"Okay, the big baby you brought back needs to eat, drink and then go to bed."
The first-generation ancestor joked, with a rare smile from the bottom of his heart appearing on his face.
"Then treat today as a holiday?
Anyway, festivals are all about commemoration.
Compared with previous festivals that commemorated the dead, this festival to commemorate the living should be very good. "
Bulcaisel rubbed his beard.
When the first ancestor returned to the Holy Mountain, he was just a barbarian returning home.
This is a true heavyweight.
"Let me tell you first, I won't do any work until I have a good rest.
Even if the Holy Mountain lacks gatekeepers now, I have to wait until I get some rest! "
The smile of the first generation ancestor was somewhat kind.
It's a bit like the look Inarius gave Rathma at the end.
"Who makes you an ancestor?
Although basically all the guys you can see are ancestors.
But you are definitely the oldest one.
As for the problem of Inarius, I will think of a solution.
That bastard Rasma, I thought he was as smart as he showed.
The way to challenge fate is to kill fate?
How did he arrive at this conclusion? "
Bulcasso shook his head, a bit of dissatisfaction flashing in his eyes.
At the beginning, Bulkesso improved his evaluation of Rasma countless times.
In the end, it turned out that Rasma was considered a smart person.
Now it seems that Ramos is just a fool who is good at calculation and conspiracy.
This guy doesn't seem to have much to do with wisdom.
"If there is one person who can deceive Rasma,
Then there is only one name I can think of.
Our mothers still have a little bit of warmth.
But that guy will have no mercy on us. "
The first generation ancestor touched the two swords on his waist.
That expression seemed to be one of nostalgia.
"Seriously, do you really want to return these heavy knives to me?
I remember this was also your favorite weapon, right? "
There was some confusion in the eyes of the first ancestors.
This pair of swords named "Oath of Bulcasso" was a weapon forged by him himself.
In his true prime, he was not like Rasma who single-handedly created four sets of legendary suits.
But no one would doubt the strength of this first-generation ancestor.
The number of legendary sets he's made is simply overwhelming.
Traces of the Forger's name can be found in many legendary sets...
Moreover, although there is no evidence that this suit in the Wasteland was created by the first ancestors.
But when the shadow of the first ancestor appeared on the Holy Mountain, he had this set of equipment.
“I’m going to create my own legend.
To be honest, out of all the guys who have reached a certain level of power, I'm the only one using someone else's legend.
This in itself is a bit unjustifiable.
The Wasteland suit can also be returned to you if you need it.
In this case, you should be able to gain strength that surpasses Rasma, right?
Don't tell me that you don't want to teach your disobedient brother a lesson with your own hands? "
Bulcaisel looked indifferent.
If he wasn't wearing the legend created by Volusk, perhaps these words would be more convincing.
“Are you going to make your soul whole?
To be honest, the decision you made at that time seemed to me to be a brilliant move.
Among the Seven Demon Kings of Hell, only Diavolo needs to be feared.
The other guys can only be described as troublesome. "
The first ancestors didn't care at all what secrets they were about to say.
Everyone present is a group of barbarians, what is there to be shy about?
Anyway, the guy who calls the shots on the Holy Mountain now is Bulkesso, the immortal king, and has nothing to do with him, a guy who has retired a long time ago.
Bulqueso said that he wanted to create his own legend, which meant that his soul should be complete.
Until now, the first generation ancestors have not seen any guy with an incomplete soul create a legend.
“It’s just a matter of laying the foundation first.
Diavolo is very strong, but it is not impossible to solve.
I'm just a little concerned about where the guy who absorbed all the escaped fear is.
By the way, do you think this guy is your mother? "
Bulcaisel's tone was teasing.
I said this just to make the first generation ancestors feel uncomfortable.
It sounds like he is swearing, but in fact he is.
But nothing can be said about the first generation ancestors.
"I guess so."
These three words were squeezed out from the teeth of the first generation ancestors one by one.
"Hahahaha~ Yes!
Oh shit! It was this bastard who was able to stand up and lead us to fight back then.
It can obviously block the sword in Tyrell's hand.
But he didn't do anything! "
Cole shouted loudly.
Of course, he didn't know the explanation given by the first generation ancestor who cried blood every word in the high-level heaven.
But this is indeed not a problem that can be solved by any explanation.
The first ancestors and Tyrael made the same choice in a tacit understanding.
Let the devil of hell come directly to the place of refuge.
It also directly lifted the shackles of the Nephalem's power.
Although after that incident, most of the problems in Sanctuary were solved secretly by the higher heavens.
But for those who experienced the destruction of the Holy Mountain of Arreat,
That choice is “wrong”!
“Look, this is your choice.
So I never like the so-called right answer.
You were sleeping under the sacred mountain of Arreat. Don't you still know the character of the barbarian?
Let's take this opportunity to tell the truth.
What on earth do you want those three fools to do?
Why did Mardoc, the prophet of battle, choose to commit suicide when he could see the outcome? "
Bulqueso took out a bottle of wine he brewed and drank.
He conveniently slapped away the hand extended by the first generation ancestor...
“You and those guys will be pissed though.
But the fact is, those three guys are the most talented savages I've ever seen.
Although you were pretty good back then, you were just not the guy I was waiting for to realize my long-cherished wish.
Frankly speaking, does the position of the third ancestor have no benefits other than being a yoke? "
The faces of the first generation ancestors were all crowded together.
The position of the third ancestor is not a shackle in itself.
That is also a kind of protection!
In the years after the Holy Mountain was blown up, the ancestral spirits gathered at the Holy Mountain of Harrogas had no way to join the battle.
But the third ancestor is an exception!
Even if they died in battle.
Their souls can also be summoned by the Ancestral Summoning skill.
The three ancestors are the gatekeepers of the holy mountain and the protectors of the barbarians.
This is not without any benefits.
“I know there are benefits to it.
But if it was just for this, then Madoc would not choose the ending of self-destruction.
I want to know what this battle prophet saw earlier than us! "
Bulkesso's tone became a little more serious.
Although the ancestors who were watching all started to think along Bulkeso's question.
But they all remained silent.
"Madoc is my favorite seed.
He may have just seen the despairing part.
It's a pity that he didn't see further into the future. "
The expression of the first generation ancestor became even weirder.
He suddenly had the feeling that he was being tortured by Bulkesso in place of his father.
"Then what should I have for lunch?"
Bulcaisel said with a provocative look.
Now it was the first ancestor's turn to be speechless.
"Destiny is unpredictable."
"But fate is dead, his son did it himself."
Bulcasso raised his head and took a sudden sip of wine.
At this time, the ancestors around him learned that Inaris had died.
"Rasma was just deceived."
The first ancestor still wanted to explain something.
“But he was very neat when he struck.
Even I didn't react at the time.
I still want to ask, who was the idiot who told him that this was the way to defeat fate? "
Bulquesso had restrained himself from using the relatively mild curse word "brainless" to describe him.
According to his habit, at this time, he can express his emotions with a series of non-heavy swear words.
Rasma's clean scythe changed not only the ending of fate.
There are also many plans of Bulcasso.
"Well, if you insist on me saying that name, I will.
Malthael, the Archangel of Wisdom Malthael.
My brother has been fooled by Malthael for a long time.
Even when Malthael stood up and planned to destroy all existences related to demons,
That idiot Rathma is still thinking of ways to help Malthael. "
The first generation ancestor looked helpless.
Regarding Rasma's matter, he really felt a strong sense of powerlessness.
"Didn't that fool realize that he was more worthy of Malthael's death than the other Nephalem?
In terms of blood relationship, he is one of the original Nephalem.
If we look at the relationship with the devil,
He is also the one closest to Lilith!
What on earth was this bastard thinking about helping Malthael? "
Cassius, who was watching, finally couldn't hold back and started asking a series of questions.
"how could I know?
My father favors the barbarians, not me! "
The first generation ancestors finally became impatient.
"So you can't see the future?
Didn’t you say that you were also favored by fate? "
Bulcasso took another sip of wine.
At this time, Bulqueso was quite patient.
"The favor of fate is not limited to seeing the future.
Not every prophet of the barbarians can see the picture like Madoc, right?
In fact, most prophets can only hear a few words from their father. "
The expression of the first generation ancestor became even more distorted.
"I understand, the prophet can see whatever Inaris wants people to see.
He wants people to hear some of his nonsense, so that people can hear it.
Whether it's accurate or not is another matter, right? "
Bulcasso had finished the bottle of wine in his hand.
He stuffed the empty wine bottle back into his backpack and looked seriously at the first ancestor in front of him.
“My father doesn’t lie.
So you don’t have to think about whether he intentionally misled your prophet. "
The first generation ancestor appeared a little embarrassed.
The presence of the Prophet has been very important to the barbarians for countless years.
Although in many important matters, the prophets did not actually give any good solutions...
Most of these guys are just a group of mouthpieces...
Just like Madoc, he can know the process and result of the battle before the battle.
But all the battle processes and results he saw were lost to Bulkesso...
So he chose not to fight Bulcaisel...
This way of presenting cause and effect doesn't look like everything is predestined at all.
Could it be that fate’s arrangement for Madoc was a kind of matryoshka doll?
I want to fight Bulkaiso, but all I see are failures, so I don’t fight Bulkaiso.
Fate dictates that Madoc will not fight Bulcaisel?
If fate had to pay attention to logical relationships when making this arrangement, then this fate would really be a stretch...
"I understand, let's have a party.
Anyway, the fate is now taken by Rasma.
If you want to challenge your fate, just go to him directly.
Anyway, I don't intend to prove that destiny can be defeated by killing 'destiny'.
Also, do you really think Rathma killed Inaris?
At best, he just killed your father.
Inarius, the Archangel of Destiny, did not show up at that time. "
Bulkesso said casually.
Then the first generation ancestors directly put on the mask of pain...
“Don’t you mean that idiot Rasma did nothing but kill me and his biological father?
Are Inaris, the Archangel of Fate, and our father Inaris the same being?
You've made me very confused now! "
The first generation ancestor had a flash of anger again.
"I advise you to restrain yourself.
This is my sacred mountain of Harrogath.
If you dare to burn the environment with your anger here.
Then you have to prepare yourself to be beaten by a group of people. "
Bulcaisel turned around and left.
It is certain that this day will become a memorial day.
It's just that the barbarians outside the Holy Mountain still have things to do.
You have to consider whether to call them back to participate in the celebration at that time.
"Bourcasso is on top.
Can you, who is also called Burquetso, change your name? "
Herab's voice was a little weak.
This was the name he originally planned to call Bulcasso.
Now when I look back, I have to ask my ancestors to change their names...
"I know that when idols of worship appear in life.
This idiot Hairab will definitely realize that he is an idiot! "
Gruchak clenched his casserole-sized fists and laughed.
If the previous Helab was a crazy fan like a star-struck fan.
After seeing his first generation ancestors being reprimanded in front of him and being unable to even speak,
The kind of worship you had before will definitely turn into something else.
That's why he talked to the first ancestor in such a weird way.
"My father gave me this name!
Why should I change it! "
The first ancestor looked at Hailab with wide eyes.
"Your father is dead!"
Cole said with a sneer.
"Destiny is not killed!"
The first generation ancestor shouted stubbornly.
"Your father is dead and your brother killed him."
Kotur added angrily.
The first ancestor's face turned red.
Just when his anger was about to show that his anger was a little out of control.
He saw that all the barbarian ancestors who were watching him were eager to try.
"You are right..."
The first generation ancestor turned around and walked directly into the depths of the Elder's Temple.
He knew very well the virtues of a barbarian.
If a fight really breaks out, you will definitely get beaten.
After all, every immortal king is, to put it bluntly, the most protective of the barbarians...
Because they are the strongest, they protect the calf the most.
So they are immortal kings.
The former first-generation ancestor was also the first-generation immortal king. He could guess what Bulkesso would do if he did it himself.
Not to mention taking action in person, as long as he deflects, he can bow his head and get beaten...
But now it seems that he is no longer the aloof first-generation ancestor.
He is just a barbarian who has just returned home and is accepted by most ancestor spirits.
Just one more chance to "fight" together...
