"Okay, don't be so nervous.
For the sake of this ring, if I plan to challenge you, I will tell you in advance."
The first generation ancestor suddenly became disinterested.
The ring in his hand represents a piece of his past.
It's just that this past event is not mentioned even in all the legends about the ring in his hand.
"I remember that I forged this thing in Harrogath City.
But at that time, no one seemed to know why I cast this ring.
So how did you know this ring was my wedding ring?"
The first generation ancestor asked as if he had discovered something interesting.
There was a little bit of hope in his eyes.
"Legend has it that this ring commemorates a sacred festival.
And if it has anything to do with you, what else could it be for?
What else can you commemorate except that you begin to spread branches and leaves for the barbarians?
Although I don’t know who recognized this thing as your wedding ring in the first place.
But after so many years, the legendary story has not changed.
It's not like you're dead and can't refute rumors.
It can only be said that you have acquiesced in this name.
So do I need to say more?"
Bulcaisel lost his fighting spirit as he spoke.
The guy in front of me at this moment is no longer the powerful ancestor who created the barbarian race.
He is just an old man who wants to know his legend from others.
"Okay, are you interested in hearing a story from me?
If so, prepare a campfire and food.
I haven't eaten anything in a long time.
Today is a good day to drink."
The first generation ancestors talked nonchalantly.
As for why today is a good day to drink, no one asked.
It’s just drinking, and every day is a good day to drink.
As long as there is wine, nothing is a problem.
"Hirab, go prepare a banquet.
Today is a holiday, that’s it.”
Bulcasso arranged it casually.
Because I want to celebrate the holidays, today is a holiday.
As for what holiday today is commemorating, it doesn't matter.
It's okay for barbarians to be barbaric from time to time when doing things.
If I had to name this holiday...
It's okay to call it "because I want to drink, so I celebrate the festival."
Bulcaisel usually wouldn't care about such things, but this was the first time he asked other ancestors to regard a certain day as a festival.
You must know that on the day he became the Immortal King, he had no intention of setting a holiday to celebrate himself...
"You are the immortal king, so you have the final say.
But why must I be the one preparing these?
Or do you simply don’t want me to join in the fun?”
Hailab cursed, but his body started to move naturally.
Everything on the Holy Mountain is familiar to these ancestors.
They are so familiar that they can tell how many pieces of black bread there are in the granary...
In the past days, the Holy Mountain was just too boring.
Building a snowman is already a tiring activity.
And counting the bread...
This was a bet between two bored barbarian ancestors hundreds of years ago...
The loser has to count the loaves of bread and make sure that the number he knows is exactly the same as the number left on the loaves.
This kind of bet is really boring.
But the guy who lost keeps doing it again and again every day.
The name of the losing barbarian was Hirab.
"Isn't it because you have to count the bread every day?
Sometimes when I want to be lazy, I close the door of the granary and stand guard at the door.
This way today’s number will be exactly the same as yesterday’s number.”
Calga, who had not spoken for a long time, said with a smile.
He would not tell Hairab that he had to secretly get rid of a piece of bread every day.
When nothing happens, Calga will stay in the granary.
Wait until the day is over and stuff a piece of bread into your backpack.
Then find an opportunity to give the bread you collected to others.
Most of the time, the bread he took would be given to Bulcasso.
This is something that started when Bulcasso was still confused.
Even though the name of the holy mountain has changed, these habits have been brought to the new holy mountain.
This is also the only proof these ancestors have for the present.
Prove that you still exist.
Instead of completely stopping the moment his life ends...
"I know you take away a loaf of bread every day.
So most of the time I just subtract one from yesterday's number.
You probably didn’t think of it, right?”
Hailab shouted to Calga from a distance.
Then the figure disappeared.
He was going to inform all the ancestral spirits.
When celebrating festivals, no barbarian can be left out.
After Hailab's figure completely disappeared, Calga said in a low voice: "Then you probably don't know that I will put back a few pieces of bread every seven or eight days. You have to count them yourself after all.
of."
Calgar waved the flag in his hand.
This flag did not become his legend, but it was his favorite weapon.
His legend is the talent skill called "Inspiring Style", which can also be called "Inspiring Military Spirit".
Although Calgar still hopes that his legend will be the banner in his hands.
To be continued...