325 The Skeleton King is not the king of skeletons!
"Leorric, choose for yourself."
Burkeso was not disturbed at all. He had nothing to say about Death's pleading tone.
What does Leoric want?
It’s just an opportunity! An opportunity to get out of the Skeleton King’s body.
The wise king of Khanduras should not exist like a decaying undead.
Even though Skeleton King's name contains the word "king", it is just a mockery of Leoric.
How can you find peace among the dead bones in the grave?
What he wants, apart from the long dream in eternal sleep that will never wake up, is the past!
“You’re asking about my choice? Are you mocking my will!”
Leoric shouted loudly, his body trembling and making the sound of bones rubbing against each other.
The first step you take is the Burning Hell, a place where once you enter, you can only live with fighting every day.
There were just two dangerous and powerful demon gods inside, one of whom was looking at him fiercely.
Leoric did not look back and stepped into the burning hell.
The moment his body passed through the barrier formed by the power of the Shadow Fang, the bones began to burn.
“I am the King of Skeletons, but not the King of Skeletons!”
Leoric laughed, the flames of hell burning all over his body, one step at a time!
The burning hell under his iron boots turned into patches of pale earth.
The white bones on his body began to turn a burnt black color.
Wherever the Skeleton King goes, everything will be corrupted by the breath of death.
On the ground of the Burning Hell, there are only three footprints of Leoric left.
When Leoric takes the fourth step, the first footprint will disappear.
“Bulkessor, remember your promise! I want to see Khanduras stand on the earth again!”
The heavy hammer in Leoric's hand was held with one hand, leaving pale scratches on the ground.
The other hand gently held up his crown, and a bright diamond on the crown was shining brightly!
"Perhaps I can't be called a hero. But at least, I will never let others sacrifice in vain."
Burkeso is still calm, and bursts of fire are still shining on his body.
The cold anger, the energy that completely exceeds emotional restrictions, allows Bulcatoso to always be in the peak of the peak.
Even though he calmly watched Leoric step into the burning hell, the blue anger in his hand began to shine brightly again!
“Hero? Of course you are not a hero!
You mean when you broke into my house illegally, smashed my collection of jars, resurrected me and beat me to death, then left your white equipment all over the floor and walked away? I usually just use the word tramp.
To describe this kind of person! Oh yes, he is really a hero.
You dare to bring the warm breath of life into my grave and disturb my eternal sleep! Pick up my old bones piece by piece from my kingdom!
Isn’t what you want is for me to be your strength at the right time?
Now I’m fulfilling my promise! Burqessor!”
Leoric's voice was filled with bursts of ridicule and dissatisfaction with the title of hero.
hero?
For Leoric, heroes are just a group of self-righteous guys!
No one has ever saved him!
No one can save his kingdom!
Even broke into his home while he was enjoying his sleep!
“Leorric, are you ready?”
Barr looked at Leoric walking past him, boredom written all over his face.
Bar did not take Leoric seriously. Leoric was just a tool that gave him the opportunity to devour Mephisto.
Does the God of Destruction care what a tool thinks?
“I will kill you, you will not be able to withstand the force of destruction.”
“So what? I am already a dead person. So when I am killed again, what am I? More completely dead?…or alive again!?
Let me tell you Barr! There is only one thing that my old bones are afraid of, and that is osteoporosis!”
Leoric waved his anger directly at Baal, and the huge and ferocious hammer fell heavily on Baal's head.
There was a crisp sound, and Baal's cold head sunk deeply.
Bar's thick arms pressed heavily on Leoric's head, grabbing Leoric's only treasure.
“Take your dirty hands off my crown!”
Leoric established his own domain in the Burning Hell. In this place where the Demon King was born, a breath of the dead began to spread.
This is very difficult, just as difficult as it is for the Hell Demon to open his territory above Harrogath.
But it’s enough for Barr to take back his dirty claws!
The Black King marches!
The giant hammer was swung with a cold aura, creating a hint of coolness in the high-temperature burning hell.
After three consecutive collisions, Leoric's heavy hammer passed through Baal's body and fell to the ground.
Bar's body trembled for a while, then returned to its original state!
“Leoric, you are insulting the Lord of Hell!”
Mephisto finally takes action!
After being injured accidentally or intentionally by Baal, Mephisto attacked Leoric with full of hatred!
Hateful claws and a bone wing slapped Leoric's body, making a sound like nails on frosted glass.
The harsh sound makes people feel irritated and even gives rise to a trace of hatred.
“The best choice for a madman is to stay still and wait for the end to come.”
After a loud roar, Mephisto directly pushed Leoric to the ground.
The venomous snake-like spine penetrated Leoric's chest, impaling the Skeleton King on the ground of the Burning Hell!
The pale bones were stained with smoke-like traces in the demonic fire of hell.
"Those farmers said that I was crazy...that I was paranoid! Does it mean that thinking that everyone is going to kill you is paranoid? Really? Is it really true?...Oh, it turns out it is true. But in the end they
We really took action..."
Leoric used the heavy hammer to support himself on the ground, and then straightened up his body made of bones little by little.
The ribs scratched the spine that ran through his chest, making an overwhelming sound.
Immediately afterwards, Leoric stretched out a claw filled with the aura of death towards Mephisto!
A connection was established between him and Mephisto, and Mephisto's power became Leoric's power to exist in hell!
Leoric will not give in, he never has!
Never give up!
He is still the Wise King of Canduras. Even if he is called the Skeleton King now, he is still the Skeleton King of Canduras!
“Leorric, if we meet again next time, I will remember to knock on the door before I look for you.”
Burkethal no longer looked at the entanglement between Leoric and the two demons.
It is destined to be a battle in which one is beaten, and then recovers and continues to be beaten.
In the Burning Hell, the limit of what Leoric could do was involving these two demons.
Death disappeared directly outside the gate of the Burning Hell when Leoric took that step.
Leoric has already made his choice, and he can only watch what happens next silently.
Death can do nothing.
With liquid like tears in his eyes, Death walked backwards and left the scene.
The figure disappeared little by little in the hot air, and returned little by little to the kingdom of the dead.
"ha!"
Bulkatho let out a war cry in the form of a berserker's fury, and heavily hit the Shadow Fang that appeared in front of him with the blue fury in his hand.
A strike as swift as thunder, a strike as sudden as thunder in the clear sky!
While Baal and Mephisto were entangled with Leoric, before the Hell Demon had time to hide the Shadow Fang in the Burning Hell!
He had used all his strength in this blow, and the entire Burning Hell was in turmoil.
The ground he was standing on disintegrated little by little, and the angry blue blade collided with the Shadow Fang!
“For the justice of the higher heavens!”
The voice of Yizuer, who was still an angel back then, seemed to be heard in the air, and bursts of dazzling light collided with the void emanating from the Shadow Fang.
There is no sound, the burning hell is shaking.
There were cracks in the ground, but this time there were no countless demonic armies born in the cracks!
Just like when the Great Demon God Diavolo stepped on the crystal dome.
“Bullshit high-level heaven! For the courage to never compromise and the justice of mankind!”
Burkeso cursed softly, and the anger in his body continued to turn into energy and filled into the blue anger.
Yizur's tall body slowly emerged from the Blue Fury, and then they reached out and grasped the handle of the Blue Fury!
“Bulkess, I hate humans! Because you are half of the devil!”
“I hate angels even more. They are always looking forward and backward. Only you and Imprius can be seen!”
Burkeso's anger washed away the blue anger like a tide, and the waves of cold breath turned into the light of the sword.
“Tch, Yizuer! Your legend is too poor!”
When Bulcaisel finished saying this, the blue fury broke in the collision with the Shadow Fang!
A small click sound!
The remaining half of the blue fury hit the layer of protection outside the Burning Hell with huge power and Bulcaisuo's fist!
The other half fell to the ground helplessly, turned into powder and dissipated with a pop.
“Perhaps yes, it’s time for me to return to the higher heaven.”
Yizur's figure disintegrated little by little.
“Thank you, barbarian! You have redeemed my soul.”
“Get out of here, Yizu’er! You’ve ruined my trophies!”
Bulcaisel's body withdrew from the stance of Fury of the Berserker, gritted his teeth and stuffed the legendary remains of Blue Fury into his backpack.
The legend of Yizuel contains his persistence as an angel. Even though his body was corrupted by the seven demon kings and turned into a claw of the devil, his soul was still noble.
Yizur was freed, but the legend finally came to an end.
That was the trophy that Bulcaisor got when he beheaded the corrupted Yizuer, but it was eventually destroyed by Yizuer.
An original legend cannot be compared to the imitations.
“Bulkesso! You did something wrong!”
Barr put his hand on Leoric's head and roared loudly.
Completely ignoring that the skeleton was smashing his fingers with a giant hammer.
Following Baal's roar, a tiny bit of particles fell from the Shadow Fang.
That is the blade of the Shadow Fang!
Burkatho destroyed Azurefury in one blow, but damage finally appeared on Shadowfang.
Even if it is just a loss like a grain of rice.
Yizur achieved his long-cherished wish and was freed from the shackles of legend!
“Disgusting bed bug! Next time we meet, I will definitely break off that fang of Tasamet!”
Burkeso did not look back, and directly opened a portal and returned to Harrogath.
Things here have come to an end.
Next time, Bulcaisel will bring the power of Diavolo and the identity of a certain archangel to meet Baal and the others again.
At that time, Shadow Fang will surely be destroyed!
…
“My brother, I saw it. I saw Annihilation coming to earth despite your request.
I saw the aura of death coming from Annihilation's body, and I want you to stop him."
Death sits on a lonely throne, muttering softly.
She is calling for eternity.
The aura of Annihilation is being wrapped in the shadow of death, which means that Annihilation is entering a dangerous situation.
Annihilation should not appear in the human world. It is precisely because of this that Death realizes Leoric's possible eternal separation.
Eternity has no time to answer the call of death.
The court of life in front of him was harassing him one after another.
If you are not careful, a large part of the world in the eternal body will be lost.
In order for the world to grow steadily stronger, Eternity can only carefully face the attack of the Tribunal of Life.
Eternal can think of what Annihilation has done, but he has no way to escape during this period.
The court of life is an existence that he must face carefully.
Eternity is temporarily disconnected.
Death did not wait for her brother's response, but she could not contact Annihilation no matter what.
The feeling of loneliness began to invade her heart, and the fear of loss made Death curl up and quietly lean on the throne that still had Leoric's aura.
Death began to become paranoid, and the two rings on his hand began to proliferate and then split.
Thrown into this world!
A gorgeous burial!
The holders of the Ring of Life and the Ring of Death will feel that hostility and will fight on the stage of the entire world.
All the dead will not come to the kingdom of death, but will turn into decaying ashes and be buried for the Skeleton King!
The passing of one existence should be commemorated by the destruction of countless lives.
Death begins to prepare for this greatest destruction!
“Leorric, if this time is the farewell...”
Death whispers...
All the souls of the dead in that country are gradually fading, and then disappearing little by little.
If Leoric was simply killed, he would only be resurrected as the Skeleton King.
But if the existence is erased, then it no longer exists!
The souls in the realm of death will return to the world as her memory of Leoric!
For the festival of confrontation between life and death, we present wonderful, clumsy, stupid and cruel fire!
Eternal felt what death had done, but at this time he couldn't even say anything to stop it!
The Tribunal of Life discovered this move that hindered the development of the world, and its offensive became even more rapid.
Eternity can only resist and protect the world inside itself.
…
“May the divine radiance burn away your sins!”
Johanna muttered words while galloping on the land of hell.
The power of the Crusaders rushed into Hela's body through the chains of the God's war horse, like water filling a rubber ball.
Hila felt that her body was expanding little by little.
The power she gained before is constantly burning, causing her endless pain!
“Ah↑ah↓ah↓ah↑!!!”
Hela let out a cry of pain. The feeling that her body was being filled and beginning to swell was eroding her sanity.
The body was dragged along the ground, and blood was spilled all the way.
But the wound recovered little by little under the strength of Johanna.
The power of the Hell Demon turned into gas like boiled water, blowing away her skin and flesh.
The severe pain made the hatred in her heart even more intense.
Imprisoned by Odin in the sunless underworld of Helm, Hela's heart has been wandering between pain and hatred.
Want to redeem her?
It is impossible just to have power constantly washing and torturing us!
Hela’s hatred will last for thousands of years and will not be simply eliminated.
But this also means that she will endure a longer period of time in Johanna's "redemption".
Those who devote themselves wholeheartedly to hatred will not reflect on themselves, and those who only want to prove themselves will not listen to other people's persuasion.
Even at this time, Hela was swollen like a corpse buried in the ground with a "giant view", and the skin was separated from the bones and flesh and was trembling like a balloon.
She did not feel the slightest regret.
The power of the Holy Crusaders is not very refined, and the process of being washed away by divine faith is full of pain.
But the lotus blooming in the mud is the most beautiful, and the flower in the depth of sin is incomparably beautiful.
“May you bear my pain one day!”
Hela spoke in Johanna's tone, her voice trembling in pain.
The cold hatred in it is like a substance that resists Johanna's power.
Johanna didn’t say much.
She is a Crusader, not a priest!
For her, redemption is just a means to witness whether an existence still has a chance.
Those who are hopeless will be reduced to ashes in the endless flight, and what is left is the existence worthy of redemption.
What happened in Bulcaisel was more worthy of Johanna's attention than Hela.
She felt the turmoil on the ground, felt the anger coming from Bulcaisso passing through the air, and her mind had already flown to Bulcaisuo.
Of course she will pay attention to the coming of the Burning Hell, and she is not stupid enough to be easily attracted to it.
It’s just that Johanna also knew very well that if she didn’t leave, the Hell Demon would not show up in front of her and Bulcaisel.
Now that there is only one lie and three demons left, more than two hell demons will not appear in this place.
All she has to do is give the Demon King of Hell a chance to show up.
As for Hela, an excuse to leave.
“Redeeming” a sinless person is merely incidental.
Compassion is always there, but mercy should only be shown to people who have always been kind.
The Crusaders are an armed force! They are combatants fighting against demons!
Forgiveness without a bottom line will only lead to more hatred.
“Johanna, teleport over here!”
Burkeso's voice rang in Johanna's ears, and the turmoil on the ground finally stopped.
Johanna waved the butcher's knife with only the handle remaining and opened the portal in front of her, dragging Hela and rushing in directly.
There is no slowdown...
When she passed through the portal, she directly collided with Mocott's pickup truck.
Johanna's war horse rushed over without wavering, and the pickup truck forged by Rasuk turned into pieces in mid-air.
“Ha! Johanna!”
Mocott shouted loudly in mid-air, and landed directly in front of Johanna with a somewhat weird posture.
There was excitement in his voice. As for the pickup truck forged by Rasuk being broken, it’s not worth caring about at all!
Who said that Rasuq's craftsmanship is not good enough to add a legendary Sakala shoulder armor to the car.
A car that cannot even be indestructible is not interesting at all!
“Mocott? What does this mean?”
The war horse that Johanna was riding suddenly disappeared, and Hela behind her finally had time to rest.
She rolled twice like a bloated rubber ball and hit a rock and stopped.
“Who is this?”
Tony sat by a campfire and asked Rumlow next to him, with curiosity in his eyes.
Although Johanna didn’t look energetic and her armor was covered in dust, it couldn’t cover up the dazzling brilliance.
His heroic appearance made Tony a little concerned.
On the other hand, Natasha was comparing her appearance with Johanna.
This is Natasha's habit. Rare beauties will always subconsciously compare their beauty.
There is no malice in it, but it is just a comparison.
“I don’t know, but he is obviously an acquaintance of the ancestors.”
Rumlow rubbed his nose, and then his body shook unnaturally.
Even after he became a barbarian, his sins did not disappear.
When facing Johanna, he instinctively felt the danger.
“What about the ball at the back?”
When Tony said "ball", Hela's body began to return to its original shape little by little.
She is also a rare beauty, but she is much more enchanting.
The meager strength of the Hell Demon King in Hela's body has been burned away by the previous drag.
It’s just that the feelings full of hatred haven’t had time to be reversed.
"have no idea."
Rumlow avoided Johanna’s gaze intentionally or unintentionally, and spoke in a perfunctory manner.
Then Thor stood in front of Hela and stretched out his arm.
“Madam, I feel a familiar aura from your body.”
Thor spoke boldly, and his conversation and behavior seemed no different from those of the young people he chatted up on the street.
"Me too."
Hela straightened her appearance, then grabbed Thor's hand and stood up.
The aura inherited from Odin in Thor made Hela very unhappy.
She had already recognized the identity of the person in front of her after just one face-to-face meeting.
Even though he was imprisoned, Hela was still able to get some information from her brothers who served as jailers.
Thor's news was something Baldr always mentioned.
Thunder, the next Lord of Asgard.
Although Baldr has been directly killed by Mephisto, Hela is always full of nostalgia for this younger brother.
That was the brother who had been with her the longest.
He is also the person she hates most besides Odin.
“Johanna, long time no see. It seems like you are not having a good time these days?”
Vida suddenly appeared in front of him and greeted Johanna.
Behind Vader, Banner and Betty were constantly observing all this.
As for General Ross, he was called away by the old General Qualkek at this time.
Probably undergoing revision.
“I heard that some of your recruits can bite black bread with their gums without making a sound?”
Johanna took out the remaining piece of black bread and waved it around, asking Vida.
She still remembered Bulcaisel’s cold joke from before.
Rumlow poked Casillas, who was sitting next to him, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.
“Ha, you’re famous, brother.”
“Shut up, if you don’t want to feel my forehead being tempered by the ancestors of Kanuk!”
Casillas drank rudely.
As soon as he lifted his gums and bit into the black bread, Casillas felt his jaw hurt from the wind.
This is all a conditioned reflex.
“Johanna, I’ve said it before, but I have to say it again. Welcome back!”
Burkeso stood in the center of the crowd and said to Johanna.
"Welcome back."
"welcome!"
The ancestors who were familiar with Johanna followed Bulcaisuo’s words and welcomed her.
Even the ancestors who were not so familiar nodded to Johanna as a greeting.
“It’s just right, let’s call our new festival ‘Reunion’, a glorious reunion with our ancestors and a reunion with our comrades-in-arms!”
Aunt Mara rarely appears in the eyes of others, this kind old woman said with a smile.
“Then let’s call it ‘Reunion Festival’, it’s pretty much the same anyway.”
Worusk stroked his beard and said, finally deciding on this festival.
…
It is said to be a festival, but barbarian festivals are not complicated.
Or basically, guys who have spent their lives in combat are not interested in complicated things.
As long as you are happy during the festival, apart from fighting, perhaps eating and drinking is the simplest happiness.
In the blacksmith workshop of Rasuk, Bulkesso was talking to Warusk about the previous events.
Burkeso's hand was tapping a shield gently.
That's the weapon in Johanna's hand.
Johanna, wearing coarse clothes, sat upright on a chair on the side, listening to Bulkesso and Warusk talking about what happened before.
“So, you sent an Izual to the High Heavens, and then lost a legend? And you also threw Leoric into an abyss where there was nothing but a beating?”
Worusk said as he pinched his teeth.
Worusk doesn't like to suffer losses.
If anyone tells him that suffering a loss is a blessing, he can swear and wish others blessings like the East Sea.
“Ours has accelerated and it looks like we are now at a numerical disadvantage.”
Burkeso said as he put the last hammer on the Crusader shield, then took out the thick iron block for polishing and slowly wiped the shield.
It doesn't take any effort at all if you simply want to repair it.
Take out tens of thousands of gold coins from your backpack, melt them into liquid, and then sprinkle them on the equipment to repair it.
This is also the reason why when the blacksmiths in the shelter repair equipment, it only takes a moment.
Those gold coins dropped from the demon's body carry extraordinary energy.
The blacksmiths in the shelter always have a furnace of liquid melted from gold coins waiting for adventurers to repair their equipment.
But Bulcaisel didn’t like this method very much, so he would always use a hammer to hammer the deformed equipment back to its original shape bit by bit.
The liquid is applied to the equipment last.
In his words, this way, the original appearance of the equipment can be better maintained, and it will be easier to use.
“Accelerate? That’s easy to say. Didn’t you just confirm Diavolo’s recovery? Now you don’t even know Belial’s location, what are you going to do?”
Worusk said nonchalantly, and then sat directly on the ground.
As for the numerical disadvantage, he doesn't care much.
At worst, we can squeeze out the source of power of the Holy Mountain and let the ancestors rush down in a swarm for a good fight.
The impact of this will last for up to ten years, but if this happened last time, the Burning Hell or High-level Heaven would have to stop for about the same amount of time.
If nothing else, none of the large group of named ancestors can be killed by sheer numbers.
Without the restraint of beings of the same level, quantity is meaningless to the barbarians.
As for a demon at the level of Hamelin, Warusk didn’t think the two demon gods involved with Leoric could create it.
Diavolo is not in the Burning Hell now, so trying to create a high-strength demon is just a pipe dream.
“Accelerate the cultivation of strong enough warriors, otherwise our battle will cause the world to suffer unwarranted harm.”
Burkeso talked nonsense seriously.
Of course Warusk understands these things.
But Volusk doesn't care about that.
Being distracted from protecting the weak when defeating evil is a path to death in Warusk's opinion.
The Immortal King Volusk can only protect his own people at most, and most of the time he doesn't even do much to protect his people.
Fighting and inheritance are the only things he is responsible for.
“What are you going to do? Open the secret realm to everyone? And then spend your time dealing with those beings who have gained the power to do evil?”
Worusk's tone was filled with disdain.
Barbarians are quite generous, but they are not taken advantage of.
I don’t say what benefits I will get, but I can’t cause trouble to myself.
“Do you think numbers are useful? How many years will it take for them to have the strength to stand in front of the Demon King of Hell without being crushed instantly? Numbers are meaningless.”
“Cultivation of young people worth cultivating and providing better conditions. For example, some weapons that do not exceed standards.”
Burkeso thought a little and moved his hands a little harder.
Leaves an ugly scratch on the shield.
Burkeso frowned, picked up the hammer, touched the melted gold coins on the edge, and carefully hammered it again.
“How about giving them better growth conditions and then accelerating their growth time? Maybe we can also let some of the local strong men become barbarians to give them greater possibilities?”
Burkeso added, causing Warusk to look at him as an idiot.
“Do you think a guy who is already strong enough will easily find another way to become stronger? Don’t forget, all people who can be called strong are stubborn!”
“I know, but the powerful people in this world seem to be locked in power by something. They may need this opportunity very much.”
Burkeso said with a frown.
This choice is not a good one.
It also violates fairness.
Giving things to others for no reason will most of the time be met with suspicion.
I believe that there are not many people who fall into the trap of pie in the sky, and even if there are, others will have already been deceived miserably.
It is obvious that people who want to take advantage are the most easily deceived.
“I heard you know a guy who would be a good fit for the Crusaders?”
Johanna interrupted when she heard this, her eyes serious and curious.
Those whom Bulcaisel considers more suitable to become Crusaders are rare.
Burkeso rarely comments on others, and will only say a few words when it is really necessary to do so.
“That guy seems to be older than you. But his moral character is very similar to that of the Holy Crusaders.”
Burkeso moved a little closer to the shield in his hand and observed it carefully.
After a few gentle taps, the shield became no different from before.
“Steve Rogers, he gets the Lampoon of Justice recognition.”
Burkeso said calmly, then raised his eyes to observe Johanna's reaction.
The legendary Bulcaisuo, the Ring of Justice, had already asked for it from Imprius. Even though Bulcaisuo wanted to give it to Johanna, Imprius did not nod in agreement.
Now that the Lamp Ring of Justice has recognized someone else, Bulcaisel is worried that Johanna will feel lost.
“That is really suitable for the Holy Crusaders. How do you think it would be more suitable for him to become a Nephalem? Let’s talk about it first. I don’t intend to give my blood to a stranger.”
Johanna took the shield from Bulcaisel's hand and waved it casually a few times.
Then he stuffed Akarat’s Epiphany into his backpack.
“You should have the power to open the secret realm of the Brave Temple, right?”
Burkeso asked with some anxiety.
The power to open secret realms is most often held by the ghosts of the ancient Nephalem.
The Holy Mountain of Harrogath is a special case. Because of the explosion of Arreat, these ancestors shared this power.
“Hmm. It’s just that the Temple of the Brave seems to have been cleansed by Malthael. Now I don’t know how to open the secret realm.”
Johanna said to Bulcaisel with a smile.
“Okay, what do you want?”
Burkeso said straightforwardly.
He almost watched Johanna grow up, so she was asking for benefits.
Although it was just a harmless joke, it still gave Bulcaisel a headache.
Taking care of children is not a problem for him, but when the children he is familiar with grow up, it becomes a bit difficult to get along with him.
“Forge a ring for me. The ring on my hand was made with the help of Old Tan Shen, but I still think your craftsmanship is more trustworthy.”
Johanna’s voice is very calm and hearty.
Burkeso nodded somewhat doubtfully, agreeing to this condition.
The thief god Shen Laotan’s skills in forging jewelry are not inferior to Bulcasso’s skills in forging weapons and armors. In the field of jewelry, Bulcasso does not think that he is better than Shen Laotan.
But this is not something that needs to be investigated thoroughly.
Johanna will use the best equipment, which is common sense for every adventurer.
“What? You don’t seem to be happy about it?”
Johanna said this, then took out a butcher knife with a small blade under her body and sharpened her nails.
Because I lowered my head and couldn't see her expression.
On one side, Warusk dug out a bottle of wine from under the blacksmith workshop in Rasuk and poured it directly into his mouth.
“Aren’t we talking about speeding up now? Why did we end up at the forging?”
Worusk finished the wine, wiped his mouth and interrupted the conversation.
“Can the Crusaders be trained on a large scale?”
Worusk asked directly. Since he had already said this, he could just continue with the topic.
“It’s not easy, but there is some hope of creating guys like Cormac on a large scale. It’s just that the will is a little hard to say.”
Johanna thought for a while and then said.
Templars and Crusaders are not the same profession, but there are still some similarities.
It’s just that Johanna can’t guarantee that all the guys she trains will become noble.
You must know that there are not a few corrupted guys among the Knights Templar.
Cormac even killed his former comrade in the adventure, who had long since become a minion of the devil.
“Then give it a try. The worst that can happen is that Tarik will be sacrificed and the evidence of shame will be placed in the training ground for those guys to use every day!”
Burkeso gritted his teeth and said.
Borrowing weapons from other ancestors is not a simple matter.
Weapons that have been with you for hundreds of years are not something that can be easily loaned out.
Three Ancestors used their own legends to crush Azmodan's soul for Bul-Katho, but now it feels like it's too much to borrow weapons.
“Trouble comes one after another”
Worusk dug another bottle out of the ground, but stopped after just taking a sip.
Her face also became a little strange.
“I need to go out for a while, you guys can chat first.”
Worusk stood up directly, then walked out with the bottle in his hand, his steps a little anxious.
Not long after, Rasuk's angry curses could be heard, and then the sound of fists hitting his face could be heard.
"What's going on here?"
Johanna asked curiously, and Bulcasso looked a little embarrassed.
"What Warusk dug was what Rasuk buried. That guy and I were learning how to make wine for a while, and planned to use the Sinking Demon's stuff to make wine, but then we seemed to have forgotten where the bottle of wine was buried.
Already."
Burkeso hesitated when he spoke.
Looks like Warusk hit the jackpot.
But for a guy like a thief, he turned around and beat the victim, which seemed a bit excessive.
“It seems like there’s always something on Harrogath that I don’t know about.”
Johanna’s expression also became strange.
She knew that Bulcaisel used demon blood to make wine.
But Bulcaisel uses the blood of guys like Diavolo, the thing of the Sinking Demon...