He knows how close the path he has chosen is to death, and he will never be willing to watch himself corrupt!

Then there is only one choice. When faced with inevitable erosion, all he can do is to end his life before he is completely corrupted.

That would be a hero, but it would also be a corpse!

"Perhaps your soul at that time will return to the Holy Mountain of Harrogas in purity, and you and the two of them may not be separated forever."

Hailab said with a bit of sadness.

He has met many young people similar to the current Rumlow.

But every time I know their ending, I can't remain indifferent.

Just because they are used to seeing all this doesn't mean they can watch it all happen indifferently, nor does it mean they will just turn their heads and avoid it.

After hearing this, Rumlow just smiled freely. He felt that this ending was also good news for him.

Although the chance seems slim, there is some hope.

"At that time, maybe I will have a lot of time to study techniques other than combat.

Maybe I can also learn winemaking like Bulquesso?

The New Asgardians halfway up the mountain have also reclaimed a lot of farmland, so I don't need to hide myself if I want to learn how to make wine."

Rumlow tells jokes that are not very funny.

In the past, the Nephalem were very short of any kind of material. Although Bulcaisel always used his accumulated wealth to buy food, brewing wine was still a bit of a luxury for humans at that time.

At that time, even the king of the kingdom could not live a luxurious life.

"It's never a bad thing to have hope, Auriel... She's probably a lot kinder than we first thought.

It’s just that we really can’t bear the uneasiness caused by trusting an archangel.”

Hailab said with a wry smile.

It wasn't that he didn't feel Auriel's kindness, but it was still too difficult for the barbarians, a group that had been tortured by the archangel, to trust the archangel again.

If Auriel wasn't wavering for her own position, Hailab probably wouldn't have such thoughts now.

"So, ancestor of Hailab, do you have anything else to explain?"

Rumlow drank the remaining liquor in the jar before speaking.

He is already planning to have his own adventure.

"If possible, I hope you can come back alive.

Now Talik doesn't have time for us to protect you secretly, they value your existence more than you think."

The bitter smile on Helab's face gradually turned into a gentle smile.

It was the kind of expression an elder would have when watching a young man they admire admonishing him.

Although there was some uneasiness under this smile, Hailab still did not express it in words.

He knew that sacrifice was inevitable when fighting the Burning Hell.

He also hopes that he can face those dangers on behalf of young people!

It's just that he has more important things to do now. As the chief of the barbarian elders, his most important job is to pass on the barbarian civilization.

Kanai was doing this in the past, and now it is Herab's turn to shoulder this task.

"I will do my best to come back alive. Maybe I will be a new legend by then."

Rumlow said.

Indeed, if he could have returned alive from the Burning Hell as a young barbarian, the story would have been enough to be sung among the Nephalem.

At that time, Rumlow will be like the legendary Nephalem who once protected the land, and truly become a Nephalem legend.

This experience will even upgrade the equipment used by Rumlow in the process of creating his legend into his own legendary equipment.

Just thinking about such a future puts a smile on Hailab's face.

He likes stories like this.

Hailab has witnessed too many tragedies in his life, and he has long been tired of tragedies.

If there can be a new and beautiful story that can make him drunk heartily, then he will be very happy.

"Although what I am going to say next does not sound like what a barbarian is going to say, I hope you will come back directly when you see that there is nothing you can do.

Although fighting against the Burning Hell requires the strength of every Nephalem, the future of young people should not be ruined too early."

Hailab said these words naturally.

Rumlow still doesn't understand why these ancestors seem to be particularly appreciative of his attitude.

After all, he was once a bad guy who walked on the wrong road.

In Rumlow's opinion, he is not worthy of such treatment by these ancestral spirits, and the attention he receives even exceeds that of Luke and Wayne.

And as the heir to Volusk, the previous immortal king, Thor has never received such a level of attention.

Even Rorschach, a guy personally selected by Bulkeso, didn't get any extra attention from other ancestor spirits.

Rumlow felt warm, but also confused.

"I went to find Wayne and the others, maybe the action will be taken soon.

Ancestor of Hellab, please tell Steve and ask him not to forget to pick up Tony Stark from La Tovilia."

Rumlow said with a smile.

At this time, he looked like a man who had just matured, with a bit of careless frivolity and firm goals.

"I'll remember this."

Hailab agreed.

Although he doesn't know that Tony has received Wayne's invitation, Hailab will remember it.

The most common thing that the barbarian elders deal with on a daily basis is to record the instructions of the barbarians who go on adventures and participate in wars.

These may be the last words young people leave to this world.

The elders will remember these things until they themselves perish in time and war.

"If there is anything else you want to keep, you can tell me.

But I still hope that you will handle these matters yourself when the time comes."

Hailab said.

His eyes became softer and softer, even showing a bit of reluctance.

Hellab is well aware of the risks of setting foot in the Burning Hell with Rumlow's strength, but he cannot stop a determined warrior from realizing his own value!
Chapter completed!