On the holy mountain of Harrogas, the celebration is finally about to begin.
This time, standing in the middle of the field was still Bulcasso and the first generation ancestors.
The two Bulcasos stood here, looking at each other with a little anger in their eyes.
"You guy cut off Gruchak's arm, and this is the perfect time to settle the score with you.
My previous attitude towards you seems to have caused you some misunderstanding. This is the holy mountain of barbarians.
You are also the ancestor of the barbarians, but you are unlikely to get any special treatment here!
Even I, the current Immortal King, will not receive any special treatment, and the same goes for you.
So prepare to be embarrassed in front of the Archangels and the Lord of Hell!"
Bulcasso squinted at the first ancestor in front of him.
I say these words at this time just to make the scene less ugly for a while.
The injuries caused by Israel's "help" have been basically completely healed.
It's just that the blood scabs haven't disappeared yet.
Barbarians rarely care about blood on their bodies, whether it is their own blood or that of their enemies.
This thing will accompany them for a long time, maybe even longer than the weapons in their hands.
Because the weapon they are using now will definitely not be the only one they use in their lives.
But things like battle and bloodstains have been around them from the moment they were able to wield the weapons in their hands.
"I know, what I want is not your respect.
I don't even care about things like your life or death.
The person I care about is long dead, and I can't even find her soul.
Your hope that I can provide help and protection is somewhat wishful thinking.
Come and fight. Although the barbarians have their own customs, those actually have little to do with me.
But since I am also one of the barbarians, let me follow the requirements of customs.
It's just a martial arts exercise, using all means within controllable range.
I like this custom."
The two swords in the hands of the first generation ancestors followed the rotation of their wrists and cut a cold light in mid-air.
Bulcaisel's swords themselves belong to him.
The use of one's own weapons would not be unfamiliar to the first generation ancestors.
Most barbarians are weapon masters, but they just like heavy weapons.
"Baal, Israel is fine as long as he is not dead.
But that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want on the sacred mountain of Harrogath.
I'll keep an eye on you.
Of course, the person staring at you is Iprius.
If he wants to save his brother, I am still willing to give my friend a little convenience."
Bulcaisel did not forget to threaten this guy Baal.
Although he always behaves as if he has no desires or desires, no one will forget the fact that he is the Demon God of Destruction.
Diablo poses a greater threat, but this does not mean that Baal has no threat.
It's normal for this guy to have any calculations in his mind, but he hasn't made any moves yet.
Bulkesso had to keep an eye on him to avoid any trouble.
"Noisy savage, I have no plan.
At least I have no plans on your territory.
But you'd better not give me a chance."
Barr said angrily.
This tone is not surprising, if his voice becomes gentle.
Most of the ancestor spirits present would wonder if they were affected by some ability.
Barr has never been a gentle guy.
Most of his disregard is just part of his indifference.
"Then let's start?
I remember it was announced once before that the barbarians were going to hold a celebration.
This time it was just the first performance after the celebration started.
We can all be busy with our own things."
Hailab shook his head and said to himself.
Those who want to watch the two Bulkesso fight will naturally stay here, and those who are not interested can naturally arrange their time according to their own wishes.
Whether you are barbecuing and drinking in the surrounding area, or simply finding a place to cover your head and sleep, you can do it.
As long as Israel and Baal are still in this place, it is enough.
These two guys probably have no interest in food and drinks.
"Barr, do you want a drink?"
Israel dragged his body like a puddle of mud and raised his head with difficulty and said.
His performance still carried the arrogance of an archangel.
It's just that what he said was a little strange.
"Don't look at us like that, archangels generally don't drink.
At least I didn't drink when I was the Archangel of Courage.
But the devil of hell knows how to enjoy life.
Don't say you have forgotten Belial who pretended to be the king.
That guy can be said to be a very representative devil of hell.
Indulging one's own desires is the most common thing for demons to do."
Because Prius couldn't stand the searching eyes of the ancestor spirits around him, he explained.
After all, in the past countless years, the archangels in the Nephalem's eyes were all boring types who did not enjoy themselves.
Israel suddenly invited Baal for a drink, which was a bit bizarre in the eyes of the Nephalem.
"I have no words and I am not interested.
I just want to know why Bulqueso invited us here.
If he wanted this kind of destruction on me, then his approach should be to plunder directly.
Barbarians are never polite when dealing with demons!"
There was a rare emotional fluctuation in Barr's voice.
Everyone present knew it was curiosity.
Obviously Baal is still a long way from complete and destructive assimilation.
At least his current state can only be described as extremely indifferent, and he has not completely lost himself.
"Then just stay.
I'm going to talk to Carl Qiu.
The third ancestor hasn't come back yet, so things like guarding the door have to be left to Kalqiu.
I have to say that the appearance of existences like the Three Ancestors is a very strange thing.
I completely can't understand the mentality of the first ancestors who summoned the three of them.
Look at that bastard, he's still saying he has no feelings for barbarians.
At first, I really thought that he summoned the three ancestors to maintain our continuity.
Looking at it now, I still don’t know what he was thinking.
But I’m sure there’s absolutely nothing good in this guy’s belly!”
Hailab pried open a floor tile, and then took away the box filled with wine under the floor tile.
Taking away all the wine was also to prevent others from enjoying my collection.
Kalju is a barbarian who fits Hyrab's vision very well.
It's powerful but also a little gentle.
For ordinary barbarians, they don't like the description of gentleness.
Although almost every barbarian hero has this feeling.
But most of them don't show their appreciation for tender emotions.
Only Kalju is different.
Maybe it was because he couldn't treat his own people gently when he was alive.
So after his death, he always showed his tenderness without hesitation.
"let us start."
The first ancestor picked Bulcaisuo with the tip of his knife.
He didn't like the atmosphere at this time very much.
Fighting directly is what suits his wishes.
As for how miserable he would be dealt with, he didn't care much.
No one knows what this oldest savage was thinking.
No one wants to explore whether this guy has no feelings for the descendants as he said.
None of this matters.
Living people won’t get to the bottom of things about dead people.
That kind of approach wastes time and makes people feel uncomfortable.
Surviving in a sheltered place is already very difficult.
So not many people will spend time exploring the past and recording it.
Humans don’t learn from past mistakes anyway,
Simply let it be.
Over the years, much of the Nephalem's history has turned into legend.
Only someone like Deckard Cain would put it into writing.
Before Deckard Cain, Kanai had done a lot of similar things.
It's a pity that Kanai's approach did not receive much recognition among the barbarians.
They mostly believe that Kanai will make further progress if he concentrates on becoming stronger.
"ha!"
Bulcaisel directly let out a war cry.
Then the gravel hammer in his hand directly turned into the hammer of ancestors.
This time is not a face-saving exchange war.
But Bulkaisu wanted to seek justice for Gruchak who had his arm cut off!
Show mercy?
There is absolutely no need for such a thing in this battle!
When the heavy hammer fell, it was held by the first ancestor with two swords.
It's just that the first ancestor's knees have completely sunk into the ground.
In a pure collision of forces, Bulcasso undoubtedly had the upper hand.
"I almost forgot that you are a barbarian from the Buck Tribe.
If I have to say it, the Stag tribe should be the first tribe of barbarians, right?
My first child was born at that time, and when I was naming him, Vasily turned into a stag.
The Buck Tribe is the descendant who has inherited the most blood from me, right?"
When the first ancestor spoke, he threw Bulcasso's hammer to his side with some effort.
The heavy hammer fell on the ground, stirring up gravel and hitting him directly, leaving several wounds on his skin.
"It's really good, this power is at least much stronger than Imprius.
Even the spreading power can hurt me.
But you should also be mentally prepared.
Skill and strength always complement each other, and my life is so long.
Then how powerful my skills are.
In other words, if you fight according to the barbarian tradition, you may not be able to defeat me.
As for seeking justice for your own people, are you really capable of it?"
The first generation ancestor said without changing his expression.
The two swords in his hands are held forward and backward.
The two heavy weapons were intertwined, like the teeth of an unknown beast.
"nonsense!"
Bulcaisuo waited until the first ancestor finished speaking, then swept forward with the heavy hammer in his hand.
In terms of weapon strength, Volusk's gravel hammer is not completely comparable to the first generation ancestor's twin swords.
But the difference between the two is not that big.
Moreover, blunt weapons are of course more advantageous than swords in a collision.
When a barbarian warrior faces a technically superior opponent, his favorite weapon is always the heaviest weapon.
When the huge hammer is swung over, the huge hammer head is even more useful than a shield.
Faced with this somewhat overly simple attack, it is difficult for the opponent to display many of his exquisite techniques.
It's a heavy hammer, it only goes back and forth a few times anyway.
Smashing vertically, sweeping horizontally, smashing diagonally, and collision...
Anyway, just a few strokes are enough.
Faced with such an attack, the first generation ancestors had no intention of continuing to deal with it head on.
He made a crab-like movement, and the two knives were intertwined like pliers.
The body was lifted directly, jumping higher than the hammer's sweeping height.
Then launch an attack.
In terms of strength, he has already tried it, but his own strength is not as strong as Bulcasso's.
Then you have to use some technical means to solve the problem.
It's just that Bulkesso doesn't just swing a hammer.
The hammer only has those options, but you can always do something else while swinging the hammer.
For example, look for opportunities to kick the opponent.
The first generation ancestor had just leaped over the attack range of the hammer when he saw a huge iron boot kick directly to the bridge of his nose.
This move is not too difficult, it is just a roundhouse kick using the inertia of swinging the hammer.
With a little training, any qualified warrior can do it.
But the strength is completely different from Bulqueso's kick.
This foot carries the power of an earthquake!
"boom!"
The first generation ancestor flew out directly.
After a flash of light on the holy mountain, the power of Bulcasso's kick also disappeared.
Warusk in the Holy Mountain is still paying attention to things here.
Although this is a customary battle and we cannot go as far as we did before,
But it is still possible to protect the Holy Mountain from being harmed by Bulcaisuo's power.
Anyway, the first generation ancestor has been hit, it is enough to prevent the power from spreading.
The body of the first ancestor flying upside down in mid-air was trembling like a fish out of water.
The force of the earthquake was still affecting his body.
This feeling is absolutely unpleasant, probably one-tenth as bad as the previous conflict of authority in Bulcaisuo's body.
"very nice."
The first ancestor said this sentence in a somewhat stiff voice.
The two knives in his hands stabbed hard to the ground behind him.
The light on the holy mountain flashed again.
The first ancestor's two swords were not inserted into the ground to prevent him from continuing to fly upside down... and even gained some strength.
This time it was not Volusk who deliberately went off the rails.
But if it falls on the Holy Mountain this time, the damage it will cause will not be small.
Although it won't be serious, Volusk simply doesn't want the Holy Mountain to be harmed.
The idea is very simple and pure.
Well, he is still a little biased.
After all, if the first ancestor cut off Gruchak's arm, it would be the result of a fight if Warusk were to handle it.
The first generation ancestors could act condescending or even dismissive when facing other barbarians.
But that's his business.
Regardless of whether it is Volusk or Bulqessor, they regard it as their responsibility to protect the barbarians.
They can do things like seeking justice for their clansmen without any psychological pressure at all.
"So the tradition of barbarians is to go astray.
Or a gang fight?"
Israel lay on the ground and taunted.
After he said these words, he glanced at Barr and Imperius...
Then I saw Barr and Imprius both nodded.
"Of course, there are times when you can't take advantage of one-on-one.
Then why can't we fight in groups?
The battle between the Nephalem and the Burning Hell is a battle for survival.
It's not for some ridiculous honor.
Not only barbarians, but other Nephalem as well.
If it weren't for that original savage there would be no companion here.
I'm just afraid that the way of fighting won't be one-on-one.
Nephalem are better at fighting together than demons and angels."
Prius said with a look of approval.
He didn't think there was anything wrong with this kind of thing.
A hero alone is powerful, but such a hero can do more when he has a partner.
Human beings are not the kind of existence that can survive alone.
Israel was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and concentrated on recovering from his injuries.
His injuries were not pleasant.
The previous blow from Bulcaisu's vent almost shattered the balance of the Archangel.
Then Barr gave him a few more blows.
If he wants to recover from his injuries at this time, it will take some time.
"Angels hate the Nephalem, and demons hate the Nephalem.
So, must the Nephalem die?"
Barr muttered very quietly.
But no one cared what he said.
How could the Nephalem die?
The Nephalem's life is so difficult, but there is no reason to die.
Demons and angels simply don't like the nephalem blocking their way.
The root of everything is actually not complicated at all.