"Get ready to open the door! Guard! Korik is here with Rorschach and Wayne!"
Orlongus tried to spit, but he swallowed it back in the face of Madoc's sorrow.
The barbarian who spat at the gate of the Holy Mountain last time was hung up and beaten by Madoc until he was beaten to death.
Yes, he was the one who got beaten last time.
Madoc watched Olongus swallow his saliva and put away his sadness.
"Another boring suspicion? When have we ever had conspirators? These guys..."
"Okay Madoc, we are strangers to this world. Don't expect ordinary people to believe your words directly."
Tarik held Madoc's shoulders and spoke with a profound tone.
"It's like someone is being nice to you for no reason. What would you think?"
"I would feel like that guy wanted to have sex with me and knock his teeth out."
Madoc said a little irritably:
"I know you don't care what other people think, but this is Harrogath."
"This is another world too. It's not necessary. Even if that person really wants to have sex with you, he probably won't react until you take advantage of him."
Talik looked at Kolik's figure in the distance and gave Madoc a squeeze.
"I am a prophet."
"While you were alive."
Tarik and Madoc were talking, and Korik finally came forward.
"Let's get started, let these guys dispel their doubts."
Korik put his hand on the gate of the Holy Mountain and shook his head towards the other two to urge them.
"Talik, you do the commentary."
Madoc also pressed his hand on the gate of the Holy Mountain.
"I knew you two would blame the matter on me."
Tarik put his hand down as he spoke, and a faint blue light flashed from the ancient door.
Then Tarik, Rorschach and the others appeared in a special place.
The memory of the Holy Mountain.
The miracle that the three ancestors can perform together is similar to a movie that can be rewinded, fast forwarded, paused, etc.
"When they come out, they probably won't have such frivolous doubts. It's 'real' inside."
Madoc withdrew his hand, his power had been activated, and the rest was Tarik's business.
"I'm not sure. I think that boy Wayne has a lot on his mind. And that Rorschach is about the same."
Korik squatted on the ground and played with the snow. He just wanted to turn into a stone statue and wanted nothing more.
"I originally liked this world because of the innocence of human beings. Who knew that the Seven Demon Kings would also come here? That innocence would harm them."
Because they could turn into stone statues, the three ancestors suffered the least.
After all, there is no need to fight against the boredom caused by time all the time.
But not now.
This strange world is full of unknowns, especially since there are no other Nephalem comrades in this world.
He can only act as a protector and gatekeeper.
"Doubt whether the Seven Demon Kings are real? No one who sees such rules will doubt this."
Madoc sadly shoveled the snow on the ground with his sorrow, and he planned to build a snowman.
"Just to tell you, you are a prophet. But they are not. I think it will take some time."
Korik threw a huge snowball on Madoc's head, completely submerging him.
"Wait until they see their compatriots being corrupted into demons!"
Madoc reluctantly crawled out of the snowdrift, then moved to another place and continued shoveling the snow.
He now plans to build a very large snowman and then carve it into his own image.
"Bulkeso can be relied upon."
"But Bulcaisel cannot defend a world by himself."
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"What's this?"
Rorschach finally lost his cold face.
Wayne looked around carefully.
"The truth you want."
Tarik glanced at the gray environment with a nostalgic expression.
The environment recreated the intensity of the world of Sanctuary. The hard touch of the ground and the ubiquitous pressure made Tarik look excited.
"Except for Rorschach, everyone else was chosen to fight against these guys."
Talik said as he looked at the dust rising on the horizon.
"Fighting against what? The devil in the secret realm?"
Wayne picked up the hand ax and followed Tarik's line of sight.
Although Rorschach did not speak, he was still ready to fight.
"The ones you met are not even insects compared to the guys you are going to face next. Even though they may look similar."
Talik took out the evidence of his shame.
"Experience the real demon army for yourself. This is Azmodan's army. You are immortal here. As long as you can kill even one hard-haired rat, it will be over early."
Talik said this, and then stood there waiting for the attack of the demon army.
Killing a wire-haired rat here is impossible for Rorschach and Wayne.
The main force of the Hell Demon King is not the same concept as those fragile secret realm demons.
Especially this time it's Azmodan's army.
Possessing the most elite demons, the most powerful combat power, and the highest combat literacy.
In Azmodan's army, there will be one warrior demon for every six demons, and one elite demon for every thirty demons.
You can even see various war monsters created by Azmodan.
High-level demons such as greed demons.
Everything in the secret realm is gradual, and here they will see the spirit of the Seven Demon Kings of Hell.
When Azmodan actually appears, this baptism will be over.
Because Rorschach and Wayne's immortality is based on Tarik's existence.
As soul beings, the three ancestors can certainly easily defeat this illusion, which is only half as powerful as the Demon King of Hell.
It is even said that if the three ancestors were still alive, one of them could break through this illusion.
With the blessing of Harrogas, the three living ancestors have the power to make Baldu, the King of Destruction, retreat.
But not now.
The three ancestors are dead, and Tarik, who has a single soul body, can only struggle with the devil of hell with half the strength, just like Cassius did to Andariel.
Fortunately, this time it was just to let the two seriously ill recruits feel the reality they were about to face, and there was no need to fight Azmodan.
"Azmodan."
Rorschach chanted the name of this hell demon.
"The strongest commander in hell, his men defeated the Angel Legion more than once in the eternal war. Every time, Imprius could only rush in and fight alone to reverse the situation, just like me now.
To be continued...