I haven't mastered Kanai's Box, and of course I can't reshape the mechanical ring to find Greevil.
In addition, I have never seen that rainbow world!
I just can’t figure out how Bulkatho manages to see goblins so often.”
Gruchak tilted his head and looked at the beef dry-roasted in the stone pot.
"Then what? The last time you ate meat, it was dry-cooked like this?"
Gruchak swallowed before speaking.
The meat in the stone pot has begun to smell fragrant.
"Then you should pour the wine in."
As he spoke, Lakanos snatched the earthen pot from Gruchak's hand and poured it directly into the stone pot.
"That rainbow world was originally Auriel's domain, but there were just a few changes there."
Lakanos looked at Gruchak in front of him and said helplessly.
He had said these words to Bulcasso once before, but Bulcasso didn't seem to take them to heart at all.
Well... maybe I take it to heart.
Bulcaisel's wariness of Auriel is obvious.
Although Bulcaisel's trust in Auriel exists, it is not as much as that of Impris, even Tyrell.
He should be on guard...
"Archangel's realm?"
Gruchak responded without thinking at all, and then began to continuously take out wine from his backpack and pour it into the stone pot.
"That's not right! In the Archangel's realm, there will be little bears, ponies and flowers that look very cute, but are actually demons?"
Only then did Gruchak react.
"Do you think that when the seven of them tried and succeeded in corrupting Yizuer into a demon, those archangels would have no reaction at all?
They succeeded, but it can also be said that they failed.
I was not redeemed by the archangel and became an angel, but I am not a pure devil either."
Lakanos looked at Gruchak in front of him and rolled his eyes again before continuing.
"Aren't you serving that one who tortured the queen?"
"Andalil, do you never remember other people's names?"
Lakanos looked at Gruchak with a bit of anger in his eyes.
"Yes, Andariel! Doesn't it mean that you will feel pain every time you touch her?
What! Are you telling me now that you are half an angel?"
Gruchak showed no shame at all.
Anyway, he doesn't care what the name of the Demon King of Hell is, they are all dead, so why remember the names of his enemies?
"If I were a pure devil, of course I wouldn't feel pain.
But I'm not. Andalil promised to help me solve my physical problem, but she obviously failed."
Lakanos waved his hand and put his hand on the fire to roast it.
This is cleaner than washing hands.
Then he put his hand into the stone pot and turned the half of the demon cow's meat.
"But it's not all nothing. The demons in the Plains of Despair have all entered Auriel's domain because of the involvement between Auriel and me.
Even though the demons there are just cute little bears, ponies, flowers and the like, they are all demons through and through.
Auriel's realm has long been corrupted.
And my field...the despair of nothingness?
Yes! My place was very busy before that!
The demons queuing up can cover three levels of the Plains of Despair!"
As he spoke, Lakanos waved his fingers, as if he was describing the scene of that year to Gruchak.
"Well, we are definitely going to have a fight!
Don’t tell me you’re not a devil or half a devil, we’re definitely going to have a fight.”
Gruchak took a sip of saliva and spoke more firmly.
Yes, relatively firm...
There are not many opportunities for him to eat...
"I know, and I didn't intend to eat Bulcasso's hand just like this.
It’s just that I promised him not to fight the barbarians who brought food as soon as possible, but to have a good meal first.”
Lakanos rolled his eyes and said.
Now his eye-rolling gesture has lost its rawness and become more practiced.
"Ha! I knew it! You were definitely defeated by him!"
Gruchak slapped his thigh and laughed crazily.
Can a demon as famous as Rakanos be a good bird?
Perhaps because of his involvement with Auriel, he can talk to ordinary people, but the fact that he is a devil has not changed!
"Yes, I was beaten.
Damn it, that bastard was so powerful back then! I even doubt that Baal and Mephisto would have collided with him head-on in Harrogath.
Then it might not be Tyrael's turn to blow up the Worldstone."
Lakanos said angrily, then opened another earthen pot and poured it into the stone pot next to him.
"To be honest, Tyrael sacrificed almost all the barbarians at that time.
Obviously we are not at the end of our rope.
Even as long as he persists, Bulcaisuo may be able to return to the battlefield in time.
How can we be so devastated by then that we can rebuild the Holy Mountain of Harrogas?
Doesn’t the city of Harrogath on the Holy Mountain of Arreat sound good?”
Gruchak let out a long sigh.
"What I'm going to say is only for you. Don't think I'm trying to smear your Immortal King!"
Racanos tilted his head and looked at the flames.
"I feel that when Tyrael used his holy sword to blow up your Holy Mountain of Arreat, Bulcaisso acquiesced.
As long as the Holy Mountain of Arreat does not disappear, the first generation of Bulcaisuo may come back at any time.
And the current Bulcaisso may not be as respected by the barbarians as it is now."
Lakanos said calmly.
"Fuck you!"
Gruchak jumped up and kicked Lakanos.
The anger that was rarely shown from Gruchak also burned brightly.
Gruchak walked to the stone pot that was overturned by Lakanos, grabbed the leg of beef, broke it with all his strength, and stuffed the leg into his mouth.
"The contract between Bulcasso and you is that you can't take the initiative to fight against the barbarians, right!?
You bastard! I will take action directly!
Let’s fight!”
Gruchak was chewing the meat at the end, mumbling and spewing obscenities.
To be continued...