"Rumlow, do you know why Bulcasso is angry?"
Tarik walked slowly in front, followed by a somewhat troubled Rumlow.
Tarik had a lot to say about what happened before, but the most important thing now is to find Mokot.
The ancestor who was always taciturn did not like lively occasions unless the people around him were his trusted comrades.
"I do not quite understand."
Rumlow's voice was obviously a little irritated, and Bulcasso's attitude towards him made him feel that he was not very popular.
"Because you represent not only me, but also Mocott.
Mocott was originally the barbarian who had the most hope of becoming the next general, but unfortunately he was not only older than Qualkirk, but he also died earlier than Qualkirk."
Tarik said somewhat hollowly.
Mocott, a taciturn savage.
Andacourgas was the first person to take a fancy to Burqasso, who had yet to show his qualifications as a strong player, and Mocott was the second.
"Mocott may be more important to Burqasso than Warusk."
Talik walked silently, not caring at all that he mentioned Warusk, a name that should have been downplayed.
If you want to give an example, only this guy Volusk can be more clear.
"No mercy?"
Rumlow asked, with a bit of hope in his expression.
The recognition of a legend means that a powerful weapon can be entrusted.
Then give birth to new strong ones.
Talking about the legend of "No Mercy", Tarik stopped:
"You can't be without mercy. In this world, no one can be without mercy except Bulkeso.
Because of compassion, there is no mercy.
Although it may seem contradictory to say this, these are Mocott's exact words."
Rumlow looked past Tarik in front of him and looked at Mocott who was sitting quietly among the trees.
Perhaps compared to hearing it from Talik's mouth, Mocott himself is more convincing.
"Did I say that at the time?"
Mocott raised his head and looked at Tarik, his face a little confused.
Of course he heard the previous conversation, but it was too long a memory, and Mocott himself couldn't remember the specific things.
"Of course, that's what you said."
Tarik smiled at Mocott, and then pushed Rumlow in front of Mocott.
"This is the person we selected together at that time. You can't leave them all to me to teach you, right?"
Tarik twitched the corners of his mouth and said with a smile.
Now Mokot as a soul cannot be more powerful than Talik as one of the three ancestors.
That is limited to him who is dead.
When he was alive, Tarik received education from Mocott for a long period of time.
This education continued until Mokot returned to the Holy Mountain as an ancestral spirit.
"I just think it's a bit of a waste for a potential warrior to be directly hacked to death by Bulqessor."
Mocott raised his eyes and looked directly at Tarik.
This direct gaze full of oppression lasted until Tarik put away the unnecessary expression on his face.
"A dead person should not consume the few other emotions besides anger. Tarik, you have done too many things recently."
Mocott closed his eyes with satisfaction, reached out and wiped the snow on the ground, and then took out a bottle of the special liquor left by his ancestors from Bulqueso.
Then he threw it directly to Rumlow.
When a soul drinks, nothing is left but a burning sensation.
The wine brewed by Bulqueso and given to the ancestors contains his blood and part of his emotions.
This wine can allow these ancestors to maintain their state, or should I say! humanity, for a longer period of time when they are souls!
Mocott obviously knew why Tarik appeared in front of him with Rumlow.
The barbarians' trust in the Immortal King is not because of the damn noble throne, but because every Immortal King is someone they trust. This is what makes the title of Immortal King different.
color.
Over the years, my relatives may not understand what Bulqueso means to them.
"Drink it, Rumlow, I hope you can have the opportunity to feel the soul of Bulcasso."
Mocott rarely spoke without interruption.
But on the closed eyes, the eyelids were trembling.
Rumlow looked at the bottle in his hand, the dark red wine exuding a faint light.
It's nothing like the ones Rumlow got before.
"What an irresponsible statement. Is this a test?"
Rumlow smiled, then glanced at the token of shame hanging on Tarik's waist.
The emotions are a bit complicated.
When the Token of Shame was used as a sacrifice to help Vader rush into the Dark Soul Stone, for a moment, Rumlow was freed from the influence of this legend.
Even when Talik began to gather his legend again, he became controlled again.
But memory doesn't lie.
For Rumlow, he trusts his memory more.
Besides, Rumlow didn't think Tarik knew anything about it, and so far, Tarik hadn't told him about it.
"Just an opportunity. A chance to live your dream."
Talik said with his arms crossed.
He looked at Rumlow with a look of hope in his eyes.
Perhaps, Rumlow can get what they have always wanted for him.
The redeemed are never easy to be.
Compared with the Ring of Nagel that Matthew got, the Resonating Skull that Rumlow got is a bit far behind.
But the answer that really got Bulcaisel's approval was Rumlow's.
Otherwise, Bulcasso wouldn't have emphasized the importance of asking Tarik to teach him. Compared to Matthew, Bulcaisel's words to Rumlow were more meaningful.
Knowing your own weakness is only the first step, changing the current situation of weakness is the most urgent need.
Qualkirk has always done this.
Mountain splitting axe?
This only means who is most similar to Qualkek, not who can surpass Qualkey.
Rumlow raised his head and poured the drink into his mouth.
A stifling pungency and rising compassion in his heart caused Rumlow to lose consciousness for a moment.
Mocott closed his eyes and nodded.
He felt the compassion coming from Bulkeso's soul, and it was obvious that his approach was correct.
"Are you ready?"
Tarik asked while mouthing to Moct.
Even with his eyes closed, Mocott nodded as if he heard it.
To be continued...