Nick Fury finally got a place where he could sit and talk and it made him feel as though he was being respected.
Of course this is respect.
Just because barbarians are called barbarians doesn't mean they don't even have culture.
On the contrary, the barbarians are probably the Nephalem who have the clearest inheritance of the past.
Because of the existence of the Holy Mountain and the fact that the first generation of Bulcaisel never died, the past has never been a legend to the barbarians. If it is not preserved, it is the personal experience of an ancestor.
This place is a stone house located next to the Elder's Temple. There is no decoration inside. There is only a stone that looks like it has been chopped into squares as a table, with two simple stools placed on both sides.
Even the one without a backrest.
Simplicity is the life habit of barbarians. Simple life and passionate fighting are the standard features of this ethnic group.
The sitting posture of Leiko sitting in front of her was not very regular, nor was she very ladylike.
The sitting posture of Da Ma Jin Dao made Nick Fury feel as expected. Who can expect barbarians to understand the social etiquette of today's humans?
After all, it is both cumbersome and full of hypocrisy from so-called "adults".
Of course, there is nothing wrong with saying it is part of "civilization".
"I need to know……"
"Before you say anything, are you really not going to tie up that team of hounds outside?"
Reiko looked at the so-called "oppressive" sitting posture in front of Nick Fury, and asked with some suspicion.
This look on Nick Fury is anything but candid and seems redundant.
Being led by several dogs and about to fall to the ground, no matter how you look at it, it will only be full of comedy.
Leiko did not tease Nick Fury because of this, which means that both parties in the negotiation have been placed on an equal footing.
"It's okay, I just want to know when Bulcasso will come back?"
Nick Fury had to adjust his posture to avoid being pulled off the stool by these dogs running to Leiko's feet for a head rub.
The first step of the conversation obviously didn't go smoothly.
No one knows whether Nick Fury is deliberately embarrassing himself in exchange for the other party's contempt or whether he is used to these behaviors.
But the impact is not big.
"Bulkesser? Indeed, he is the Immortal King. Perhaps you should listen to what he has to say about the future of the barbarians. But one thing is that what you have to say is indeed enough to make him listen. .”
Leiko smiled, a little narrowly.
She didn't think Nick Fury in front of her could tell that level of news.
As for the news that is not of that level of importance, it is enough to tell Leiko.
Nick Fury seems interesting, at least that's what Raiko thinks.
"If I say that I control the life and death of mankind, that would be pure lies. But if I say that no one in the world cares about this more than me, probably no one will object.
I want to know, in your assessment, what is the winning rate of humans when facing Malthael? At least how many deaths will it cause?”
Nick Fury's words were very serious, and this seriousness also made Leiko become serious.
Nick Fury's role is admirable, but his approach will only attract the middle finger most of the time.
Even the results may not necessarily be good. What are the benefits of this approach?
"To be honest, I can't get an answer to such a precise number now. If you had asked me more than ten years ago, I might be able to give you the answer you want.
But does that matter? "
Leiko took out the Immortal King's gravel hammer and put it aside, looking up and down at Nick Fury.
A guy who seems very smart, I don’t know why he would have such an idea.
Are you responsible for the safety of the world without everyone's approval? How arrogant this kind of thinking is!
The Immortal King's gravel hammer appears here just to remind Nick Fury to pay attention to his position. For Nick Fury, Reiko is an unstoppable powerhouse.
But Reiko has taken it seriously, so Nick Fury had better not use some unscrupulous agent tricks.
"Nick Fury, you may be described as great, but your tombstone will definitely not be without the adjectives self-righteous and stupid."
Leiko laughed directly, then took out the spirits dug out from Bulcasso's collection and placed it on the table.
At this time, Reiko looked as if she was not the one who made the reminder, and the movements of her hands attracted Nick Fury's attention.
Just when Nick Fury was about to use his electronic eyes to analyze, he remembered that he had come here in his true form.
He seemed to regret it at this moment.
Nick Fury's eye was not blinded because of irregular cat masturbation, it was because the fragments of the grenade almost destroyed all the vision in his eye.
But he didn't gouge out the eye, he just covered it with a blindfold.
Maybe the original accessories all over the body are Nick Fury's pride as a human being.
"Are you going to drink to my stupidity and self-righteousness?"
Nick Fury's single eye looked at Leiko's self-centered behavior with some dissatisfaction. Maybe there is still a curse on the barbarians in my heart.
After all, people who are despised will always have such thoughts, but that doesn't matter.
Everyone has the right to curse others in their hearts. As long as it is not turned into actions, it is definitely not wrong.
This is human freedom, the freedom to love or hate whom.
“Here’s to your self-righteous but greatness.”
Leiko pushed the simple wooden cup on the table. It was made casually in her spare time, so it looked a bit crude, but it would definitely not leak.
Nick Fury directly picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp.
Leiko smiled while drinking wine.
"What I want to tell you is that if Malthael wins, then all humans will die. Even names like death and eternity will appear on the death list. There will be no compromise, no lingering.
It's that simple. "
Reiko said extremely scary words, trying to see some panic or other emotions on Nick Fury's face. Is this probably a trick?
But she didn't get what she wanted.
"Then what if you win? Will all the dead be resurrected? Or will it be determined under a certain will who is qualified to be resurrected?"
Nick Fury's question was very sharp, and it exceeded Leiko's expectations.
What kind of person would think about this kind of thing before fighting?
Leiko thought that Nick Fury would at most ask questions about who else could be the winner besides Bulkesso.
After all, a battle had already broken out between High Heaven and the barbarians.
And those guys in the Burning Hell haven't given up making trouble either.
Leiko didn't understand why Nick Fury thought of such a distant place. The so-called ending was full of uncertainty, at least before Bulcaisel made his declaration.
"It will probably go back to the way it was before we were here. Of course it's just a rough idea."
While Reiko recalled the silhouettes she had seen in "Destiny", she speculated on Bulcaisel's thoughts.
In the end, we can only give this answer.
Leiko kept recalling, but she couldn't see the figure of Bulcasso in that memory, but she was sure of one thing!
That is, Bulcasso is not beyond the scope of "destiny"! Because she remembered that Uldyssian had appeared in Destiny!
Even though Uldyssian defeated the Nephalem's father, Inarius as Destiny! Uldyssian also had no record of escaping his fate.
"If that's the case again, I still have to wait until Bulcaisel arrives."
Nick Fury lowered his head, and a glass of wine made him feel tipsy that he had not seen for a long time.
Nick Fury does everything in moderation.
Unlike Dugan, who would exchange his salary for cigars, he has always restrained his material desires.
Comparable to the kind of ascetic monk. It's just that there are no such strict requirements.
Whether it is drinking or eating, it will not have the slightest impact on his decision. He has completely separated his humanity and responsibility.
This posture is very similar to what those archangels once looked like. Their nature and responsibility are not related at all.
Except for that guy Tyrell.
"Then you can leave with these dogs now."
Leiko rubbed a few dog heads at her feet and smiled softly.
Compared with Bulkeso's overly clear-cut attitude of love and hate, Leiko is more like an ordinary person.
At least a little more complicated.
Otherwise, he would not have had a unclear attitude towards Kanuk when he was an ancestor.
When several dogs heard these words, they howled in waves, as if they were announcing their reluctance.
Outside the stone house, Banal was staring at Kanuk.
Banal couldn't worry about these dogs, and Kanuk couldn't worry about Leiko.
Banal's inner softness is rarely specific to any warrior, but he can tell detailed anecdotes about the furries he once took care of.
And Kanuk, a... person who loves but doesn't even dare to say, uh, a licking dog?
"The question goes back to the beginning, when will Bulcasso come back?"
Nick Fury looked at Leiko with stern eyes, resting his hands on the stone that served as the table, maintaining his seemingly "oppressive" but actually funny posture.
"It's coming soon. When he comes back, you'll probably be able to hear the announcement of who is the final winner from his mouth."
Leiko slowly raised her head and reached out to hold the long handle of the Immortal King's gravel hammer.
His body began to exude a unique aura, containing the legend of Volusk, the courage of Joriz, and the angry aura of Leiko herself.
She has never been a composite of multiple existences, even if she is constantly adding some qualities from other existences.
But this is called taking over responsibilities, growing and polishing oneself.
Leiko is Leiko, and she won't always be the legendary chief of the Bull Tribe.
But she will always be the legendary Barbarian Leiko!
The warrior who always gets the most powerful trophies in battle and who always gets the most praise in battle.
Nick Fury did not change in this spirit, but the dogs stretched out their tongues one by one, as if they saw mice chasing and biting cats.
This is astonishment!
The hunters trained by Banal are not much lower in intelligence than ordinary people.
Banal's red light flashed and he was about to rush in. For the Berserker, these innocent little cuties needed his protection more than their companions.
His companions are all very strong, but these little cuties are far from being as powerful as he sees them.
But just when he was about to take the first step, he was locked by Kanuk's momentum.
"Get out of the way! Don't block the road, at least move your lazy PG!"
Banal's words were not polite at all, but in exchange, Kanuk's eyes turned red!
Banal was stunned for a moment, but immediately snorted coldly.
"Are you sure you want me to move?"
A thick threatening tone!
Kanuk only knows one way to move, and that's to charge!
Which ancestor doesn't know this?
Kanuk and Banal were naturally at odds with each other.
Because for Kanuk, the tribe is first, the group is second, Leiko is third, and the partners are fourth! No one but himself knows where Canuck puts himself.
Otherwise, his title would not have become a title among tribes like Chief.
"I will protect this holy mountain until Bulcaisel comes back! Even if Malthael appears here now, I will not be afraid."
After finishing speaking, Leiko left and started laughing. The power accumulated in the Holy Mountain for countless years rippled with her laughter.
This is probably what Warusk, who can only adjust everything in the Holy Mountain, expects.
The Immortal King needs the Great Elder and the Three Ancestors.
The Holy Mountain also needs an existence that can guard the glory when the Immortal King is busy.
Leiko's change was probably something Volusk didn't expect, but it couldn't be better than this.
"I won't be afraid, and I won't be afraid. But I still can't beat Diavolo." Banal snorted coldly: "What are you looking at! I can't beat Diavolo, can you? Got it!"
Banal faced Kanuk's bloodshot eyes and roared with displeasure.
"You are crazy, but normal people would be afraid!"
Kanuk burst out this sentence almost word for word.
Judging from the slumped posture of his shoulders, he was already ready for Banal to hit him.
"You only speak for Leiko, and occasionally for the Bull."
Banal said angrily.
Then he picked up the husky holding his trousers from behind, and rubbed the dog's head in frustration.
The husky flicked his tongue, and it looked like Banal's technique was very good.
"Do I need to pretend to be drunk now to avoid hearing about the disputes among the barbarians?"
Nick Fury deliberately pulled the corner of his mouth and pretended to smile bitterly.
Who knows what he is really thinking deep down?
If Coulson's fake smile is too professional, then Nick Fury's expression is the most natural acting skill.
But everyone knows that he never reveals all his feelings.
