"I thought you were going to take a little longer, Bulcaisel."
Worusk on the floor raised his head and said.
The reason why he is in this posture is because his injury is not much better.
Even the first generation ancestors jumped out and distributed a life to the ancestors on the holy mountain.
But Dudu seems to have missed Warusk. Ordinarily the first generation ancestors would not have made such a mistake.
“If I stay away longer, I’m afraid I won’t even know what the Holy Mountain will look like when I come back.
Worusk, I think you know how important the sacred mountain of Harrogas is to us and to me."
Burkeso looked at Warusk lying on the ground with deep eyes, and then sat directly next to Warusk.
“Do you want me to hand-feed you some wine?
Or are you finally planning to stand up?"
Burkeso took out several bottles of wine from his backpack and placed them one by one in front of Warusk.
“Oh, you never took the existence outside of you seriously from the beginning.
Honestly, who else do you think you can trust besides yourself?
I don’t know if this is your nature or the warning Uldyssian left for you. If it is the latter, then I can only praise Uldyssian’s foresight.”
Worusk immediately lowered his head, his face flat on the ground, as if the towering bridge of his nose did not exist.
“Shadowfang was brought to the sacred mountain of Harrogath, what do you want to say?
In addition, Kanai and Diavolo are both in the Dark Soul Stone.
If you have something to tell them, just say it directly and they will hear it.
Of course, if you plan to meet them in person, you can.”
Burkeso casually crushed the mouth of a wine bottle, tilted his head and poured it into his mouth.
Is moderate drinking good for your health?
This is true, but I am talking about those drunkards.
In fact, alcohol can only do harm once it enters the body.
It's just that the physical condition of the Nephalem is much better than that of ordinary people, and barbarians are famous for their physical strength among the Nephalem.
This way these soldiers were not allowed to fall under the influence of alcohol.
“What do I want to say?
I want to say that no one can defeat death, but you will definitely say that I am farting."
Worusk's face was still pressed firmly against the ground, and his voice became a little weird.
“No, it is true that no one can defeat death. At most, he can only escape the arrival of death.
Even though our lifespan is still unknown, it is undeniable that we will still die.
This is what people are, isn’t it?”
Bulkessor patted the ground of the Elder's Temple, and bursts of power surged up and poured into Volusk's body.
This energy may not be enough to restore Volusk to his peak, but it is more than enough to give him basic mobility.
“You can use the ancestor summons now, I’m back with Kanai.
Your most powerful side can finally appear in front of these guys, aren't you happy?"
Burkeso had an indifferent expression on his face. Just looking at his expression made it impossible to feel happy.
What was Volusk like when he was at his most powerful?
Transformed into the form of the Fury of the Berserker, and next to him stood Kanai's ancestral spirit.
One Kanai is enough to rival the three ancestors. Although Kanai doesn’t like the path Volusk chose,
But there is no denying the power of Warusk.
“Why did you ask him to come out?
Look at how embarrassed I am now?
Instead of talking to me about Kanai, why not think about how the powerful people in this world view us."
Worusk sat up and took away a bottle of wine.
“They won’t thank us because our arrival allows them to face enemies they shouldn’t face.
If this kind of thing happens to you and me, neither you nor I would like someone who brings danger.
Then there is no reason to ask others to do things that we cannot do.”
Burkeso knocked his head. The confrontation between Diavolo and Kanai was a bit too noisy.
“I thought you already had full trust in that mage.”
There was a hint of ridicule on Warusk's face.
“Of course, I trust them.
But this does not prevent them from hating us when faced with disaster.
The worst case scenario is just fighting, the one who is alive is the winner, and the winner naturally has the right to speak."
Burkeso tilted his head and tapped his hand lightly on the ground, as if he was planning to hum a tune at any time.
Burkeso has never concealed his selfishness and desires. The strong always have to be more explicit.
Otherwise, what is the difference between it and other living beings?
Singing must be done as loudly as possible!
When you curse, you should use the most foul words to express your anger.
Of course, there should be no regrets when you die in battle.
Because living has given them enough time to enjoy everything they can, such as the flesh and blood of demons and the spring water of angels.
There are also delicious foods that can be encountered occasionally.
“Do you think you are a good person?”
Worusk became a little verbose. He asked Kanai this question back then.
It’s just that Kanai didn’t give him an answer.
“A good person? You are a good person if you do anything for others, but when you help one person, you may hurt another person.
So what does it mean to be a good person?
It's like you challenged death beyond your own control, and then caused a lot of losses to the barbarians.
So are you a good person?”
Burkeso raised his head and took a careful look at Volusk.
With tired eyes, a thin face, and a shriveled body, it seemed that he could only stand by relying on his hard bones.
“Of course I am, who dares to stand in front of me and say that I am a bad person?
Is it you? Or Kanai? Or those guys who are enjoying the living space I bought from the devil with their lives, but they keep scolding me?
No one dares to say that I am a bad person in front of me, so I am a good person.”
Worusk tugged from behind and dragged out the Immortal King's gravel hammer with some difficulty.
“I still remember the first time you imitated a gravel hammer. That thing was perfect for swatting flies.”
After speaking, Warusk took a deep sip of wine.
“I saw the scars left by Odin on Diavolo’s body. Apparently hatred has begun to breed in this world.
They will hate me, they will hate you, they will even hate the barbarians.
But when the devil appears in front of them, they are still worthy of belief."
Burkeso was talking without any beginning or end.
This kind of thing has been proven before.
The hatred between the Nephalem is inherently messy.
Barbarians and mages, mages and monks, druids and necromancers, witchers and mages...
It seems like the mage has more enemies...
But no matter how much hatred there is between them, they still try their best to face the devil.
Perhaps this is because of the first generation Nephalem. Anyway, demons have always existed as the biggest enemy.
“Thor didn’t get all my power and opportunities, although I really admire him…”
“Nonsense! Your secret realm has been polluted. How can he still see your power and authority as the immortal king from it?
But it doesn’t matter, Rorschach is there, and he will become the next immortal king.
Even though he now has the power of Diavolo and Tyrael in his body, I still think so."
Burkeso took the wine bottle and touched it with Warusk.
The two big men poured wine into their mouths together.
“Here we go again, although I don’t have a deep impression of Uldyssian, but Kanai said that Uldyssian would always do this kind of thing.
Speaking to himself, outsiders have no idea why he is so confident.
Are you Bulcaisel or Uldyssian?
Or maybe shirtless..."
"Snapped!"
The big mouth made Warusk spin three times on the ground.
“I don’t like this name. Although I just feel very embarrassed, I don’t want to hear it.”
Burkeso stroked his beard, but there was no emotion on his face.
But there is no need to look at their faces to see his current mood.
Burkeso's actions already illustrate his actions.
“Perhaps you are born different from us, at least I understood it after I knew what a tie was.”
Worusk shook his head and sat up again, then poured all the wine into his mouth that he had just tried hard to protect from spilling.
“You and Uldyssian shouldn’t have been born in our world.
Perhaps the Great Demon God is bound to appear, or perhaps after the destruction of the Holy Mountain of Arreat, the barbarians should have lost their foundation.
Perhaps, after the great demon appeared, it was Sonya and other young warriors who sought victory.
In all this trajectory, the most normal development is probably without you, right?
I should have thought of it a long time ago, only those who are born outside the world can escape their fate.
Although that guy Madoc has never said this, Leiko has also been silent about your matter.
But I know that you are not favored by the harsh love of fate."
Worusk rubbed the swollen left side of his face and rambled.
“Perhaps you should stick out the right side of your cheek and let me slap it, so that you look a bit like you were when you were young.”
Burkeso did not directly answer Warusk's question.
“I remember the first time I saw the first ancestor, he was wearing a wasteland suit, with the double swords in your hands stuck on his waist.
When I saw you put on this legendary suit for the first time, I thought I saw him."
Worusk's voice became distant, as if he was telling a story that has been passed down through the ages.
“So who asked Hairab to object to my name change?”
Burkeso took up the topic incidentally.
He did not expect that his name would be "Bulkess" at first, although there is no rule among savages that they cannot have the same name as their ancestors.
But the status of the first generation ancestors is also extraordinary.
“Perhaps Maddock?
In any case, when you were young, you had no idea that you would become the most powerful warrior. At that time, you looked stupid day by day.
At that time, I suspected that you would starve to death due to problems such as getting lost.
I didn’t let go of this worry until I saw you stuffing a lot of black bread into your backpack.”
Worusk crushed the empty wine bottle with his hands until it was like dust, and then blew it away in one breath.
“Even though you are dead, you still can’t let go of your responsibility as the Immortal King. Obviously you can close your eyes at that time.”
“Close your eyes? That’s simple. If you died in battle, wouldn’t you have any thoughts of revenge?”
“I don’t know, I might have been resentful before, but now I don’t even feel fear, and I don’t know if I will be very calm when facing death.”
“Tch, I believe that your soul will become complete at the moment of death, and then cry like a stupid-beep-beep when the fear that has accumulated for many years breaks out.”
Say what you want to say in a silenced voice, Warusk, I really have you!
“That’s enough gossip, I’ve given you some farewell wine.
So Volusk, the great second-generation immortal king.
Are you ready to face Kanai? Of course you still have to face your own fears.”
Burkeso said noncommittally.
If nothing unexpected happens, Volusk and Kanai will probably realize their long-cherished wish.
After that, the two ancestors could close their eyes peacefully and enjoy eternal tranquility.
Burkeso doesn't know whether this is a good thing or not.
“Alas~ I thought of this before, so I left something behind Orek.
If the child Thor returns to the Holy Mountain again, take him to find Orek."
Worusk clapped his hands and stood up, then he picked up all the wine piled on the ground in his hands.
When you go to meet an old friend that you have wanted to see for a long time, you can't go empty-handed.
“If I vomited while drinking in the Dark Soul Stone, would you ask about the sour smell of the vomit?”
Worusk narrowed his eyes and smiled evilly, looking a little more free and easy.
His body grew stronger little by little, as if it were inflated, and the shriveled muscles became elastic again.
“Most likely not, but I’ll probably feel sick.”
Burkeso smiled, and then patted Rorschach unconscious again, who was about to wake up.
It is not the time for Rorschach to wake up yet.
As for what Volusk left to Thor, Bulkesso didn't want to know.
“Ha, I think you’ll like it.
Like how Diavolo’s soul has turned into wine-flavored nutrients!
At that time, you will be one step closer to realizing your dream.”
Worusk twisted his neck, and now his face has returned to what it looked like when he was at his best, except that one side of his face was swollen, making him less majestic.
“Seriously, how about you let me slap you again, so that when you see Kanai, you can still say that you have gained weight.”
Burkeso rubbed his eyes, wondering if there was sand in them.
“Let me tell you one more thing, don’t disgrace the barbarians.
After you sit on the throne, every move you make can represent a barbarian.
We are called barbarians, and we even accept this title ourselves.
But we have civilization, inheritance, knowledge, and everything that any civilization should have.
If one day you are embarrassed, then kill all the guys who see you embarrassed!
Then you will still be the perfect immortal king."
Vorusk walked towards the direction of Bulcaisuo. As he walked, his figure gradually turned into a ray of light and rushed into the dark soul stone.
Only one bottle of wine fell into Bulcasso's hands.
“This is the last bottle of my treasure. If you want to free Cassius, give it to him.
If he doesn’t want it, then just drink it.
It’s not that delicious anyway. It’s brewed with Andariel’s paws. I always smell like feet when I drink it. So I think of it as a reward for the warriors.”
Worusk left his last words, and then disappeared in front of Bulkesso!
The dry throne with signs of damage everywhere flashed with a ray of light and became brand new.
From now on, no one will tell Bulcaisel what to do.
The barbarian has to bear everything on his own!
Worusk's collection has always been small, and is used as a prize to praise heroes. This is the last bottle.
Anyway, if any heroes are born among the barbarians later, it should be Bulcaisel who rewards them.
This wine with the smell of feet depends on whether Cassius is willing to enjoy the eternal tranquility.
