On the holy mountain of Harrogas, the celebration is finally about to begin.
This time, standing in the middle of the field was still Bulcasso and the first generation ancestors.
The two Bulcasos stood here, looking at each other with a little anger in their eyes.
"You guy cut off Gruchak's arm, and this is the perfect time to settle the score with you.
My previous attitude towards you seems to have caused you some misunderstanding. This is the holy mountain of barbarians.
You are also the ancestor of the barbarians, but you are unlikely to get any special treatment here!
Even I, the current Immortal King, will not receive any special treatment, and the same goes for you.
So prepare to be embarrassed in front of the Archangels and the Lord of Hell!"
Bulcasso squinted at the first ancestor in front of him.
I say these words at this time just to make the scene less ugly for a while.
The injuries caused by Israel's "help" have been basically completely healed.
It's just that the blood scabs haven't disappeared yet.
Barbarians rarely care about blood on their bodies, whether it is their own blood or that of their enemies.
This thing will accompany them for a long time, maybe even longer than the weapons in their hands.
Because the weapon they are using now will definitely not be the only one they use in their lives.
But things like battle and bloodstains have been around them from the moment they were able to wield the weapons in their hands.
"I know, what I want is not your respect.
I don't even care about things like your life or death.
The person I care about is long dead, and I can't even find her soul.
Your hope that I can provide help and protection is somewhat wishful thinking.
Come and fight. Although the barbarians have their own customs, those actually have little to do with me.
But since I am also one of the barbarians, let me follow the requirements of customs.
It's just a martial arts exercise, using all means within controllable range.
I like this custom."
The two swords in the hands of the first generation ancestors followed the rotation of their wrists and cut a cold light in mid-air.
Bulcaisel's swords themselves belong to him.
The use of one's own weapons would not be unfamiliar to the first generation ancestors.
Most barbarians are weapon masters, but they just like heavy weapons.
"Baal, Israel is fine as long as he is not dead.
But that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want on the sacred mountain of Harrogath.
I'll keep an eye on you.
Of course, the person staring at you is Iprius.
If he wants to save his brother, I am still willing to give my friend a little convenience."
Bulcaisel did not forget to threaten this guy Baal.
Although he always behaves as if he has no desires or desires, no one will forget the fact that he is the Demon God of Destruction.
Diablo poses a greater threat, but this does not mean that Baal has no threat.
It's normal for this guy to have any calculations in his mind, but he hasn't made any moves yet.
Bulkesso had to keep an eye on him to avoid any trouble.
"Noisy savage, I have no plan.
At least I have no plans on your territory.
But you'd better not give me a chance."
Barr said angrily.
This tone is not surprising, if his voice becomes gentle.
Most of the ancestor spirits present would wonder if they were affected by some ability.
Barr has never been a gentle guy.
Most of his disregard is just part of his indifference.
"Then let's start?
I remember it was announced once before that the barbarians were going to hold a celebration.
This time it was just the first performance after the celebration started.
We can all be busy with our own things."
Hailab shook his head and said to himself.
Those who want to watch the two Bulkesso fight will naturally stay here, and those who are not interested can naturally arrange their time according to their own wishes.
Whether you are barbecuing and drinking in the surrounding area, or simply finding a place to cover your head and sleep, you can do it.
As long as Israel and Baal are still in this place, it is enough.
These two guys probably have no interest in food and drinks.
"Barr, do you want a drink?"
Israel dragged his body like a puddle of mud and raised his head with difficulty and said.
His performance still carried the arrogance of an archangel.
It's just that what he said was a little strange.
"Don't look at us like that, archangels generally don't drink.
At least I didn't drink when I was the Archangel of Courage.
But the devil of hell knows how to enjoy life.
Don't say you have forgotten Belial who pretended to be the king.
That guy can be said to be a very representative devil of hell.
Indulging one's own desires is the most common thing for demons to do."
Because Prius couldn't stand the searching eyes of the ancestor spirits around him, he explained.
After all, in the past countless years, the archangels in the Nephalem's eyes were all boring types who did not enjoy themselves.
Israel suddenly invited Baal for a drink, which was a bit bizarre in the eyes of the Nephalem.
"I have no words and I am not interested.
I just want to know why Bulqueso invited us here.
If he wanted this kind of destruction on me, then his approach should be to plunder directly.
Barbarians are never polite when dealing with demons!"
There was a rare emotional fluctuation in Barr's voice.
Everyone present knew it was curiosity.
Obviously Baal is still a long way from complete and destructive assimilation.
At least his current state can only be described as extremely indifferent, and he has not completely lost himself.
"Then just stay.
I'm going to talk to Carl Qiu.
The third ancestor hasn't come back yet, so things like guarding the door have to be left to Kalqiu.
I have to say that the appearance of existences like the Three Ancestors is a very strange thing.
To be continued...