866 A little warmth on the holy mountain
In the square at the entrance of the Temple of the Elders, Bulcaisel of course saw Rumlow and Luke coming over.
It's just that Bulcasso is not the kind of person who likes to take the initiative to say hello.
"These two young men look good.
He just looks a little malnourished."
The first generation ancestor made the evaluation with a smile.
As people get older, they always like to look at young people.
Unfortunately, there are no people older than the first generation ancestors on the Holy Mountain.
“This evaluation is already very good.
They became barbarians. In the final analysis, it was just an attempt on our part.
It wasn't until the first natives became savages that we decided it was possible."
Hailab tilted his head.
The growth rate of Rumlow and others is also unexpected.
If you simply look at their strength, they are indeed not much different from a serious barbarian.
But this is just stepping on the lowest level.
But as warriors, the two of them have long been qualified.
"Young man, come over and have a chat with us old men."
The first generation ancestors greeted Rumlow and the others warmly.
In this world, he is the only one who has not dealt with Rumlow and the others.
"Should I say I'm honored?"
Rumlow twitched the corner of his mouth.
Even if he wasn't familiar with it, he could still recognize who this first-generation ancestor was...
After all, he and Luke are both heirs of the three ancestors,
I have a natural affinity for the scent of my ancestors.
"You should think about whether you are going to be unlucky.
The result of being favored by this old guy is not necessarily a good thing."
Hailab was talking strange words on the side.
He still couldn't like his first ancestor.
Although there is due respect in my heart.
"But at least it's not a bad thing.
It was just a simple chat, not asking them to do anything important.
Of course, don't expect me to give you anything.
You are no longer children."
The first generation ancestors looked indifferent.
For barbarians, the first generation ancestors were still tolerant enough.
No matter what, today's barbarians will point to him when tracing back to the source.
"If it's a child, will there be a gift?"
Luke patted his face before speaking.
It seems like this helps him adjust his mood.
"If it were a child, I would leave him the best part of the food.
If I'm in a good mood, I might give you some pointers."
The first generation ancestors laughed.
Just like a kind little old man...if you ignore his extremely strong body.
"That's okay, at least we didn't miss any precious gifts."
Rumlow sat down directly next to Hailab.
Luke looked at it, then squeezed in next to Bulcasso.
"I sometimes wonder if I am too lenient with my tribe.
If you were placed in Canduras, Leoric would probably throw you out."
Bulkesso curled his lips.
"Come on, barbarians have rules.
But the rule is that the strong have privileges."
The first generation ancestor glanced at Bulkesso, as if to tell him not to do anything disappointing.
"The privileges also include being the first to attack the enemy.
Make the last move when facing prey.
And find a way to let all the tribesmen have a bite of hot food."
Hailab also laughed.
The Immortal King's status is revered, but that is not because of the title of Immortal King.
Rather, the barbarians who have become immortal kings are worthy of the trust of all barbarians.
"Sounds pretty good."
Rumlow also smiled.
"It's pretty good. Normally, the Immortal King doesn't have to do anything except hunting and fighting.
But that's the kind of treatment you get only in times of peace.
Like now, I'm much busier than you."
Bulqueso said without hesitation.
"Didn't you say there was food?"
Luke took stock of his surroundings.
I don't see any rich food in this place.
“Food will have to wait.
Those Asgardian tribe guys said they were in charge of the food.
There were many of them, so I left everything to them.
I'm just responsible for notifying everything."
Hailab said and stroked his beard.
"I originally thought I would come back after the battle on our side was over.
It’s a holiday all of a sudden, I didn’t expect it at all.”
Luke muttered.
"As long as that devil wasn't stupid, he wouldn't have appeared at this time.
Of course, they are not stupid.
If they show up, it only means that they have found a way to make Bulqueso unable to take action."
The first generation ancestor whispered something.
"Vidian doesn't have the guts.
If it were Diavolo, it would be completely different.
Of course Diavolo has a way to contain me.
The Archangel might even help him a little.
The relationship between these bastards cannot be fully described."
Bulcaisel rummaged through his backpack.
Then he took out a raw magic cow leg...
Suddenly, there was a small earthquake in the middle of everyone.
With the help of the power of the surging magma, the demon cow's legs were roasted.
"The archangel and the devil of hell have been fighting for so many years.
It would be false to say that there was no communication between them.
Otherwise, no Nephalem would have been born."
The claims of the first generation ancestors are very credible.
After all, he is the guy closest to that era.
Although he has never experienced the Eternal War, he heard about it from his father.
This source of information is much more accurate than those legends whose origins are unknown.
"Is this a serious fight you're talking about?"
Hailab tilted his neck and looked at the first ancestor.
"I don't know if it's serious or not.
But I know you are not serious at all.
Serious barbarians use their anger to hurt their enemies.
Only a weird guy like you can turn your anger into energy to heal yourself.
I don’t even know what to say about you.”
The first generation ancestors gave Hailab a blank look.
This kind of performance actually made the group of elders feel a little more tender...
"So what exactly did you leave behind in your anger?
Why didn’t you say anything to Banal then?”
Hailab asked further.
"I left a little bit of Vasily's strength.
Just one more piece of information.
As for the specific content, you can only explore it yourself.
You know, in the era I lived in,
Each Nephalem likes to keep the seeds of his power within his own heritage."
The first generation ancestor whispered.
It's like this is some huge secret.
This performance seems slightly funny.
"Then you left the authority of anger?"
Rumlow asked casually.
"No, the power of anger has long been left in the blood of the barbarians.
You...you're trying to trick me!?"
The first ancestors looked in disbelief.
"That's because you are stupid.
How many years have it been since you last interacted with others?
It's just a casual question, and it doesn't matter if you answer something wrong.
How can you still blame Rumlow?
Come! Rumlow! Give an oath to the first ancestors!
Just swear on Talik's name and tell him you didn't lie to him!"
Hailab shouted carelessly.
"It seems you are not that smart."
Bulcaisel resisted the urge to laugh out loud and roasted the magic cow leg while suppressing his laughter.
Rumlow smiled shyly, obviously not intending to swear.
"Every one of you is more cunning than that King of Lies!"
Herab's face turned red with anger.
He stretched out a trembling arm and pointed at Rumlow with a trembling index finger.
But his eyes were looking at the two Bulkesso...
"Besides lying to himself, what else does Bile have?
Sometimes I doubt that Belial can defeat Duriel."
Bulcaisel changed the topic somewhat abruptly.
"I testify that in a head-on fight, Bile cannot defeat Duriel.
He can't beat Azmodan yet!"
The first ancestor smiled and took out a small dagger.
It's not a legend, it's just a small dagger.
It's just that the first generation ancestors carried this small dagger for a relatively long time.
This is used to cut roasted meat.
Barbecue should be the beginning of human cuisine...
So the first generation ancestors were actually quite good at barbecue.
It's just that he's not good at techniques like seasoning.
The lives of human beings in that era were really miserable.
"So who among the seven demon kings can Bile defeat?
According to what you said, I feel that I am faster than Ledu and cannot beat Rakanos."
Bulcaisel complained.
Then he lifted the demon ox's leg and stopped it in front of the first ancestor.
The first generation ancestor bared his teeth, and then reluctantly cut off the roasted outermost part of the demon ox leg.
Then he put it in the stone bowl he rolled out casually and placed it in front of Rumlow and Luke.
The stone bowl was really made by him.
Pick up a stone and rub off the top half.
Then rub it with a little force to make a depression.
Then shake your hands to shake off the stone dust.
A stone bowl that doesn't look very good is ready.
Of course he can do it beautifully, but that's not necessary...
Barbarians are a practical type.
The pursuit of craftsmanship and beauty is what happens after barbarians finally no longer need to be driven away like wild dogs.
Those days were quite long ago from the first generation of ancestors.
"After all, aren't we still treated as children?"
Luke looked at the bowl already piled with meat in front of him and said casually.
"Ha, who said that mature warriors can't be children?
Wasn't Madoc just a child when he became the third ancestor?
It’s just that his child is a little too powerful compared to the others.”
The first generation ancestors laughed.
At this time, he finally seemed like an elder.
"There's actually nothing wrong with being a child."
Rumlow immediately grabbed the barbecue.
No one is very particular about it. It would be a disgrace if he brought out a set of tableware at this time.
"I thought you would wait a little."
After speaking, Bulcasso placed the stone tableware he rubbed out from his hands next to him...
"Hahahaha~ Are you deceived by the name Barbarian?
We just don't stick to trivial matters.
But it's not heartless.
After the Holy Mountain came to this place, what we old guys were most interested in was not your technological creations.
It's your bio-health discipline.
I finally know why Lasuk, who always washed his hands during the plague, is fine."
Hailab seemed to have forgotten how he was shaking all over from being squeezed before.
Anyway, he smiled quite happily.
"Honestly, it doesn't seem like there's anything worth being proud of."
Bulcaisu glanced at Hailab and said a blow.
"Most of knowledge is the accumulation of experience. If you ask Lilith this kind of question, you will probably get an answer.
Also, don’t take the primary school bio-hygiene textbook and pass it around over there.
At least don’t look like ‘I finally understand’ after reading it.”
Bulkesso was a little helpless.
There are still many unscrupulous people among the barbarians.
Outside of combat, being short-sighted seems to be the norm.
"What? Isn't it a good thing to relieve my previous doubts?
Just like those guys who destroy dead things to prove their strength.
That feeling is very good.
Questions that could not be figured out before were answered.
Items that were previously indestructible are easily broken.
These are all growth."
Hailab said something that seemed to make sense.
Then a bowl of barbecue was placed in front of him by his first generation ancestor.
"I'm not a child!"
Hailab shouted to the first ancestors with his hair and beard spread out.
"you sure?
All savages are children before me.
I'm the oldest one.
It is also the source of all your savages.
Or maybe you haven’t been taken care of for too long,
Is that why you seem a little shy now?"
The first generation ancestors are still smiling.
"You call me shy!?"
Herab's face turned red again.
Still angry.
That is to say, the average life span of savages is relatively short, otherwise high blood pressure may become a racial disease...
Of course, it may also be accompanied by cerebral thrombosis...
"Are you going to argue with us two immortal kings about what anger is?"
The first generation ancestor gave Hailab a teasing look.
The topic of name change was used by Hailab to disgust me for several days.
Now I finally found an opportunity to cash in.
Of course he wouldn't miss it easily.
"It is none of my business.
There are no seeds of anger in the authority I hold.
Anger is just a force I use frequently.
It’s not a big problem if it’s a tool.”
Bulqueso opened his mouth and left himself alone.
It would be fun to join in the debate though at the time.
But when I think about it after a while, it becomes a little painful...
It's like being silly with your friends.
I enjoyed it at the time, but felt extremely ashamed afterwards...
It's good to know about this experience, but it's better not to join the discussion.
"It's all nonsense.
The guy who makes the most use of anger on the Holy Mountain is you.
That Banaar was only close to the essence of anger.
Rather, it is simply using anger.
This ability to control one’s own emotions is very impressive.”
The first generation ancestors directly revealed Bulcaisuo's background.
"I was trying to find an emotion to replace the fear it had on me.
Don't think that giving up a certain emotion as a person is a good thing.
There are so many things in a person, and none of them are useless if you have to count them all.”
Bulcasso frowned, he didn't know how to continue this topic.
"Then you have the power over nature. Have you ever thought about making mosquitoes disappear from this world?"
Hailab asked maliciously.
Things like mosquitoes don't have much impact on dead people like the ancestor spirits.
At best, the buzzing sound is a bit annoying.
But to living people, mosquitoes are more annoying.
"I can get rid of those mosquitoes that can bite the soul.
Do you want me to make up for the fact that dead people don’t get bitten by mosquitoes?”
Bulcaisel said angrily.
"You should be hanged for this idea!"
Hailab shouted with a look of horror.
Rumlow and Luke on the side also nodded in agreement.
This is the same as creating mosquitoes that can bite people in winter. This is simply a crime!
This chapter has been completed!
