Chapter 608 Volusk’s last treasure
“I thought you would delay a little longer, Bulcaisuo.”
Worusk on the floor raised his head and said with all his strength. With.
The reason why he is in this posture is because his injury is not much better.
Even the first generation ancestors jumped out and distributed a life to the ancestors on the holy mountain.
But Dudu seems to have missed Warusk. Ordinarily, the first generation ancestors would not make such a mistake.
“If I leave a little longer, I’m afraid I won’t even know what the Holy Mountain has become when I come back.
Worusk, I think you know, Harold How important the Holy Mountain of Gas is to us and to me."
Bulkeso looked at Warusk lying on the ground with deep eyes, and then sat directly next to Warusk.
“Do you need me to hand-feed you some wine?
Or are you finally planning to stand up? "
Bulkasso took out a few bottles of wine from his backpack and placed them one by one in front of Warusk.
"Oh, you didn't put your other one in the first place. Treat external existence as one thing.
Honestly, who else can you trust besides yourself?
I don’t know if this is your nature or the warning Uldyssian left for you. If it is the latter, then I can only praise Uldyssian for his foresight. ”
Warusk immediately lowered his head, his face flat on the ground, as if the towering bridge of his nose did not exist.
“The Shadow Fang was brought to the Holy Mountain of Harrogath. Do you have anything to say?
In addition, Kanai and Diavolo are both in the Dark Soul Stone.
If you have anything to tell them, you can just say it and they can hear it.
Of course, you can also meet them in person. ”
Burcasso casually crushed the mouth of a wine bottle, tilted his head and poured it into his mouth.
Is moderate drinking good for your health?
This is true, but this is true for those drunken guys.
In fact, once alcohol enters the body, it can only do harm.
It’s just that the physical condition of the Nephalem is much better than that of ordinary people, and barbarians are famous for their physical strength among the Nephalem.
This prevented these soldiers from falling under the influence of alcohol.
"What do I have to say?
I want to say that no one can defeat death, but you will definitely say that I fart."
Warusk's face Still clinging to the ground, his voice became a little weird.
“No, it is true that no one can defeat death. At most, they can only escape the arrival of death.
Even though our lifespan is still unknown, it is undeniable that we will still die.
This is human, isn’t it? "
Bulkessor patted the ground of the Elders' Temple, and bursts of power surged up and were infused into Volusk's body.
These energies may not be enough to make Volusk Rusk has returned to his peak, but it is more than enough to give him basic mobility.
"You can use the ancestor summons now, I am back with Kanai.
Your strongest side can finally appear in front of these guys, aren't you happy? "
Bulkessor had an indifferent look on his face. Just looking at his expression made it impossible to be happy.
What did Volusk look like when he was at his most powerful?
Transformed into the form of the Fury of the Berserker, and then stood beside Kanai's ancestor spirit
One Kanai is enough to match the three ancestors, this is what Volusk chose. Although Kanai doesn’t like the road very much,
But there is no denying the power of Warusk.
“Why did you call him out?
Look how embarrassed I am now?
Instead of talking to me about Kanai, why don’t you think about the things in this world? How do the strong look at us?"
Worusk sat up and took away a bottle of wine.
"They won't thank us, because our arrival allows them to face enemies they shouldn't face.
Neither you nor I would like to bring danger to you and me. Guy.
Then there is no reason to ask others to do things that we can’t do.”
Bulkessor knocked on his head, and Diavolo and Kanai were inside. The confrontation was a little too noisy.
"I thought you already had full trust in that mage."
A trace of ridicule appeared on Warusk's face.
“Of course, I trust them.
But this does not prevent them from hating us when facing disaster.
The worst is just fighting, and the one who lives is the winner. And the winner naturally has the right to speak."
Bulkasso tilted his head and tapped the ground gently, as if he was planning to hum a tune at any time.
Bulcaisel has never concealed his selfishness and desires. The strong always have to be more explicit.
Otherwise, what is the difference between us and other living beings?
Sing as loudly as possible!
When you curse, you should use the most foul words to express your anger.
Of course, don’t feel sad when you die in battle.
Because living has given them enough time to enjoy everything they can, such as the flesh and blood of demons and the spring water of angels.
There are also delicious foods that can be encountered occasionally.
“Do you think you are a good person?”
Warusk became a little wordy. He asked Kanai this question back then.
It’s just that Kanai didn’t give him an answer.
"A good person? Anyone who does anything for others is considered a good person, but when you help one person, you may hurt another person.
So what's the point of being a good person?
Just It's like you challenged death beyond your own control and caused a lot of losses to the barbarians.
So are you a good person?"
Bulkessor raised his head and looked at Wo carefully. Rusk.
With tired eyes, a thin face, and a shriveled body, it seemed that he could only stand by relying on his strong bones.
"Of course I am, who dares to stand in front of me and say that I am a bad person?
Is it you? Or Kanai? Or those who enjoy what I exchanged their lives for from the devil's hands? Living space, but he keeps scolding me?
No one dares to say that I am a bad person in front of me, so I am a good person."
Worusk pulled me from behind. , dragging out the Immortal King's gravel hammer with some effort.
"I still remember the gravel hammer you imitated for the first time. That thing was just right for swatting flies."
After speaking, Warusk took a sip of wine.
“I saw the scars left by Odin on Diablo’s body. Apparently this world has begun to breed hatred.
They will hate me, hate you, and even resent you. Barbarians.
But when the devil appears in front of them, they are still worthy of belief.”
Bulcaisel was talking incoherently.
This kind of thing has been proven before.
The hatred between the nephalem is inherently messy.
Barbarians and mages, mages and monks, druids and necromancers, demon hunters and mages...
It seems that mages have more enemies...< br>
But no matter how much hatred there is between them, they still try their best when facing the devil.
Perhaps this is because of the first generation Nephalem. Anyway, demons have always existed as the biggest enemy.
"Thor didn't get all my power and opportunities, although I really admire him..."
"Nonsense! Your secret realm has been polluted, how can he still get out of it? See your power and authority as the Immortal King? But it doesn't matter, Rorschach is there, he will become the next Immortal King.
Even though he now has the power of Diavolo and Tyrael in his body, I still think so. "
Bulkessor took the wine bottle and touched it with Warusk.
The two big men poured wine into their mouths together.
"Here we go again. Well, although I am not too impressed with Uldyssian, Kanai said that Uldyssian would always do this kind of thing.
Talking to himself, outsiders have no idea why he is so confident.
Are you Bulcaisel or Uldyssian?
Or maybe shirtless..."
"Pa! "
A big mouth made Warusk spin three times on the ground.
"I don't like this name. Although I only feel very embarrassed, I don't want to listen. ”
Bulcaisel stroked his beard, showing no emotion on his face.
But there is no need to look at their faces to see his current emotions.
Bulkesso's actions already speak for themselves.
"Perhaps you are born different from us, at least I understood it after I knew what a tie was."
Warusk shook his head and sat back down, then put All the wine that he had tried so hard not to spill poured into his mouth.
"You and Uldyssian should not have been born in our world.
Maybe the Great Demon God will definitely appear. Maybe after the destruction of the Holy Mountain of Arreat, the barbarians should have lost their roots.< br>
Perhaps, after the emergence of the Great Demon God, it is Sonya and other young warriors who seek victory.
In the trajectory of all this, the most normal development is probably without you
>
I should have thought of it a long time ago. Only those born outside the world can escape their fate.
Although that guy Madoc has never said this, Leiko has also been silent about your matter.
But I know that you are not favored by the cruel love of fate. "
Warusk rubbed his swollen left cheek and said nonchalantly.
"Maybe you should also stick out your right cheek and let me slap it, so that you look like She has a bit of the grace of her youth. ”
Bulkessor did not answer Warusk’s question directly.
"I remember the first time I saw the first ancestor, he was wearing a wasteland suit, with the double swords in your hands on his waist.
The first time I saw you put on this legendary suit At that time, I thought I saw him.”
Warusk’s voice became distant, as if he was telling an eternal story.
“So who asked Hairab to object to my name change?”
Bulkasso took over the topic by the way.
He did not expect that his name would be "Bulkess" at first, although there is no rule among barbarians that they cannot share the same name with their ancestors.
But the status of the first generation ancestor is also extraordinary.
“Perhaps Madoc?
Anyway, when you were young, you had no idea that you would become the most powerful warrior. At that time, you were dumbfounded day by day,
>
I doubted that you would starve to death due to getting lost or something like that.
I didn't let go of this worry until I saw you stuffing a lot of black bread into your backpack. "
Warusk crushed the empty wine bottle with his hands until it was like dust, and then blew it away in one breath.
"Even if you are dead, you are still Can't let go of the responsibility of the Immortal King. Obviously you can close your eyes at that time. "
"Close your eyes? Put simply. Could it be that if you died in battle, you would not have any thoughts of revenge? "
"I don't know, I might have been resentful before, but now I can't even feel fear, and I don't know if I will be very calm when facing death. ”
"Tch, I believe that your soul will become complete at the moment of death, and then cry like a stupid-beep-beep when the fear accumulated for many years breaks out"
Said in a silenced voice What you want to say, Warusk, really belongs to you!
“That’s enough gossip. I’ll give you a farewell drink.
Then Volusk, the great second-generation immortal king.
Do your best. Are you ready to face Kanai? Of course you still have to face your own fears.”
Bulkesso said noncommittally.
If nothing unexpected happens, Volusk and Kanai will probably realize their long-cherished wish.
Then the two ancestors can close their eyes peacefully and enjoy eternal tranquility.
Bulkesser didn’t know whether this was a good thing or not.
“Alas~ I thought of this before, so I left something with Orek,
If the child Thor returns to the Holy Mountain again, take him to find Orek. "
Worusk clapped his hands and stood up, and then took all the wine on the ground in his hand.
It is impossible to go to see an old friend that he has wanted to see for a long time. Go empty-handed.
“If I vomited while drinking in the Dark Soul Stone, would you ask about the sour smell of vomit? "
Warusk squinted his eyes and smiled evilly, looking a little more free and easy.
His body grew stronger bit by bit, as if it were inflated, and his shriveled muscles became elastic again.
"Most likely not, but I will probably feel sick."
Bulkessor smiled, and then patted Rorschach unconscious again, who was about to wake up. .
It is not the time for Rorschach to wake up yet.
As for what Volusk left for Thor, Bulcaisel didn't want to know.
"Ha, I think you will like it.
I like Diablo's soul turning into alcohol-flavored nutrients!
By then, you will be one step closer to realizing your dream "
Worusk twisted his neck, and now his face has returned to the way he looked when he was at his best, except that one side of his face was swollen, making him less majestic.
"Seriously, how about you let me slap you again, so that when you see Kanai, you can still say that you have gained weight."
Bulcasso rubbed his eyes, wondering if there was sand in them.
“Let me tell you one more thing, don’t lose the face of the barbarians.
After you sit on the throne, every move you make can represent the barbarians.
We are called barbarians, and we even accept this title ourselves.
But we have civilization, inheritance, knowledge, and everything that a civilization should have.
If you are embarrassed one day, kill all the guys who see your shame!
Then you will still be the perfect immortal king. ”
Worusk walked towards Bulcaisuo. As he walked, his figure gradually turned into a ray of light and rushed into the dark soul stone.
Only one bottle of wine fell into Bulcasso's hands.
"This is the last bottle of my collection. If you want to free Cassius, give it to him.
If he doesn't want it, just drink it.
It’s not that delicious anyway, it’s brewed with Andariel’s paws, and it always smells like feet when I drink it. That's why it was regarded as a reward for the warriors. "
Worusk left his last words, and then disappeared in front of Bulcaisuo!
A flash of light flashed across the dry throne with signs of damage everywhere. The glory has become brand new
From now on, no one will tell Bulcaisel what to do.
Everything about the barbarian must be borne by him alone!
The collection of Volusk has always been small, and is used as a prize to praise heroes. This is the last bottle.
Anyway, if any hero is born among the barbarians later, it should be Bulcaisel who rewards him.
This wine with the smell of feet depends on whether Cassius is willing to enjoy the eternal tranquility.
(End of this chapter)