"Hey guys, it's the holiday today, what should we do to celebrate it!?"
With a smile on his face, Vida stood on a high place and spoke to the other ancestors.
His arms were waving wildly, looking a little funny.
"Hell, how do I know what to do on this festival? This is the only festival that barbarians have besides celebrations."
Madoc put his sorrow on the ground, silently rolled a snowball and threw it into Vader's face.
It has been a while, and there is a thick layer of snow on the sacred mountain of Harrogas.
"Snowball fight? That's too boring. If you wrap a stone in a snowball, I might be interested."
Orlongus looked at Vader who was hit by the big snowball and said very boredly.
"How about opening a secret realm and playing in it?"
Korik sat by the fire, holding a large piece of barbecue in his hand and stuffing it into his mouth haphazardly.
"Whose secret realm is it? Yours? Or mine? Come on, the only secret realm that we old guys can use is the battle where Arreat exploded.
Do you plan to go in and watch Arreat turn into a huge crater in the explosion of the World Stone? "
Talik inserted the iron rod in his hand into the ground, and a sheen of oil could still be seen on it.
He eats meat much faster than Madoc.
While talking, Tarik had already dug out a piece of meat, inserted it on the iron rod, and started grilling it again.
"Then what do you want to do? Just eat and drink here? Then my collection won't last for many years. I don't want to have to be like that bastard from Warusk poaching other people's drinks after a few decades. .”
Orak sat cross-legged on the snow, the muscles in his back trembling as he spoke.
It is true that he does not have many collections, but Orac rarely digs holes everywhere, and he will not take the time to write down all the places where barbarians buried wine like Warusk.
"Let's see what Bulcaisuo says. On the contrary, we are already dead. Even if we don't eat or drink, we won't disappear."
Cole rubbed the hammer head of Hidden Peak's Wrath as he spoke, his eyes a little wandering.
"Tch, you are the most boring guy. How about we have a competition?"
The vanguard general Calga copied a huge flag and waved it casually.
It seemed like he had some interesting ideas.
"Let's talk about it, it's boring anyway."
Warusk dragged Rasuk's body forward. Rasuk's face had two huge bruises, which were the marks that could only be left by the Immortal King's gloves.
It seems that Warusk has already solved the problem regarding the previous lottery win.
"It just so happens that you have an heir, let's have a secret race to see who can come out the fastest?"
Calga stood the chess piece on the spot and said loudly.
The other ancestors seemed to be a little interested.
They are so familiar with each other that there is no secret to these ancestors who is stronger.
The battles between each other lack a lot of freshness.
"Who will open the secret realm? What is the battle process?"
Warusk threw Rasuk aside and asked with interest.
"Bulkessor's secret realm, right? His battles are generally gradual. We can't let the new recruits feel the oppression of Orak's era, and they are not suitable to understand what the fighting style was like in ancient times."
Calga replied.
"What about us? Just watching? That would be too boring."
Warusk said with some dissatisfaction.
What's interesting about the rookie's battle? It doesn't seem to have any meaning other than making them angry while training new recruits.
"Then what do you want to do?"
Vida asked nonchalantly, but his tone was not very calm, and there was a bit of anger in it, which made Warusk's beard flutter.
"It's not my business!"
Warusk disappeared directly with a little displeasure. If this festival was not the first of its kind, he would not have bothered to appear here.
The arrogant Volusk has never been very popular among the ancestors.
"If Kanai were still here..."
"Shut up, Olongus!"
Olongus mentioned a name, which was a name that the ancestors would not say even if they knew it.
There was a being before Volusk who was expected to become the Immortal King, a noble, kind and upright barbarian.
Orak directly interrupted Olongus's complaint, with some anger in his eyes.
Kanai is extraordinary in the memories of the older generation of ancestors, but now they rarely mention this name.
That was a tragic past.
Warusk slowly returned to the Elder's Temple alone, sitting on his throne with a rare expression of desolation.
Olongus's complaints still reached his ears, but Warusk didn't miss the guy named Kanai.
Warusk was not born to be invincible. When he was weak, he still had a guide standing in front of him to tell him how to proceed.
It's just that the person disappeared too early, leaving only a damn magic box.
"What's wrong, Warusk? You look like you're going to cry?"
Bulkesso walked out of the room where Kanai's Magic Box was placed and frowned at Warusk's expression.
"Tell me, did I choose the wrong path?"
Volusk slumped on his throne, looking like Leoric slumped in his tomb.
Perhaps it is very comfortable to slump on this throne.
"You fell asleep?"
Bulcaisel said angrily.
Warusk has always been proud, even arrogant.
Such words showing weakness would only appear in his dreams.
Warusk patted his face when he heard this and took a deep breath.
Then he cheered up.
"What nonsense am I talking about? Just think of it as nonsense."
Warusk changed his sitting position and became the majestic Immortal King again.
"You set up a festival to let the Holy Mountain release the power that you have accumulated for many years just to let us dead people have another bite of hot food?"
Warusk actually asked Bulkesso about it.
"This is just a memorable day. Why do you want to find fault with me? Or do I know something about your shameful past?"
Bulcaisel asked with a trace of doubt, and then he didn't realize why at all.
"There is nothing in the past of the Immortal King that cannot be revealed to others! Bulcasso, when are you going to let Rorschach see your secrets? I know that the so-called number of times is just an excuse for you. If you want to tell With his words, you can open that secret realm at any time."
"So? Expose him to the weight of the past when he's not ready? Young people need a little time to achieve their goals, instead of shouldering the burden of us old guys early."
Leiko's shoulder appeared on Bulcasso's shoulder, and then he waved his hand nonchalantly to scatter the shadow of the shoulder.
"Smug boy."
Warusk said with wide eyes.
My body relaxed a little and became a little looser again.
"Old guy, it's true that you are older than me, but I am already stronger than you."
Bulcasso turned around and planned to go outside to take a look.
He felt the aura of Ancient One, and it seemed that Ancient One had undergone some changes, so Bulcasso planned to see if his friend had encountered any trouble.
Volusk spent nearly two thousand years alive, and the time he spent after his death has long been forgotten.
"Really? When you bear all the barbarians on your back, can you still say that?
I am the Immortal King, and you still have to make preparations for my succession. "
Warusk muttered softly, and you could almost only see his lips moving.
If the first generation of Bulcasso gave the current Bulcaisal a responsibility, then only after becoming the immortal king can one truly understand what the barbarian's responsibility is.
All this is placed in the noble title of "Immortal King".
…
After Bulcasso walked out of the Elder's Temple, his steps slowed down.
Warusk comes across as arrogant, rude and forceful.
But under what circumstances can a weak person become like this?
Except for the first ancestor among the barbarians who was born powerful, the other barbarians all climbed to the top step by step from the weak.
Warusk is no exception.
This makes no sense.
Pride is an emotion that shouldn't appear in a warrior who is known as the strongest.
"What? After seeing the true side of Volusk, are you confused?"
Leiko's hoarse voice came, and she was already standing next to Bulcasso.
Today, even Reiko and Warusk have condensed into entities. This is the Holy Mountain's indiscriminate support for the barbarians.
"The real side?"
Bulcaisel felt that he had never experienced so many surprises in his life as he did today.
"The real side! You wouldn't think that the Immortal King would have to deal with less things than Leoric's useless bones, would you?"
Leiko said with some mockery.
Not far behind her, one could see the thorns on the evil-proof shoulder armor emerging from a stone.
Leiko frowned, but finally said nothing.
Canuck doesn't go around talking nonsense, that guy is stubborn and makes people move in the slightest.
It's just that Leiko will not accept love just because she is moved, because being moved and pitiful are the emotions farthest from love.
"So you are going to tell me this? I want to go see my friend now. She seems to have met some good things."
Bulquesso had no intention of delving further into this matter.
What Volusk carries will always be known when he becomes the Immortal King.
Bulcaisel would rather hear that past story from Warusk's mouth, rather than having it relayed by others.
That would be unworthy of the Immortal King.
"I think it will be of great help if you know this. At least you won't be stupid enough to use the magic box in all kinds of ridiculous ways. Haven't you heard enough of Jotun Kule's taunts?"
Leiko held her hands in front of her, squeezing her body into a more majestic shape.
"Kanai's Box? It's a great artifact, but what can I do with it? Put the Hell Demon in it and recast it to see if it can be turned into an archangel?
Or stuff rare demon souls into it and then upgrade it to a 'legendary' great demon? And then a higher-grade trophy emerges from the body of the legendary demon? "
Bulcasso said with some contempt.
He trusted his own strength, and it was precisely because of this that he succeeded in using his body to remember the feeling of the skills improved by the equipment.
For Bulkesso, those equipments are just pure equipments.
Legendary power? Except for those weird legendary gems, all legends have no secrets in front of him.
"Maybe? It's just that you've never thought of it this way."
Leiko's answer made Bulkesso a little stunned.
This doesn't sound very reliable.
So he frowned, became serious and said, "Are you serious?"
"I just think you should know these things, and maybe you can do a little more."
Leiko's eyes didn't escape at all, and she looked directly into Bulcasso's oppressive eyes.
"Even if you will tell me something that Volusk doesn't plan to tell me for the time being? Even if you plan to circumvent the will of the Immortal King and tell me in advance the secret that only the Immortal King can protect?
To be honest, Reiko, I never thought you should know this stuff. "
Bulcasso didn't panic or anything, he just looked at Leiko in front of him seriously.
It's something that only the Immortal King can know, so how does Leiko know it?
"Do you need me to remind you? Destiny knows everything."
Leiko said with a contemptuous smile.
A believer in fate, Leiko, who chose to sacrifice according to the guidance of fate, knew many secrets.
It's just that she rarely tells others.
Because those who know their destiny need to pay the price.
Leiko had long told her husband, the barbarian Joriz who was named a warrior, that he would die in a battle.
That was the first time that Leiko went against fate, and the future of those who know fate will become destined.
No external force can prevent that ending from coming.
Even at that time, in order to save her lover, Leiko tried to stop Joriz from setting foot on the battlefield countless times.
But how could Joe Ruiz, who was named a warrior, escape from the battle?
In the end, Joriz died in the battle just as fate showed Leiko.
Whether destiny can be changed is a question that Leiko has been thinking about for a long time.
Until she discovered that as long as she didn't know the direction of her destiny, her destiny would change all the time!
As long as fate does not cruelly show destiny to people who don't know fate.
Leiko watched a lot of fate, so she became a believer in fate.
It also meant that she lost the chance to resist fate.
That is the power of the rules of fate.
But telling a past event will not affect your destiny.
Nor is Bulkesso’s future destined to be anything but fate.
"Boring fate, you know I never believe in fate. I only believe in what I can see, and fate should restrain itself and not let others discover its traces!"
Bulcasso looked at Leiko with some regret.
Leiko's story is not a secret among the best barbarians.
Kanuk is over there, that guy who often behaves a little crazy and always talks about things about Leiko.
He seems to be planning to hypnotize himself by persuading others. What kind of love can last for thousands of years?
Maybe it exists, but it's just a "maybe" after all.
"I'm not here to discuss fate with you this time. I just think you need to know the secret."
Leiko said casually.
Then she turned her head and looked at Warusk who had been standing behind her at some point.
Warusk's face was not very good-looking, and his hand was empty without the newly forged gravel hammer made by Bulqessor.
But Volusk, who wears the Immortal King's heavy belt around his waist, is still the most powerful ancestral spirit on the Holy Mountain.
"So? When I'm ready, I'll know that. Now, it's time for me to meet my friends.
As a host, you cannot let your guests wait for a long time in the cold wind. "
Bulcaisel had no intention of talking any more.
Even though Warusk had no intention of stopping it, Burqaso still needed to make some preparations.
He is about to become the Immortal King, and then all the secrets of the barbarians will be revealed to him.
Bulcaisuo's figure walked away, and Leiko's face returned to calmness and she looked at Warusk who was standing not far away.
"Now, are you satisfied?"
Leiko said contemptuously.
"fine."
Warusk squeezed these words out of his mouth dryly.
"A warrior who was originally kind and could be said to be cowardly became a proud and arrogant person in order to shoulder the responsibility. In order to fill the trust of his tribe, he used roughness to show strength.
Volusk, does your heart tremble when your fist strikes your enemy's face? "
Leiko said with a smile.
Very bright.
Leiko didn't mean to mock Warusk.
On the contrary, she respected Warusk's choice.
The immortal king cannot change the will of the barbarians, but every immortal king is an existence recognized by the barbarians.
"No, because I have to be cruel."
"Cruel is such a gentle word."
Leiko turned around, her body seemed to be shaking a little.
I don't know if I'm suppressing a laugh or crying silently.
"Which Nephalem family does not bear the heaviest responsibility? Unfortunately, the druids had to hide in order to protect the secret.
Otherwise, Orak and the others would not have been short of food back then. "
Warusk chattered about the past.
The nephalem are gathered together in various professions, guarding their own secrets belonging to the nephalem.
Everyone is carrying heavy things, and Warusk is not the only one doing this.
"Bulkasso has been prepared for a long time, but Rorschach, how do you plan to make him sober up? Are you just going to watch him become depressed in a few words from Imprius?"
Leiko's voice was as hoarse as ever, and it was hard to tell what state she was in.
"The ancestors had a brief exchange before and planned to open a secret realm with sufficient qualifications for the recruits to experience it.
This is considered a holiday event.
Later I will ask Bulcaisel to open the secret realm of the Arreat protection battle, so that the new recruits can feel the tragedy of that time.
Of course, the ancestors would show up there and take them away as they were dying. "
Warusk chewed on his gloves and said hesitantly.
Harrogas and the Holy Mountain of Harrogas have different meanings.
This holy mountain was reborn after the explosion of the Holy Mountain of Arreat, and the name Harrogas was originally a city on the Holy Mountain of Arreat.
Even the barbarians at the beginning did not live in the bitter cold place in the north. They were just driven to the north by the magic of Khakistan, and finally took root in the Arreat Mountains.
The Holy Mountain of Arreat was also a name that did not appear until a long time after that.
Originally, the most precious thing in Harrogas was not food and medicine.
It was just an important substance to sustain people's lives, but it couldn't be said to be precious.
Neither are weapons and various war preparations.
That is just an important tool to protect people's lives in dangerous situations, and it cannot be regarded as precious.
Not even life!
Only cowardly people will escape death regardless of conditions. Life will be valuable only when it has the meaning of existence.
What the brave Harrogath people long for most is not the continuation of life, but the hope that gives them the determination and courage to survive.
Hope was the most precious thing in the original Harrogas city.
This fortress city longing for hope is the hope of the world.
The barbarians were originally the last line of defense against the demon army! Always guarding the World Stone!
Until the Archangel of Justice chose to destroy that thing, the barbarians at that time still had power and could defeat Baal and Mephisto!
But the Archangel of Justice didn't give the barbarians a fighting chance!
There are now a large group of ruined buildings on the Holy Mountain of Harrogas, which are the remains of Sescheron Fortress!
Bulcaisso was here at that time and became the last survivor of the catastrophe that occurred here.
By the time Bulkesso arrived at the Holy Mountain of Arreat, the battle had come to an end!
In the end, Bulkatho could only roar and kill all the demons in the pit of Arreat, but that was irreversible.
The former capital of the barbarians is here!
Volusk intends to let the barbarian recruits truly understand what the barbarians really need in that battle of guarding Harrogas!
And this may help Rorschach understand that justice only has meaning when it is implemented.
The justice you talk about is just the cruelest mockery!
"A big teaching session? I think they'd like it."
Leiko took two quick steps and disappeared from Warusk's sight.
Enough of this topic.
Being immersed in the past will only make you sink deeper and deeper, but the world will eventually keep moving forward.
Time will always catch up with human beings, and then stay far behind.
“I think they might be in doubt.
But so what? No need to fight if you doubt it? Someone has to fight, even Vader, that 'businessman', will still choose to fight. "
Warusk muttered to himself.
…
Bulcasso appeared next to Gu Yi, and the robe on Gu Yi was fluttering in the cold wind.
She looked much more relaxed.
"You look like you're much more relaxed."
Bulcaisuo walked up to him and said cheerfully.
The serious conversation between Leiko and Warusk did not affect him.
In other words, Bulkesso has become accustomed to everything happening.
Don't sleep because you're afraid of nightmares?
Worrying about tomorrow will only affect the present. It is Bulcaisel's choice to face difficulties and not worry unnecessarily.
"Yes, I feel the freedom of my soul."
Ancient One said with a calm smile.
"By the way, who did that sacred chanting sound come from before? I really want to meet this person."
Ancient Yi walked up to Bulcasso naturally, and the magic power on her body finally became her own.
Mana should be born in the soul and flow in the body.
The magic power of mages is the connection between soul and body, and it should not have a negative impact on one's body.
"Now you look a bit like a mage, but it's a pity that you are unwilling to accept the blood of the Nephalem.
As for the previous chant, it was Johanna's voice. She should be coming soon. "
Bulcasso looked at the Ancient One in front of him with some regret.
Ancient One's knowledge is enough to support more powerful power, but her soul and body cannot bear it.
Compared with the Nephalem, the innate gap between humans in this world cannot be ignored.
When Bulcaisuo's voice fell, Johanna appeared in front of her on her celestial horse.
The war horse's head stopped in front of Gu Yi, less than a palm away.
Then the war horse dissipated directly.
"Hello, mage. I am Johanna, a Crusader."
Johanna greeted with some confusion.
She came here following the breath of Bulcaisuo.
Bulcaisel just exuded some of his own aura as a guide.
Johanna came over on her horse.
"Hello, I'm Ancient One."
Gu Yi bowed slightly and lowered his head.
This peaceful gesture made Johanna feel like she was meeting Karashim.
"Honestly, you and the mages I have met are different. Maybe this is the reason why Bulcasso can have a mage friend?"
Johanna directly stretched out her hand to hold Gu Yi's shoulder.
She immediately felt the weakness of Gu Yi's body.
"Even the physical strength is the same. The mages I know are much stronger than you."
Johanna added.
She remembered that Li Min was interested again, saying that he wanted to learn melee combat methods from Karasim.
Li Min chose the Sinking Demon as the target to contact, and then tried to use the function of the monk named Fenglei Chong.
Turning the staff in front of him like a magic wand, Li Min finally got fed up and swung the staff to blow up the head of the fallen demon who was covered with injuries.
Facts have proved that some of the monk's skills are not so easy to learn.
Without the support of internal force, the appearance is just a flower shelf.
"I haven't experienced the power of the Law of Hope for a long time. It also makes me miss Karasim's mantra."
Burcasso said casually and walked directly towards the square.
Don’t miss the excitement there. This is a rare joyful scene on the Holy Mountain.
If you miss it, you'll have to wait until next year's celebration.
Bulcaisel did not intend for the festival to last three days; one day would suffice.
Three days is still too long.
Anyway, our ancestors lived a relatively leisurely life even if there were no festivals.
"I can survive the aftermath of Malthael's attack, then Karaxun should be fine too."
Johanna said naturally.
If it is said that Johanna resisted Malthael's attack through her strong body and defense.
Then Karashim, who is invulnerable to damage, can survive Malthael's attack more easily.
Whether it is Qixiangquan or meditation, it can prevent Karashim from dying.
But where he is now, Johanna has no clue at all.
"What I'm most worried about is not Karasim, but Li Min and Vera."
Bulcasso shook his head and said.
Karashim's ability to survive is worthy of recognition.
But according to Li Min's character, she may choose to fight Malthael head-on.
Can the mage's fragile body sustain itself in the face of death?
This is why Bulkesso is worried.
As for Valar, the witcher will not give up on his enemies.
Most of the time, the demon will turn into a sieve wherever it goes. Even if Vera does not suffer serious damage, she will look for opportunities to give Malthael a cruel blow.
The three original suits of Shadow Suit, Land of Fear Wheel Armor, and Evil Essence are all on Vera's body. Whether it is large-scale attacks, mobile warfare, or even assassinations, Vera is a first-rate expert.
It's just that Malthael is indeed not someone who can defeat him alone.
That's why Bulkesso is worried about them.
As for Nazebo, the witch doctor has many ways to save his life, Malthael should not be able to catch him.
The Necromancer enjoys the protection of Rathma, so there will naturally be no problems.
"Li Min is an out-and-out genius, but she is not as reckless as you think, Bulcasso."
Johanna said while smiling.
Li Min is like a big child, but how can a powerful mage lose his mind?
If Li Min really chose to stand in front of Malthael, then she must have her own plans.
Demon hunters are the type who are good at stealth and surprise attack.
Vera doesn't make rash decisions.
"As for Vera, she will probably try to trick Malthael and harass the angel while ensuring her own safety."
Johanna said easily.
Compared with Bulkesso, Johanna and Li Min have a better relationship.
"Now, enjoy the festival. I'll be busy soon."
Bulcaisel interrupted the conversation and quickened his pace.
Warusk's intention was almost written on his face. He probably understood what those ancestors wanted to do.
This is a big project, and the battle turned into a secret realm cannot be taken lightly.
The overwhelming demons looked really disgusting.
…
"So, how do we kill that Kingpin?"
Rumlow asked Matthew in front of him.
He held a wine bottle in his hand and shook it.
Spider-Man is eating barbecue. It seems that his life has been a bit difficult recently.
As for the injury, Spider-Man has already arrived at the Holy Mountain. It would be too stingy if he was not even willing to give him a medicine bottle to use.
"You ask me what to do? I'm also struggling with this problem."
Matthew said a little perfunctorily.
The Kingpin was far more powerful than he and Rumlow, and maybe Rorschach could provide some help, but it wouldn't be enough.
Matthew chased Rorschach's back, but the Kingpin gave him an even more terrifying feeling.
"Are you worried about your lack of strength? Matthew?"
A cheerful female voice came, it was Leko whom she hadn't seen for a long time.
Since the ancestor Leiko took over Matthew's training, Leko has not appeared in front of Matthew for a long time.
Today is a holiday and no training is needed.
So Reco came over to talk to Matthew.
"It's been a while since we last chatted, Reiko."
Matthew said with a smile on his face.
The threat of Kingpin still looms.
"What shall I call this lady?"
Constantine, who had been listening, asked with a smile, and then stretched out his hand.
He felt that the ancestor in front of him seemed easy to fool, and he wanted to get something from the barbarians to use as his strength.
After all, if an ordinary person wants to fight against a guy on the mysterious side, he must need some help.
Whether it was a shroud or a cross, he needed it all.
"I don't like the smell of you. It makes me feel like I'm seeing a scumbag."
Reko expressed her opinion about Constantine without any reservation.
It seems a little disgusting.
"Don't say that. You must know that I am the one left after selecting from a large group of people. Generally, we call such people elites."
There was no look of anger on Constantine's face. He had long been used to this kind of thing.
Don't get angry just because of a title.
"Those who are selected are called elites, and those who are left after screening are scum. Boy!"
Reko patted Constantine on the shoulder, with a bit of "care" in his eyes.
Then she sat directly opposite Matthew.
"Let's continue the topic just now. Are you suffering from lack of strength?"
Lei said with a smile on her face.
It is not difficult at all for the Nephalem to become stronger than before in a short period of time.
Especially for this group of new recruits, it only takes a few legendaries to produce earth-shaking changes.
Reko, who is familiar with legendary equipment illustrations, plans to teach young people a lesson.
"Yes, we have met a very powerful enemy. Maybe even Rorschach can't defeat that monster."
Matthew said with a wry smile.
“I trust Matthew’s judgment, but I haven’t seen the guy, so I can’t say anything about it.
But I still have a good way to become stronger. "
Leike said somewhat mysteriously.
She got the news from Kanuk, which Matthew and the others will definitely like.
"Ahem! Bulcaisuo will open a vast secret realm after a while, where there are opportunities to become stronger.
It just depends on whether you can seize the opportunity to become stronger. "
Leike gave it a try.
Her nature is nothing like that of her ancestor Leiko.
A savage who dies in the fifth battle has not touched many heavy objects.
She still has unrealistic fantasies about fighting demons.
Like an innocent girl, even though she has been dead for hundreds of years.
"A vast secret realm? This seems unusual. But how did you know?"
Matthew asked a little, which would help Leco tell more information.
Reco himself also liked this way of communication, just like a child who was eager to show off.
"That, I am a barbarian from the Bull tribe, I heard it from Chief Kanuk."
Reko said with a silly smile.
Kanuk is the chief of the Bull tribe, but he is not the only chief of the Bull tribe on the sacred mountain.
The other one is Leiko...
When facing Reko, Kanuk would be like a kind great-great-grandfather, trying his best to satisfy the child's curiosity.
"What's specific?"
Rumlow was calmer, and he was too lazy to coax the little girl Recco.
After getting familiar with them, Rumlow discovered that not every one of these ancestral spirits was as reliable as those powerful warriors.
Of course, the minds of the ancestor spirits stopped at the moment they died.
Although you will still feel the pain caused by the passage of time, it is a feeling that only ancestors who have lived for hundreds of years can feel.
Exceptions like Reiko didn't matter that much.
"The Battle of Harrogath!"
Leike said somewhat mysteriously.
Even though Rumlow and Matthew were a little curious, they did not interrupt.
As for the history of the barbarians, they can only understand it from the fragments of conversations between their ancestors. No recruit has ever carefully investigated those past events.
Most of them would only associate the name Harrogath with the holy mountain at their feet.
"The Holy Mountain River of Harrogath and Harrogath City are different! Let me tell you, what I wanted to do most at that time was not to be an adventurer, but to become the guard of Harrogath City.
It's just that Old General Qualkek's review was too strict, and I didn't meet that standard.
In the secret realm of the Battle of Harrogath, you can see the projections of those famous ancestors. If you can get their approval, you can get their legends.
And the most important thing is, you can use it right after you get it! Completely adapted to your level of strength! "
Reko's voice was not too soft.
Luke and Jessica on the side also became interested.
The two of them didn't have the threat of Kingpin, but there was still a Purple Man who they needed to kill with their own hands.
Becoming stronger is an urgent matter.
Although there is guidance from the ancestors, the sense of urgency is lingering.
So Luke and Jessica just came over.
Their actions attracted the attention of others. Except for Rorschach, who was autistic, and Thor, who was chatting with his sister, everyone on the Holy Mountain gathered over.
Plan to hear what they have to say directly.
"I heard that if you can hold on to the end in the Battle of Harrogas, you can still see Bulcaisso kill all the demons visible to the naked eye! There are not many opportunities to see Bulcaisuo fighting with all his strength.
Except for Rorschach, few others get this opportunity.
If any of you can survive to the end, Bulkesso will certainly not be stingy with the prize. He is the best blacksmith in the world. He can imitate various legends and he will definitely be able to provide enough help on the road to becoming stronger. "
Reiko said with a smile, her expression filled with yearning.
Every piece of equipment made by Bulkesso is of high quality.
It's not just a random toy, each piece can provide a huge increase.
"For example, the Bracers of the Ancestors on Rumlow's hand, as well as the Bracers of Destruction, Sorrow, Mercy, etc., Bulcaisuo can bring them out.
You should seize this opportunity and perform well! "
Reko concluded like this, and Matthew on the side frowned.
A vast secret realm, a tragic war!
This couldn't be as easy as Reco said, and Rumlow knew this very well.
"Guys! Prick up your ears and listen carefully! What's coming next is the festival's activities!"
Bulcaisel stood in the crowd and shouted loudly! It was as loud as a big bell ringing.
