On the Holy Mountain of Harrogas, the celebration is finally about to begin.
This time, it was still Bulcaisuo and the first ancestors who stood in the middle of the field.
The two Bulkesso stood here, looking at each other with a little anger in their eyes.
“You guy cut off Gruchak’s arm, and this is the perfect time to settle the score with you.
My previous attitude towards you seems to have caused you some misunderstanding. This is the holy mountain of barbarians.
You are also the ancestor of the barbarians, but you are unlikely to get any special treatment here!
Even I, the current Immortal King, will not receive any special treatment, and the same goes for you.
So get ready to be embarrassed in front of the Archangels and the Lord of Hell! "
Bulcaisuo looked sideways at the first ancestor in front of him.
I said these words at this time just to make the scene less ugly for a while.
The injuries caused by Israel's "help" have been basically completely healed.
It's just that the blood scabs haven't disappeared yet.
Barbarians rarely care about blood on their bodies, whether it is their own blood or that of their enemies.
This thing stays with them for a long time, maybe even longer than the weapons in their hands.
Because the weapon they are using now will definitely not be the only one in their lives.
But battles and bloodstains have been around them from the moment they were able to wield the weapons in their hands.
"I know, what I want is not your respect.
I don't even care about things like your life or death.
The person I care about is long dead, and I can't even find her soul.
Your hope that I can provide help and protection is somewhat wishful thinking.
Come and fight. Although the barbarians have their own customs, those actually have little to do with me.
But since I am also one of the barbarians, I will follow the requirements of customs.
It's just a martial arts exercise, using all means within the controllable range.
I like this custom. "
The two swords in the hands of the first generation ancestors followed the rotation of the wrists and drew a cold light in mid-air.
Bulcaisel's swords themselves belong to him.
The use of one's own weapons would not be unfamiliar to the first generation ancestors.
Most barbarians are weapons masters, but they just like heavy weapons.
“Baal, as long as Israel is not dead, it will be fine.
But that doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want on the sacred mountain of Harrogath.
I'll keep an eye on you.
Of course, the person staring at you is Iprius.
If he wants to save his brother, I am still willing to give my friend a little convenience. "
Bulkesso did not forget to threaten this guy Barr.
Although he always appears to have no desires and desires, no one will forget the fact that he is the Demon God of Destruction.
Diavolo is a greater threat, but that doesn't mean Baal isn't a threat.
It's normal for this guy to have any calculations in his mind, but he hasn't made any moves yet.
Bulcasio had to keep an eye on him to avoid any trouble.
"Noisy savage, I have no plan.
At least I have no plans on your turf.
But you'd better not give me a chance. "
Barr said angrily.
This tone is not surprising, if his voice has become gentle.
Most of the ancestor spirits present would wonder if they were affected by some ability.
Barr has never been a gentle guy.
Most of his disregard is just part of his indifference.
"Then let's get started?
I remember it had been announced once before that the barbarians were going to hold a celebration.
This time it was just the first performance after the celebration.
We can all be busy doing our own thing. "
Hailab shook his head and said to himself.
Those who want to watch the two Bulkesso fight will naturally stay here, and those who are not interested can naturally arrange their time according to their own wishes.
Whether you are barbecuing and drinking in the surroundings, or just finding a place to cover your head and sleep, you can do it.
As long as Israel and Baal are still in this place, it is enough.
These two guys probably have no interest in food and drinks either.
"Barr, do you want a drink?"
Israel dragged his body like a puddle of mud and raised his head with difficulty and said.
His performance still carried the arrogance of an archangel.
It's just that what he said was a little strange.
"Don't look at us like that, archangels generally don't drink.
At least I didn't drink when I was the Archangel of Courage.
But the Hell Demon knows how to enjoy life.
Don't say you have forgotten Belial who pretended to be the king.
That guy can be said to be a very representative Demon King of Hell.
Indulging one's desires is the most common thing for demons to do. "
Prius explained because he couldn't stand the searching eyes of the ancestor spirits around him.
After all, in the past countless years, the archangels in the eyes of the Nephalem were boring types who did not enjoy themselves.
Israel suddenly invited Baal for a drink, which was a bit bizarre in the eyes of the Nephalem.
"No words, no interest.
I just want to know why Bulkesso invited us here.
If he wanted this destruction on me, then his approach should be to plunder directly.
Barbarians are never polite when dealing with demons! "
There was a rare emotional fluctuation in Barr's voice.
Everyone present knew it was curiosity.
Obviously Baal is still some distance away from complete and destructive assimilation.
At least his current state can only be described as extremely indifferent, and he has not completely lost himself.
“Then just stay.
I'll go talk to Kalju.
The third ancestor hasn't come back yet, so things like guarding the door have to be left to Kalqiu.
I have to say that the appearance of existences like the Three Ancestors is a very strange thing.
I completely can't understand the mentality of the first ancestors who summoned the three of them.
Look at that bastard, he's still saying he has no feelings for barbarians.
At first, I really thought that he summoned the three ancestors to maintain our continuity.
Looking at it now, I still don’t know what he was thinking.
But you can be sure that there is absolutely nothing good in this guy’s belly! "
Hairab easily pried open a floor tile, and then took away the box filled with wine under the floor tile.
Taking away all the wine was also to prevent others from enjoying their collection.
Kalju is a barbarian who fits Hyrab's vision very well.
It's powerful but also a little gentle.
For ordinary barbarians, they don't like the description of gentleness.
Although almost every barbarian hero has this feeling.
But most of them don't show their appreciation for tender emotions.
Only Kalju is different.
Maybe it was because he couldn't treat his own people gently when he was alive.
So after his death, he always showed his tenderness without hesitation.
"let us start."
The first ancestor picked Bulcaisuo with the tip of his knife.
He didn't like the atmosphere at this time very much.
Fighting directly was what he wanted.
As for how miserable he would be dealt with, he didn't care much.
No one knows what this oldest barbarian is thinking.
No one wanted to explore whether this guy had no feelings for the descendants as he said.
None of this matters.
Living people won’t get to the bottom of things about dead people.
That kind of approach wastes time and makes people feel uncomfortable.
Surviving in the sanctuary is already very difficult.
So not many people take the time to explore the past and record it.
Humans don’t learn from past mistakes anyway;
Just let it be.
Over the years, much of the Nephalem's history has been reduced to legend.
Only someone like Deckard Cain would put it into writing.
Before Deckard Cain, Kanai had done a lot of similar things.
It's a pity that Kanai's approach did not receive much recognition among the barbarians.
They more believe that Kanai will make further progress if he concentrates on becoming stronger.
"ha!"
Bulcaisel directly let out a war cry.
Then the gravel hammer in his hand directly turned into the hammer of ancestors.
This time is not a face-saving exchange war.
But Bulkaisu wanted to seek justice for Gruchak who had his arm cut off!
Show mercy?
There is no need for such a thing in this battle!
When the heavy hammer fell, it was held by the first ancestor with two swords.
It's just that the first ancestor's knees have completely sunk into the ground.
In a pure collision of forces, Bulcaisuo undoubtedly had the upper hand.
“I almost forgot that you are a barbarian from the Buck Tribe.
If I have to say it, the Stag tribe should be the first tribe of barbarians, right?
My first child was born at that time, and when I was naming him, Vasily turned into a stag.
The Buck Tribe is the descendant who has inherited the most blood from me, right? "
When the first ancestor spoke, he threw Bulcasso's hammer to his side with some effort.
The heavy hammer fell on the ground, stirring up gravel and hitting him directly, making several wounds on his skin.
"It's really good, this power is at least much stronger than Imprius.
Even the spreading power can hurt me.
But you should also be mentally prepared.
Skill and strength always go hand in hand, and my life is long.
That's how powerful my skills are.
In other words, if you fight according to the barbarian tradition, you may not be able to defeat me.
As for seeking justice for your own people, are you really capable of it? "
The first generation ancestor said without changing his expression.
The two swords in his hands were held forward and backward.
The two heavy weapons were intertwined, like the teeth of an unknown beast.
"nonsense!"
Bulcaisuo waited until the first ancestor finished speaking, then swept forward with the heavy hammer in his hand.
In terms of weapon strength, Volusk's gravel hammer is not completely comparable to the first generation ancestor's twin swords.
But the difference between the two is not big.
And blunt weapons are of course more advantageous than swords in a collision.
When a barbarian warrior faces a skilled opponent, his favorite weapon is always the heaviest weapon.
When the huge hammer is swung over, the huge hammer head is even more useful than a shield.
Faced with this somewhat overly simple attack, it is difficult for the opponent to display many of his exquisite techniques.
It's a heavy hammer. Anyway, it only goes back and forth a few times.
Smash vertically, sweep horizontally, smash diagonally, and collide...
Anyway, just a few strokes are enough.
Faced with such an attack, the first generation ancestors had no intention of continuing to deal with it head on.
He made a crab-like movement, and the two knives were intertwined like pincers.
The body was directly lifted up, jumping higher than the hammer's sweeping height.
Then attack.
In terms of strength, he has already tried it, but his strength is not as strong as Bulcasso's.
Then you have to use some technical means to solve the problem.
It's just that Bulkesso doesn't just swing a hammer.
The hammer only has those options, but you can always do something else while swinging the hammer.
For example, look for opportunities to kick the opponent.
The first generation ancestor had just leaped over the attack range of the hammer when he saw a huge iron boot kick directly to the bridge of his nose.
This action is not too difficult, it is just a roundhouse kick using the inertia of swinging the hammer.
With a little training, any qualified warrior can do it.
But in terms of strength, it is completely different from Bulkesso's kick.
This foot carries the power of an earthquake!
"boom!"
The first generation ancestor flew out directly.
After a flash of light on the holy mountain, the power of Bulcasso's kick also disappeared.
Warusk in the Holy Mountain is still paying attention to things here.
Although this is a customary battle and we can’t go as far as we did before,
But it is still possible to protect the Holy Mountain from being harmed by Bulcaisuo's power.
Anyway, the first generation ancestor has been hit, it is enough to prevent the power from spreading.
The body of the first ancestor flying upside down in mid-air was trembling like a fish out of water.
The force of the earthquake was still working in his body.
This feeling is absolutely unpleasant, about one-tenth as bad as the previous conflict of authority in Bulcaisuo's body.
"very nice."
The first generation ancestor squeezed out such a sentence with some stiffness in his mouth.
The two knives in his hands stabbed hard to the ground behind him.
The light on the holy mountain flashed again.
The first ancestor's two swords were not inserted into the ground to prevent him from continuing to fly upside down... and even gained some strength.
This time it was not that Volusk deliberately went off the rails.
But if it falls on the Holy Mountain this time, the damage caused will not be small.
Although it won't be serious, Volusk simply doesn't want the Holy Mountain to be harmed.
The idea is very simple and pure.
Well, he is still a little biased.
After all, if the first ancestor cut off Gruchak's arm, it would be the result of a fight if Warusk were to handle it.
The first generation ancestors could act condescending or even dismissive when facing other barbarians.
But that's his thing.
Whether it's Warusk or Burqessor, they regard it as their responsibility to protect the barbarians.
They can do things like seeking justice for their clansmen without any psychological pressure at all.
“So the tradition of barbarians is to go astray.
Or a group fight? "
Israel lay on the ground and taunted.
After he said these words, he glanced at Barr and Imperius...
Then I saw Barr and Imprius both nodded.
“Of course, there are times when you can’t take advantage of one-on-one.
Then why can't we fight in groups?
The battle between the Nephalem and the Burning Hell was a battle for survival.
It's not for some ridiculous honor.
Not just barbarians, but other Nephalem as well.
If it weren't for that original savage there would be no companion here.
I'm afraid the way of fighting won't be one-on-one.
Nephalem are better at cooperative fighting than demons and angels. "
Prius said with a look of approval.
He didn't think there was anything wrong with this kind of thing.
A hero alone is powerful, but such a hero can do more when he has a partner.
Human beings are not the kind of existence that can survive alone.
Israel was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and concentrated on recovering from his injuries.
His injuries were not pleasant.
The previous venting blow from Bulcaisu had almost shattered the Archangel of Balance.
Then Barr gave him a few more blows.
At this time, if he wants to recover from his injury, it will take some time.
“Angels hate the nephalem, and demons hate the nephalem.
So, must the Nephalem die? "
Barr muttered very quietly.
But no one cared what he said.
How could the Nephalem die?
The Nephalem's life was so difficult, but there was no damn reason.
Demons and angels simply don't like the nephalem blocking their way.
The root of it all is actually not complicated at all.
