Bulcaisuo took Rorschach into the Temple of the Elders, where Volusk was taking a nap on the throne.
"Worusk, look at the little guy I chose."
Bulkesso woke up Volusk loudly.
"You actually know how to show off?"
Warusk opened his eyes slightly and glanced at Bulkesso with a somewhat surprised look.
"This child has been approved by Tyrell, and he is very similar to me at that time."
Bulcaisel pushed the confused Rorschach in front of him, allowing him to bear Warusk's scrutiny.
After hearing Bulcaisel say that Rorschach was recognized by Tyrell, Warusk sat up straight and looked at Rorschach in front of him.
If a person can be recognized by justice itself, then this person is trustworthy.
It's just that Warusk's eyes are a bit playful.
"This child has passed the age of physical growth. How do you plan to make him grow taller? Could it be that the heir you chose can only fight like a demon hunter with a dagger?"
Warusk's words were a little unreasonable, and it was always annoying to look down on other people's appearance.
Rorschach frowned, feeling unhappy.
"Come on, I'm here to solve this problem. He must be at least 1.89 meters tall, otherwise it will be too awkward when wielding heavy weapons."
Bulkesso rolled his eyes at Volusk. He was used to Volusk's always contemptuous attitude.
"Kanai's Box? How are you going to help him? Are you going to throw him in and recast it?"
Warusk stood up and walked in front of Rorschach. Warusk was a little taller than Bulkesso. Standing in front of Rorschach was like looking at a child.
Luo Xia clenched his fists. He made up his mind that if the guy in front of him was going to do something extreme, he would give him a deep memory even if he risked everything.
"Ha! I think this guy is more like a Prius. His courage is impeccable."
Warusk turned his head and looked at Bulcaisu. The Immortal King's gravel hammer hanging on his waist scratched the ground and made an unpleasant sound.
Bulcaisel returned the weapon to Volusk at that time so that the former Immortal King could exert a power close to his life.
After all, Bulkesso has no intention of living on the holy mountain of Harogath forever. The more powerful Volusk is enough to face most of the troubles.
Even if a guy of the level of the Three Demon Gods comes to the Holy Mountain alone, a Warusk who is barely close to its peak can take care of him.
"He does not lack courage. He still dares to resist in the face of my momentum. If he can accept Tyrell's power, then there is no need to doubt his position. He only lacks strength."
Bulqueso walked to Kanai's Box, took out a loaf of black bread and a bucket of high-grade heaven spring water from his backpack, and then threw them into Kanai's Box.
"You got such a great artifact..."
"Okay, Volusk. I've had enough of Jotun Kule's nonsense!"
Bulkesso interrupted Warusk. Kanai's Magic Box can perform countless miracles, but those formulas were only figured out through continuous testing by predecessors.
Barbarians also have similar recipes, such as the use of passing Nephalem bloodline.
As he spoke, Bulcaisel took out the Oath Keeper, separated his arm, mixed his own blood with the demon's blood, and put them both into Kanai's Box.
The energy of angels and demons, the pure blood of the nephalem, and a food that can be used as a container.
It's that simple, there are no risks, it's just that the food will become unpalatable.
But it's better than the hard black bread that can kill you.
"It's so boring. I miss Seschelon at that time. How powerful the barbarians were back then!"
Warusk watched as he walked back to the throne and lay down heavily on the hard chair. The handle of the gravel hammer at his waist was nailed to the back of the seat and made a sound.
Rorschach watched Bulcasso holding the suspended box in both hands without saying a word.
At this point, he has understood Bulcasso's protection and appreciation for him, so it seems that it is not difficult to accept being so well-behaved.
At least he hasn't seen any evil yet.
Kanai's Magic Box made a clanging sound, but the sound seemed to have a dissatisfied tone.
There was a loaf of bright red bread in the box, which was still steaming.
Bulcasso grabbed it casually and handed it to Rorschach.
"What's this?"
"The first step to qualify you to inherit my bloodline."
Bulkesso glanced at Warusk, and then continued.
"If you want to become a barbarian, you only need to enter the secret realm and accept the trial. But if you want to be my heir, you must first have the foundation."
Warusk closed his eyes again, as if he didn't hear anything.
Bulcaisuo is special. As the Stag tribe obtains barbarians, it does not require such a complicated process.
But Bulcaisso's becoming stronger was not only achieved through his efforts.
There are many barbarians who have fought more times on the Holy Mountain than Bulkatho. Not to mention, Orak has experienced many more battles than Bulkatho.
But only Bulcaisuo had achieved this step, leaving Sonya, a genius who appeared only once in hundreds of years, to look at his back.
There is a reason for this.
Warusk knew the secret, but he didn't intend to tell it.
"Is it okay to just eat it?"
Rorschach took the bread and looked at it carefully.
"Otherwise? If the bread isn't for eating, why should it be stuffed into Diavolo's PY?"
Bulcaisuo said this and walked to the side hall.
It is said to be a side hall, but it is actually just a stone house built on the side.
There was that guy named Constantine inside. He was not suitable to be a warrior, and besides, he was very annoying.
Bulcasso planned to check the situation and send him back to the city if he woke up soon.
Moreover, as a reward for delivering the news about Auriel, the barbarian had already returned it to him in the form of soul replenishment.
Rorschach took the bread and glanced at Bulkesso. Although he didn't know who Diavolo was, it didn't prevent him from understanding the word py.
Just eat and that’s it!
What else can be done?
Rorschach took the steaming bread and stuffed it directly into his mouth. The bread was very hard when he held it in his hand, making Rorschach feel like it was not edible.
But the moment he stuffed it into his mouth, the whole bread seemed to turn into a wave of energy that rushed down his throat and throughout his body.
Rorschach's body was changing, and Warusk, who had closed his eyes, opened his eyes in shock.
A pair of blue light wings loomed behind Rorschach!
"How is it possible? This boy's steadfastness in justice led Tyrell to directly give the wings of light to the archangel of justice?"
This is not the first time that Volusk has seen the light wings. Bulcaisuo has a gift from Imprius.
But Warusk knew what kind of courage it took for Bulcasso to gain the recognition of the paranoid Imprius at that time.
And how did the thin guy in front of him get recognized by Tyrell, who was even more stubborn than Prius?
Tyrael did not hesitate to break up with his brother for the sake of justice, and gave up everything to come to the world just for justice.
How could the boy in front of him, He De, be given the Wings of Justice?
Warusk opened his eyes wide and leaned forward to look at Rorschach.
Rorschach's body began to change under the blood from Bulkeso!
The body seemed to be stretched and began to grow taller.
The condensed muscles on the body are constantly squirming, like a piece of plasticine being kneaded.
His body was originally full of the hysterical aura of being in the darkness all year round, but now it gradually turned into anger against the endless darkness. This anger directly turned into angry flames leaping around him!
The barbarian’s natural skill, fighting rage!
Full of rage, barbarians who have mastered this skill have greater power.
To be continued...