Chapter 325 The Skeleton King is not the king of the skeletons! (10,000-word chapter)


Chapter 325 The Skeleton King is not the king of the skeletons! (Large chapter of ten thousand words)

"Leoric, you choose."

Bulkesser was not disturbed at all, and he had no thoughts about Death's pleading tone. Something to say.

What does Leoric want?

It’s just an opportunity! It's just a chance to get out of the Skeleton King's body.

The wise king of Khanduras should not exist like a decaying undead.

Even though Skeleton King's name contains the word "king", it is just a mockery of Leoric.

How can the dead bones in the grave find peace?

What he wants, apart from the long dream in eternal sleep that will never wake up, is the past!

“Are you asking about my choice? Are you laughing at my will!”

Leoric shouted loudly, his body trembling and making the sound of bones rubbing together.

One step ahead is the Burning Hell, a place where once you enter, you can only keep company with fighting every day.

There were just two dangerous and powerful demon gods inside, one of whom was looking at him.

Leoric did not look back and stepped into the burning hell.

The moment his body passed through the barrier formed by the power of the Shadow Fang, the bones began to burn.

"I am the King of Skeletons, but not the King of Skeletons!"

Leoric laughed, the flames of hell burning on his body, one step at a time!

The burning hell under his iron boots turned into patches of pale land.

The white bones on his body began to turn black.

Wherever the Skeleton King goes, everything will be corrupted by the breath of death.

There were only three footprints of Leoric left on the ground of the Burning Hell.

When Leoric takes the fourth step, the first footprint will disappear.

"Bulkessor, remember your promise! I want to see Khanduras stand on the earth again!"

The heavy hammer in Leoric's hand was He held it with one hand, leaving pale scratches on the ground.

The other hand gently supported his crown. A bright diamond on the crown was shining brightly!

"Maybe I can't be called a hero. But at least, I never let anyone sacrifice in vain."

Bulkessor remained calm, and bursts of firelight on his body were still shining.

The cold anger, the kind of energy that completely exceeds the limitations of emotions, keeps Bulkesso in the peak state all the time.

Even though he calmly watched Leoric step into the burning hell, the blue anger in his hand began to shine again!

“Hero? Of course you are not a hero!

You mean when you broke into my house illegally, smashed my collection of cans, resurrected me, beat me to death, and then walked away with your white gear all over the floor? I usually only use the word tramp to describe this kind of person! Oh yes, what a hero.

You dare to bring the warm breath of life into my grave and disturb my eternal sleep! Pick out my old bones piece by piece from my kingdom!

Don’t you want me to be your strength at the right time?

Now I am fulfilling my promise! Bulkeso! "

Leoric's voice was filled with bursts of ridicule and dissatisfaction with the title of hero.

hero?

For Leoric, heroes are just a group of self-righteous guys!

No one ever saved him!

No one saves his kingdom!

Even broke into his home while he was enjoying his sleep!

"Leoric, are you ready?"

Baal looked at Leoric walking past him, boredom written all over his face.

Baal did not take Leoric seriously. Leoric was just a tool that gave him the opportunity to devour Mephisto.

Does the Demon God of Destruction care what he thinks of a tool?

“I will kill you, you cannot withstand the force of destruction.”

"So what? I am already a dead person. So when I am killed again, what am I? More completely dead?... Or alive again!?

I tell you Baal! There is only one thing that my old bones are afraid of, and that is osteoporosis!”

Leoric waved his anger directly at Baal, and the huge and ferocious hammer fell heavily. Above Barr's head.

With a crisp sound, Barr's cold head sunk deeply.

Baal's thick arm pressed heavily on Leoric's head, grabbing Leoric's only treasure.

"Take your dirty hands off my crown!"

Leoric established his own domain in the Burning Hell. In this place where the Demon King was born, a breath of the dead began to spread. .

This is very difficult, just as difficult as it is for the Hell Demon to open his own domain on Harrogath.

But it is enough for Baal to take back that dirty claw!

The Black King marches in!

The giant hammer was swung with a cold aura, creating a hint of coolness in the high-temperature burning hell.

After three consecutive collisions, Leoric's heavy hammer passed through Barr's body and fell to the ground.

After Baal's body trembled for a while, it returned to its original appearance!

"Leoric, you are insulting the Lord of Hell!"

Mephisto finally takes action!

After being injured accidentally or intentionally by Baal, Mephisto attacked Leoric with full of hatred!

A claw full of hatred and a bone wing slapped Leoric's body, making a sound like nails on frosted glass.

The harsh sound makes people feel irritated, and even gives rise to a trace of hatred.

"The best choice for a madman is to stay still and wait for the end to come."

After a high-pitched roar, Mephisto directly pushed Leoric down. On the ground.

The snake-like spine penetrated Leoric's chest, impaling the Skeleton King on the ground of the Burning Hell!

The pale bones were stained with smoke-like traces in the demonic fire of hell.

"Those farmers said that I was crazy...that I was paranoid! Do you mean that thinking that everyone is going to kill you is paranoid? Really? Really?... Oh, it turns out it's true Yes. But they really took action in the end..."

Leoric used the heavy hammer to prop himself on the ground, and then straightened his body made of bones little by little.

The ribs scratched the spine that ran through his chest, making an overwhelming sound.

Then Leoric stretched out a claw filled with the aura of death towards Mephisto!

A connection developed between him and Mephisto, and Mephisto's power became Leoric's presence in Hell!

Leoric will not give in, he never has!

Never give up!

He is still the wise king of Khanduras. Even if he is called the Skeleton King now, he is still the Skeleton King of Khanduras!

"Leorric, if we meet again next time, I will remember to knock on the door before looking for you."

Bulkessor no longer looked at the entanglement between Leoric and the two demons.

It was destined to be a battle of being beaten, and then recovering and continuing to be beaten.

In the Burning Hell, the limit of what Leoric could do was to involve these two demons.

Death disappeared directly outside the gate of Burning Hell when Leoric took that step.

Leoric had already made his choice, and he could only watch what happened next silently.

Death can do nothing.

With liquid like tears in his eyes, Death walked backwards and left the scene.

The figure disappeared little by little in the hot air, and returned little by little to the kingdom of the dead.

“Ha!”

Bulcaisel let out a war cry in the form of the rage of the berserker, and heavily hit the shadow fang that appeared in front of him with the blue fury in his hand.

A strike as swift as thunder, a strike as sudden as thunder in the clear sky!

While Baal and Mephisto were entangled with Leoric, before the Hell Demon had time to hide the Shadow Fang in the Burning Hell!

He had used all his strength in this blow, and the entire Burning Hell was in turmoil.

The ground he was standing on collapsed little by little, and the angry blue blade collided with the Shadow Fang!

"For the justice of the high-level heaven!"

The voice of Yizuer, who was still an angel at that time, seemed to be heard in the air, and bursts of dazzling light collided with the void emanating from the Shadow Fang.

There is no sound, the burning hell is shaking.

Cracks appeared on the ground, but this time countless demon armies were not born in the cracks!

Just like when the great demon Diavolo stepped on the crystal dome.

"Bullshit high-level paradise! For the courage to never compromise and the justice of mankind!"

Bulkessor cursed softly, and the anger in his body continued to turn into energy and filled into the blue anger.

Yizur's tall body slowly emerged from the Blue Fury, and then they reached out and grasped the handle of the Blue Fury!

"Bulkess, I hate humans! Because you are half of the devil!"

"I hate angels even more. The gods are always looking forward and backward. Only you and Imprius It’s still eye-catching!”

Bulcasso's anger washed away the blue anger like a tide, and bursts of cold breath turned into sword light.

“Tch, Yizu’er! Your legend is too inferior!”

When Bulcaisel finished these words, the blue fury broke in the collision with the Shadow Fang. Got it!

A subtle click!

The remaining half of the blue fury hit the layer of protection outside the Burning Hell with huge power and Bulcaisel's fist!

The other half fell weakly to the ground, turned into powder and dissipated with a snap.

"Maybe yes, it's time for me to return to the high-level heaven."

Yizur's figure disintegrated little by little.

"Thank you, barbarian! You have redeemed my soul."

"Get out, Yizu'er! You have destroyed my spoils!"

Bulcaisel's body withdrew from the stance of Fury of the Berserker, gritted his teeth and stuffed the legendary remains of Blue Fury into his backpack.

The legend of Yizuel contains his persistence as an angel. Even though his body was corrupted by the Seven Demon Kings and turned into a minion of the devil, his soul was still noble.

Yizur was freed, but the legend finally came to an end.

That was the trophy Bulcaisu got when he cut off the head of the corrupted Yizuer, but it was eventually destroyed because of Yizuer.

An original legend cannot be compared to those imitations.

"Bulkessor! You did something wrong!"

Baal put his hand on Leoric's head and roared loudly.

Completely ignoring that the skeleton was smashing his fingers with a giant hammer.

With Baal's roar, a tiny bit of particles fell from the Shadow Fang.

That is the blade of the Shadow Fang!

Bul-Katho destroyed the Blue Fury in one blow, but damage finally appeared on the Shadow Fang.

Even if it is just a loss like a grain of rice.

Yizur achieved his long-cherished wish and was freed from the shackles of legend!

"Disgusting bed bug! The next time we meet, I will definitely break off that fang of Tasamet!"

Bulkessor did not look back and directly tore one The portal returned to Harrogath.

Things have come to an end here.

Next time, Bulcaisel will bring the power of Diavolo and the identity of a certain archangel to meet Baal and the others again.

When the time comes, Shadow Fang will surely be destroyed!

……

“My brother, I saw it. I saw Annihilation coming to the world regardless of your request.

I saw the aura of death coming from Annihilation, and I want you to stop him. "

Death is sitting on the lonely throne, muttering softly.

She is calling for eternity.

The breath of annihilation is being wrapped in the shadow of death, this It means that Annihilation is entering a dangerous situation.

Annihilation should not appear in the human world. It is precisely because of this that Death realizes that Leoric may be separated forever.

Eternity has no time to answer the call of death.

The life court in front of him was harassing him.

If you are not careful, a large part of the world in Eternal Body will be lost.

In order for the world to grow steadily stronger, Eternity can only carefully face the attack of the Tribunal of Life.

Eternal can think of what Annihilation has done, but he has no way to get out during this time.

The Living Tribunal is an existence he must face carefully.

Eternity temporarily lost its connection.

Death did not wait for her brother's response, but she could not contact Annihilation no matter what.

Loneliness began to invade her heart, and the fear of loss made Death curl up, quietly leaning on the throne that still contained Leoric's aura.

Death began to become paranoid, and the two rings on his hand began to proliferate and then split.

Thrown into this world!

A gorgeous burial!

The holders of the Ring of Life and the Ring of Death will feel that hostility and will fight on the stage of the entire world.

All the dead will not come to the kingdom of death, but will turn into decaying ashes and be buried for the Skeleton King!

The passing of an existence should be celebrated by the destruction of countless lives.

Death begins to prepare for this greatest destruction!

"Leoric, if this time is the farewell..."

Death whispered...

All the dead souls in that country are gradually changing. Faint, then disappear little by little.

If Leoric had just been killed, he would have been resurrected as the Skeleton King.

But if existence is erased, then it no longer exists!

The souls in the Realm of Death will return to the world as her memory of Leoric!

For the festival where life and death confront each other, we present wonderful, clumsy, stupid and cruel fire!

Eternal felt what death had done, but at this time he couldn't even say anything to stop it!

The Tribunal of Life discovered this move that hindered the development of the world, and its offensive became even more rapid.

Eternity can only resist with all its efforts to protect the world within itself.

......

"May the divine light burn your sins away!"

Johanna muttered words in her mouth while galloping on the land of hell.

The power of the Crusaders rushed into Hela's body through the chains of the God's war horse, like filling a rubber ball with water.

Hela felt her body expanding little by little.

The power she gained before is constantly burning, bringing her endless pain!

"Ah↑ah↓ah↓ah↑!!!"

Hela let out a cry of pain, the feeling of her body being filled and beginning to swell was eroding her sanity.

The body was dragged on the ground, blood spilled all the way.

But the wound healed little by little under the strength of Johanna.

The power of the Hell Demon turned into gas like boiled water, blowing away her skin and flesh.

The severe pain made the hatred in her heart even stronger.

Being imprisoned by Odin in the sunless underworld of Helm, Hela's heart has been wandering between pain and hatred.

Want to redeem her?

It's impossible just to have power constantly scouring and torturing!

Hela’s hatred will last for thousands of years and will not be simply eliminated.

But this also means that she will endure a longer period of time in Johanna's "redemption".

People who devote themselves wholeheartedly to hatred will not reflect on themselves, and people who only want to prove themselves will not listen to other people's persuasion.

Even at this time, Hela was swollen like a corpse buried in the ground with a "giant view", and the skin was separated from the bones and flesh and was trembling like a balloon.

She didn't feel the slightest remorse.

The power of the Holy Crusaders is not very sophisticated, and the process of being washed away by sacred faith is full of pain.

But the lotus blooming in the mud is the most beautiful, and the flower in the depth of sin is incomparably beautiful.

“May you bear the pain I feel at this time one day!”

Hela said in Johanna’s tone, her voice trembling in pain.

The cold hatred in it was like substance, resisting Johanna's power.

Johanna didn’t say much.

She is a Crusader, not a priest!

For her, redemption is just a means to witness whether an existence still has a chance.

The hopeless will turn into ashes in the endless flight, and the remaining ones are the ones worthy of redemption.

What happened in Bulkesso was more worthy of Johanna's attention than Hela.

She felt the turmoil on the ground, felt the anger from Bulcaisuo passing through the air, and her mind had already flown to Bulcaisuo.

Of course she will pay attention to the arrival of the Burning Hell, and she is not stupid enough to be easily attracted to her attention.

But Johanna also knew very well that if she did not leave, the Hell Demon would not appear in front of her and Bulcasso.

Now that there is only one lie and three demons left, more than two hell demons will not appear in this place.

All she had to do was give the Devil of Hell a chance to show up.

As for Hela, an excuse to leave.

"Redeeming" a sinless person is only incidental.

Compassion is always there, but mercy should only be shown to people who have always been kind.

The Crusaders are an armed force! They are combatants fighting against demons!

Forgiveness without a bottom line will only lead to more hatred.

"Johanna, teleport here!"

Bulkessor's voice rang in Johanna's ears, and the turmoil on the ground finally stopped.

Johanna waved the butcher's knife with only the handle left, opened the portal in front of her, dragged Hela and rushed in directly.

No slowing down...

As she passed through the portal, she collided directly with the pickup truck driven by Mocott.

Johanna's war horse rushed over without wavering, and the pickup truck forged by Rasuk turned into pieces in mid-air.

"Ha! Johanna!"

Mocott shouted loudly in mid-air and landed directly in front of Johanna with a somewhat weird posture.

There was excitement in the voice. As for the pickup truck forged by Rasuk being broken, it is not worth caring about at all!

Who said that Rasuk's craftsmanship was not good enough to add the legendary Sakala shoulder armor to the car.

A car that cannot even be indestructible is not interesting at all!

"Mocott? What does this mean?" The war horse that Johanna was riding suddenly disappeared, and Hela behind her finally had time to rest.

She rolled twice like a bloated rubber ball, hit a rock and stopped.

"Who is this?"

Tony asked Rumlow sitting next to a campfire with curiosity in his eyes.

Although Johanna didn’t look energetic and her armor was covered in dust, it couldn’t cover up the dazzling brilliance.

The heroic appearance made Tony a little concerned.

On the other hand, Natasha was comparing her appearance with Johanna.

This is Natasha's habit. Rare beauties will always subconsciously compare their beauty.

There is nothing malicious in it, but it is just a comparison.

"I don't know, but he is obviously an acquaintance of the ancestors."

Rumlow rubbed his nose, and then his body shook unnaturally.

Even after becoming a barbarian, the evil in him did not disappear.

When facing Johanna, he instinctively felt the danger.

"What about the ball at the back?"

When Tony said "ball", Hela's body began to return to its original shape little by little.

She is also a rare beauty, but she is much more enchanting.

The meager power of the Hell Demon in Hela's body has been burned away by the previous drag.

It's just that the feelings full of hatred haven't had time to be reversed.

“I don’t know.”

Rumlow avoided Johanna’s gaze intentionally or unintentionally, and spoke perfunctorily.

Then Thor stood in front of Hela and stretched out his arm.

“Madam, I feel a familiar breath from your body.”

Thor spoke boldly, and his conversation and behavior seemed no different from the young people chatting up on the street.

"Me too."

Hela straightened her appearance, then grabbed Thor's hand and stood up.

The aura inherited from Odin on Thor made Hela very unhappy.

She already recognized the identity of the person in front of her after just one encounter.

Even though she was imprisoned, Hela was still able to get some information from her brothers who served as jailers.

Thor's news is something Baldr always mentions.

Thor, the next Lord of Asgard.

Although Baldr has been directly killed by Mephisto, Hela is always full of nostalgia for this younger brother.

That was the brother who had been with her the longest.

Besides Odin, he is the person she hates the most.

"Johanna, long time no see. It seems like you are not having a good time these days?"

Vida suddenly appeared in front of him and greeted Johanna.

Behind Vader, Banner and Betty were constantly observing all this.

As for General Ross, he was called away by Old General Qualkek at this time.

Probably undergoing correction.

“I heard that some of your recruits can bite off black bread with their gums without making a sound?”

Johanna took out the remaining piece of black bread and waved it, and asked With Vida.

She still remembers Bulcasso’s cold joke from before.

Rumlow poked Casillas sitting next to him with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"Ha, you are famous, brother."

"Shut up, if you don't want to feel my forehead that has been tempered by the ancestors of Kanuk!"

Casillas said roughly Drinking low.

As soon as he raised his gums and bit into the black bread, Casillas felt his jaw hurt.

This is all a conditioned reflex.

"Johanna, although I have said it before, I have to say it again. Welcome back!"

Bulkasso stood in the center of the crowd and said to Johanna.

“Welcome back.”

“Welcome!”

The ancestor who was familiar with Johanna followed Bulcaisuo’s words and said welcome.

Even the ancestors who were not so familiar nodded to Johanna as a greeting.

"It just so happens that our new festival is called 'Reunion', a glorious reunion with our ancestors and a reunion with our comrades!"

Aunt Mara rarely appears in the eyes of others. , the kind old lady said with a smile.

"Then let's call it 'Reunion Festival', it's pretty much the same anyway."

Worusk said while stroking his beard, finally deciding on this festival.

...

It is said to be a festival, but the festival of barbarians is not complicated.

In other words, basically guys who have spent their lives in battle are not interested in complicated things.

As long as you are happy during the festival, apart from fighting, perhaps eating and drinking is the simplest happiness.

In the blacksmith workshop of Rasuk, Bulcaisuo was talking to Warusk about the previous events.

Bulcaisel's hand was tapping a shield gently.

That is the equipment in Johanna's hand.

Johanna, wearing coarse clothes, sat upright on a chair to the side, listening to Bulkesso and Warusk talking about what happened before.

"So, you sent an Yizuer to the High Heaven, and then lost a legend? And you also thrust Leoric into an abyss where there was nothing but a beating? "

Warusk said while pinching his teeth.

Warusk doesn't like to suffer losses.

If anyone tells him that suffering a loss is a blessing, he can swear and wish others blessings like the east sea.

"We have to speed up. It seems that we are now at a disadvantage in terms of numbers."

Bulkessor said and landed the last hammer on the Crusader shield. , then took out the thick iron block used for polishing and slowly wiped the shield.

If you simply want to repair it, there is no need to bother at all.

Take tens of thousands of gold coins from your backpack, melt them into liquid, and then sprinkle them on the equipment to repair it.

This is why the blacksmiths in the shelter only need a moment to repair their equipment.

The gold coins dropped from the demon's body carry extraordinary energy.

The blacksmiths in the shelter always have a furnace of liquid melted from gold coins waiting for adventurers to repair their equipment.

But Bulcaisel didn't like this method very much, so he would always use a hammer to hammer the deformed equipment back to its original shape bit by bit.

That liquid is applied to the equipment last.

In his words, this can better maintain the original appearance of the equipment and make it easier to use.

"Accelerate? That's easy to say. Didn't you just confirm Diavolo's recovery? Now you don't even know Belial's location, what are you going to do?"

Wo Rusk said nonchalantly, and then sat directly on the ground.

As for the numerical disadvantage, he didn't care much.

At worst, the source of power of the Holy Mountain is squeezed out, and the ancestors rush down in a swarm to have a good fight.

The impact of this will last for up to ten years, but the last time it happened, the Burning Hell or High-level Heaven would have to stop for about the same amount of time.

If nothing else, none of that large group of named ancestors can be overwhelmed by numbers.

Without the restraint of beings of the same level, quantity is meaningless to barbarians.

As for a demon at the level of Hamelin, Warusk didn’t think the two demon gods involved in Leoric could create it.

Diavolo is not in the Burning Hell now, so trying to create a high-strength demon is just a pipe dream.

"Accelerate the cultivation of strong enough warriors, otherwise our battle will cause unwarranted harm to the world."

Bulkessor said nonsense seriously.

Of course Warusk understands these things.

But Volusk doesn’t care about this.

Being distracted from protecting the weak when defeating evil is a path to death in Warusk's opinion.

The Immortal King Volusk can only protect his own people at most, and most of the time he doesn't even do much to protect his people.

Fighting and inheritance are the only things he is responsible for.

"What are you going to do? Open the secret realm to everyone? And then spend your time dealing with those beings who have gained the power to do evil?"

Warusk's tone was filled with disdain.

Barbarians are quite generous, but they are not taken advantage of.

I won’t say what benefits I will get, but I can’t cause trouble to myself.

"Do you think quantity is useful? How many years will it take for them to have the strength to stand in front of the Demon King of Hell without being crushed instantly? Quantity is meaningless."

"Cultivation is worth cultivating Give the young people better conditions. For example, some weapons that do not exceed the standard.”

With some thought, the movement of his hand was a little heavier.

It left a somewhat ugly scratch on the shield.

Bulkessor frowned, picked up the hammer, touched the melted gold coins on the edge and hammered it carefully again.

"How about giving them better growth conditions and then accelerating their growth time? Maybe we can also let some of the local strong men become barbarians to give them greater possibilities?"
< br>Bulkesso added, which made Warusk look at him as an idiot.

“Do you think a guy who is already strong enough will easily find another way to become stronger? Don’t forget, all people who can be called strong are stubborn!”
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"I know, but the strong men in this world seem to be locked in power by something. They may need this opportunity."

Bulkessor said with a frown.

This choice is not a good one.

It also violates fairness.

Giving things to others for no reason will most of the time be met with suspicion.

I believe there are really not many people who fall into the trap of pie in the sky, and even if they do, they have been deceived by others.

It is obvious that people who want to take advantage are the most easily deceived.

“I heard that you know a guy who is very suitable for the Crusaders?”

Johanna interrupted when she heard this, her eyes were serious and curious.

It is rare to find someone who is deemed more suitable by Bulcaisel to become a Crusader.

Bulcaisel rarely commented on others, only when he really needed to.

"That guy seems to be older than you. But his moral character is very similar to that of the Holy Crusaders."

Bulkessor moved a little closer to the shield in his hand, carefully Observing.

Then with a few gentle taps, the shield became no different from before.

“Steve Rogers, he’s recognized by the Lantern of Justice.”

Bulcaisel said calmly, then raised his eyes to observe Johanna's reaction.

The legendary Bulcaisuo, the Ring of Justice, had already asked for it from Imprius. Even if Bulcaisuo came to give it to Johanna, Imprius did not nod in agreement.

Now that the Lantern of Justice recognizes someone else, Bulcasso is worried that Johanna will feel lost.

"That is really suitable for the Crusader. What do you think is more suitable for him to become a Nephalem? Let's talk about it first. I am not going to give my blood to a stranger."

Johanna took the shield from Bulcasso's hand and waved it casually a few times.

Then he stuffed this Akarat epiphany into his backpack.

“You should have the power to open the secret realm of the Temple of the Brave, right?”

Bulkessor asked with some apprehension.

The power to open secret realms is most often held by the ghosts of the ancient Nephalem.

The Holy Mountain of Harrogath is a special case. Because of the explosion of Arreat, these ancestors shared this power.

"Hmm. It's just that the Temple of the Brave seems to have been cleansed by Malthael. Now I don't know how to open the secret realm."

Johanna said to Bulcaisel with a smile.

"Okay, what do you want?"

Bulkessor said straightforwardly.

He almost watched Johanna grow up, so she was asking for benefits.

Although it was just a harmless joke, it still gave Bulcasso a headache.

Taking care of children is not a problem for him, but when the familiar children grow up, they become a little difficult to get along with.

"Forge a ring for me. The ring on my hand was made by Old Tan Shen, but I still think your craftsmanship is more trustworthy."

Johanna's voice was very Plain and hearty.

Bulkessor nodded doubtfully, agreeing to this condition.

The thief god Shen Laotan's skills in forging jewelry are not inferior to Bulcaisuo's skills in forging weapons and armors. In the field of jewelry, Bulcaisuo does not think that he is better than Shen Laotan.

But this is not something that requires getting to the bottom of things.

Johanna will use the best equipment, which is common sense for every adventurer.

"What? You don't seem to be happy about it?"

Johanna said this, then took out the butcher's knife with only a little edge left and began to sharpen her nails. .

Because he lowered his head and couldn't see her expression.

On the other side, Warusk dug out a bottle of wine from under the blacksmith workshop in Rasuk and poured it directly into his mouth.

"Aren't we talking about acceleration now? Why did we end up at the forge?"

Worusk finished the wine, wiped his mouth and interrupted the conversation.

“Can the Crusaders train on a large scale?”

Warusk asked directly. Since he had already said this, he could just continue with the topic.

"It's not easy, but there is some hope of creating guys like Cormac on a large scale. It's just that the will is a bit hard to say."

Johanna said after thinking for a while.

The Templars and the Crusaders are not the same profession, but there are still some similarities.

It’s just that Johanna can’t guarantee that all the guys she trains will become noble.

You must know that there are also many corrupted guys in the Knights Templar.

Cormac even killed his former comrade during the adventure, and that guy had long since become a minion of the devil.

"Then give it a try. At the worst, Tarik will be sacrificed, and the evidence of shame will be placed in the training ground, and those guys will be beaten every day!"

Bulkessor bit him He said through gritted teeth.

Borrowing weapons from other ancestors is not a simple matter.

The weapons that have been with you for hundreds of years are not something that can be easily borrowed.

The Third Ancestor used his legend to crush Azmodan's soul for Bul-Katho, but now it feels a bit excessive to borrow the weapon.

"Trouble comes one after another"

Worusk dug another bottle out of the ground, but stopped after just taking a sip.

The expression on his face also became a little strange.

"I have to go out first, you guys chat first."

Warusk stood up directly, then walked out with the bottle in his hand, his steps a little anxious.

Not long after, Rasuk's angry curses came out, and then the sound of fists hitting his face could be heard.

“What’s going on?”

Johanna asked with curiosity, Bulcasso looked a little embarrassed.

"What Warusk dug was what Rasuk buried. That guy and I were learning wine making for a while, and planned to use the Sinking Demon's thing to make wine, but then we seemed to have forgotten where the bottle of wine was buried. "

Bulkeso hesitated when he spoke.

Looks like Volusk hit the jackpot.

But for a guy like a thief, he actually turned around and beat the victim, which seemed a bit excessive.

“It seems like there’s always something on Harrogath that I don’t know about.”

Johanna's expression also became strange.

She knew that Bulcasso used demon blood to brew wine.

But Bulcaisel used the blood of guys like Diavolo, the thing of the Sinking Demon...

Johanna was a little unimaginable.

Obviously this is not a good choice.

(End of this chapter)

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