Bulcasso casually threw a few bottles of wine to Madoc and the others, and asked with some dissatisfaction.
"Tch, haven't you already felt it? It's just that the time when this happened was not what you expected."
Madoc walked to the place where the ancestors had left their weapons and rubbed his feet on the ground a few times, as if intending to see if there were any traces of his legend left behind.
Just like what Madoc said, Bulcaisel was not completely ignorant of their plans, but he just didn't expect that they would happen suddenly on this day.
According to his idea, this help should come when he truly becomes the Immortal King.
"Stop looking for it, there won't be anything left. You might as well ask Bulcasso to make a new one for you. Anyway, he has already copied countless legendary ones."
Tarik slapped Maddock on the back of the head, making a crisp sound.
Talik had nothing to say on this issue. On the contrary, he had already run against Burqessor once.
He knew very well what Bulkesso would do after hearing these words. Anyway, he would not suffer any loss.
"The unlucky name of Bastin's Power! Bulcaisel! Come back and build me a brand new weapon. This time I want my weapon to be named after me."
Korik bit the mouth of the bottle and said while swallowing the strong drink.
"Man, you're already dead, you can't re-create a legend."
Bulkesso said casually without raising his eyes.
Korik does not exist like the Skeleton King, so it is impossible for him to reshape some weird legend after his death.
If someone else asked him to re-create a legendary weapon, Bulcaisel would definitely roll his eyes at him.
Because legendary weapons are only truly legendary in the hands of those who shape them.
If an ancient legend reaches the hands of those who shaped the legend, it will naturally become the original legend. With the unbreakable connection between the two, the weapon will gradually become what it should be.
It just takes a little time, after all, weapons are mostly consumables.
No one can guarantee whether their weapons will suddenly break into pieces during a long battle, so most barbarians' weapons are no longer the original ones.
"I mean punch a hole in my weapon and give me the highest grade emerald!"
Korik yelled at Bulcaisuo, then glanced at Kanuk who was still lying on the ground, and spat disdainfully.
Kanuk is indeed very strong, but he has never lived for himself.
This guy actually used to be active as the chief of the Bull Tribe, which made Korik a little disgusted.
"That's enough. What happened today may be more troublesome than when I cut the pineapple."
"Okay, I do have something I want you to do, but you are still far from it right now."
Warusk said this, and Bulcasso's face showed an expression of "Sure enough."
"Tell me, I will give you an answer after thinking about it."
As Bulcasso spoke, his fingers tapped rhythmically against the wine bottle in his hand.
"I want you to crush that bastard Rasma, mind you, crush it!"
When Warusk said this, his tone was very serious.
But the more serious it was, the more Bulkesso couldn't believe it.
Volusk has never been a serious person, and with such a request, Bulkesso couldn't think of any connection between the two people.
"Why, did you also encounter Rasma? Don't tell me that he was the reason why you didn't defeat death?"
Bulcasso asked with some surprise.
"As long as you can crush him, you will know. I doubt Malthael will be taken out by those guys, and Rathma's shadow will be inevitable."
"From what you said, Rasma seems to be a villain who specializes in bad things and good things. Why would he do this? Although that guy looks like a madman, he may be more sane than you and me."
Bulkesso was thoughtful.
"That guy is indeed smarter than you and me, as mages always are. Besides, Rathma is the only one among the first-generation Nephalem who is still active."
Warusk said with his eyes closed.
As for what should be done with Lars in the future, that is Bulkesso's business.
Volusk was not worried that Bulkesso would fail, because Bulkesso had never failed.
No matter how formidable the enemy was, Bulcaisel never failed.
"Rasma definitely has the same plan as you and me, and he may even know more than we do. Otherwise, there is no way to explain that he is always able to destroy other people's good deeds."
Warusk seemed to be thinking, and the expression on his face became much more serious.
"I think Rasma also wants to be the God of Creation, which is what those who have reached the top think about!
The same goes for me, and so does Leiko. Even if you can still see Li Min, that girl may also embark on the road to becoming a god. But with Rasma existing, I don’t think anyone will succeed."
Volus kept talking about his knowledge of Rathma.
Necromancers are always not very lovable. This may have something to do with their fighting style.
Corpse explosions, skeletons, ghosts,
Even the necromancer can conjure a cold place of death.
"So you and Leiko also tried to become gods at that time? What path did you choose?"
Bulkesso was not very interested in Rasma's affairs.
Compared to Volusk who believed in and was wary of Rathma, he would only treat Malthael with the same attitude.
No matter how smart Rathma is, she cannot be smarter than Malthael, who was once the Archangel of Wisdom.
Malthael chose to absorb the power of the Great Demon God. This was definitely not a whim.
It's more likely that this is an opportunity that Malthael has been waiting for many years.
Being smart enough to do this doesn't seem to be a cause for alarm.
"I chose the path like Malthael. I wanted to master the rules. As for Reiko, she wanted to disrupt the rules and create the world according to her own will."
Warusk glanced at Bulkesso. What he said was not very clear, but Bulkesso should be able to understand.
"Because you all failed, you want me to follow the path of my first ancestor?"
"That's the closest I've come to success."
"Obviously, there is a connection between that existence and you, so you are the second Immortal King?"
Bulkesso glanced at Warusk, and then turned his head.
"You should have seen his phantom. I absorbed the products he left behind, so my strength has always been traceable."
"Okay, I don't want to hear your stories about the past. I just want to know how you plan to treat those souls who have made sacrifices."
Leoric shouted something.
Just listening to the somewhat hazy conversation between the two people made his brainless brain start to heat up.
After getting used to the madness, it becomes somewhat difficult to think.
Bulcaisso kicked Leoric, who was still lying down, and said:
"Okay Leoric, do you still want to hear about Leia?"
"Go on, I'm listening. Then you'd better think about where to place me. I'm too lazy to find anyone to help me build an underground palace."
Leoric lay on the ground with no intention of getting up.
An immortal existence can still feel pain, so he suffered an unreasonable disaster.
Anger itself is the power that can hurt the soul. It is the revenge of life against non-life.
As Leoric desecrates life, he will also be harmed by the power of life.
However, every life is a manifestation of life authority. As long as it is alive, it can cause harm to the Skeleton King.
The two probably cannot coexist at all.
"This is Harrogas, do you need me to deepen your memory again?"
Bulcaisel's voice became violent.
Although the Skeleton King will bring greater help after his resurrection, it will also cause a lot of trouble.
To be continued...