On the sacred 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 would not be willing to get involved in this matter.
Although the barbarians do not show any xenophobic attitude 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 sense of sadness in the sigh.
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 kind of immortality that life itself brings has always left Craig in awe over time.
"Krashim? I thought your soul had completely merged with mine."
Craig's voice was extraordinarily 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 actually 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 looked at the existence in front of him that brought him new life and said slowly.
It's not that monks don't get angry, but they don't have anger deep in their souls.
This is the characteristic of barbarians, and it is also the core of the nephalem's profession that distinguishes them 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 the battle.
This seems to be the reason he needs."
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 was 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 warrior 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 Karashim is Bulkasso's back-up man. I think since he has left a back-up force, then the method you used to deal with Andakulgas, Volusk, will not be effective against Karashim."
Calga said gloatingly.
Volusk's authority 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.
"As the former Immortal King, Volusk 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 a good show.
Karashim is a strong man who can act together 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 above that of Sonya and Johanna.
Although this status is not entirely based on combat effectiveness.
But no one present would think that Karashim was weak.
Karasim 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 for 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 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 when facing Karashim.
Unless, Volusk, you intend to allow Kor's soul to carry more power than he can bear."
Kalju looked at the weak Warusk with a somewhat 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 there seemed to be strong confidence in his words.
"Why do you think Bulcaisel would also give Karashim the power to fight us?
This is the sacred 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.
To be continued...