On the holy mountain of Harrogas, Bulcaisuo has stood up.
He and the first ancestors were walking towards the entrance of the Elders' Temple.
There are the highest steps on the Holy Mountain...
Yes, among the savages they don't even have a high platform from which to speak.
But this is not that important. What is important is that they are about to ring the bell for the celebration!
“Because Prius, now that it’s here, don’t hide.
The Holy Mountain welcomes the brave.
And you are courage, and at this time, the last bit of the archangel smell has finally faded away from you. "
Bulcaisel glanced in the air.
Only then did everyone notice that the setting sun had not moved for a long, long time.
Of course it’s not the sunset, it’s the Prius!
"I'm afraid that the news I will tell you later will get me beaten up.
But since you invited me, of course I have to come. "
Because the figure of the Prius is getting closer and closer.
The brilliance on him became increasingly dim.
By the time Imprius's feet set foot on the ground, he was no different from an ordinary person.
“The aura on your body is fear?
Just like the kid brought by Matthew.
You don't get infected by the source of fear without knowing anything about it.
Tell me, where is Diavolo?
And when do you want me to leave. "
Bulcaisel looked at Imperius standing in front of him.
His expression was very calm.
It was as if what he was asking was not news about the most terrifying demon.
“I helped him hold the key to the end of the world.
But believe me, what high-level heavens want is not the destruction of the world.
Nor is it to go to the crowd to harvest faith in the face of the crisis of annihilation.
I'm just forcing Malthael to make a choice. "
Imprius told a little bit about what he had done.
As for the more detailed content, he still needs to brew it.
It wasn't that he was afraid of the possibility of being beaten violently.
I just want to find a way to say something that will not easily anger the barbarians.
Helping Diavolo can be considered a provocation to the barbarians.
"Destroying the most important authority?
That's really great.
Are you going to ask me to put an end to this somewhat sudden celebration?
Then let me see what kind of strength Diavolo has at this time?
Or that you can't wait to see me become whole again?
And then take away my courage and magnify my fear?
Trying to make me give in? "
Bulkesso's words seemed like a joke.
But the expressionless look on his face would make no one think that his words were just a joke.
"of course not.
After you deal with Diavolo, there is no need to let your fear sleep.
Although this means I can also influence your mind.
But you should at least trust your friends. "
In Prius said without any worries.
Because the Prius doesn't lie.
The most he can do is conceal a little information.
But when facing friends, Prius's arrogance makes him never hurt his friends.
“Then let’s wait until our celebration is over.
I think Auriel should be looking forward to the ringing of the bell transformed into a battle cry now.
Malthael is already here, I can feel it. "
There was a hint of sarcasm on Bulkesso's face.
His sarcasm was directed at Malthael.
Bulkatho knew exactly the order in which Malthael did things.
Before solving the Burning Hell, he would never regard the Nephalem as his first target.
Because there is not much need to do so.
But to say that Malthael would be kind to the Nephalem would be an outright lie.
Who would speak kindly to their second most important enemy? Just because the other party is not your first target?
Maybe some people would do that, but not Malthael!
He is an archangel.
The most typical and clearest kind of aloof archangel.
There is no friendship between Malthael and the Nephalem!
"I thought you would chop off Malthael's head immediately.
It seems that you are still very calm. "
Inprius smiled.
Then he took out a bottle of cheap liquor bought from a convenience store at the corner of the street and threw it to Bulkesso.
Because Prius is a little short of money now...
Although not to the extent that I can take advantage of my lack of need for rest and work full time.
But now he works three jobs a day...
In addition to this, we have to deal with matters belonging to the Archangel of Courage.
He was already very busy.
This bottle of wine is completely social for Imprius...
It's not even necessary.
“It’s really your style.
As an Archangel of Courage, you must abide by the iron laws of the higher heavens.
As a person, you must live a good life. "
There was no sarcasm in Bulcaisel's smile.
A little more admiration.
There are not many people in this world who can exist like Imprius.
“The Archangel of Courage is my past.
Because the Prius is my present.
As for my future, it depends on what path the world will eventually take. "
Because Prius smiled heartily.
That face, which was not outstanding, was very sincere.
"For our friendship."
Bulcaisel said and threw his best aged wine to Imprius.
"Is it possible that you haven't learned how to drink alcohol after such a long time?"
Bulqueso's words were completely a joke between friends.
Although the ancestors present still have a bad impression of the Prius.
But after all, he didn't say anything at this time.
The Holy Mountain is the home of the barbarians.
As a parent, the Immortal King invites his friends to his home, but they cannot drive each other out.
Besides, the person who came here was not an archangel, but just because of the Prius.
“I learned a little bit.
But still don't like it very much.
I prefer juice to liquor. "
Because of the Prius, the smile is even brighter.
Then the two people raised the wine in their hands and gestured from the distance.
Then he opened the bottle and started drinking.
The first generation ancestor stood aside and looked at Iprius quietly.
He was no stranger to the Archangel of Courage.
"Isn't this my nephew?
Now that I am alone, should you call me uncle?
Of course, even if I am still an archangel, you should still call me Uncle Imprius. "
Because Prius didn't show any expression after finishing the drink.
He turned his head directly and said to the first generation ancestor.
"I have long said that the first generation ancestor should change his name."
Hailab murmured quietly.
The first ancestor and Bulkatho used the exact same name.
If he really called Uncle Imprius at this time, it would make Bulcasso a little embarrassed.
"Indeed, I should call you uncle.
But are you really sure you want me to call you this?
If I have to count from this side, then I have to call Uncle Barr.
You will become Barr's junior.
Perhaps the Burning Hell will treat this matter as some kind of fun and it has been circulating in this world for thousands of years. "
The words of the first ancestor made Imprius unable to continue this topic...
Lilith is nominally the daughter of Mephisto...
It would be really embarrassing to discuss seniority.
But this seems a bit more embarrassing for the real Diavolo...
"I am my own third uncle"?
But he most likely wouldn't care about such a thing.
“That’s it for this topic.
I'm not here to listen to you sort out your family relationships. "
The corners of Bulcasso's mouth twitched.
The reunion of friends, who had been a happy couple, suddenly became strange.
“By the way, we’re here to start the celebration.
So Burquetso, let’s begin.
Although Volusk is still in the Holy Mountain, he can still do it with a war cry, right? "
The first generation ancestor said.
Then he felt the soles of his feet being stabbed by a burst of energy...
Obviously Warusk was expressing his dissatisfaction in this way.
"The third ancestor is not here, then I will be the guest host?"
Herab asked.
Then his mouth was directly covered by a big hand.
This hand belongs to Cassius.
"You are older than us.
But it’s not like there aren’t guys of the same generation as you.
As long as you have the choice, I will never let you be a key figure. "
Cassius's tone was full of threats.
Calga in the distance squeezed away Olongus beside him, and walked step by step to a position one level lower than the two immortal kings.
A flag seemed to be flying again on the bare flagpole in his hand.
"The original ancestor, the original Bulcaisuo!
The founder of the barbarians, the source of all barbarian bloodlines!
The inheritor of casting authority and the imparter of casting knowledge.
Enemies of angels and demons!
One of the origins of the Nephalem!
The source of the angry bloodline!
The bearer of wrathful authority!
People who betray their parents! "
Calgar shouted loudly about the simplified experiences of the first generation ancestors...
If it weren't for the last sentence "a person who betrays his parents",
Maybe the first generation ancestors would have a little pride on their faces!
"ha!"
War cry!
The first ancestors stood on a high place and shouted a war cry to the sky!
Except for barbarians, only the strong can listen to this war cry!
The holy mountain is constantly trembling, as if the power of countless barbarian souls accumulated in it is echoing his war cry!
Above the Holy Mountain, a layer of red halo is now shrouded!
This is the feedback of the angry authority hidden in the blood of the barbarians!
At this time, the barbarians on the holy mountain all felt the angry power stirring in their bodies!
This is the benefit given by the first generation ancestors!
Feeling the source of anger in their bloodline allows them to more easily understand how to use the power of anger.
It's just that all the barbarians can hear a hint of embarrassment in this war cry...
Obviously, the phrase "people who betray their parents" still had an impact on the first generation ancestors.
Hairab, whose mouth was covered, laughed.
Although his laughter was blocked by Cassius's big hand, he could only make bursts of whimpers, like hiccups...
Hiccup, commonly known as hiccups...
"Hirab, what if you spit on my hand?
I'll stuff my fist into your mouth in no time! "
Cassius threatened with disapproval.
Vanguard General Calgar showed no expression at all...
He was just telling the truth.
"The successor to the Immortal King!
Great Elder Kanai’s best friend!
To the rebels of death!
A man who shows off his strength with an iron fist and looks like a fool!
The creator of the brutal majesty of the legendary Immortal King!
Those who are addicted to beauty!
The immortal king achieved in death!
Warusk! "
Calga didn't give others much time to react.
Immediately afterwards, the words on behalf of Warusk were shouted...
"Xia!"
A war cry that could not find its source sounded again.
The red halo above the holy mountain now transformed into the form of flame!
A burst of contempt and reluctance towards death faintly spread from this war cry!
The savages who were still alive felt that something seemed to be distancing themselves from them.
The dead ancestor spirits felt death and retreated slightly!
This is a gift from the second Immortal King!
Let the soldiers slightly distance themselves from death during the battle!
As for how effective this is, no one knows.
Perhaps it was just a slight chance of life appearing in the desperate battle that resulted in 100% death.
But this is precious enough!
It’s just that the barbarians can hear the shame and annoyance in this war cry...
Apparently, Warusk wasn't too happy with the lines Calgar said on his behalf.
The ancestor spirits laughed completely at this moment...
Of course they know that Volusk is not a lecherous person...
But this is the most widely circulated part of the legend about him...
Except for barbarians, not many people care about the life of an immortal king.
On the contrary, he will be very interested in the tidbits about the Immortal King of the Barbarians...
No one knows how many times this rumor was compiled into a legend that could represent Volusk.
But Warusk's lust seems to have become the biggest label given to him by the outside world.
And cruelty is the second clearest label...
Who made Warusk like to use his gauntlet to hammer the enemy's face...
The power on the Holy Mountain continues to be turbulent.
The faces of the ancestral spirits looked somewhat amused.
This is the first time that Volusk has replaced Kanai to sort out the power of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.
Even if something unexpected happens, it doesn't matter.
There are three immortal kings in Harrogath now!
Regardless of whether it is the first ancestor or Bulcaisuo, as long as they are willing to intervene.
Then none of this is a problem.
The opportunity to see Volusk's jokes is rare.
All the ancestors are paying attention to the changes in the Holy Mountain.
They seemed to be eager for something to go wrong in this process so that they could tease Volusk after dinner.
They respected the second generation of immortal kings who had made sacrifices for the barbarians.
But they also don’t like fools who challenge death without giving any explanation!
“Calga, if you program me.
I will do it.
They are dead, but I am alive.
And Harogath is my holy mountain! "
Bulcaisel squinted at Calga, who was about to speak.
Calga's expression froze slightly.
Then he nodded seriously to Bulcasso.
"I knew that Bulcaisel just didn't seem to care about his reputation."
Herab just pulled Cassius's hand away from his mouth.
Open your mouth and say these words.
Of course, after these words were spoken, he could clearly feel the arm that had just covered his mouth before being restrained around his neck.
And the power is getting stronger...
"If you want to get beaten, don't take me with you!"
Cassius's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
Hailab tilted his head and saw Bulcasso's "kind" eyes...
At this moment, he remembered how much effort Bulkesso had made to change his name.
At that time, Bulquesso had to punch sandbags in front of him every day. He was right there, and he was the sandbag...
"Well, you continue."
Herab forcefully broke the arm around his neck.
Finally, I got myself some space enough for him to speak.
Then he said with a little flattering smile...
The surrounding ancestor spirits burst into laughter.
Why does the celebration have to be so serious?
The Immortal King personally came out to set the pace.
Then it is enough for everyone to be happy!
Enjoy the joy in the moment.
Then fight the devil wantonly on the battlefield!
In the midst of a fight, you should use your war cry to cover up your screams of pain when you are injured!
Then return to the Holy Mountain with a smile on your face!
This is the savage.
