On the holy mountain of Harrogas, the immortal Mr. Craig is watching the interaction of the ancestor spirits not far away.
To be honest, he is an outsider. As a monk at this time, of course he will not be willing to get involved in this matter.
Although the barbarians do not show any xenophobic attitudes most of the time, it is nonsense to say that they are willing to share everything they experience with everyone!
What is happening now As a bystander, Craig can of course know what is happening from the conversations between the ancestor spirits.
It’s just that he has no position to intervene!
Even if we don't talk about the length of time he was a Nephalem, just in terms of the years of his life, he is still a junior.
Not even a savage!
Even if he has some thoughts in his mind, it is not suitable to talk about it at this time, especially in front of a group of barbarians who are already in a state of anxiety!
It’s just that someone has to step in!
"well……"
A sigh!
Although the voice was not considered old, there was a strong sadness in the sigh that could not be resolved.
Of course Craig knew where that sound was coming from!
His body is the source of the sound, and his soul can feel the power of this sigh!
After becoming a monk, Craig has been able to clearly feel the power in his soul!
That immortality that comes with life itself has always left Craig in awe over time.
"Krasim? I thought your soul had completely merged with mine."
Craig's voice was exceptionally calm, as if he had anticipated all this without any disturbance.
"Everything about me as a monk has been passed on to you, but I didn't expect that my soul was also dyed with the color of a barbarian."
Karasim's voice sounded again, and his figure reappeared in the world in a manner similar to the spirit of the ancestors.
"I don't know exactly what Bulkesso is thinking, but it seems that my presence will help him solve the trouble at this time."
Karasim flicked the rosary hanging on his chest casually.
His eyes were calm, but anger could be seen faintly flickering.
"I think there's a huge difference between who you are now and who I knew you to be."
Craig said slowly while looking at the existence in front of him that brought him new life.
A monk is not incapable of anger, but he does not contain anger deep in his soul.
This is the characteristic of barbarians, and it is also the core of what distinguishes the nephalem profession from each other.
"I don't know whether I am a monk or a barbarian now, but fortunately I don't have too many responsibilities.
Perhaps from the beginning Bul-Katho did not do this so that I could help the Nephalem continue fighting after I died in battle.
This seemed to be the reason he needed. "
Karasim raised his eyes and looked at the ancestor spirits not far away.
And the ancestor spirits are now looking at him with dumbfounded eyes!
The ancestral spirits on the Holy Mountain can all communicate with the essence of the power of the Holy Mountain. The difference is just more or less.
But they could still clearly feel the reappearance of a soul in the Holy Mountain.
And the fact that a soul revived in the Holy Mountain was not the reason why they were stunned.
They all thought that they could not be the only ancestor spirits appearing here in the Holy Mountain, but they never thought that the ancestor spirit that reappeared was actually Karasim!
This guy is a monk!
"Hey, hey, hey! What's going on!?" Banal grabbed Andakulgas' neck and shouted: "I thought it was Leiko! How could it be a monk!"
Andakulgas knocked off Banal's hand that was holding his neck, and then his eyes widened angrily!
"You ask me? I want to know too!"
Andakulgas shouted back with a louder voice!
"I also thought it was Leiko. After all, Leiko's legendary armor just transformed into rare equipment. I thought there were fragments of Leiko's soul in the holy mountain."
Warusk's expression was particularly strange, as if he couldn't laugh or cry.
"Perhaps there are indeed traces of Leiko in the Holy Mountain, but when her legendary equipment degrades, we should know that she can no longer come back."
Kotur sighed.
He was the first to recover from his shock.
He didn't have much opinion about Karashim, and he didn't care much about this matter.
On the contrary, I am still worried about the disappearance of Leiko!
"So Karasim is Bulcaisu's back-up. I think since he has left a back-up, then the method you used to deal with Andakulgas, Warusk, should not be effective against Karasim."
Calga said gloatingly.
The authority that Volusk has to control the power of the Holy Mountain is something that is difficult to resist for the ancestor spirits present.
Anda Kurgas directly tasted the effect of this ability.
It's just that since Bulcaisuo has left a back-up, he won't be able to deal with even this kind of thing.
Otherwise, the appearance of Karashim would be a complete joke.
"Vorusk, as the former Immortal King, does not have the strength to fight, which means that the only guy who can help him resist Karashim at this time is..."
Andakulgas placed his gaze on Kol's face.
He also looked like he was going to watch the show.
Karashim is a strong man who can act with guys like Bulkeso and Li Min, although his strength may have deteriorated due to his death in battle.
But it won’t be too different!
At the time of Bulkesso's adventure, Karasim's status in the team was still higher than that of Sonya and Johanna.
Although this status is not entirely based on combat effectiveness.
But no one present would think that Karasim was weak.
Karashim is a being who can beat legendary demons into pieces with a pair of iron fists.
What's more important is that Karashim is versatile enough as a monk!
His situation among monks is similar to that of Nazbo among witch doctors.
Although Karasim is best at boxing, he is also the one who can adapt to the fighting styles of all legendary monks.
If it weren't for the fact that Karasim didn't have Nazeebo's ancient temperament, other Nephalem would have doubted whether Karasim was the reincarnation of the original monk...
"Kol, at this time, I suggest that you feel more comfortable experiencing the punishment of Kul Tur.
Or let me compete with you. You are absolutely terrible facing Karasim now.
Unless, Volusk, you intend to allow Kor's soul to carry more power than he can. "
Kalqiu looked at the weak Warusk with a ferocious smile.
The aggressive look in his eyes was as if he was thinking about where to start.
"ha?"
Cole tightened the Wrath of the Hidden Peak in his hand, then turned around and planned to walk in the direction of Karasim.
"Are you a little anxious?"
Warusk finally spoke, and his words seemed to be filled with strong confidence.
“Why do you think that Bulcaisel would also give Karashim the power to fight us?
This is the holy mountain of Harrogath, and there is no reason for barbarian territory to directly provide power to a monk. "
Warusk spoke slowly.
These words frightened the other ancestors, and they exchanged looks.
"Why don't you give it a try? Anyway, compared to you, I am more willing to trust Bulkesso unconditionally.
As for what you originally intended to convince us of, that doesn't interest me now. "
Calga narrowed his eyes and spoke tentatively.
Before Karasim appeared, they had actually wavered.
After all, it doesn't seem that dangerous to listen to Warusk's plan.
But now that they have other options, new ideas will naturally arise.
Compared with Volusk who just stayed in the Temple of the Elders and said nothing most of the time in the past years, they were more willing to believe in Bulkai who had rebuilt the Holy Mountain and was busy working for the Nephalem. So.
"Vorusk, I must say that my power does not come from the barbarian's holy mountain.
The Sacred Mountain of Barbarians only used the connection between me and the bloodline of Bulqessor to restore the integrity of my soul.
Of course, there's a lot more to this that needs to be described in detail, but I guess you probably don't care.
It's just that I am a monk, and my power comes from the gods and the radiance of Eta. "
Karasim said silently.
Karasim's words caused Volusk to be silent for a rare moment.
The power of a monk is called internal power, which is something found deep in the body and soul!
Although it is somewhat similar to the anger of the barbarian, it is a power obtained from the inside out.
But the root is not the same thing!
Anger comes from the authority of the first ancestors regarding anger.
As for internal strength...according to the monk's description, this thing is something that is produced together by the wisdom and the body.
It comes more from belief in oneself!
The gods are not just gods, they are also the monks themselves!
"Okay, it's a lot worse than I thought, but I gotta try."
Warusk sighed.
He is not the type to just give up when faced with difficulties.
At least until Bulcaisel stood in front of him, he would not give up easily.
The barbarians must respect the authority of the Immortal King, and he can only take action when Bulkesso is not around!
"I know that even if I break your soul here to the point that it needs to be repaired in the Holy Mountain, I won't change your mind.
But I probably didn’t show up here just to beat you up. I’m a little curious about what exactly Bulkesso asked me to do again at this time. "
Karasim said to Warusk expressionlessly.
To be honest, Karasim actually didn't want to get involved in the barbarians' affairs from the bottom of his heart.
But compared to the Volusk who existed in legend to him, he still trusted Bulkesso as his partner more!
Although he still has no idea what he is going to do specifically, it does not prevent him from finding a way to stop Warusk's behavior first.
"So you're interested in hearing my plan?"
Warusk said with a smile on his lips.
If you ignore his weak temperament at this time, Warusk can actually be regarded as a very handsome type among barbarians.
"I'm sorry, I'm not interested. Even when you are about to reveal your plan, that's when I will shut you up."
Karasim firmly rejected Volusk's proposal.
"Are you determined to let Bulcasso come to communicate with me in person?"
Warusk's smile grew a little brighter.
"Admittedly, for me, this is the best approach! Obviously other ancestor spirits agree with me."
Karasim gave the answer seriously.
At this time, except for Kor, who stood firmly on Volusk's side, all the ancestors had smiles on their faces.
"We don't have much time. Maybe it would be a better choice to let Hailab and the others talk to you."
Warusk said slowly.
"You've held off Hairab and the others! Now you're asking them to convince us?"
Calga's tone was particularly weird, and he felt like he was planning to rush up and punch Warusk in the face at any time.
"It's almost time, you wouldn't think that I only have one plan after waiting for such a long time for an opportunity, right?
Especially the plan presented before you has a high possibility of failure. "
Warusk stood up straight. Even though he was very weak at this time, he could still feel a firm temperament from his body!
“If the first ancestors are the origin of barbarians and Bulcaisuo is the hope of barbarians, then what do you think makes me a barbarian?
I don’t expect you to give me a satisfactory answer, so I will tell you directly here!
I am the backing of the barbarians! "
Warusk's weak body suddenly swelled up as if it had been infused with power!
“I can do most of the things that Burquetso can do.
And the most important point is, when do I need to stand in front of me as a backup? "
The moment Warusk said these words, he had already shown the anger of the berserker!
Bulkatho's horns were pointing forward like spikes, while the first ancestor's berserker's fury was pointed straight at the sky!
The horns of Volusk are like the argali, with the middle part of the horn as the most forward part!
And the sharp corners stick out from under the ears!
Warusk's size expanded directly to four meters away at this time, and this was obviously not all his strength!
"You who can use the power of the Holy Mountain will not be without the ability to fight when you stand on the Holy Mountain.
Just using force may not be the best option for you. "
Kalju blocked the Storm Shield in front of him, as if he was planning to charge at any time!
Even though he knew that he might lose strength on the way to charge, just like Anda Kurgas.
But Kalju had no intention of backing down!
But someone moved faster than him!
This person is not Karasim. Karasim has already said that when Volusk gives his "reason", it is time for him to take action!
But Banal!
"Ouch!"
Banal let out a strange cry like a beast's roar! Then he also directly entered the posture of the rage of the berserker!
In the blink of an eye, Banal expanded to three meters away.
His horns are a bit weird, stretching out from under his cheeks like the tusks of a mammoth!
For the average Nephalem, this is huge enough, but to Volusk at this time, Banar is like a child who has not grown up!
“I’ve been looking forward to this gesture for so long!
Although my first real opponent in this posture is the second Immortal King, which makes me a little dissatisfied! "
Banal roared loudly, and then in the blink of an eye he had surpassed Kalju and arrived directly in front of Volusk.
"So the guys from the Tagus tribe are all crazy."
Volusk Sigher stretched out his hands and directly grasped the horns on Banal's forehead!
Then with a strong push of both arms, Banal was directly pushed to the ground!
It was like a strong man pushing the buffalo directly to the ground!
"That's why I convinced Hellab and Cassius first. Your power is only anger. I'm really curious why you took this path."
Warusk subdued Banal effortlessly before speaking slowly.
And Karasim was ready to make a move!
(End of chapter)
