On top of the sacred mountain of Harrogath.
Host Calga has finished speaking.
But now what needs to be done is another project.
The battle between Bulkatho and the first ancestors shows that the barbarians are still fighting in this world.
Although this tradition seems a bit outdated, the reason why tradition is called tradition is that it can last for a long time.
The first generation ancestor walked out of the crowd holding his own two swords.
The weapon in his hand was held very casually, looking as casual as holding two table knives.
"Come on, this is what was promised.
You have to prove your strength to me.
And I also want to teach those little ones the art of fighting.
Although these things themselves should be experienced by themselves and then learned by themselves.”
The first generation ancestor stood on the same spot, his posture a little crooked.
As he said, he had no expectations for this battle.
It's just a very simple hope to give these young people something they haven't received before.
"You are eager.
Are you eager to do something that is no different from seeking death?
So you want to make up for your regrets at this time?
Stop being so self-righteous.
Anyone who claims to be a savior will not end well.
Can you save a world?
Then you must save the lives of those you know and those you don't know.
Otherwise you will already be reviled."
Bulcaisel said with a sneer.
He had somewhat guessed the thoughts of the first generation ancestors.
This rush to leave something of your own in this world is really ridiculous.
"I just can't give up on my brother.
Rasma needs my help now.
I lost a brother before, you can't ask me to lose another brother for you.
As for sacrifice? Or savior?
Not me.
If you don't believe me, you can ask Imperius over there.
He will tell you what kind of person I am.
Bulcaisel, come and fight.
I want to show you everything I can give you.
Let you know as you move forward what you will encounter before your road comes to an end."
Kindness can be seen in the eyebrows and eyes of the first ancestors.
He looks more and more like an elder worthy of respect.
"I have no reason to restrict what an old man who doesn't even know how old he is can do.
But you have to know that I am the immortal king now.
So you should trust me.
Perhaps your original ancestors cannot understand the trust that today's barbarians place in the title of Immortal King.
But you should at least know that I am trustworthy.
Although Rasma's matter is difficult, it just so happens that I plan to do something about him.
If he was simply used as a pawn by that guy Israel.
Then taking away the chess pieces of the higher heaven is the goal of the Nephalem."
Bulcaisel still wanted to convince the first ancestor in front of him.
It's just that this guy seems a little weird at this time
"Don't say you know nothing about what is happening in the higher heavens.
It's like you used the power of the Holy Mountain to resurrect tens of thousands of barbarians who died in the battle.
Once things in the high-level heaven are over, the number of those angels will definitely not be less than that on the Holy Mountain of Harrogas.
In other words, what they want to do is to try their best to bring back those angels who died in endless time.
Don't forget, you left the three ancestors with the seeds of time in the high-level heaven.
They won't do anything wrong just because the three ancestors are barbarians.
Although the three of them will also be helped by the power of the Archangel.
But as long as they are there, they can bring the power of time to the higher heavens."
The first generation ancestor looked at Bulcaisuo in front of him.
There was no hesitation when he said this.
Everyone present could hear what he said.
"Ha!? You mean that our Immortal King harmed the three ancestors themselves in order to achieve this goal?
First generation ancestor, we respect you because you are the origin of barbarians.
But that doesn’t mean you can slander our Immortal King!”
Cassius, who was relatively irritable, stared at the first ancestor.
If he hadn't just described the achievements of the first generation ancestors, he might have started spitting out the fragrance right now.
"There is indeed a generation gap between us.
At least I can't understand your trust in him.
We were the same way back then, trusting angels.
Trust the devil too.
Although it seems a bit scary to say so.
But when we take action against those uncles and aunts living around us.
We all realized one thing.
That is, human beings have nothing to rely on at all.
Regardless of whether they are angels or demons, they never regard us as their own tribe.
Our birth is more like a continuation of the struggle between the higher heavens and the burning hells.
It's more like a continuation of the anger between each other.
Why do you think I am angry?"
The first ancestor asked Cassius without any emotion.
His attitude made Cassius silent.
"Your suspicions are natural.
After all, I don’t really like high-level paradise.
But if the answer to this question comes from me, it would be better to let Imperial give you the answer.
To be continued...