"What's the matter with you?"
Bulcaisu squinted his glasses and glanced at the first ancestor in front of him.
"...Me!"
The first Bulcaisel couldn't hold back his foul language.
There are not many savages with good tempers...
"Brother, calm down!"
Rasma stood there and said lazily.
"Why the hell didn't you hold me back!?"
The first generation Bulkatho pointed at Rathma's nose and shouted!
"No need, you just have a bad temper and you are not a fool.
You can't beat him."
Rasma still looked indifferent.
This performance made the blood pressure of the first generation Bulkeso slightly elevated.
"So I asked you why you didn't hold me back!?"
The hand that the first-generation Burqasso pointed at Rasma's nose was shaking.
The whole person feels a little red.
"Are you here to talk about cross talk?
If you have nothing to do, don’t disturb me! I have other things to do!”
Bulcaisu ripped Inarius off the cross.
Then a portal will open!
"Don't leave yet! We'll tell you what you want to ask!"
The first-generation Bulcasso shouted helplessly.
In addition to suppressed anger, there was also a bit of grievance in his voice.
He has never been so angry in his life, and he has learned a lot this time.
"Oh, then can you predict what I will have for dinner?"
Bulkatho dragged one of Inaris' legs and looked sideways at the first ancestor.
There was disdain in his eyes.
This disdain is due to Bulcaisel's dissatisfaction with the first ancestor, the guy who restricted his friend's life.
The three ancestors of the barbarians all chose to climb the Holy Mountain with a strong sense of responsibility and faith.
But what about the result?
The result is that they all look like fools and spend most of their time just standing there as stone statues.
If you want to see the outside world, you have to use the skill of ancestor summoning with the help of other barbarians.
Perhaps the three ancestors did not regret their choices.
But as a friend, Bulcasso couldn't just pretend that nothing had happened.
Before he became the Immortal King, he had already rebuilt the Holy Mountain.
Then the three ancestors were given relative freedom.
The first ancestor must have been more powerful than Bulcaisuo at that time, but his methods were so cruel.
For the sake of friends, Bulcaisuo would not have much affection for the first generation ancestor.
"I'm here to tell you about destiny.
Are you sure you just want me to guess what you’re having for dinner?”
The expression of the first generation ancestor was teasing.
A "I will only answer you one question" look.
"If you guess wrong, I will push you to the ground and beat you up in front of your father!"
Bulcasso's hand was already on the handle of the knife at his waist.
He didn't mean to joke.
This is what he originally planned to do to Inarius.
"Brother, you can't beat him.
So you'd better not talk nonsense."
Rasma put her hands directly into her cuffs.
It was as if this matter was nothing to worry about.
"Are you going to hit me with my weapon?"
The first generation ancestor’s glasses were as wide as copper bells.
It's a pity that his glasses can't reflect the lightning-like shrewdness...
On the contrary, he looks a little naive.
"咚~哐~"
The two heavy weapons were thrown directly to the ground in front of the first ancestor.
Then Burquesso acted like I'm giving in to you.
"Your weapons, I will fight you with my fists.
It just so happens that I'm also afraid of accidentally killing you."
Bulcaisel picked his ears with his free hand.
"Can you put my dad down first?
If you really push him too hard, the result will be something none of us want to see.
He almost strangled me to death back then."
The first generation ancestor took a long breath and calmed down his mood.
"How about I hang your father on the cross again?"
Bulcaisel's words were a bit hurtful... although he was really looking for the opinions of his first ancestors.
But for Inaris, Bulcaisel doesn’t have the slightest fondness!
Destiny has brought prophets to the barbarians, so that the barbarians can know what they should do as early as possible.
But this poor prophet actually did not live a happy life.
It can even be said to be very frustrating.
"Give him to Rasma, Rasma won't let him leave.
As for what you want to know, I can probably guess it.
You just want to try to see if you can resist fate.
We tried it back then, and the results were neither good nor bad.
But at least it can give you a reference target.”
The first generation ancestor said in the calmest tone possible.
"You didn't win, but neither did fate.
But I have reason to think that you at that time were far less powerful than I am now.
I have collected almost all the powers of the Hell Demon King, although strictly speaking they are just seeds.
But these seeds are merging little by little.
To be continued...