666 The Conversation between the First Ancestor and Sonya
In Sonya's field, the two of them were a bit bored.
how to say?
Several days have passed, and the two people have remained motionless in the field.
"Sanya, are you planning to let me stay here and wait for Malthael to arrive?"
The first generation ancestor said with a dark face.
I can't blame him for this, although the first generation ancestors have long been accustomed to loneliness and loneliness.
But that was when no one else was around.
After he put himself into the Holy Mountain of Arreat, this loneliness has been with him for who knows how many years.
But now there was a guy in front of him who could chat, but that guy didn't say a word to him.
Who can bear this?
"if not?
Do you want me to fight with you here?
Then when Malthael the dwarf arrived, he saw two barbarians covered in wounds?"
Sonya said angrily.
This was the only time she spoke to her first ancestor after these days.
"Why do you think you can be evenly matched with me?
If I had a fight with you, you would be the only one injured.
Among my brothers and sisters, I am the strongest."
The first generation ancestor said this and rolled his eyes.
His performance made Sonya's already scant respect even thinner.
"I've seen a lot of powerful people. Although you are very strong, I don't think you can beat Bulcasso."
Sonya glared at the guy in front of her.
Isn't it good to disappear from the sight of mankind as a legendary "god"?
Why do you suddenly appear at this time and cause trouble to others?
Sonya kept thinking in her mind and even forgot that her body contained the blood of her first ancestors.
Without that kind of help, she might have been a dead person.
Who wants to die if he can live?
Barbarians just don't feel regret because of their own death. This does not mean that they are willing to die...
"Hmm~ What you said makes sense.
Anyway, I couldn't beat Uldyssian back then, and I can't accept that I still can't beat him now.
But I’m more than enough to take care of you.”
The first generation ancestor had a malicious smile on his face.
Sonya is a good young girl, and she is the purest kind of savage.
Unlike the current Bulcaisuo, who has the blood of barbarians flowing in his body, but has been given various conditions for becoming a "god".
Barbarians still have to be a little more pure.
"oh."
Sonya took out the mountain-splitting ax in her hand. After she inherited the will of the old General Qualkek, Sonya no longer cared much about her own fighting ability.
If more powerful warriors could be cultivated, it might make her happier.
She would be happier if she could have a phalanx of barbarian warriors as soldiers.
"There is the aura of Imprius in your domain, although Uldyssian back then said that Imprius was his friend.
But I think this kind of friendship is not strong enough to make people love each other.
Have you ever thought about whether there is some conspiracy behind Prius’ help to you?”
The first ancestors spoke ill of Imprius.
Sonya didn't care.
Indeed, what the Prius does is a bit strange.
He paid more than he received, which doesn't seem very reasonable.
Impris also doesn't treat Bulcaisel like a close friend.
Perhaps in the eyes of the Archangel of Courage, Uldyssian and Bulcaisel were completely different people.
"what do you want to do?
It's true that the Prius doesn't deserve my complete trust here, but don't forget that you don't either.
First ancestor, your suspicions are almost the same as those of Rasma in my eyes!
Just when I was used as a sacrifice to summon Lilith, don't say you don't know!
I watched your soul being used as a weapon by your brother Rasma."
Sonya's mouth was filled with contempt.
Sonya is proud, even a little arrogant.
According to the mages, she lacked awe, but Sonya didn't care at all.
"Would you believe me if I said there was no difference between what Rasma is doing and what Burqasso is doing?"
The first ancestors showed no expression when they spoke.
Even the most rugged barbarian ancestors at the beginning will develop a few more insights under the power of time.
At this time, he was no longer the guy who only knew how to fight violently at the beginning.
"I believe it, but this does not prevent me from hating you, nor does it prevent me from hating Rasma.
Your actions have hurt us. According to the tradition of barbarians, this kind of harm needs to be repaid with blood.
This has nothing to do with what you are doing!
Even if your goal is a great cause, the most I can do is give you some time to complete it.
My revenge will only be delayed at best, not end in vain!"
Sonya waved the mountain-splitting ax in her hand, and the cold breath spread freely in the field.
When this pure cold breath blew on the first generation ancestor, this guy felt a little nostalgic.
In the beginning, the Nephalem formed their own ethnic group and profession, but how much do they care about these things?
Maybe Vasily was different, but other people probably didn't have this kind of feeling for their descendants.
Three ancestors?
An identity that is hated by the three barbarians who are the three ancestors.
This thing is a shackles!
I don’t know if the enthusiasm that Madoc and the others had when they were first selected has been exhausted.
Just when they discovered the title and status of "Three Ancestors"?
"Okay, I'll just say it.
Are you interested in becoming one of the Three Ancestors?
Although you are still young, you will always grow old.
Barbarians need gatekeepers..."
The first-generation ancestor said something that sounded unlikely to be accepted, but he didn't seem to care about Sonya's answer.
"Are you sure the third ancestor is the gatekeeper and not the tombkeeper?
Back then, Madoc and the three of them were guarding your cemetery, right?
Isn’t the truth about the Holy Mountain of Arreat that your body is buried beneath the mountain?
Compared to this, what I care more about is what did you do to make the Archangel and the Demon King of Hell act together, just to destroy your body?"
Sonya said coldly.
She is a very smart person, but because she is so powerful, she rarely thinks too much.
Ordinary demons don't need Sonya to think about how to defeat them.
Just follow your body's instinct to fight, and victory will come naturally.
"It was just an accident.
What I did is nothing compared to my youngest brother.
Maybe they just did this because they were worried that I would appear in the world at an inappropriate time?
I was also a participant in the War of Original Sin. How can you be sure that there is no shadow of me behind Uldyssian's strength?"
The first ancestors spoke meaningful words.
Why did Uldyssian choose to take his next chance as a Barbarian?
The fighting style of barbarians is actually not very good-looking. Simple and rough is the style of barbarians.
Are mages bad?
Elegant and full of mysterious charm.
Are witchers bad?
Is the battle full of excitement and surprises?
Why choose Barbarian?
Is it because the barbarians only have ancestors in their beliefs? So they won’t be affected much by the higher heavens?
Stop it!
The only people Uldyssian believes in are himself and those who share the same goals!
Even if we had to do it all over again, that guy wouldn't change much!
The soul is like this, and nature will always be like this!
"The last time you appeared in people's sight was during the Battle of Original Sin.
According to legend, you helped Uldyssian, but I think you were just defeated by him!
Otherwise, you should still be that arrogant warrior."
Sonya slapped her free hand with the ax handle, her eyes full of ridicule.
"Well, I was defeated by him.
But that doesn’t seem like a strange thing, right?
Uldyssian's violent roar caused both the High Heaven and the Burning Hell to retreat.
To be honest, without Uldyssian, humans would only have a little bit of autonomy in a captive environment.
But because of him, humans have become existences comparable to high-level heavens and burning hells.
Sanctuary means a place of refuge. Why do you think a mere human being should be given such a strong high-level heaven-style name?
Because Heaven at that time recognized Sanctuary as an independent world.
I was defeated by Uldyssian, but I did not sit idly by in the subsequent battle.
Do you really think that the only power sent to the human world by the higher heavens is my father Inaris?
My opponent at the time was Tyrell, can you understand what I say?"
The first generation ancestor scratched his head, and then tried to take out his backpack.
As a result, a huge spider leg was pulled out~
"Want to try it? Alanya's spider queen legs, although she was still a semi-finished product at that time and could not transform into a human form, so her whole body looked like a spider."
The first-generation ancestor tilted his head and asked Sonya, and by the way, he stretched out the huge spider legs in his hand.
"You are the child of an angel and a demon, so you don't have any other thoughts when you eat the demon?"
Sonya felt like her sanity was fading.
Although demons are not humans, their intelligence seems to be no different from humans.
So the average Nephalem cannot keep their mouth shut...
This thing is intelligent life!
"Ideas? What thoughts?
Not eating because they can communicate?
Stop making trouble!
Vasily can communicate with all animals and plants, but he can also eat.
Or will you watch yourself starve to death?"
The first generation ancestor looked at Sonya's shocked expression and smiled mockingly.
"Civilization was not created by you.
What I am willing to sacrifice my life to protect, that civilization is the result of the joint efforts of countless Nephalem.
Compared to you, the original Nephalem, we are the more civilized!"
Sonya was a little angry.
She felt as if she had been insulted, but there was no obvious evidence.
What's worse is that just like what she said, she can't fight with the first ancestor here.
Who knows if Malthael will suddenly appear in this field?
"Let me tell you some news. Based on my understanding of Malthael, he should have already arrived.
Although it may not be a body with powerful power, it is still easy to have a little consciousness or soul.
Why do you think you were assigned to guard a field here?
Do you need me to give you some tips?”
The first-generation ancestors were feasting on the spider legs in their hands while talking.
This leg looks old, but the meat doesn't seem to have deteriorated yet?
Thanks to the Burning Hell for giving food to the first generation Nephalem...
The world was not a good place in the era when they were born.
Desolate, lonely, anyway, there was nothing in the world at the beginning.
Nephalem civilization?
I don’t know how much of it is leaked from the fingers of high-level heavens!
Many of them were even inherited from the Burning Hell.
What is the education like for the children of angels and demons?
Isn't that what was formed by the intersection of civilizations on both sides?
"Why are you telling me this?"
Sonya's eyes became fiercer than ever!
She had some guesses.
"Only the strong deserve to sacrifice? I don't really agree with this concept, but I have to say that it is indeed noble.
So Sonya, you tell me.
Are you! the strong one?"
The first generation ancestors had a smile on their faces!
He was about to convince the other party without lying!
No matter how much you say lies, they are despicable things in his eyes!
Back then, Bile, the king of lies, was blocked in front of the gate of the Burning Hell by Rasma and was beaten violently.
What the weakest younger brother in the family can do, how could the elder brother, the first generation ancestor, not be able to do it?
They are the first-generation Nephalem who are naturally powerful and different from Rathma!
Lies are just toys in their eyes.
"I am strong!
Although I am not the strongest! But I am fearless!"
Sonya's eyes became a little dangerous, and the cold wave in the field became turbulent.
Qualkek's anger is icy, a cruel cold wind without temperature!
But this is the anger of old General Qualkek, not Sonya's!
In the cold wave that is raging everywhere, a little spark is slowly expanding its body.
Never-ending anger, never-ending fighting spirit.
This is Sonya’s anger!
At this time, the two different kinds of anger began to merge little by little!
"Sanya, whether you are strong or not most of the time requires comparison.
Absolutely powerful? Even Uldyssian has not done this! If he had done it, he would not let himself do it again!
Compared to the current Bulcaisu, you are an out-and-out weakling!
So it is natural to be protected!
Don't say you haven't thought about what it means to be the last line of defense!
If you are the strongest, your position is the last line of defense!
A guy who can defeat Bulqueso appears in front of you. Even if he dies in the next second, you still can't defeat him.
The most you can do is to speed up the time it takes for him to die."
The words of the first ancestors were full of deception!
This is Sonya's domain. Even the first generation ancestor cannot leave here without hurting Sonya.