The process of giving the medicine bottle didn't take much time, it was just a special trip to the Elders' Temple.
During this period of time, Natasha and Hawkeye have almost understood how to use return and teleportation. If everything goes well, they will be able to use it in just a few days.
"Worusk, how are you doing over there?"
The beard on Bulkesso's chin trembled and he asked Warusk.
By the way, he moved his shoulders. He was a little bored during this period.
"That kid was thrown into the secret realm by me. Judging from his appearance, he has power in his body."
Warusk sat upright on the broken throne and spoke smoothly.
"Are you talking about the power of thunder? Don't tell me that you can't see that there is not much difference between him and the hammer of the Son of Odin. He is still somewhat lacking compared to that hammer."
Bulcaisel looked at Rorschach walking towards him and talked to Warusk casually.
"Ancestor Bulkesso, I want to enter the secret realm."
Rorschach opened his mouth to enter the secret realm to fight.
This young man's pursuit of strength is much stronger than other recruits.
"Are you sure you want to go now? I can tell you in advance that what you are about to see this time is Leoric's imitation, the first holy king created."
Bulcasso frowned and spoke to Rorschach seriously.
Back then, Bulcasso met a difficult demon at this time. Although that guy was not Leoric, the name of this demon was the Holy King!
This is an imitation made by Diavolo after stealing the power of other hell demons. Although it is not that blasphemous to life, the strength of the Holy King is still difficult to deal with.
Even if this holy king is just Diablo's trial product, it is much more difficult to deal with than the enemies Rorschach has seen before.
In particular, this holy king has already mastered a small part of Leoric's power through Diavolo's imitation.
"The Black King's March" and "Skeleton Strike".
That kind of fighting style that displays the pure power of the Skeleton King cannot be easily resisted.
This holy king was far from being as powerful as those that appeared later, and was just Diavolo's attempt to study Leoric.
Even now Rorschach is still in great danger when facing that monster.
"Can you tell me more?"
Rorschach looked at Bulkesso, playing with the hatchet in his hand.
Although the new recruit's hand ax was a bit light for him now, as luck would have it, he didn't get a better weapon.
"The Black King's March and Skeleton Strike, when you see the big skeleton about to release an attack with strong pre-action, avoid it. Make sure you see it wave the staff three times or stand still for two breaths without any action.
Go up again."
Bulcaisel simply hesitated before telling Rorschach the news.
As long as Rorschach gets that secret, he will be able to grow without any hindrance.
Getting stronger is inevitable.
Bulcaisel just wanted to ensure that Rorschach wouldn't die before reaching that moment,
"The March of the Black King" is one of Leoric's trump cards. He wields the Mad King's scepter three times in a row, each time carrying power enough to destroy everything.
If this power wasn't so powerful that even Leoric himself couldn't control it, leaving him with the weakness of stiffness, then Leoric would definitely have a chance to overthrow Diavolo.
There is no problem that the Seven Demon Kings of Hell are stronger than Leoric, but the most powerful thing about Skeleton King Leoric is the power that blasphemes life itself.
As long as everything is alive, it cannot be ignored when faced with this kind of power.
Whether it is Bulcasso or the Great Demon God Diavolo, once they are hit by Leoric, they will be left with injuries that are difficult to heal.
Even if Rorschach only needs to face the experimental Holy King, the power of blaspheming life will only have a little breath.
This challenge is still dangerous, but it is not a fatal dilemma.
"In that case, let me go."
Rorschach glanced at Bulcasso, and then said without hesitation.
Bulcaisel walked outside the door of the Temple of the Elders, and Volusk dispersed several other people.
The secret realm of Bulcaisso is not suitable for outsiders to pay attention to, and it is best not to stay near it.
Bulcaisel punched the stone pillar, and it was still the golden and scarlet portal.
Rorschach walked in without saying a word, ready to face the challenge.
It's not that long before he knows the truth. At most half a year, at the speed of his growth, he will be able to touch the secret realm that no one wants to talk about.
"Bulkess, I have no intention of questioning you, but I still want to ask you, are you sure he is the person you are waiting for?"
Warusk looked at the slightly different secret realm portal and asked in a low voice.
"Although I can continue like this, I can't continue to become stronger like this. Malthael needs someone to face him, and now, I am the only one left."
Bulcaisel lowered his eyes and spoke as if talking to himself.
In the shelter, there is no need to worry too much even if Bulkeso cannot defeat those hell demons.
After all, the Nephalem were not alone.
But now, when it comes to actually facing Malthael, it seems that he is the only Nephalem in the world who has this opportunity.
"Tch, you are always worrying unfounded. Or do you think Rathma can't hold back Malthael? Or do you think you are the only one in the world who is Bulcaisuo?"
Warusk deliberately spoke in an indifferent tone.
The Bulcasso in front of him inherited the wasteland suit from the original ancestor, but he did not inherit the original pair of swords.
What was damaged in the battle with Malthael was nothing more than a pair of imitations that were infinitely close to the original ones.
If he had given the weapon his own legend, it would not have been damaged in battle.
The original legend has always been indestructible.
"I don't care, but I know Malthael's arrival will not be too late. After all, Rathma himself is not as kind as his priest."
Bulcaisel shook his head, remembering the joke about why the Necromancer was not popular.
The adventurer said: "I lost my brother, and I swear to take revenge!"
His companions began to take the oath together.
"My sword is with you!"
"And my magic!"
"My fist!"
At this time, the Necromancer stood up, what could he say?
"And your dead brother!"
Most of the time, no one can accept the way the Necromancer fights.
In addition to the eerie fighting style, there is also their position that is difficult to explain.
The power to confuse life and death is itself very dangerous.
The existence that truly desecrates life and confuses the boundaries between life and death is called Leoric!
Rasma himself is more elusive than his fellow priests, and his purpose is unclear.
The nephalem of the Necromancer profession have finally gathered under the banner of justice and are fighting for the survival of mankind.
But only Rathma has never left any legends about the battle. He is powerful but only obsessed with exploration. No one knows what he is looking for.
He is more like a spectator and never participates in the war.
"Whatever you want, death can't kill the dead soul twice. Our life has ended, and Malthael can't do anything to us."
Warusk fumbled for the gravel hammer on his waist and said calmly, but his face didn't look very good.
Death is the end of life. If you want to bring death to the existence standing at the end, that is not what the authority of death can do.
Unless Malthael receives full authority over life.
"But he can ignore your existence. The dead cannot violate death itself. You may know what death is better than me."
To be continued...