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1197 Ancestor spirits amusing each other(1/3)

"Maybe it's just because I'm forcing myself to become that beautiful flower in your mouth."
Bulqueso said.
Sonya was not satisfied with his answer.
It's just that Sonya couldn't think of any other better words to retort for a while.
"Okay, let's continue teaching."
Sonya smiled.
Then jump gently on the spot!
The ground produced a very weak vibration as Sonya landed!
It always takes time to adapt to a new way of fighting.
It's just that Sonya's adaptation speed will be faster than imagined.
"You haven't used all the fighting methods that Gruchak has before, have you?
His beating can cause earthquakes, and he is a legend who has control over the earth.
Gruchak can definitely use non-stop small jumps to make the shock never-ending."
Sonya asked, jumping up and down.
Every jump she made made the vibrations on the ground stronger.
Sonya is constantly mastering Gruchak's fighting style in a way that is beyond ordinary people's understanding.
"The reason is simple, Gruchak cannot withstand the ever-increasing shock itself.
Although you only need to jump at the current rhythm for a minute or two to understand."
Bulkesso said casually.
The shock caused by Sonya was not strong enough, and Bulcaisel's figure did not move at all as he stood where he was.
According to past experience, it will probably take a few minutes for Sonya to initially demonstrate the newly learned fighting method.
As for how long it will take for Sonya to make this fighting style pure, it depends on Sonya's own wishes.
"Isn't Gruchak's body capable of fully displaying its full strength?"
Sonya asked.
When asking questions, the frequency of Sonya's jumping was obviously weakened.
"No power is free, even if you just use your body's strength to fight.
You also need time to eat to maintain energy.
As the owner of the authority of the earth, Gruchak can only create the most powerful shock at the smallest cost.
We are not the embodiment of authority like archangels and demons!
We first acted as nephalem, and then we took power."
Bulquesso explained a little bit.
Even if he knew these things Sonya knew them well.
"It seems that being a mage is the best path.
Knowledge can be shared, but there is little cost to mastering it.”
Sonya smiled.
Bulcaisel didn't know what Sonya was laughing about.
But Bulkesso knew that Sonya would not dig into this issue.
"I still have a lot of time to communicate with you, so don't be anxious.
The situation is not urgent, although this may be the first opportunity for us to stand on the same starting point as the High Heavens and the Burning Hell itself."
Bulcaisel said gently.

On the holy mountain of Harrogas, Hailab just returned from Gruchak.
Judging from his bruised nose and face, you can tell that his communication with Gruchak did not go smoothly.
"Hilab, why were you beaten like this by Gruchak?"
Cassius asked sarcastically.
"He went to complain because of Olongus, damn it!
Why is Gruchak so kind to Orlongus? It feels like Orlongus is Gruchak's descendant.
That’s the most obvious favoritism, and Gruchak didn’t even have any intention of pretending!”
Hailab took a piece of snow he picked up from the ground and pressed it on his face.
When the exchange between him and Gruchak was going on, Gruchak chose the roughest and simplest way to deal with him.
In a simple fight, Gruchak used his strong physique to beat Hairab without the ability to fight back!
The opponent who also hit the opponent with a heavy punch also caused damage to both parties!
But the violent power contained in Gruchak's fists made Hailab have to roll on the ground for a while every time before he could recover.
The injuries on Gruchak's body were only bruises!
For Gruchak, an injury of this degree would disappear in just a few breaths!
Although Gruchak is far inferior to Hailab in terms of recovery ability.
But the severity of the injuries suffered by the two people is not of the same level.
This also led to the fact that until the end, Hailab looked like he had already fought a round, while Gruchak only looked like he had some traces of battle.
"Maybe this is Gruchak's attitude?
The barbarian elders are a good idea, but not all barbarians are willing to be an elder.
The elders have too many things to be responsible for, and they are far less relaxed than being a warrior."
Cassius made no secret of his gloating.
When a soldier makes a mistake in his decision-making in battle, the most tragic result is his life.
Even though this process may become long and painful under the influence of demons.
But the first person to be unlucky in this matter can only be the soldier himself.
As a barbarian elder, the situation is completely different!
Elders rarely appear on the battlefield, and they need to be prepared before a battle occurs!
The consequences of the elders' mistakes are not as simple as the lives of one or two Nephalem being paid for!
Once the elders make mistakes in their decision-making, at least tens of thousands of people will be affected!
"I really can't think of any reason for Gruchak to refuse to take on greater responsibility."
Hailab shook the water droplets on his hand with some irritability.
The snow that had been pressed on his face had completely melted away.
Hailab had no choice but to grab another handful of snow and continue to press it on his swollen face.
"Perhaps that's because you're asking him to take greater responsibility rather than him choosing to do so?
Gruchak is older than you and more powerful than you.
What reason did he have for doing what you thought he did?"
Cassius stroked his beard.
He looked at Hailab carefully at this moment, as if Hailab would get angry and fight with him the next moment.
Cassius wasn't sure if he could win, but at least he couldn't lose the opportunity.
"Stop looking like you want to fight!"
To be continued...
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