In the end, Gruchak got a little anger from Karga.
Although he can also generate anger himself, much of the power to support him in fighting is shared by the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.
Gruchak used the borrowed anger to run out of the gate of the Holy Mountain, and by the way, he staggered into Kalqiu who was guarding the door.
"Gruchak! You idiot!"
Kalju cursed loudly at the gate of the Holy Mountain.
Then a not-so-pretty smile appeared on his face.
In fact, he just had a taste for it.
Karju is still very optimistic about this guy Gruchak.
Although he is a fool from the Tagus tribe, he is surprisingly a very reliable and good person.
"Gruchak, you idiot, you are so stupid that you don't even know there is a little more anger in your body."
Kalqiu rolled his eyes, then looked back at the magnificent gate of the Holy Mountain.
Gruchak thought that he had borrowed strength from his friends without telling Bulcaisuo.
But he forgot that every ancestor on the Holy Mountain can tell Bulcaisuo his side of the story if he is willing.
On this sacred mountain, nothing can be hidden from Bulkesso.
In fact, the anger Karga gave Gruchak was not much at all, and that amount was probably the amount of using the minimum standard Hammer of the Ancestors once.
The rest of it was given to him by Bulkesso from the holy mountain at his feet.
Then this muscle-headed bastard was probably completely unaware of this change.
If one day Gruchak's mind suddenly enlightened him and he figured it out, he would most likely never have imagined that it was his good friend Kalga who told Bulkesso.
Even if he knew about this, he might not even be angry...
"The guys from the Tagus tribe are all freaks!
None of them are reassuring."
Kalqiu complained casually, and then sat down against the gate of the Holy Mountain again.
Freak is an insulting word, but to savages, the word "freak" is always slightly better than "monster".
Demons are often called monsters.
Using monsters to describe barbarians is much more serious than using freaks...
Barbarians hate many angels, but they hate all demons!
None of the demons in the Burning Hell can be considered a good person, even if those guys die ten thousand times!
But now Kalqiu is guarding the door, because the three ancestors are all busy.
Busy...everyone is busy...it's better to be busy...
A thought like a left-behind old man suddenly appeared deep in Kalqiu's heart.
"So do you dare to say this in front of the good-tempered Barnal?
The bastards of the Tagus tribe are quite restrained towards each other, but when facing guys from other tribes, every one of them is a bastard."
Cassius held his arms and stood at the gate of the Holy Mountain and said.
Watching the bastards of the Tagus tribe cause accidents was a rare pastime for him.
"I'm not afraid of him.
I'm a battle master, and although it's a bit difficult to deal with muscular bastards like Gruchak and Kotur, it's still within my capabilities as a Banal, right?"
Calgiu took a wine bottle from Cassius's waist.
This action is a bit sudden.
Cassius's belt suddenly lost room for a bottle, and his pants almost fell down.
In order not to make a fool of himself, Cassius naturally could no longer maintain his handsome appearance with his arms folded.
"Muscle bastards are a bit difficult to deal with, but this is all based on not killing them.
But they were quite agile when dealing with the demons."
Cassius tightened his belt before speaking.
"Who makes the big ones among the demons not less?
Apart from anything else, it would be very difficult for you to kill a Coffinless Corpse Demon.
But let Couture do it and a few over-the-shoulder throws will take care of it.
Haven't you ever thought about changing your fighting style? Wouldn't it be more convenient to fight with your molten slag without having to use your bare hands?"
Kalju took out his treasured Storm Shield and wiped it.
That action was obviously meant to show off.
"Stop showing off your trophies.
I’m really not afraid of being watched by others and being robbed by you one day!”
Cassius said angrily, and then took out a bottle of wine for himself.
The two barbarians sat on the snow with their backs against the gate of the holy mountain, staring at each other, then they opened the bottles and poured strong liquor into their mouths.
"Is this from Bulqueso again?"
Kalqiu slapped his mouth and asked nonsense.
This kind of wine that allows them to taste without substance can only be given by Bulcasso.
This kind of wine has appeared a lot recently on the Holy Mountain.
Carl Qiu felt that this was unusual.
"Didn't Bulkesso give it to me? Or did I find the Immortal King's treasure room?
Come on, you and I both know where that so-called treasure room is.
I also know what stuff is there.
Warusk has left, so there is nothing wrong with leaving something behind.
Bulcasso is still alive and well, there is no need for him to leave a legacy now."
Cassius rolled his eyes and continued to pour wine into his mouth.
"Who knows?
Stop! Constantine, you bastard, what are you doing in Harrogas!"
Kalju stood up abruptly, then pointed at Constantine who was casually strolling around with his storm shield finger.
"I just came to take a look.
After all, I am also a Nephalem, right? I am not slacking off in the battle with demons, am I?
Don’t take it so seriously.”
Constantine said with his little hands paralyzed, holding a cigarette in his mouth.
"Wait a minute, your thing called cigarette seems a little different from before."
Cassius squinted his eyes and smelled the smell of cigarettes.
This is a bit unusual.
"Well, the only things you can taste are those with soul.
This is my harvest, I hired a professional to chop up the devil's soul and roll it into cigarettes."
Constantine smiled and took out a whole box of cigarettes, then took out two and handed them to Calgiu and Cassius.
"Do you want to try it?"
Constantine's smile was quite friendly, but it made people feel uneasy.
"I have to say that the professionals you are looking for do not have the level of blacksmithing and brewing that Bulcaisso has.
To be continued...