Several ancestor spirits walked towards the Sky Temple.
In other words, except for the three ancestors who need to perform their duties of guarding the gate of the Holy Mountain, the other ancestors' spirits are on their way to the past.
The ringing of bells came from the Sky Temple, which was vast and majestic.
A burst of golden light spread out along with the sound of the bell.
The never-ending snow in the sky was directly shaken away, and even the clouds were directly driven aside.
The sun shines down, making the Sky Temple look solemn and solemn.
"Hey, these monks are really good at playing."
Hailab said as he rubbed the bruises on his face that had not yet dissipated.
It's not hard to hear a little bit of envy in his tone.
"If you are willing, can't you keep the Elder's Temple under the sun at all times?
What are you envious of?"
Cassius asked too much.
"The Elder's Temple, shrouded in anger, can also disperse the flying snow and clouds.
But don't you think it looks like something out of the Burning Hell?
Or do you plan to be hung on the roof of the Temple of the Elders and constantly use Whirlwind?
I almost forgot that you are a barbarian from the Tagus tribe, not from the Stormwind tribe."
Hailab retorted directly.
Barbarians can certainly disperse the clouds, but doing so for a long time is a bit troublesome.
At least the image he displays is not as solemn and solemn as that of a warrior monk.
"Is that Jin Zhong Po? It seems to be Illuminati Bahuang?"
Banal rubbed the beard on his chin and said thoughtfully.
"Hey, does the monk surprise you with this move?"
Hailab immediately turned his head to Banal and choked.
"You look like a mad dog trying to catch someone and bite someone.
What I mean is, there should be only a few monks who can use this move now.
More importantly, monks themselves are accustomed to ringing bells to mark the passage of time.
So they can basically guarantee that there is sunshine at all times in the Sky Temple."
Banal glanced at Hailab with some dissatisfaction.
Then he turned his head again after seeing Hairab who was still bruised and swollen.
Banal forgave Hairab for his impoliteness.
After all, no matter who was beaten like this, he would not be in a good mood.
"Then should we let Calgar tell the time with a war cry every day from the Temple of the Elders?
His war cry can also disperse the clouds."
Kotur said honestly.
"Why……"
Cassius sighed.
"Koutur, you don't have to act this silly all the time.
Although I know that you are giving Hailab a step down, there is really no need for you to do this in such a way that vilifies yourself."
Cassius added.
His words made Hairab, who had originally planned to say a few soft words and then go down the steps, hang there unable to get up.
Cassius doesn't care.
The worst possible outcome is a fight with Hailab.
It was too common for them to fight. That is to say, the number of fights decreased after everyone became familiar with each other's fighting capabilities to a certain extent.
After all, they know their own strength very well, and even if they can win a battle a hundred times, there won't necessarily be an accident.
All the comeback tricks that can be used in unwinnable battles have been exposed.
Nowadays, they rarely take action.
Because before the fight, I almost know what the fighting process is like.
These ancestral spirits fight with each other, just like the fighting prophet of Mardoc.
Before the battle, you already know everything that may happen during the battle.
Faced with this situation, they couldn't have much interest in fighting anyway.
"Ulena should be back, right?
Then who is in charge of what happened to Ulena before?"
Kotur coughed dryly, and then said after attracting the attention of several people.
"Who else could it be? It can only be the Gruchak who killed a thousand swords!"
Hailab said angrily.
He felt pain in his face when he mentioned Gruchak.
The problem is that this is not an illusion...
Whenever he speaks now, he feels more intense pain than before.
After all, the swelling on my face has not subsided yet.
His cheeks were so swollen that people who didn't know him thought he was living a good life as a barbarian.
To be able to make a legendary barbarian so fat...
"Gruchak, that should be fine.
They are all legendary Nephalems, and they know everything they do."
Cassius nodded.
Then he looked at the entrance of the main hall of Sky Temple.
The apprentices of the monks were already standing there.
If nothing unexpected happened today, they would have been waiting for Karasim to take them for morning exercises.
"Just by looking at their positions, you can almost tell who is the most promising apprentice among the monks."
Kotur looked at the apprentices and said.
Standing at the forefront is, of course, the legendary Mr. Immortal Craig.
"Craig shouldn't be considered an apprentice anymore, right?"
Cassius said.
"Of course not, but his attitude towards Karasim is the same as his attitude towards his teacher.
The inheritance of monks is based on this master-disciple model, and unlike ours, they are sorted more by bloodline."
Banal said.
"That means Karasim is more optimistic about the little girl named Shiva?"
Kotur stretched out his thick fingers and made a gesture.
"Don't reach out randomly, it's impolite to point at others.
Although this is on our holy mountain, the monk deserves respect."
Banal stretched out his hand and immediately knocked off Kotur's finger.
To be continued...