In the plains of despair.
Perhaps this place would have been called a certain neighborhood before, but with the arrival of Lakanos, this place only had the name Despair Plains.
All that can be seen is the endless stone ground and the occasional crack with a little spark.
This place is somewhat different from the scenery in the Burning Hell, but it is slightly better than the Burning Hell where the smell of magma and sulfur is everywhere.
Gruchak walked slowly and leisurely on the road, looking a little aimless.
"Oh~ this is the Plains of Despair?
Hello Lakanos, are you interested in wrestling with me?
Of course, it’s no problem to just grab weapons and start killing each other!”
Gruchak smiled heartily.
Having experienced despair, Gruchak knew exactly what despair felt like.
It is for this reason that Gruchak believes in hope more than when he was alive.
"Barbarian, the brilliance of your Imprius is almost blinding my eyes.
Did you come here to stop me?"
Lakanos' huge body stood in front of Gruchak.
Anyway, Gruchak didn't find out how this guy appeared in front of him, but he didn't care about it at all.
After all, we have to fight, and it doesn't matter whether the opponent's appearance is plain or fancy.
That won't determine the combat effectiveness of the two sides. At most, it will only affect a little fashion value.
"I won't tell lies to you either. I can't tell lies at all. Every time I try to lie, I will be laughed at by others.
So I’ll just say it!
My mission should be to delay you until Bulcaisel takes action to deal with you, a guy who was not part of his plan in the first place.
King of Despair, you should be glad that you don’t have a crown on your head and a throne under you!
But I want to try to see if I can get rid of your trouble before Bulcasso takes care of you!"
Gruchak tilted his head and looked at Lakanos, who was standing in front of him and was much taller than him.
By the way, he also looked at the two heavy blades in Lakanos' hands.
"By the way, your weapons are pretty good. So, can you lend me one when we start fighting?"
Gruchak said happily.
These words can be regarded as a provocation, or they can be regarded as a joke by Gruchak.
This guy is an optimistic fool. Maybe he chooses this fool's lifestyle because fools will be happier.
"Obviously not, but I am willing to chat with you.
Are you brave? If the person who first recognized you was not Prius, I might be willing to let you master the power of despair.
I appreciate the desperation in you."
Lakanos sat cross-legged directly in front of Gruchak.
Of course he knew that he and the Nephalem were hostile.
He wouldn't be surprised if Gruchak rushed forward with fists waving in the next moment.
I won't regret my relaxed attitude at this time.
"Ha, whoever approves of me is their business.
Anyway, courage is courage, and it makes me unhappy if it has to be a gift from an archangel.
So I usually use this power to make coffins for those guys.
By the way, I should have said before that I was here to delay time, right?
Are you going to chat with me? Aren't you afraid that Bulcasso will take care of you?"
Gruchak looked Lakanos up and down, then nodded.
I don’t know what he was expressing his approval for, but he immediately sat down cross-legged.
A legendary barbarian who was considered powerful and an uncrowned king of the Burning Hell sat together like old friends for many years.
It would be better if a small coffee table was placed in front of the two guys, a large jar of wine was placed on the coffee table, and a fat sheep was roasted on the side of the stove.
"I remember that the ancestral spirits of barbarians rarely appear in physical form. You can eat now, right?"
Lakanos waved his hand, and the ground in front of the two of them rose up and turned into a low table.
The sparks that were constantly bursting out around him also started to form and turned into a small fire.
Then Lakanos took a stone from the ground, emptied the contents and turned it into a pot.
"What! Let me first thank you for your kindness in treating me to dinner.
But let me tell you first, I will never eat people, and of course I won't eat demons either.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t have starved to death in my own field.”
Gruchak was stunned for a moment when he saw what Lakanos was doing, and shouted anxiously.
"Didn't anyone put anything in your backpack when you came?
You're not the first barbarian I've ever seen, and of course I know you guys won't touch the flesh of intelligent life.
I also have the leftover magic beef from last time, the kind that has no brains and is stupider than a normal cow."
The eyes on Lakanos' huge head that looked like high-wattage light bulbs flashed.
"If I were you, I wouldn't focus on the Burning Hell.
If I remember correctly, Bulcaisel should have been to Greevil's lair, right?
And those rainbow-like fairy tale worlds created by those annoying goblins?”
Lakanos spoke on his own without waiting for Gruchak to answer.
While I was talking, the large basin on the fire was also filled with half a demonic cow...
To put it bluntly, cooking is about cooking food, and Lakanos can definitely do that.
But the taste... is just like that.
Lakanos prefers meat with some blood, which is similar to most barbarians.
"Well, let me check the backpack first."
Gruchak said in a daze.
Then he turned his head and looked at what was in his backpack.
Then I discovered a large amount of alcohol, which was of relatively low quality.
"Is this what Bulkesso prepared for me?
No, if it were him, he wouldn’t let this kind of wine in, then it’s Calga?”
Gruchak took out a very simple earthen jar and placed it directly on the low table in front of him.
"It was Bulcaisuo who put it. I drank this with him last time.
So you didn’t listen to what I said before?”
Lakanos' movements were a little awkward, as if he was trying hard to roll his eyes.
"What? The goblin lair? Or that fairy tale world?"
Gruchak suddenly came to his senses and said something.
"The main thing is the fairy tale world, which is ridiculous to say.
That world should have been very beautiful, and my plain of despair should have been very terrible.”
Lakanos said to himself.
"How do I know what you are talking about?
To be continued...