The story of Volusk facing death seems to be a story full of epic feeling to onlookers.
 But if everything he faced at that time had to be described in words, it would probably be a psychedelic dream-like story.
This story probably begins from the moment Warusk saw the vision of the first ancestor.
 After all, it was from that day that he truly became the Immortal King, even if this was not what he hoped for.
That was not a mistake, nor was it destiny, it was just that he and they had no choice.
 …
“Kanai, I still think you are the one who should sit on the throne. Have you never thought that only you can get the recognition of all the Nephalem?
 The title "Immortal King" is too heavy for me, I still can't understand why you want to push me to the throne before everyone can say your name!"
 Worusk sat cross-legged on the ground, his messy hair swaying in the wind like a lion's mane.
He looked at Kanai who was sitting on the edge of the stone chair and writing continuously on a large pile of parchment on the table, his eyes filled with disbelief.
 Everything that happened on this day was really strange to him.
　　While the elders were holding a memorial ceremony, they suddenly said that they wanted to elect an immortal king.
Worusk still remembered that when the news was announced, both the young warriors and the veteran strongmen all looked at Kanai, who stood aside with a calm face.
 When Warusk looked at Kanai, his eyes were full of ecstasy.
Yes!
Who else is qualified to sit on the throne of the Immortal King besides Kanai?
Even if the scope of voting is expanded to all Nephalem, including mages, demon hunters, crusaders, necromancers, etc., this kind of voting will still be 10,000 words regardless of whether it is done a thousand times.
, those people will only have one name written on their ballots!
 That’s “Kanai”!
 The noble one! Kanai!
 But it was Kanai who stood up when everyone was looking at him!
“My compatriots! We need the Immortal King! But my name cannot be engraved on the throne of the Immortal King!
 Of course I am willing to use up all my energy to make everyone’s life better!
 I am also willing to set foot on the most dangerous battlefield when I am needed!
 But I cannot become the immortal king!"
 Carnet said this at the time.
If these words were spoken by Warusk, then these rough barbarians would have probably started to make an uproar long ago.
 But it was Kanai who said these words!
 So everyone present was very quiet, waiting for Kanai to continue speaking.
 For a time, apart from the crackling sound of burning torches in the Elder's Temple, there was only the sound of breathing in the background.
“If I tell you the reasons, it will only bring disaster to us! So forgive me for not being able to tell you the details in detail.
 But don’t worry, we will have an immortal king!
This is not my wishful thinking, but he will definitely be able to do everything an immortal king needs!"
 As Kanai spoke, he looked calmly at Warusk, who was at the forefront of the crowd.
Everyone's eyes followed Kanai's movements and looked at the confused guy.
 Worusk's standing in the front row already demonstrates his status.
Of course there is order among barbarians, and they also need rules such as lining up.
For example, when distributing food, the more powerful the warriors are, the closer they are to the front, because the warriors are responsible for hunting.
 The higher they are at the forefront, the less likely they are to have delicious food. They have food that can satisfy the soldiers, but it is definitely not delicious.
The most delicious food always belongs to the children, and the barbarians know very well what the barbarian children who grow up on the sacred mountain of Arreat will face.
It was an endless battle, an endless fight and a war dance on the edge of life and death.
 At least, the elders and soldiers hope that these children can remember a little bit of the good things about their childhood, instead of just the endless contact and the instructor's fierce face and the smell of alcohol in his mouth.
 Worusk stands at the forefront in most situations where there is a queue, because he is the most powerful among the warriors on the Holy Mountain.
 It's just that there is always one person whose name is included in the extra column in the list of barbarians, and that is Kanai.
"No! How can I do better than you!? Kanai! I can't be as great as you. If one day I can be described as 'great', I will only be ranked next to you.
Behind the name!”
 Worusk was stung by everyone's gaze, and he said in a panic.
"Worusk! If anyone on the Holy Mountain can truly become the immortal king, then it is only you. Believe me!"
 Carnet was very serious when he said this, as serious as the ancestor who only had sculptures left.
“Elders, this is not the first time I have said this! My decision can never be the final verdict!
 Then let us make decisions according to past practice! Of course, I still won’t get involved!”
 Kanai was a little anxious when he spoke, as if he had something that he had to do right now.
The rule of barbarians is of course not that whoever has the bigger fist is right. In that case, this group would not continue to this day, and would even show a trend of growth.
 It’s just that strength is part of this convention.
“Ahem! You mean according to Udi... Sorry, I forgot, you mean to initiate a vote?”
 An elder said nervously.
He originally wanted to say "according to Uldyssian's rules", but the name "Udyssian" has become a topic that cannot be mentioned after this man made his decision.
 Everything is trying to downplay the impact of this existence. It is not only the nephalem, but also angels and demons.
 They kept doing some deliberate things. Although everyone who knew Uldyssian's existence would never forget this man, they all fell silent!
“Vote! Although I think there is probably no one on the Holy Mountain who is more suitable to become the Immortal King than Volusk.”
 After Kanai finished speaking, he turned around and walked to his room.
It was a large enough stone house, with enough space to place a dozen of the largest prey.
 But the room was already filled with various parchment scrolls, leaving a path that led directly to the desk.
 Only at the edge of Kanai's desk can I find some empty space.
　　Everyone who stayed at the scene focused their attention on Warusk. The look in their eyes was a bit strange, but they did not examine him.
 The barbarians did not doubt whether Volusk could become the Immortal King. This was not because of Kanai, but because Volusk already had such qualifications.
Although Volusk behaves a bit cowardly most of the time, except for Kanai, there is no barbarian who can compare with Volusk on the Holy Mountain.
This guy is strong enough and has ideas.
If anyone thinks that Volusk, who seems a bit timid and lazy, is a softie, then he is likely to taste the heavy hammer in Volusk's hands.
Although the barbarians present had not tasted the taste of the heavy hammer that looked like a racket, they could imagine it.
In addition to the devil's smell like rotten eggs, there will only be the rancid smell of the devil's brain!
 Worusk is already powerful enough, but he has never had this kind of self-awareness.
 “Then, the voting begins!
All warriors who are able to pick up their ballots, who do not agree with Volusk as the Immortal King! Go and place your ballots in front of the gates of the temple!”
 An elder said feebly.
Although Kanai said that his decision should not be the final verdict. But now that Kanai is determined not to become the Immortal King, who else is more suitable to become the Immortal King than Volusk?
 That's why he asked those who opposed it to vote, otherwise the movement might not be small.
 The elder looked at the soldiers present. All the soldiers were standing still and had no intention of getting their votes.
 But there was a figure among them who strode towards the place where the votes were stacked.
 Then he picked up the "ballots" that were three side by side and walked towards the door of the Elders' Temple.
To be continued...