Bulkesso had no intention of saying anything to the mocking tone of his first ancestor.
It's not a good thing to always point fingers at other people's choices...
If they block each other's way, then have a fight.
But I will never talk nonsense about other people's choices.
"Now that you've finished telling your story, let's start the banquet?"
Bulkesso shook his head.
I don't plan to continue discussing the past with my first generation ancestors.
The truth about what happened in the past seems valuable.
But it can only help the current Nephalem understand those people in the past.
Archangels will change, and so will humans.
Even people change faster than most people imagine.
"The three ancestors are not here, so you want me to be the opening performer of this celebration?"
The first generation ancestor had a smile on his face.
This kind of opening performance doesn't bring much excitement.
Even winning or losing is meaningless.
If I have to say it, both sides are just choosing the best way to fight.
Although both sides will not restrain much strength, it is not a battle after all.
"When they come back, you become the gatekeeper.
Just let the three of them take a break.
Although that bastard Madoc has completely rested."
Bulkatho looked sideways at the first ancestor.
There was still a bit of dissatisfaction in his eyes.
"Please build me a stone house at the gate of the Holy Mountain.
I don't remember that I ever said that I had to choose to watch the gate like a guard.
It's because the three of them are a little too stubborn."
The first generation ancestor lowered his head and smiled.
Indeed, gatekeepers are not sentinels...
It's just that none of the three of them, Madoc, thought that they could rest directly at the gate of the Holy Mountain.
Although they didn't stand up straight either.
"Talik and Korik probably won't say anything.
But Kahn will definitely roll his eyes at you when he comes back."
Bulkesso stretched his body.
Then he stood up unsteadily.
This is the entrance to the Temple of the Elders.
The battle show that announces the start of the celebration will also be held here.
"Put your ring away.
I don't need it.
You know, the only way to defeat death is with life.
I'll win, and I won't have to hold the ring you commemorate everything you have.
You can ask these barbarians on the Holy Mountain, how many of them would choose to use that legendary item?"
Bulqueso glanced at the ring that was placed neatly between the two of them.
The light on the ring flashed past.
This original legend is definitely stronger than any Bulkesso has ever seen.
Drain the life force of surrounding enemies?
But no one knows how quickly this original legend was absorbed.
"What if I said that wearing this ring can turn a bunch of elite demons into ashes in just a few breaths?"
The first generation ancestor asked.
He also revealed the power of the ring!
Elite demons cannot be considered weak in the Burning Hell.
Even if those demons take one step further, they will be in the same position as the guy like Nian Hammer.
"But there should be something about this ring that you haven't mentioned, right?
Otherwise you wouldn’t have left him there for so many years.”
Bulcasso said nonchalantly.
"It was forged for my wife.
So this ring will fill the barrel of my wife's life that is constantly slipping away.
Although this situation cannot be completely stopped, for normal people, this blockade is absolute.
Ordinary people cannot carry the ever-increasing vitality, nor can they completely control the increasing vitality in their bodies.
Unless you have the authority over life."
The first generation ancestor talked about the effect of this ring without any concealment.
Everyone present thought of that monk Craig...
He is the manifestation of the authority of life.
This ring will be a weapon for him to accelerate his growth!
"Whoever you want to give your ring to is up to you.
Don't ask others to do everything for you.
Okay, let's prepare for the celebration.
If you don't want to embarrass yourself in front of your juniors.
The fact that I am standing here means that I am the most powerful among the barbarians.
Also, if you meet Sonya, you might not be very happy."
Bulcaisuo picked up the gravel hammer in his hand.
He put on a somewhat rough posture, which made no sense to him.
It can only be said to be a manifestation of respect for the opponent.
"Boy, you wouldn't ask me, an old man, to fight you immediately after just telling me about his past grief, would you?
Give me some time to calm down.
As for that Banal, if that kid is not dead, I would be interested in training him.
Now, just give me half a day."
The first generation ancestor picked up the wine jar Bulcasso left on the ground and poured it directly into his mouth.
The atmosphere suddenly became a little stiff again.
"Then I should go back and take a nap first?"
Kotul is still angry.
"Please pull me out of the ground before you go to bed."
To be continued...