Then he placed the "ballot" in his hand tightly on the ground.
 The barbarian's vote is a stone brick that is strong enough. Each vote will make the square outside the Temple of the Elders expand a little.
 Only those who can carry the "ballot" here and place it are eligible to vote, so strength has also become a part of voting.
Qualifications are not completely meaningless to barbarians, but "qualifications" are nothing compared to "being able to do something for the tribe".
“Then, one vote is against and the rest are in favor!
 Worusk! Tomorrow you will be the Immortal King!
 Now, let’s go! Go and do what you have to do!
 If there are less game today than yesterday, you hunting fellows should go home and find someone else!”
 The elder who presided over the meeting said this.
Then the soldiers dispersed in a hurry, leaving Warusk alone with a red face looking at the stone bricks he had just laid on the ground.
 The voting is over and stone bricks are stone bricks now.
 He was a little uneasy, so he immediately followed Kanai's footsteps and left the square.
“Vorusk, you have everything needed to become the Immortal King, but there is only one thing, that is, you lack a little style and so-called ‘courtesy’.”
“You know me, those polite manners are too troublesome! Why can’t I just lie down on the ground when I’m tired? Could it be that there are demons who can chop off my head while I’m sleeping?
Do not make jokes!
 Unless the devil kings of hell dare to leave their lair at this time!”
 Worusk was particularly excited when he talked about the topic of "politeness".
  Kanai has taught him more than once that he must be "courteous" and live like a "civilized person".
But Warusk always dismissed it.
To him, those guys' evaluations of him have no value at all. Could it be that being said by other professions that he is rude will affect him from smashing the devil's head?
Any guy who has seen Volusk's fighting posture will not doubt his power.
 This can be proven by those demons who were directly shaken into a blood dance by the huge force.
“But you will soon be the Immortal King, and you must know that you will represent us, the barbarians.
 Our group is called barbarians, and our profession is named after our group. But this does not mean that we are not ‘civilized’.
 Worusk, it's time for you to think like an immortal king.
 First of all, you should stand up instead of sitting on the ground casually. If you are tired, you can try the throne in the Temple of the Elders in advance.
 I think Bulcaisel won't mind, because you are supposed to be the Immortal King."
 Kanai said to Warusk with a gentle smile. If the fists in his hands had not been clenched loudly, Warusk could have sat on the ground for a while longer.
The Bulcaisso mentioned by Kanai is of course the original ancestor, and he had already met the original ancestor.
 It is precisely for this reason that Kanai cannot become the Immortal King.
 “Why, why can’t you become the Immortal King!
 You know, I can't stand wearing neat armor, and I don't like the feeling of being restrained. I can't accept the feeling of being restrained no matter what time it is.
 You should know this very well!”
Worusk muttered while dusting himself off under Kanai's threatening gaze.
 His cowardice when facing Kanai was very clear.
Not because of anything else, because Kanai is stronger than him!
 And in the many years since he became the Great Elder, Kanai has never done anything wrong. No matter it is a big or small matter, Kanai is always right.
"Warusk, I think today is probably the last few times I will call you by your name directly. After tomorrow, I will only call you the Immortal King, and you should also do what I hope you can do.
matter.
 The Immortal King can do anything you want to do, as long as your body is on that throne, and as long as you can still swing your war hammer, then no one can make any excessive demands on you.
 If you are still unwilling to sit on that throne after becoming the Immortal King, then you should train warriors who can replace you.
 Let him be stronger than you, more wanton than you, and more capable of making the devil fear you than you!
Now, Volusk, it's time for you to go back to your house.
 When you step out of the house tomorrow, you will be walking on the path of the Immortal King. Now go back and have a good sleep. I will help you finish your share of the hunt today. Now go to sleep.
Also, remember to sleep in your bed! If you are lying on the ground when I see you tomorrow, then I can guarantee you that you will have your butt swollen and I will push you on the throne!
 Believe me, you won’t like that taste!”
 After Kanai finished speaking, Warusk looked at Kanai deeply, and then left Kanai's house.
  Kanai did not answer any of his questions after all. Warusk understood that this was because he could not afford the secret now.
 So he could only keep all this in his head until the moment Kanai thought he could bear it.
 “Tomorrow, I will be the immortal king?
How casual! Don’t you have time anymore?
 Who can make you feel the crisis? Who can force you to make such a hasty decision?
I don’t believe that everything today was decided by those elders without telling you! This must have been your instruction! But why?
 Aren’t you strong enough?”
Worusk muttered quietly as he walked home. Both he and Kanai knew that these words were not to himself.
Worusk believed that Kanai could hear everything he said.
Worusk returned to his room and looked at his bed. There was nothing on it, but it had no impact on him.
 There is no difference between a bare stone bed and sleeping on a stone slab outside the Elder's temple.
Worusk didn't care, but he still hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath, and then blew away the dust on the stone bed that no one had been lying on for an unknown period of time.
 From the shadow of Kanai's room, the elder who was in charge of everything before came out.
 Barbarians are not good at magic, but this does not apply to these elders.
These elders were excellent warriors when they were young, and became spellcasters when they were old. They filled the "well-known" shortcomings of the barbarians.
 You don’t understand magic at all? How is that possible?
 The relationship between barbarians and mages is not good at all. If barbarians do not know magic, they will not be able to protect their own tribe from those elusive mages.
The Nephalem are never monolithic internally.
“Kanai, what are you going to do? With your power, I think it will not be an easy task even if the archangels and hell demons want to kill you.
I believe that you are not at risk of dying even if you face a single demon. Why do you need an immortal king so urgently?
And to be honest, you are more powerful than Volusk and more suitable for that throne."
 The elder's face didn't look very good when he spoke.
Had it not been for Kanai's request, what happened today would not have happened in such a hasty manner, just like a farce.
 Originally, this shouldn't be like this, but this is Kanai's request.
“No one is immortal, and what I am going to do next may, no! It will definitely be stopped! You know, the relationship between high heaven and burning hell is like brothers.
Even if the relationship between their brothers is not very good, it will be different if someone wants to challenge their authority."
Kanai didn't look at the elder who came to him, he just lowered his head and continued to write and draw on his parchment.
“Kanai, what are the chances of your unspeakable plan succeeding? If you don’t even have a 30% success rate, I can’t possibly let the barbarians risk everything to help you!”
The elder said in a stern voice.
 It’s just that Kanai understood what he meant.
As long as the success rate is higher than 30%, the elders will not hesitate to mobilize the full power of the barbarians to assist Kanai!
Kanai understands that when the barbarians have staked everything, even the High Heavens and the Burning Hells need to face it a little more.
 But it won’t end well.
To be continued...