"I thought you would be delayed longer, Bulcaisel."
Warusk on the floor struggled to raise his head and said.
The reason why he is in this position is because his injury is not much better.
Even the first generation ancestors jumped out and distributed a life to the ancestors on the holy mountain.
But Dudu seems to have missed Warusk. Ordinarily, the first generation ancestors would not make such a mistake.
“If I stay away longer, I’m afraid I won’t even know what the Holy Mountain will look like when I come back.
Volusk, I think you know how important the Holy Mountain of Harrogas is to us and to me. "
Bulcaisuo looked at Warusk lying on the ground with deep eyes, and then sat directly next to Warusk.
“Do you need me to hand-feed you some wine?
Or are you finally planning to stand up? "
Bulcaisel took out several bottles of wine from his backpack and placed them one by one in front of Warusk.
"Oh, you never took the existence outside of you seriously from the beginning.
Be honest, who else do you think you can trust besides yourself?
I don't know if this is your nature or the warning Uldyssian left for you. If it is the latter, then I can only praise Uldyssian for his foresight. "
Warusk immediately lowered his head, his face flat on the ground, as if the towering bridge of his nose did not exist.
"Shadow Fang was brought to the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, do you have anything to say?
In addition, Kanai and Diavolo are both inside the Dark Soul Stone.
If you have something to tell them, you can just say it and they can hear it.
Of course, you can also meet them in person if you plan to. "
Burcasso casually crushed the mouth of a wine bottle, tilted his head and poured it into his mouth.
Is moderate drinking good for your health?
That's true, but it's meant for drunkards.
In fact, alcohol can only do harm once it enters the body.
It's just that the physical condition of the Nephalem is much better than that of ordinary people, and barbarians are famous for their physical strength among the Nephalem.
This prevented these soldiers from falling under the influence of alcohol.
"What do I have to say?
I want to say that no one can defeat death, but you will definitely say that I am farting. "
Warusk's face was still pressed against the ground, and his voice became a little weird.
"No, it is true that no one can defeat death. At most, they can only escape the arrival of death.
Even though our lifespan is still unknown, it is undeniable that we will still die.
That’s what people are, isn’t it? "
Bulcaisel patted the ground of the Elders' Temple, and bursts of power surged up and poured into Volusk's body.
This energy may not be enough to restore Volusk to his peak, but it is more than enough to give him basic mobility.
"You can use the ancestor summons now, I'm back with Kanai.
Your strongest side can finally appear in front of these guys, aren't you happy? "
Bulcaisel had an indifferent expression on his face. Just looking at his expression made him unable to feel happy.
What does Warusk look like when he's at his most powerful?
He changed into the form of the Fury of the Berserker, and next to him stood Kanai's ancestral spirit.
One Kanai is enough to rival the three ancestors. Although Kanai doesn't like the path Volusk chose,
But there is no denying the power of Warusk.
"Why did you call him out?
See how embarrassed I am now?
Instead of talking to me about Kanai, you should think about how the powerful people in this world view us. "
Warusk sat up and took away a bottle of wine.
"They won't thank us because our presence puts them in a position to face an enemy they shouldn't have to face.
If this kind of thing happens to you and me, neither you nor I would like someone who brings danger.
Then there is no reason to ask others to do things that we cannot do. "
Bulcaisel knocked on his head. The confrontation between Diavolo and Kanai was a bit too noisy.
"I thought you already had full trust in that mage."
A trace of ridicule appeared on Warusk's face.
"Of course I trust them.
But that doesn’t stop them from hating us when faced with disaster.
At most, it's just a fight. The one who survives is the winner, and the winner naturally has the right to speak. "
Bulcaisel tilted his head and tapped the ground gently with his hand, as if he was planning to hum a tune at any time.
Bulcaisel has never concealed his selfishness and desires. The strong always have to be more obvious.
Otherwise, what is the difference between them and other living beings?
Sing as loudly as possible!
When you curse, you should use the most foul words to express your anger.
Of course, there should be no regrets when dying in battle.
Because living has given them enough time to enjoy everything they can, such as the flesh and blood of demons and the spring water of angels.
There are also delicious foods that can be encountered occasionally.
"Do you think you're a good person?"
Warusk became a little verbose. He asked Kanai this question back then.
But Kanai didn't give him an answer.
"A good person? Anyone who does anything for others is considered a good person, but when you help one person, you may hurt another person.
So what does it mean to be a good person?
It's like you challenged death without overestimating your capabilities, and then caused a lot of losses to the barbarians.
So are you a good person? "
Bulkesso raised his head and took a careful look at Warusk.
With tired eyes, a thin face, and a shriveled body, it seemed that he could only stand by relying on his strong bones.
"Of course I am, who dares to stand in front of me and say that I am a bad person?
It's you? Or Kanai? Or those guys who are enjoying the living space I bought from the devil with their lives, but they keep scolding me?
No one dares to say that I am a bad person in front of me, so I am a good person. "
Warusk tugged from behind and dragged out the Immortal King's gravel hammer with some difficulty.
"I still remember the gravel hammer you imitated for the first time. That thing was perfect for swatting flies."
After speaking, Warusk took a sip of wine.
"I saw the scars left by Odin on Diavolo's body. It is obvious that hatred has begun to breed in this world.
They will hate me, they will hate you, they will even resent the barbarians.
But when the devil appears in front of them, they are still worthy of belief. "
Bulcaisel was talking incoherently.
This has been proven before.
The hatred between the nephalem is inherently messy.
Barbarians and mages, mages and monks, druids and necromancers, witchers and wizards...
It seems like the mage has more enemies...
But no matter how much hatred there is between them, they still try their best when facing the devil.
Perhaps this is because of the first generation Nephalem. Anyway, demons have always existed as the biggest enemy.
"Thor didn't get all the power and opportunities I had, although I do admire him..."
"Nonsense! Your secret realm has been polluted, can he still see your power and authority as the Immortal King from it?
But it doesn't matter, Rorschach is there, and he will become the next Immortal King.
Even though he now has the power of Diavolo and Tyrael in his body, I still think so. "
Bulcaisel took the wine bottle and touched it with Warusk.
The two big men poured wine into their mouths together.
"Here we go again, although I'm not too impressed with Uldyssian, but Kanai said that Uldyssian would always do this kind of thing.
Speaking to himself, outsiders have no idea why he is so confident.
Are you Bulcaisel or Uldyssian?
Or shirtless..."
"Snapped!"
With such a big mouth, Warusk spun three times on the ground.
"I don't like this name. Although I just feel very embarrassed, I don't want to hear it."
Bulcaisel stroked his beard, showing no emotion on his face.
But there's no need to look at their faces to see his current mood.
Bulqueso's actions speak for themselves.
"Maybe you are born different from us, at least I understood after I learned what a tie is."
Warusk shook his head and sat back down, then poured all the wine into his mouth that he had just struggled to protect from spilling.
"You and Uldyssian shouldn't have been born in our world.
Perhaps the Great Demon God is bound to appear. Perhaps after the destruction of the Holy Mountain of Arreat, the barbarians should have lost their foundation.
Perhaps, after the Great Demon God appeared, it was Sonya and other young warriors who sought victory.
In all this trajectory, the most normal development is probably without you, right?
I should have thought a long time ago that only those born outside the world can escape their fate.
Although that guy Madoc has never said this, Leiko has also been silent about your matter.
But I know that you are not favored by the cruel love of fate. "
Warusk rubbed the swollen left side of his face and rambled.
"Perhaps you should stick out the right side of your cheek and let me slap it, so that you look a bit like you were when you were young."
Bulkesso did not answer Volusk's question directly.
"I remember the first time I saw the first ancestor, he was wearing a wasteland suit, with the double swords in your hands on his waist.
When I saw you put on the legend for the first time, I thought I saw him. "
Warusk's voice became distant, as if he was telling an eternal story.
"So who asked Hairab to object to my name change?"
Burcasso took over the topic in passing.
He did not expect that his name would be "Bulkess" at first, although there is no rule among barbarians that they cannot have the same name as their ancestors.
But the status of the first generation ancestors is also extraordinary.
“Maybe Madoc?
Anyway, when you were young, you had no idea that you would become the most powerful warrior. At that time, you looked stupid day by day.
I doubted that you would starve to death due to getting lost or something like that.
I didn't let go of this worry until I saw you stuffing a lot of black bread into your backpack. "
Warusk crushed the empty wine bottle with his hands until it was like dust, and then blew it away in one breath.
"Even though you are dead, you still can't let go of the responsibility of the Immortal King. Obviously you can close your eyes at that time."
"Close your eyes? That's simple. If you died in battle, wouldn't you have any thoughts of revenge?"
"I don't know. I might have been resentful before, but now I can't even feel fear. I don't know if I will be very calm when facing death."
"Tch, I believe that your soul will become complete at the moment of death, and then you will cry like a stupid-beep-beep when the fear that has accumulated for many years explodes."
Say what you want to say in a silenced voice, Warusk, I really have you!
“That’s enough gossip, I’ll give you a farewell drink as well.
Then Volusk, the great second-generation immortal king.
Are you ready to face Kanai? Of course you still have to face your fears. "
Bulkesso said noncommittally.
If nothing unexpected happens, Warusk and Kanai will probably realize their long-cherished wish.
After that, the two ancestors could close their eyes peacefully and enjoy eternal tranquility.
Bulquesso wasn't sure whether this was a good thing or not.
"Oh~ I thought of this before, so I left something behind Orek.
If the child Thor returns to the Holy Mountain again, take him to find Orek. "
Warusk clapped his hands and stood up, then easily picked up all the wine piled on the ground in his hands.
When you go to meet an old friend that you have wanted to see for a long time, you can't go empty-handed.
"If I vomited while drinking in the Dark Soul Stone, would you ask about the sour smell of the vomit?"
Warusk squinted his eyes and smiled evilly, looking a little more free and easy.
His body grew stronger bit by bit, as if it were inflated, and his shriveled muscles became elastic again.
"Most likely not, but I will probably feel sick."
Burcasso smiled, and then patted Rorschach unconscious again, who was about to wake up.
It's not time for Rorschach to wake up yet.
As for what Warusk left for Thor, Bulcaisel didn't want to know.
"Ha, I think you'll like it.
I love how Diavolo’s soul turned into wine-flavored nutrients!
At that time, you will be one step closer to realizing your dream. "
Warusk twisted his neck, and now his face had returned to what it looked like when he was at his best, except that one side of his face was swollen, making him less majestic.
"Seriously, how about you let me slap you again, so that when you see Kanai, you can still say that you have gained weight."
Bulcasso rubbed his eyes, wondering if there was sand in them.
"Let me tell you one more thing, don't disgrace the barbarians.
After you sit on the throne, your every move can represent the barbarian.
We are called barbarians, and we even accept this title ourselves.
But we have civilization, inheritance, knowledge, and everything that any civilization should have.
If you are embarrassed one day, kill all the guys who see your shame!
Then you will still be the perfect immortal king. "
Warusk walked in the direction of Bulcaisuo, and as he walked, his figure gradually turned into a ray of light and rushed into the dark soul stone.
Only one bottle of wine fell into Bulcasso's hands.
"This is the last bottle of my treasure. If you want to free Cassius, give it to him.
If he doesn't want it, just drink it.
Anyway, it's not that delicious. It's brewed with Andariel's paws. It always smells like feet when I drink it. That's why it was regarded as a reward for the warriors. "
Warusk left his last words, and then disappeared in front of Bulkesso!
A ray of light flashed across the dry throne with signs of damage everywhere, and it became completely new.
From this point on, no one would tell Bulcaisel what to do.
Everything about the barbarian must be borne by him alone!
Warusk's collection has always been small, and is used as a prize to praise heroes. This is the last bottle.
Anyway, if any heroes are born among the barbarians in the future, it should be Bulcaisel who rewards them.
This wine with the smell of feet depends on whether Cassius is willing to enjoy the eternal tranquility.
