Rorschach still held the Hammer of Judgment with a dull look, while Bulcaisel sat on the throne with his head tilted, like the posture of Volusk in the past.
 The Immortal King, a tragic title for a king.
This throne may not be any better than the throne of Canduras.
Burkeso felt tired that he had not felt for a long time.
That does not come from the body, but from a kind of confusion deep in the heart.
 “Warusk, are you lonely?”
Burkeso tapped the broken armrest of the throne with his hand and asked casually.
 Even though he had no hope of hearing Volusk's answer.
lonely?
Of course it’s lonely.
 Thousands of years of silence without much communication with other beings.
 Instead of using loneliness to describe it, it is better to think about why Warusk did not fall into madness in the long loneliness.
 The throne began to radiate warmth, making Bulcasso increasingly tired.
 Thinking about it carefully, this barbarian who is called the strongest seems to have never slept peacefully.
 Two primitive legends fell into Bulcasso's hands, pierced the ground, and got stuck there.
 Bul-Katho's Warrior's Blood and Bul-Katho's Solemn Oath.
 Two original legends.
 Gifts from the first ancestors.
When Bulcaisel pinches these two legendary handles, it means that the ceremony to become the Immortal King has begun.
Burkeso tilted his head and supported his cheek with his hands, making the gesture that Volusk always liked.
 Looking at the two legends, he was a little lost in thought.
Even though he has imitated these two legendary heavy weapons more than once, this was the second time he actually saw these two glorious weapons.
 The first time was when he had contact with his first ancestors.
“Symbol of victory? Is this what the tribesmen use to describe you?”
Burkeso spoke to the two legends in front of him like a madman.
Although the weapon cannot speak, the flickering light seems to be responding to Bulcaisel's questions.
“It’s such a boring inner sustenance. Didn’t the first generation fail? Or is there anyone on the Holy Mountain who hasn’t failed except me?”
Burkeso said in a self-deprecating tone.
 Pressing his hands on his knees, his eyes were a little cold.
 Trust is easier said than done.
Even for the ancestor who laid the foundation for the strength of the barbarians, Bulcaisuo did not have much trust.
Most of the ancestors of the Holy Mountain are familiar to Bulcaisuo, so they can trust them.
But what can be trusted about an ancestor who has long since disappeared from everyone’s sight?
 Do we just rely on those ancient legends and fragmentary records?
 This is almost like a joke.
Burkeso said, stretching out his hands and grasping the two legends.
 The emerald green light seemed to be boiling in an instant, filled with a burning breath.
The original legend should have given power, but that power is nothing to Bulcaisel now.
 At most, it can be considered a full meal?
 The power of time surged through Bulcasso's body, and he felt a sense of spying.
It was as if someone was secretly observing, which made him a little annoyed.
 A blue crack appeared on the wall behind the Elder's Temple, and a familiar light appeared at the other end.
Burkeso did not intend to let go of his hands to observe those accidents. The inheritance of the Immortal King was continuing.
 There is nothing more important than that right now.
The vision of the First Ancestor is about to appear, and then Volusk will make his last appearance in existence.
 It's just that there seems to be something missing from Bulcaisso.
 For example, wearing a formal suit.
The wasteland suit that symbolizes the wrath of the wasteland worn by the first ancestor and the Immortal King suit worn by Volusk both look good.
 At least it reveals some dignity.
Now Bulcaisel's body is bare-chested, with only a skirt and armor tied around the waist by a belt.
 barefoot, spreading,
 There is no majesty of a king at all.
 There is just the same barbaric atmosphere as the name barbarian.
 The scars on the body are beating a little bit, and then disappear.
 Only a red war pattern was left on the chest.
“I never thought that barbarians would one day not even be able to wear armor.”
 A voice with surprise came slowly.
The image of the first generation ancestor appeared on the side of the throne, speaking in a tone of distress for the child.
Burkeso rolled his eyes, pinned the two legends on his waist, smoothed the messy hair on his head, and showed the scarlet dark soul stone to the first generation ancestor.
“I never thought that one day the barbarians would need a temporarily vacant cage to become immortal kings.”
Burkeso said this.
The eyes are filled with contempt.
The first generation ancestors represent many things, such as traditions and the like, and they can always be lined up in a long line.
 But the past and the present are no longer the same.
 Two Bulkesso.
 They appeared in the same place across a long period of time.
 Then they looked at each other with disgust.
 “Tell me, what’s going on?”
The first generation ancestors said this.
 He sat on the ground helplessly, stretched out his hand and knocked on the ground.
 Then he showed a look of surprise again.
“Why does this holy mountain only have such a small accumulation of power? I remember that my body was left on the holy mountain. That power alone cannot make the holy mountain appear so weak!”
The first generation asked.
 Looking a little confused.
 “You are talking about the Holy Mountain of Arreat, and this is the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.”
Burkeso said casually, lying back and leaning on the back of the throne.
This is very impolite, and there is nothing dignified about it.
But this is better than the bad things Volusk did on the throne.
 Fortunately, Warusk would wipe those marks silently every time when he was alone.
  It's like a lunatic.
To be continued...