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188 Barbarians don't have to think too much!

 "Bulkeso~"

Auriel's voice suddenly sounded in the Elders' Temple.

But this voice is just a simple message.

After a brief contact, Bulcaisel has understood what happened in that world. What he has to do now is to become stronger as soon as possible in order to have a chance to find victory before Malthael comes to this world.

But barbarians are never afraid!

"Now we are gradually recovering in this world, and one day we will all recover, but before that we need your strength!

The Seven Demon Kings of Hell are just as unwilling to be completely devoured by Malthael as we are, but they will not wait for the final battle.

You need to find them and try to maintain this fragile balance until we can defeat Malthael."

Auriel's celestial voice only sounded within the confines of the Temple of the Elders.

The strength she had left was too weak to do more.

After Auriel came to this world before, she put her power into Angel's body along with the power of heaven in this world, and fell into a deep sleep before she even had time to say hello to Bulcaisel.

This power is nothing more than a message.

Then, at the moment when Constantine was facing death, a trace of his breath was revealed. Auriel briefly woke up, leaving behind this message and a memory, and told Bulcasso everything.

Bulcasso sat on the ground, holding his chin with one hand and thinking.

Two legendary weapons were placed casually beside him.

After his pale white beard and hair regained their golden luster, Bulcaisel lost the twilight aura of many elderly people.

But his breath was still heavy.

Now the four archangels are waiting to wake up in a corner of this world, and the devil of hell has also lurked into this world.

Even though they are still very weak, they cannot relax their vigilance at all in this situation.

As long as their existence complies with the rules of the Hell Demon King, their recovery speed will be faster than imagined.

"then."

Volusk hung the Immortal King's gravel hammer back on his waist, took out his collection from behind the throne and threw it to Bulkesso.

In a bottle of spirits that has accumulated for more than 1,900 years, the remains of fruit pulp can still be seen inside.

The brewing technology of that era was just putting flavorful things in jars and waiting for fate.

If it hadn't been filled with heavenly spring water and devil's blood, there wouldn't be any strong liquor brewed from that little fruit.

Bulcasso took the bottle of strong liquor that was almost four and a half years old, bit the mouth of the bottle and poured it into his mouth.

"It turns out that bastard is not dead! Then I still have a chance to stuff my two knives into his mouth!"

Bulcaisel stood up, the anger on his body flickering on and off.

Bulcaisel's only defeat in his life came from the Angel of Death.

It's just that the battle at that time did not take away his life, so Bulcasso would not taste the bitter fruit of failure again!

"I will show him what the wrath of a savage is!"

Bulcasso smashed the empty wine bottle directly to the ground, and then let out an ear-splitting roar.

The light wings and battle flags of courage emerged behind him, and the entire Temple of the Elders began to exude that barbaric atmosphere.

At this time, his courage forced Warusk to take a step back.

"Worusk, your collection is really terrible!"

Bulkesso laughed loudly at Warusk, what dangers! What difficulties! Those are all false!

The barbarians are unstoppable!

As the most outstanding winemaker, Burquesso is qualified to evaluate the collections of these ancestors.

"Bulkasso, you are already the strongest!"

Volusk walked down from the throne and took a deep look at Bulkesso.

"At the next festival, take out your collection and buy me a drink! I want the best one!"

Warusk stood there laughing.

As the second-generation Immortal King, Volusk is the most unbridled one among the barbarians!

Marry the most and most beautiful wives, drink the strongest wine, and then use the most violent attitude to kill those guys who don't open their eyes!

"Ula!"

Banal's eyes immediately turned red and he fell into a rage!

Once the atmosphere of battle approaches, this is what Banal looks like. When he gets excited, all he sees is the flying blood and stumps of the demon!

"Bulkessor deceived me!"

Olongus hugged the runaway Banal and shouted angrily.

Usually the task of stopping Banar from going crazy is usually done by Kotur, a man with strange strength who can knock down the thorn giant.

But this time only Olongus can come, who can let him be closest to Banal.

"So I can still give Azmodan a hard blow?"

Chief Kanuk moved his shoulders, preparing to charge. The evil-proof shoulder armor on his shoulders emitted a red light.

In this crisis, the Holy Mountain of Harrogath would not mind giving these ancestors some power to fight the demons.

"I'm going to chop off Barr's head this time and ask him to calm down!"

Madoc took out the Madoc's Sorrow and waved it around casually.

The three living ancestors themselves have the power to make Baal retreat. Even if they die, it will not prevent them from looking down on that guy Baal!

"Those mages can challenge Malthael head-on, we can do better."

Tarik's calm tone contained eagerness to try.

"I can chop off Malthael's head!"

"Kolic, shut up! Look at Bulcasso's face!"

Madoc knocked Kolik unconscious with an axe, cursing in his mouth.

Korik's words directly said that Bulcaisso, who was defeated by Malthael at that time, was a weakling who could not even compare to a dead man.

His shouts naturally earned Bulcasso's unkind looks.

"I don't want to try to turn the tide anymore, Bulcaisel."

Orak folded his hands on his chest and spoke to Bulcaisel.

He wants a complete crushing victory!

Every time it was a battle to turn the tide, Orak was getting tired of it.

"If there are any more new recruits, leave it to me. It doesn't matter if there are a few more."

Qualkek still had the same calm but tired tone.

But hot anger was burning in him.

"Call me again when the battle begins."

Leiko turned around and left the Temple of the Elders. She had always been this way about fighting.

It's enough to tell her "where to go and whom to kill" without asking anything else.

Barbarian ancestors such as Swordmaster Karn, Calgar, Cassius, and Kor were waving their weapons one by one and shouting loudly.

"Shirtless..."

Conqueror Hylab opened his mouth to shout, but Bulcaisuo's eyes stared hard at him, and he swallowed the second half of his words directly.

He was the ancestor who stopped Bulkesso from changing his name. After Bulkesso inherited the name "Bulkeses", he grabbed Hyrab and beat him for a whole week.

By that time Bulquesso had already become a benchmark.

"Bulkess protects me!"

Hailab immediately changed his words and shouted loudly.


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