Bulcaisuo finally returned to the holy mountain of Harrogas.
He did not have the Sword of Twilight strapped to his waist. The Nephalem were more accustomed to putting the weapons in their backpacks when they were not in use.
"Hey, isn't this Israel? With such a little authority, you actually act so weak? Did you do something bad?"
Bulcaisel said mockingly to Israel, who was preparing to leave the Temple of the Elders.
"Bulkess, although I shouldn't be angry at such words, I still don't like this way of speaking."
Israel looked up somewhat haggardly and glanced at Bulcasso, and then said weakly.
"I respect the existence of higher heavens, but I don't respect the archangels. I think you should understand the difference."
Bulcaisel shook his head. He didn't like Israel.
For the Archangel, Bulcaisel could only maintain a basic level of respect.
"I don't want to understand a Nephalem's thoughts, but it doesn't matter. I have fulfilled my promise, and I will not appear in your sight easily in the future."
Israel did not continue on the previous topic.
Just like barbarians don't like archangels, archangels actually don't like barbarians much.
"Then I hope we never meet again."
Bulcaisel waved his hand, then took out a bottle of wine and threw it directly to Israel.
Israel didn't watch the wine bottle fall to the ground and break into pieces. He caught the bottle naturally.
There is no goodwill or malice in this, and it has nothing to do with whether you are an opponent or not.
It was just a farewell between two acquaintances, and Israel was not so petty.
"What a difficult Nephalem."
Israel shook his head as he spoke, and then left the Holy Mountain of Harogath in a flash.
He is going to the higher heaven to tell his brother what he has experienced during this time.
"What an unpleasant archangel." Bulcaisel said as he watched Israel disappear.
"So why do you always have to deal with those guys? Doesn't it make you bored if you don't know anything about it?"
Warusk walked out of the Elder's Temple with curiosity on his face.
"Warusk, one must have a few friends, and if those archangels have no ill intentions towards humans, they are still good friends."
Bulcaisel said in a didactic tone.
"Then how many archangel friends do you have? Or angel friends?"
Warusk asked rhetorically.
Burquetso: "One."
Warusk: "Then what nonsense are you talking about?"
Bulcaisuo frowned, then squeezed past Warusk and walked directly into the Temple of the Elders.
This topic has reached this point and there is no need to continue.
Bulcaisel felt that instead of feeling uncomfortable here in Volusk, it would be better to take a look at the balances Israel had just paid.
Balance can effectively help him face the problems he may encounter after his soul is complete.
This matter is still very high in importance.
"What you want to do is not at all easier than my dream. What are you thinking?"
Warusk closed the door and walked in.
The torches in the Elder's Temple are always on, but the lighting effect is not that good.
"Then I still want to ask you what you were thinking at that time, forget it, I suddenly don't want to know anymore.
Who knows how you found death? Although I don’t know the specific process, I think it might be a very disgusting story. "
Bulcaisel waved his hand.
"Actually, it's a little bit disgusting."
Warusk spread his hands and said, with a bit of triumph on his face.
"Hey, my brother is coming, aren't you going to pick him up?"
The voice of the first generation ancestor rang.
"Rasma? What is that guy doing in the Holy Mountain of Harrogas?"
Bulkesso asked.
"That guy doesn't have much hatred against the barbarians. In fact, I quite admire the Necromancer."
Warusk lowered his head as if to hide his gaze.
"I understand, you used the Necromancer to find death, right?"
Bulcaisuo said as if he was guessing, and Warusk's body suddenly shook.
"You! You guessed wrong~ Haha, did I lie to you?"
Warusk walked to his throne and sat directly on it. He was so lazy that it was impossible to tell that he was once the immortal king of the barbarians.
"This has nothing to do with me. It's your business. You will naturally say what you want to say."
Bulcasso also sat on his throne, and his sitting posture was not very good either.
There are no strangers in this place, so being a little casual will not embarrass the barbarians.
"Unfortunately, I just feel like I don't want to talk about this topic at any time."
Volusk bared his teeth, and then lay directly on his throne.
"As for Rasma, as long as that guy is not stupid, he will not come to the door rashly. There are three ancestors guarding the door, just to see his attitude."
Bulkesso said.
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At the gate of the Holy Mountain, Korik was sitting on the snow. The revenge of the first generation ancestor for harming Madoc was temporarily avenged.
Suddenly he became a little lazy.
"Kolik, I've come to visit the barbarians."
Rasma's eerie voice startled Korik.
Rasma's way of traveling is silent, which is quite uncomfortable for the barbarians.
These guys are used to using different war cries to express different meanings during battle.
So they like to bleat twice at any time.
The arrival of this guy Rasma really shocked Kolik.
"Mistweed! Rathma!"
Korik looked at the calm face in front of him and shouted uncontrollably.
"What the hell? Rasma is here!?"
Tarik's voice came from far away, and with the voice came Tarik himself.
"Ahem, it's really...
Mr. Rasma, what's the reason for you coming to Harrogas? "
Tarik stopped directly in front of Rasma.
On the surface, he looked like he was leaning sideways to greet Rasma, but you could tell by looking at the hand holding the weapon.
This guy Tarik is ready to fight with Rasma at any time.
Necromancers are not evil, but those spells are really uncomfortable.
This is normal. To like life and hate death is the most normal situation for living beings.
"I'm here to negotiate a deal with your Immortal King. Of course, it's not something you can't know about."
Rasma did not appear to be condescending.
As the guy who turned the Necromancer profession into the "Priest of Rathma", Rathma will not bow his head easily.
Although he has made mistakes in many things before, Rasma will not lose his confidence because of this.
"Kelik, continue to watch the door howl, I will take Rathma to the Temple of the Elders."
Tarik also teased Kolik by the way, and Kolik just gave Tarik a finger in response.
The gatekeeper today is Kerik. This was a decision made by the two of them after guessing.
As for Kahn, because he didn’t help Tarik and Korik beat up the first ancestors before,
So Kahn was unilaterally expelled from the ranks of the three ancestors by Talik and Kolik for one day.
Well, actually Kahn didn't want to be stupid with these two guys.
Swordmaster Karn is a kind of serious barbarian who doesn't like to play around with his friends.
"Next time I play guessing, I'll follow your example and give the opponent an eye-sealing punch first! Then I'll say I won when the opponent can't see it."
Korik sneered and shouted behind Tarik.
Tarik didn't care and took Rasma directly towards the direction of the Elders' Temple.
"Your relationship is much better than I knew."
There was a bit of envy in Rasma's eyes.
He once had this kind of feeling, when he was just a Nephalem who was not naturally powerful.
His brothers and sisters had this feeling when they got along, they were fighting and fighting but they were very harmonious.
"We have a good relationship, so maybe we haven't been together long enough? Time can wear away all the good feelings, and it can also keep the past self in the past forever."
Tarik said noncommittally.
"Time is the most terrifying force. Maybe the archangels are not as close as we think?" Rasma sighed.
"I don't know much about Archangels, but I do know one thing.
That is, archangels never fight each other, but this is not the case with Nephalem, and I don’t know who started it. "
Talik said.
he does not know? That was false. He knew very well that the original fight between the Nephalem was caused by the first generation ancestor, who killed Vasily.
As for whether Rasma was involved or not, Talik didn't care at all.
"Yes, the way the archangels get along is something that the Nephalem cannot understand no matter what,"
Rasma continued talking about this topic without any reaction on the surface.
"You are really a boring guy. You are miserable and resentful all day long. You shouldn't have any hobbies, right?"
Tarik said in this rude way.
This remark was a bit rash.
"I like to attend carnival banquets. You should know that the Necromancer has a set of legends related to banquets."
There was no fluctuation in Rasma's voice, which made Tarik feel a little uncomfortable.
As for Ramos's hobby of attending banquets, Talik had heard a little about it.
"Burning Mardi Gras costumes?"
Talik stuttered a little and said the name of this suit.
"Yes, I like to be in an environment where no one cares about each other's identity."
Rasma's tone was a little dazed.
The corners of Tarik's mouth couldn't help but twitch. He really didn't expect that this guy Rasma would have such a hobby.
This is no longer a category that can be described as lonely.
"I think if you don't pretend to be unknown to everyone and go to the dance, you might make some good friends."
Tarik advised from the bottom of his heart.
"Look into my eyes and say it again?" Rasma looked at Tarik with eyes colder than the dead and said.
Tariq just looked at Rasma for a moment, then turned his head away with his mouth twitching.
The psychological impact of looking at Rasma was a bit big. It was not dangerous, but awkward.
That feeling of knowing that the other person is a living person, but it feels like looking at a corpse.
Tarik immediately knew why Rasma was withdrawn, although there was a high probability that Rasma would not care about being withdrawn.
"You win. There is the Temple of the Elders in front of you. Bulcaisuo was inside not long after he came back."
Tarik immediately changed the subject.
When there is no need to fight, these barbarians are quite easy to talk to.
Even pretty easy-going.
Among the barbarians, the only one who was very serious was the deceased old general Qualkek.
Most of the other barbarians are loners, so they don't have the discipline of the old general Qualkek.
"This is Rasma, a guy like you would actually come to the barbarian territory."
Just when Rasma and the others were about to step into the square, a contemptuous voice sounded.
Needless to say, only the bastard Hairab spoke in this tone.
The ancestral spirits of the barbarians are already very familiar with each other, and it is no big deal to recognize people by their voices.
They can even know the identity of the person who made the war cry by listening to the war cry, and can even convey some simple information from the war cry.
Only barbarians have this ability.
"I think I should be treated like a barbarian if I appear here as a nephalem."
Rasma said expressionlessly.
"Of course, anyone who can walk to the Holy Mountain of Harrogas by himself will be treated with the most basic courtesy. It's just that I personally don't like you, so you don't have to worry about it."
Herab said and waved his hand.
Rasma did not comment on this, he knew that people are different.
Just like some people like coriander, some people can't tolerate it at all.
He didn't have anything to say about this. After all, Hailab just showed less enthusiasm and didn't even make a disparagement.
"Israel just left, and you're here again. I've never seen barbarian territory so popular before."
Herab said in a somewhat exaggerated tone.
He was trying out Rasma's intention, at least to know if there was any connection between him and the higher heavens.
"In fact, when the barbarian territory is most popular, angels, demons, and Nephalem all gather together to celebrate."
Rasma said expressionlessly.
"Huh? When?" Hairab's curiosity was aroused by Rasma's words.
"When Tyrael detonated the World Stone, the two Demon Gods, the Archangel of Justice, and other Nephalem were watching the battle."
When Rasma finished speaking, Hailab's expression became particularly ugly.
The battle on the Holy Mountain of Arreat was nothing to be happy about.
The feud between the barbarians and Tyrael was also forged at that time.
"You fucking can't talk."
Hailab said a little discouraged.
"You sound like you're good at talking."
Rasma responded angrily.
Being teased like this by Hailab, Rasma relaxed a lot.
"I will guard outside the Elders' Temple. If someone can break into the Elders' Temple, it only means that I cannot defeat the intruder."
Hailab said, and then directly grabbed Tarik and kept them where they were.
Rasma glanced at Hairab and Tarik, and then walked into the Temple of the Elders.
"Hey, when did you become the gatekeeper of the Temple of the Elders?"
Talik asked Hairab in a low voice.
"It started when I couldn't speak to him."
Hailabu felt that his words were a bit embarrassing.
Hyrab the Conqueror was always shameless.
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