There are also extremely powerful warriors among them.
 But except for those professions and ethnic groups represented by the first generation Nephalem, there is no longer a way to become stronger stably.
 Leoric is very strong, there is no doubt about it.
 Before he became the Skeleton King, he was still a powerful warrior enough to make the Demon King of Hell face him.
It's even hard to say whether Leoric is stronger alive or as Skeletor.
 But that is not a road to be strong with benchmarks.
"When I was alive... forget it. It seems that you don't want to talk about the past with me. Bulcaisel, your long life has allowed you to witness the rise and fall of Khanduras. Those are not legends to you, but
The past.”
 Leoric's empty eyes flashed with a faint blue light.
That is the soul of Skeleton King.
 He exists, so this skeleton can be as clean as new.
 “That was yesterday! Leoric!”
Burkeso roared a little uncontrollably.
 The ancestors not far away are silently paying attention to everything happening here.
 For the immortal Nephalem, many things happened yesterday.
 Leiko clasped her hands on her chest and lowered her head.
 She felt some discomfort in her throat, but she didn't think of clearing her throat.
 Just "yesterday", she lost her lover.
That is enough to be unforgettable.
 So Leiko believed in fate and even received the favor of Israel.
 “Bulkess, you are the courage of the barbarians.”
Talik appeared next to Bulkatho, and put his thick arm on Bulkatho's shoulder.
“You are the king of the barbarians, but you don’t seem to be that competent. You are the only king among the barbarian leaders in the past who has made the barbarians a rare group.”
Madoc planted his ax on the ground and rubbed his chin with one hand as he spoke.
“But you are also the most noble king, but you are less selfish.”
 Colik stood beside the Skeleton King and patted Leoric's shoulder casually.
 The three ancestors are not the predecessors of Bulcasso, they are partners.
 Grow together and fight together until the moment of death.
 So there are many things that only the three of them can say to Bulkesso.
 “A king is not supposed to be a saint, Bulcasso, but you are an exception.”
 Worusk stood on the cliff in the distance and said quietly.
 Without desire, there will be no possession.
  Noble, that means not plundering.
 Be kind and think that fighting is always the last option.
But only Bulcaisel, who is least like a king, is the king trusted by all barbarians.
 “Bulkess, that’s really interesting.”
 Azmodan finally found a chance to speak.
 In his opinion, now is the best opportunity to corrupt Bulcaisel.
 Having problems pointed out by familiar people can easily lead to evil.
Azmodan sensed a familiar scent. With some guidance, evil would spread.
People have always been like this, with negative emotions always emerging in endlessly.
So the King of Sin, Azmodan, is the most difficult demon king of hell to defeat.
 “But I am the king of the barbarians! You should show some respect to the king!”
 Bulcaisel ignored Azmodan's voice in his head.
He shouted loudly to the soul before him.
“No king does everything himself, Bulcaisel.”
Talik took out the Token of Shame and stuck it next to Mardoc's great axe.
 Kelic also drew out his giant ax and stuck it on the ground.
Three huge heavy weapons are intertwined together, like a mountain peak.
 “Woo~”
There was a rough sound of breaking through the air, and Volusk's gravel hammer landed heavily on the weapon mountain.
The Immortal King's gravel hammer is emitting a dazzling blood-red light.
 The original legendary weapon carries the light of the soul of the person who shaped it.
 The blood-red color is the soul of Volusk.
 As the red light on the Immortal King's gravel hammer flashed.
 The three legendary weapons, Proof of Shame, Madoc's Sorrow, and Bastion's Power, also began to shine.
Talik's evidence of shame is filled with gray regret, and his soul is gray with hope and pain.
Madoc's giant ax is emitting a faint blue light, which is sadness.
 Madoc, the battle prophet, has always been sad because he knew the outcome of the battle, and his giant ax became a little rusty and full of depression.
 Madoc, the rudest, was in utter sorrow.
Bastin's power exudes a warm firelight, but it only turns into a cool orange color in an instant, and is gradually changing towards incandescence.
 Kelic's soul is full of cherishing life, warm but cruel.
 His incomparable love for life filled him with rage in battle.
 Fighting is ultimately fought to take away lives, so Korik's soul is the purest anger.
 “Bulkess, you haven’t created a legend, have you?”
Leoric looked at the scene in front of him and asked with some confusion.
Burkeso has not really created his own legend, and no one knows what color his soul will be.
Perhaps Malthael knew this, because when he was fighting Bulkatho, the power of death would make him see different things.
 “Legend is the strength you leave behind after the curtain falls.”
Bulkesso looked at the hill made up of several weapons, and casually took out the Oath Keeper and Mercy.
 The two legendary weapons are radiating brilliance.
The Oathkeepers of Andacoolgas are gray with hatred.
 Andacurgas killed his traitorous brother with his own hands. He had no mercy, only anger filled with hatred.
 Morcott’s compassion exudes the green color full of love for life.
Mocott, who has no mercy for all sins and named his weapon "No Mercy", is the one who can't bear to watch his life pass away the most.
Some guys, as long as they live, they will make it impossible for others to live.
 So even though he couldn't bear it, Mocott was trying to persuade himself not to show mercy.
 “And I! Bulcaisel! It will never end!”
 When Bulcaisso said these words, the entire sacred mountain of Harrogas was trembling.
“Tch, you were still called Guangguang at that time...forget it, it’s better not to spoil the fun.”
To be continued...