consciousness just showed signs of electrical recovery, and then returned to its original size.
Barr adjusted his mentality and regained the power he had leaked little by little, but his actions were a little sneaky.
Baal was not ready to face Bulcaisuo, and that moment scared him...
…
When Gu Yi felt the aura, he quickly opened a portal. Because he was a little nervous, the portal was drawn a little irregularly.
She hurriedly moved her legs to pass, but was blocked.
This portal was passed to Bulcaisuo, but Bulcaiso's side was blocked by the Holy Mountain of Harrogas.
Gu Yi thought for a while, and then drew a new circle. This time she teleported to the square of the Elder's Temple, but there were no accidents.
At this time, Warusk stopped...
Not voluntarily...
The Holy Mountain of Harogath once again stopped supplying him with power, and then Volusk was directly knocked to the ground by Bulkatho's double swords.
"Leave him to me! I can make him stronger!"
Warusk lay on the ground, barely holding up his upper body and shouting loudly at Bulkesso.
The Immortal King's gravel hammer fell to the ground, making a dull sound.
The suit on his body disappeared in an instant as the Holy Mountain of Harrogath stopped supplying power, including the pair of dragon wings that covered the sky and the sun.
"He can take over my responsibilities! Can you let him know what it takes!"
The battle flag behind Bulcaisel disappeared, but the wasteland suit on his body remained the same.
The ancient swords had developed dense cracks in the previous collision. It seemed that they would not be able to withstand the slightest battle before the repairs were completed.
"I bother!"
Warusk's voice changed quickly from loud to soft.
When the first word "I" came out, it was still aggressive, but when it came to "bah", there was no movement at all.
"Can I ask what I'm going to do?"
Rorschach stood outside the light barrier and had regained consciousness. The anger in his body was still burning brightly.
He was the only one who watched the previous battle at close range, and the fervor that seemed to burn away his soul made his body tremble continuously.
But his eyes were firmly looking at Bulcaisuo in the light shield.
"You will understand when you break through my fortieth secret realm."
Bulcaisel put away his power, the suit disappeared, and the two swords were stuffed into his backpack.
"Damn! I XXXXX!"
Warusk cursed and gave up getting up, lying heavily on the floor.
He lost to Bulcaisuo again, but he had already gotten used to it.
While he was alive, he might have been able to fight Bulkatho to his heart's content, but he was already dead.
Even though the Immortal King's gravel hammer gave him a power close to that of his life, he was unable to wrest victory from Bulcaisel even while alive.
If you lose, so be it.
Now he is no longer the immortal king who suppresses the demons, but is just a soul on the holy mountain of Harrogath.
Even if he is revered as an ancestor, he is just a dead person.
"It seems that Warusk lost again and is still unwilling to do so."
Vader's voice came in from outside the Elders' Temple, but his tone was serious.
"It seems that Bulcaisel has chosen his successor? I just don't know whether it is a selection or a trial?"
Madoc babbled out a string of words, but there was no hint of curiosity.
After all, this battle was uneventful, and the ancestors suppressed all doubts in their hearts.
After all, the battle between Bulkesso and Volusk is no longer something that can be explained by joking.
