I will take good care of him."
The first-generation ancestor suppressed his choked voice and whispered in the gentlest voice in his life.
Then he looked at his lover holding the ring he gave him in his hand, and gently exhaled his last breath.
The breath was like a breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers in the forest, blowing over the faces of the first generation ancestors.
Then this woman who wanted to live since the birth of her life chose to say goodbye at the end of her life.
Until her death, no one knew her name.
She has no name, she is just the child of an unknown angel and an unknown devil.
Her home has no name, and her life has no name.
But everything about her is tightly intertwined with one name.
The name is her husband's name!
Her husband is called Bulcasso! He is the first ancestor of the barbarians!
"Today is a big day!
It’s a big day full of glory!
So celebrate!
Fill Mount Arreat with your laughter!
Ring the city of Harrogath with your lively war cries!"
The first ancestors shouted loudly.
This is the first festival he left to the barbarians as the Immortal King!
This is the day when the ring in his hand became a legend, to commemorate a great holiday!
This legend should be better than the barbarians losing their mothers.
This legend is definitely better than the great immortal king Bulcaisel losing his lover!
…
"So Hairab doesn't know about this?
And it was you who gave me this name?
What do you mean?"
Bulcaisuo looked at the first ancestor in front of him with a strange expression.
The ancestors around them all looked at each other in shock.
"Perhaps he wants to reunite you with his lover?"
Cassius curled his lips and said.
The next moment, he was planted directly in the ground by Kultur.
Barbarians are human beings, and they can be moved to some extent.
Cassius said such embarrassing and even deserving words because he just wanted to find a chance to suck back the snot that was about to flow out...
But he deserved the beating!
"The one whom destiny loves, this is probably what he means."
Kotur, who had just planted a barbarian ancestor in the ground of the Holy Mountain, blew his nose.
He said angrily...
"The you I know is not who you are now.
Although you did well, at least as a barbarian you were more successful than Volusk.
But the one I am familiar with is still the farmer's child named Uldyssian.
He was a thoughtful and pure farmer.
I gave him my name and it became you.
It's not a secret to you anyway.
Even if you can’t think of anything.”
The first generation's tone was still kind, and no sadness could be heard from it.
Maybe time can really heal all wounds?
In other words, burying all the wounds...
"I'll remember it eventually.
Just not now.
The ring is back on your hand, but it never actually had an owner?
Then there is definitely an insider in this legend.
Otherwise, this legendary equipment will not spread in Sanctuary."
Bulkesso narrowed his eyes.
The origins of legendary equipment are all stories.
It's just that over time the story became a legend, and maybe one day the legend will become a legend.
"Of course, there are at least three guys in this story who cannot hide their figures.
Vasily, Rasma, and Israel.
Guess who the legend of this ring originated from?”
The first generation ancestor said unhurriedly.
"I guess it's Israel, or Auriel."
There was no surprise in the first name Bulqueso said.
But Auriel's name was not among the three choices given by the first ancestors.
“I can’t say it’s completely right, but it’s almost right.
My story was told by Israel to the first person who knew it.
And it was Auriel who told this story that became legendary.
That idiot Rasma, from the very beginning, simply thought that I killed Vasily for the sake of balance just like him.
That guy always looks like he knows everything, but in fact he is always being fooled."
The first generation ancestor smiled and shook his head.
He looks more and more like an elder.
"Auriel is the least selfish of the archangels.
But it doesn't seem to be a problem to say that she is the most selfish.
She selfishly harvested a lot of hope, but selflessly put the harvested hope back into the world.
No matter what her purpose is, judging from her actions, Auriel is an archangel worthy of people's respect."
The first generation ancestor's words were sincere, but there was a sarcastic curve in the corner of his mouth.
Archangels can be as simple as Malthael, constantly striving for a certain goal.
It can also be as complicated as Malthael, who may change his original intention at any time.
"So I don't regard Auriel as a good friend.
Just respect her as a hope.
In comparison, the Prius is more suitable as a friend.
At least he doesn't have any demands that must be fulfilled from others.
Although because of this, the Prius behaves like an idiot and treats human beings without pretense."
To be continued...