Bulcaisuo finally returned to the sacred mountain of Harrogath.
He did not have the Sword of Twilight strapped to his waist. The Nephalem were more accustomed to putting the weapons in their backpacks when they were not in use.
"Hey, isn't this Israel? With such a little authority, you actually act so weak? Did you do something bad?"
Bulcaisel said mockingly to Israel, who was preparing to leave the Temple of the Elders.
"Bulkess, although I shouldn't be angry at such words, I still don't like this way of speaking."
Israel looked up somewhat haggardly and glanced at Bulcasso, and then said weakly.
"I respect the existence of higher heavens, but I don't respect the archangels. I think you should understand the difference."
Bulcaisel shook his head, he didn't like this guy Israel.
For the Archangel, Bulcaisel could only maintain a basic level of respect.
"I don't want to understand a Nephalem's thoughts, but it doesn't matter, I have fulfilled my promise, and I will not appear in your sight easily in the future."
Israel did not continue on the previous topic.
Just like barbarians don't like archangels, archangels don't actually like barbarians that much.
"Then I hope we never meet again."
Bulcaisel waved his hand, then took out a bottle of wine and threw it directly to Israel.
Israel didn't watch the wine bottle fall to the ground and break into pieces. He caught the bottle naturally.
There is no goodwill or malice in this, and it has nothing to do with whether you are an opponent or not.
It was just a farewell between two acquaintances, and Israel's tolerance was not that small.
"What a difficult Nephalem."
Israel shook his head as he spoke, and then left the Holy Mountain of Harrogath in a flash.
He is going to the higher heaven to tell his brother what he has experienced during this time.
"What an unpleasant archangel." Bulcaisel said as he looked at Israel's disappearing figure.
"So why do you always have to deal with those guys? Doesn't it make you feel bored?"
Warusk walked out of the Elder's Temple with curiosity on his face.
"Vorusk, one must have a few friends, and if those archangels have no ill intentions towards humans, they are good friends."
Bulcaisel said in a preaching tone.
"Then how many archangel friends do you have? Or angel friends?"
Warusk asked rhetorically.
Burquetso: "One."
Warusk: "Then what nonsense are you talking about?"
Bulcaisuo frowned, then squeezed past Warusk and walked directly into the Temple of the Elders.
This topic has reached this point and there is no need to continue.
Bulcaisel felt that instead of feeling uncomfortable here in Volusk, it would be better to take a look at the balances Israel had just paid.
Balance can effectively help him face the problems he may encounter after his soul is complete.
This matter is still very important in terms of importance.
"What you want to do is no easier than my dream. What do you think?"
Warusk closed the door and walked in.
The torches in the Elder's Temple are always on, but the lighting effect is not that good.
"Then I still want to ask you what you were thinking at that time, forget it, I suddenly don't want to know anymore.
Who knows how you found death? Although I don’t know the specific process, I think it might be a very disgusting story."
Bulcaisel waved his hand.
"Actually, it's a little bit disgusting."
Warusk spread his hands and said, with a bit of triumph on his face.
"Hey, my brother is coming, aren't you going to pick him up?"
The voice of the first generation ancestor rang out.
"Rasma? What is that guy doing in the Holy Mountain of Harrogas?"
Bulkesso asked.
"That guy doesn't have much hatred against the barbarians. In fact, I quite admire the Necromancer."
Warusk lowered his head as if to hide his gaze.
"I understand, you used the Necromancer to find death, right?"
Bulkesso said as if he was guessing, and Warusk's body suddenly shook.
"You! You guessed wrong~ Haha, did I lie to you?"
Warusk walked to his throne and sat directly on it, so lazily that it was impossible to tell that he was once the immortal king of the barbarians.
"This has nothing to do with me. It's your business. You will naturally say what you want to say."
Bulcasso also sat on his throne, and his sitting posture was not very good either.
There are no strangers here, so being a little casual will not embarrass the barbarians.
"Unfortunately, I just feel like I don't want to talk about this topic at any time."
Volusk bared his teeth and then lay down directly on his throne.
"As for Rasma, as long as that guy is not stupid, he will not come to the door rashly. There are three ancestors guarding the door, just to see his attitude."
Bulqueso said.
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At the gate of the Holy Mountain, Korik was sitting on the snow. The revenge of the first generation ancestor for harming Madoc was temporarily avenged.
Suddenly he became a little lazy.
"Korik, I'm here to visit the barbarians."
Rasma's eerie voice startled Kolik.
Rasma's way of traveling is silent, which is quite uncomfortable for the barbarians.
These guys are used to using different war cries to express different meanings during battle.
So they like to bleat twice at any time.
The arrival of this guy Rasma really shocked Kolik.
"Mistweed! Rathma!"
Korik looked at the calm face in front of him and shouted uncontrollably.
"What the hell? Rasma is here!?"
Tarik's voice came from far away, and with the voice came Tarik himself.
"Ahem, it's really...
Lord Rasma, why did you come to Harrogas?"
Talik stopped directly in front of Rasma.
On the surface, he looked like he was leaning sideways to greet Rasma, but you could tell by looking at the hand holding the weapon.
This guy Tarik is ready to fight Rasma at any time.
Necromancers are not evil, but their magic is really uncomfortable.
This is normal. To like life and hate death is the most normal situation for living beings.
"I'm here to negotiate a deal with your Immortal King. Of course, it's not something you can't know about."
To be continued...