"So you plan to start the celebration right away?"
The first generation ancestor looked helplessly at the bonfires that had been lit around him.
He was actually not looking forward to this celebration.
There is nothing to look forward to.
For the first generation ancestors who were already used to being alone.
A group of people celebrating him didn't make him happy.
On the contrary, it made him a little helpless.
“It doesn’t have to be right away, just today.
Anyway, it was time for Hailab to prepare what he needed for the celebration.
If you can convince him, I don't have any problem with not holding a celebration. "
Bulcaisuo glanced at the first ancestor in front of him.
There was just a bit of expectation in the eyes.
He was somewhat looking forward to a battle involving only skills with the first-generation ancestors.
After all, who among the barbarians did not grow up listening to the legends of the first ancestors?
Although there is no way to test how true those legends are.
But there are many things in common among those legends. The biggest one is that the fighting skills of the first generation ancestors are unparalleled in the world.
There shouldn't be much exaggeration about this part of the legend.
That's why Bulkesso has some expectations.
"Hirab..."
The first generation ancestors were speechless when they mentioned the name of Hailab.
Even he didn't know what to say to this guy who was called the Conqueror.
Stubbornness is a common trait among savages.
If we had to trace it back to the source, it would definitely be traced back to him.
Since everyone is a stubborn person, there is naturally nothing to say.
"You called me?
I just prepared everything I need.
So what, should I call Orek over? "
Hailab said loudly from a distance.
Speaking of Orek, the first generation ancestor seemed a little nervous.
"No need to shout, he will come by himself if he is willing to come.
Although I think he might be reluctant. "
The first generation ancestor sighed.
Orek...this is his son.
But the first generation ancestors had no idea how their son died.
He didn't even know where Orek died or what enemy he died from. ①
"As for the celebration, it can start at any time.
If there is anyone you want to wait for, it doesn't matter if you continue to wait.
Holy Mountain, this is the barbarians' greatest barrier ever.
It's just that the power of this barrier is not a secret to those guys. "
There seems to be a profound meaning in the words of the first ancestors.
“It’s no secret that holy mountains can explode.
The structure of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath is actually not much different from that of the Holy Mountain of Arreat.
Those archangels don't care about this either.
Anyway, they can't beat me now, and they don't care much whether the Holy Mountain explodes. "
Bulkesso said casually.
The power accumulated by the soul on the holy mountain is still strong.
But compared to the current threat of Bulcaisuo, the power accumulated in the Holy Mountain is not that concerning.
This place is the trump card that the barbarians use to make a last ditch effort, but the chance of using this trump card is not very great.
"Extreme violence?
I think you can only take this path now.
With so many seeds of authority gathered in you, it will be difficult for you to use any particular authority alone.
Especially your soul is not complete yet.
In this case, you seem to have no other choice but to fight with extreme violence. "
The first generation ancestor shook his head.
The situation is not complicated, but it is definitely not simple either...
Everything seems to be able to solve the problem as long as Bulcaisel pushes directly across.
But the only result that can be obtained by doing this is to bring peace to the world for a period of time.
But Sanctuary, High Heaven, and Burning Hell will all become a thing of the past.
Although this place is nice, it is not home.
"Why do you think I can't control the power in my body?
If I really said what you said, there would be no need for Malthael to plot against me.
Israel could solve my problem with just a slight adjustment to my balance.
It's a pity that they can't do it now. "
Bulkesso rolled his eyes at the first ancestor.
How much power he has mastered is something only Bulcaisel himself knows.
Although the concerns of the first generation ancestors are quite necessary, it is unlikely that such a result will occur.
"Now that you've said that, it's useless what I say.
But I can give you a guarantee.
I will definitely die in front of you.
In my eyes, you are not strong enough.
Even Uldyssian at the time was not unrivaled. "
The tone of the first ancestor was particularly strange.
It's like he has some unknown trump card.
“Don’t make it sound like you are invincible.
If you can really reach that point, then you will not acquiesce to the Archangel detonating the World Stone.
You may have forgotten that only the strong are qualified to sacrifice. "
While speaking, Bulcaisuo waved his hand to Hairab, gesturing for Hairab to come over.
“There is nothing wrong with the fact that only the strong are qualified to sacrifice.
But there is another thing you have forgotten, that is, the meaning of the existence of elders is to give young people more opportunities and time.
But generally speaking, the older the barbarian, the more powerful he is.
You will only remember that only the strong can sacrifice. "
The first ancestor had a smile in his eyes.
Although the number of barbarians is now considered endangered.
But the spirit that still existed still satisfied him.
The first ancestors are the source of all barbarians.
It's not just anger, this kind of authority is passed down through the power of blood.
There are also a series of things such as spirit, will and belief.
"You are already dead. There is no reason in this world to let someone who has died once die again.
Although your strength has recovered a lot with the support of life authority.
But you are no longer at your peak now.
Your body has long been in pieces.
Without the body that belongs to you, how much strength can you show even with the blessing of life?
You can't still be at your peak.
The boundary between life and death has never been something that can be broken without any cost.
These words are not just for you, but also for that idiot Rasma.
You have to go find your brother after all.
When the time comes, please help me bring these words to him. "
As Bulcaso spoke, he handed a bottle of wine to Herab in front of him.
Then he glanced at the first generation ancestor and signaled the other party to use the power of life to condense Helab's body.
Although it is possible to do this kind of thing by borrowing the power of the Holy Mountain.
But at this time, with the power bank of the first generation ancestor, the power accumulated by the Holy Mountain can be saved.
"Hylab... To be honest, I can't hate any barbarian.
But you really almost made me hate you.
And that Banal, I really can't understand why you are like this.
Even among savages, you two are the strangest ones.
Even Cassius, who likes to curse, is more normal than the two of you. "
The first generation ancestor complained, but the vitality was already passed on when he spoke.
"I'm definitely not a likable guy.
Even in the eyes of my fellow tribesmen, I am the most annoying one.
But what does it matter?
What my fellow tribe members hate is that I always cause trouble for them.
But they also admire my strength and like my heroic posture in battle.
This is enough.
A person can't just be liked by others, right? "
Herab is not polite at all.
He didn't even say thank you to the first generation ancestors.
"That boy Rumlow, please contact other young people.
Let's wait a little longer.
Maybe a few of those young people will come back later.
Although they can only be said to be barbarians, they do not have the concept of tribe.
But their children will be biased when inheriting their powers.
Maybe there will be a new tribe of bears, a new tribe of bulls, a new tribe of Tagus..."
Herab's tone was filled with extra expectation.
It was as if we had seen the barbarians repopulate and become a tribe.
“It would be better if there were fewer Tagos tribes.
You guys are so prone to problems. "
Bulcaisel curled his lips.
Barbarians from the Tagus tribe are particularly talented in the power of anger.
But it is definitely not easy to master something like anger.
Banal's crazy look before was an example.
"Don't you look forward to the birth of a new child in the Buck Tribe?"
Hailab was a little confused.
"If you call me daddy, then I will count you among the people of the Buck Tribe."
Bulcaisel squinted his eyes and made dirty jokes.
But he can really do this...
After all, Bulkatho is the last of the Stag tribe's barbarians.
In other words, he is the chief of the Buck Tribe...
"Come on, I'm older than you.
Are you still going to give your flesh and blood to help me build the body of the Buck Tribe? "
Herab just smiled.
Everyone knows it's just a joke.
“If you’re willing, I don’t care.
Sonya, who got a part of Kanai's body, can barely be considered a member of the Buck Tribe.
Just how to calculate it specifically, you have to ask the great first generation ancestors.
At that time, he was in control of Kanai's body.
Only he knows what secrets he left in that arm. "
Bulcaisuo said and looked at the first ancestor.
Let Sonya be your trump card, not just as a last resort.
It was also to observe Sonya’s condition.
Although Sonya is still alive, Sonya's "living" is thanks to the power of the barbarians of the first generation ancestors.
There is also the corpse of Kanai who was used by Rasma.
The final insurance is also to observe Sonya.
"Don't think I look like the kind of bad guy who would take advantage of his own children, okay?
The best I could do was to acquiesce in the great difficulties the savages encountered.
I didn't take the initiative to put the barbarians into crisis. "
The first generation ancestor said somewhat unhappily.
“Sanya’s talent is very good, even better than yours.
Of course, this is without counting Uldyssian's power.
To be honest, you have become stronger faster than I expected.
But if you have to say it, it only took Sonya a few decades to achieve the results of your hundreds of years of hard work.
Simply speaking, in terms of talent as a barbarian, Sonya is also very high on the Holy Mountain.
Although not as good as Madoc and the other three. "
The first generation ancestors gave their own evaluation.
Incidentally, it also relieved some of Bulkesso's doubts.
Bulkesso also recognized Sonya's talent.
But compared to the three guys who happily became the three ancestors at the age of eighteen,
Sonya also seemed less outstanding.
"Your acquiescence is actually the greatest harm.
I would rather not know this than knowing that you were just watching.
That way I can at least give you a reason to be busy with other more important things. "
Herab said angrily.
In other words, he is already a dead man.
If it had been when Hyrab was still alive, he could have gone to war with the first ancestors directly over this matter.
Barbarians from the Tagus tribe basically cover all the violent tempers among barbarians.
Although the overall temper of the barbarians is not good, the Tagus tribe is particularly excessive...
"What if I say that I did have more important things to do at that time?"
The tone of the first ancestor was quite serious.
“Then I will reluctantly believe it.
Anyway, the matter has come to this, and there is no point in me entangled with you on this matter.
At least I've never seen anyone from the future.
So I have reason to believe that our past cannot be changed. "
Herab drank all the wine in the bottle in one gulp.
“During the Battle of Arreat, I was wary of my father.
And Israel.
Perhaps Malthael is your greatest enemy in your eyes.
But for me, fate and balance are the biggest threats.
This is due to different experiences, so there is no need for you to agree with me. "
The first ancestor explained with a gentle smile.
“Looking at the past through the eyes of the present will naturally give you a feeling of superiority.
But the fact is that people in the present have no way to interfere with the past.
From beginning to end we are only able to grasp the present moment. "
Bulcasso took out a few more bottles of wine and placed them on the ground.
“That’s interesting to say.
You probably want to say that what fate controls is not the future?
I've had this idea before.
But what he did made me give up the idea.
Inaris, my father.
He can indeed determine the future.
As for him constantly changing the present to create the future he wants,
Or should he really follow his words, and the future will be exactly what he said...
I don't care about the difference between the two.
He's dead now anyway.
Although the Inarius who was resurrected from the high-level heaven still bears this name.
But he may not be the same father I knew. "
The first generation ancestors behaved particularly freely and freely.
There was no hint that he had been grieving the death of his father not long ago.
“If it’s the same as what you said, then there’s a problem.
Where did your father's soul go? "
Bulcaisuo sighed and slowly raised this question.
“If my father’s soul is different from that of the Angel of Destiny.
Then there is only one place for him to go, and that is to the side of death.
Guess whether he went to Malthael or to the death of this world? "
The first ancestor's smile became slightly brighter.
“That seems like a good question.
Maybe we can go find the answer.
Of course, you have to be careful that that idiot Rasma finds out about this.
Otherwise, he might head straight into Malthael's arms.
Although he is stupid, his power is not fake. "
Bulkesso said and nodded.
“Just pretend you don’t know what to do at first.
Malthael hates demons though.
But our father’s soul is still an angel.
Even if he married a demon, he was still a brother in Malthael's eyes.
He will not be completely erased.
At most, it's just a bit of hardship.
If it is the death of this world, then there is no need to worry.
Whether that death has ambitions of its own or not, the father's soul is full of value.
Through him, you can at least know many secrets of high-level heaven. "
The first generation ancestors are still calm.
Although the topic he was talking about seemed a little scary.
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