Bulkesso was now alone.
The feeling of being alone may not be as bad as you think, but only the person who is alone knows how he feels.
Sometimes even the person who is experiencing loneliness cannot figure out what he is thinking.
After bidding farewell to Hylab, Bulcaisu lay down on the ground of the Elders' Temple very casually.
Now there won't be a Volusk who curses and says that he doesn't act like a barbarian immortal king.
There are only three immortal kings of the barbarians.
And the first two don't look very similar. Perhaps the only thing they have in common as immortal kings is that they are powerful enough.
"Death, are you still there?"
There was a rare hint of fatigue in Bulcaisuo's voice.
"I'm still here, but now I'm more interested in the monks outside."
Death emerged from the shadows, his face hidden beneath robes and hood.
Bulcaisel was not curious about what death looked like now. He just closed his eyes and lay quietly on the ground.
"Monk?
I've said it before, I'm hesitant about what to do with you.
It might also be a good choice if you are forged to carry props from the gods. "
Bulcaisel said this in a voice without any fluctuations.
Bulkesso was particularly hesitant about death.
"As long as I exist, I can be a means for you to face that archangel named Tyrael, right?
As for whether I still have thoughts, actually none of you really care. "
Death still stood far away, showing no intention of getting closer.
It wasn't that she was afraid that if she got close to Bulcasso, she would be caught and forged in front of the furnace.
She just didn't want to get close.
"You seem to have no attachment to your continued existence. Isn't there any part of the long time you have experienced that belongs to you?"
Bulcasso said as if chatting.
He had temporarily given up on the idea of forging Death into the carrier of the gods.
"Of course not, I seem to have said that before.
At this time, I have two consciousnesses, and I don't show the two of me arguing in front of you. It's just because the two of me have reached a consensus. "
The sound of death is not loud.
Although she excels at arriving unexpectedly in any situation, she never appears to be in a hurry.
"This is really not particularly good news, but it doesn't matter."
Bulkesso said very perfunctorily.
He pulled out the Warusk in his left hand and placed it directly on the ground.
"Vorusk should be the Nephalem closest to mastering death. Maybe he can provide you with some help."
Burcasso's tone suddenly became serious.
"Are you going to lend me this legendary weapon?
Or are you not planning to face the direct pressure from the archangel Tyrell? "
The sound of death was a little more unexpected.
"Your presence is necessary, but I am not the only living person in Harrogas now.
I need to be responsible for other people's lives.
Death, or Ashira, if you leave with Warusk, it will be enough to ensure your own safety.
I'm sure of this! "
Bulcasso's tone became intolerant of rejection.
Although it does not mean anger or roughness, it is firm like a hammer at the forge!
"You just don't want the fighting to break out in Harrogath?
The connection between the legendary equipment in your hands and the person who actually owns it is extremely close, isn't it? "
Death is somewhat contemptuous.
"You guys have self-aware rules, and to be honest it's very unsettling."
Bulkesso said.
He covered his eyes with his free hand, and the tiredness in his voice became stronger.
"I don't quite understand your idea. It's probably like you can't trace the memories before you were born after you were born.
Only when "I" has the concept of "I" can I communicate with you.
Or are there other ways of communicating in your world that do not have the authority of one's own will? "
Death said.
Bulcaisel waved his hand and lit the torch in the Elder's Temple with his anger.
The fire was not bright, but the dim light made the half body of death appear in sight.
But her face was still in shadow, as if it was a mask she put on of her own initiative.
"These things don't make any sense. The Archangels will act faster than anyone imagines.
And the Burning Hell will never sit still and wait to die.
Although I don't know what other power the Burning Hell has that can affect all of this, the feeling lingers in my heart. "
Bulkesso said very casually.
Death can be used to contain Tyrael at this time. Not only the Nephalem and the Archangels know this!
Barr has already met Tyrell who became the Archangel of Death, so he can naturally think of this.
All Death has to do at this time is to become a bait as Bulkesso needs!
It doesn't matter whether the one who takes the bait first is an archangel or a demon.
"Your current power should be able to directly sweep through the archangels and demons."
Death said.
"That's my business, you don't need to know too much."
Bulkesso said.
Because there was a rough hand blocking Bulcasso's face, Death could not see Bulcasso's expression at this time.
But this does not prevent Death from guessing what Bulkesso's expression is now.
It was probably a hesitant but determined expression.
"Your body can't bear your growing authority?
Did your first generation ancestors seem to express this meaning before?
What other help does he seem to have provided you? "
Death said somewhat inquiringly.
No one likes an inquiring guy in a production situation.
But Bulkesso made no response.
"I'll leave now.
By the way, I will still leave you a hand bone.
Although this time I may not be lucky enough to use this method to escape again.
But at least there is hope. "
After Death finished speaking, his hand bones, which had always been pale, fell to the ground, and the next moment Death's figure disappeared from the place.
And disappearing together is the legend transformed by Warusk!
"It's harder than you think to trust others, especially when you try to trust people like you, the embodiment of authority."
Bulkesso said.
Although he didn't know if death could hear his words.
But Bulkesso didn't care much about this either.
Some words are not said just to be heard.
…
Cassius was taking a walk.
In other words, he was looking for the figure of Banal in the mountains behind Harrogas.
He also had some things to make sure, so he came to this place alone.
There were only three of them who had been transformed into monsters by Volusk.
Some changes have taken place in Hailab, but Cassius is more concerned about whether there are any changes in Banal.
If Hailab
It's certainly a good thing to be able to reach the level of Leiko and Gruchak.
But Cassius could not let nature take its course.
The change should be a mixed blessing for the Nephalem!
Some nephalem, after being transformed, have gone beyond their original level.
But there are also Nephalem who somehow made a mistake in this process, and then turned into demons.
Although this is only a possibility, it really makes Cassius have to care.
Balnaar always acted crazy, but that was when he got sidetracked in exploring the rage stance of the berserker.
Before he turned into that crazy berserker, Barnal was a barbarian known for his wisdom...
A savage with a love and compassion for life... Although this may feel a bit strange, it is the truth.
"Barnar, if you don't come out to see me, I will kill your dog!"
Cassius whispered.
He knew that Banal would be able to hear it.
The reason why he couldn't find Banal for a long time was not because he didn't look for it, or because Banal wasn't here!
It’s just that Banal doesn’t want to meet him!
Using threats to achieve one's goals is despicable and may even anger Banal.
But facing an angry berserker is better than not seeing him at all.
"If you're here for a fight."
Banal's unique accent sounded from behind a big tree.
After Cassius walked over, he found that Barnard was doing some carpentry work.
"how did you do it?"
Cassius asked somewhat unexpectedly.
"You mean building a doghouse?
Is it any wonder that Bulcasso is a good blacksmith and I am a good carpenter? "
Banal said without raising his head.
"I mean, how did you manage to be in this position but I couldn't find you before!"
Cassius's tone was a little more serious.
But Banal didn't seem to hear it, he was just chopping wood with an ax that looked like he picked it up casually.
[In view of the general environment,
"You don't want everything you do to be in vain, right?"
Cassius once again had to communicate in a threatening manner.
"Hailabo said before that he planned to reorganize the elders, but you still don't understand what's going on now?"
Banal sighed and put the board in his hand aside.
Next to his feet is a half-built kennel, which looks like it was made with great care.
"Do you know the magic of those elders?
I have never heard of this in the past. "
Cassius asked with a frown.
"You expect a berserker who has lost his mind in a rage to tell you that I can do magic?
No kidding, I still have memories of what I experienced before, but I have to tell you!
In that situation, it was very difficult for me to communicate normally.
I don't know if this is because I have completely mastered the stance of the Berserker's Wrath, or if it's because of Volusk's gift.
But the result is that I am a little different from the me you remember. "
Banal looked Cassius directly in the eyes and said.
"So are you stronger or weaker now?"
Cassius changed the question.
A berserker who is so violent that he completely ignores danger and injuries is not the same thing as a sane Balnar who can use magic.
Cassius is more concerned about whether Banal is stronger or weaker now than before.
Although the form at this time is better than before the asylum,
It was much better when they were on earth, but they were not so arrogant as to think that the Burning Hell was no longer a threat!
"I thought you were going to ask other questions.
As for this question, it depends on what you want me to do.
If it were a situation like the Battle of Arreat, the role I could play would be more than ten times stronger than what I had before.
But if you talk about my ability to fight on the battlefield, then it should barely be considered that I have not weakened. "
After saying this, Banal turned his head again, and then brought out a piece of unprocessed log.
He plans to continue building a kennel for his dog.
Even huskies are very well-behaved if they have enough activity.
Huskies are a type of working dog, and Barnard is very good at handling these small animals.
After all, animals' minds are much simpler than those of humans, and they don't need to think too much about what is there and what is not.
"So you support the reestablishment of the Elder Council?"
Cassius asked.
He stroked his beard.
"This is not a simple matter. The reason why the Elders Group has the word "group" is that it is called "group".
That's because there aren't just one or two elders inside.
But how many living savages can you name now? "
Banal laughed directly when he said this.
This question does seem quite ridiculous.
"Although time is not as valuable to us as archangels and demons, we are not unable to accept the time of decades and generations."
Cassius said.
That's what he thought.
Rebuilding the civilization of the barbarians is certainly not something that can be completed in a few years!
The barbarians are not a kingdom like Khanduras. As long as there is a sufficient population, the reconstruction is complete.
"But do you think Bulcaisel is someone who plans to spend decades or hundreds of years doing this?
It doesn't matter if you lied to me, but you'd better not lie to yourself. "
Banal sneered.
Cassius was silent.
He knew that Banal was right.
Although Bulkesso is more patient than someone who can only live a hundred years because his lifespan is not limited.
But Bulkesso obviously didn’t take time seriously either!
He couldn't have spent decades planning it just for an opportunity.
There is only one way for Bulcasso to do this, and that is to seize every opportunity now!
He can't wait for a hundred years!
"So Hyrab is covering for Bulcasso?
but why? "
Cassius asked.
"What's the reason?
Hailab has always been the Immortal King's best helper.
This has nothing to do with whether he is an elder or not.
Moreover, Bulcaisel should relax a little. "
Banar put down the ax in his hand, then picked up a dagger and began to repair the wood in his hand.
He has completed the preliminary processing of the logs and now wants to get a few boards out.
"The Nephalem are said to never tire."
Cassius said mockingly.
"Yes, but are any of you as busy as Bulcasso?
From one secret realm to another, from one demon-infested battlefield to the next demon-infested battlefield.
Rescue hostages from one dungeon before rushing to the next.
And then he has to keep swinging the hammer at the furnace! ? "
Banal also laughed!
"Cassius, admit it.
Although we can all keep fighting without losing our will.
But none of us have done what Bulkesso did. "
Banal said without raising his head.
