"I thought you were going to take a little longer, Bulcaisel."
Worusk on the floor raised his head and said.
 The reason why he is in this posture is because his injury is not much better.
Even the first generation ancestors jumped out and distributed a life to the ancestors on the holy mountain.
But Dudu seems to have missed Warusk. Ordinarily the first generation ancestors would not have made such a mistake.
“If I stay away longer, I’m afraid I won’t even know what the Holy Mountain will look like when I come back.
 Worusk, I think you know how important the sacred mountain of Harrogas is to us and to me."
Burkeso looked at Warusk lying on the ground with deep eyes, and then sat directly next to Warusk.
“Do you want me to hand-feed you some wine?
 Or are you finally planning to stand up?"
Burkeso took out several bottles of wine from his backpack and placed them one by one in front of Warusk.
 “Oh, you never took the existence outside of you seriously from the beginning.
 Honestly, who else do you think you can trust besides yourself?
I don’t know if this is your nature or the warning Uldyssian left for you. If it is the latter, then I can only praise Uldyssian’s foresight.”
 Worusk immediately lowered his head, his face flat on the ground, as if the towering bridge of his nose did not exist.
“Shadowfang was brought to the sacred mountain of Harrogath, what do you want to say?
 In addition, Kanai and Diavolo are both in the Dark Soul Stone.
If you have something to tell them, just say it directly and they will hear it.
Of course, if you plan to meet them in person, you can.”
Burkeso casually crushed the mouth of a wine bottle, tilted his head and poured it into his mouth.
 Is moderate drinking good for your health?
This is true, but I am talking about those drunkards.
 In fact, alcohol can only do harm once it enters the body.
 It's just that the physical condition of the Nephalem is much better than that of ordinary people, and barbarians are famous for their physical strength among the Nephalem.
 This way these soldiers were not allowed to fall under the influence of alcohol.
  “What do I want to say?
 I want to say that no one can defeat death, but you will definitely say that I am farting."
 Worusk's face was still pressed firmly against the ground, and his voice became a little weird.
“No, it is true that no one can defeat death. At most, he can only escape the arrival of death.
Even though our lifespan is still unknown, it is undeniable that we will still die.
 This is what people are, isn’t it?”
Bulkessor patted the ground of the Elder's Temple, and bursts of power surged up and poured into Volusk's body.
This energy may not be enough to restore Volusk to his peak, but it is more than enough to give him basic mobility.
“You can use the ancestor summons now, I’m back with Kanai.
 Your most powerful side can finally appear in front of these guys, aren't you happy?"
Burkeso had an indifferent expression on his face. Just looking at his expression made it impossible to feel happy.
 What was Volusk like when he was at his most powerful?
　　Transformed into the form of the Fury of the Berserker, and next to him stood Kanai's ancestral spirit.
One Kanai is enough to rival the three ancestors. Although Kanai doesn’t like the path Volusk chose,
 But there is no denying the power of Warusk.
 “Why did you ask him to come out?
 Look at how embarrassed I am now?
 Instead of talking to me about Kanai, why not think about how the powerful people in this world view us."
 Worusk sat up and took away a bottle of wine.
“They won’t thank us because our arrival allows them to face enemies they shouldn’t face.
If this kind of thing happens to you and me, neither you nor I would like someone who brings danger.
Then there is no reason to ask others to do things that we cannot do.”
Burkeso knocked his head. The confrontation between Diavolo and Kanai was a bit too noisy.
 “I thought you already had full trust in that mage.”
 There was a hint of ridicule on Warusk's face.
 “Of course, I trust them.
 But this does not prevent them from hating us when faced with disaster.
 The worst case scenario is just fighting, the one who is alive is the winner, and the winner naturally has the right to speak."
Burkeso tilted his head and tapped his hand lightly on the ground, as if he was planning to hum a tune at any time.
Burkeso has never concealed his selfishness and desires. The strong always have to be more explicit.
 Otherwise, what is the difference between it and other living beings?
 Singing must be done as loudly as possible!
 When you curse, you should use the most foul words to express your anger.
Of course, there should be no regrets when you die in battle.
 Because living has given them enough time to enjoy everything they can, such as the flesh and blood of demons and the spring water of angels.
 There are also delicious foods that can be encountered occasionally.
 “Do you think you are a good person?”
Worusk became a little verbose. He asked Kanai this question back then.
 It’s just that Kanai didn’t give him an answer.
“A good person? You are a good person if you do anything for others, but when you help one person, you may hurt another person.
 So what does it mean to be a good person?
 It's like you challenged death beyond your own control, and then caused a lot of losses to the barbarians.
So are you a good person?”
Burkeso raised his head and took a careful look at Volusk.
With tired eyes, a thin face, and a shriveled body, it seemed that he could only stand by relying on his hard bones.
“Of course I am, who dares to stand in front of me and say that I am a bad person?
 Is it you? Or Kanai? Or those guys who are enjoying the living space I bought from the devil with their lives, but they keep scolding me?
 No one dares to say that I am a bad person in front of me, so I am a good person.”
Worusk tugged from behind and dragged out the Immortal King's gravel hammer with some difficulty.
“I still remember the first time you imitated a gravel hammer. That thing was perfect for swatting flies.”
 After speaking, Warusk took a deep sip of wine.
“I saw the scars left by Odin on Diavolo’s body. Apparently hatred has begun to breed in this world.
 They will hate me, they will hate you, they will even hate the barbarians.
 But when the devil appears in front of them, they are still worthy of belief."
Burkeso was talking without any beginning or end.
To be continued...