Chapter 879 The beginning of the celebration must be cheerful!
On the holy mountain of Harrogas, Bulcaisuo has stood up.
He and the first generation ancestors were walking towards the entrance of the Elders' Temple.
There are the highest steps on the Holy Mountain...
Yes, among the barbarians they don't even have a high platform for speaking.
But this is not that important. What is important is that they are about to ring the bell for the celebration!
“Prius, now that you are here, don’t hide.
The Holy Mountain welcomes the brave.
And you are courage, and at this time, you finally have courage. The last bit of the Archangel's scent faded away."
Bulkeso glanced in the air.
Only then did everyone notice that the setting sun had not moved for a long, long time.
Of course it’s not the sunset, it’s the Prius!
"I'm afraid that the news I will tell you later will cause me to get beaten up.
But since you invited me, of course I have to come."
Because The figure of the Prius is getting closer and closer.
The brilliance on him became increasingly dim.
By the time Imprius's feet set foot on the ground, he was no different from an ordinary person.
"The aura on your body is fear?
Just like the boy brought by Matthew.
You will not know anything about it. Contaminated by the source of fear
Tell me, where is Diavolo?
And when do you want me to leave. "
Bulkessor looked at Imperius standing in front of him.
His expression was very calm.
It was as if what he was asking was not the most terrifying demon.
"I helped him master the key to the end of the world.
But believe me, what the high-level heavens want is not to destroy the world.
It is not to go among the crowd in the face of the crisis of world destruction. Harvest faith.
I was just forcing Malthael to make a choice.”
Prius told a little bit about what he had done.
As for the more detailed content, he still needs to brew it.
It wasn't that he was afraid of the result that he might be beaten.
I just want to find a way to say something that will not easily anger the barbarians.
Help Diavolo can be considered a provocation to the barbarians.
“Destroying the most important authority?
That's really great.
Are you going to ask me to stop this sudden celebration?
Then let me see what kind of strength Diavolo has at this time?
Or maybe you can’t wait to see me become whole again?
Then take away my courage and magnify my fear?
Trying to make me give in? ”
Bulkessor’s words seemed to be ridiculing.
But the expressionless look on his face made no one think that his words were just a joke.
"Of course not.
After you deal with Diavolo, there is no need to let your fear sleep.
Although this means I can also influence your mind.
But you should at least trust your friends. "
Because Prius said without any worries.
Because Prius can't lie.
At most, he can only conceal a little information.
But when facing friends, Prius's arrogance makes him never hurt his friends.
“Then let’s wait until our celebration is over.
I think Auriel should be looking forward to the ringing of the bell transformed into a war cry now.
Mathael It’s already here, I can feel it.”
There was a bit of sarcasm on Bulcaisel’s face.
His sarcasm was directed at Malthael.
Bulkessor knew very well the order in which Malthael did things.
Before he solves the Burning Hell, he will never regard the Nephalem as his first target.
Because there is not much need to do so.
But to say that Malthael would be kind to the Nephalem would be an outright lie.
Who would speak kindly to their second most important enemy? Just because the other party is not your first target?
Some people may do this, but not Malthael!
He is an archangel.
The most typical and clearest kind of aloof archangel.
There is no friendship at all between Malthael and the Nephalem!
"I thought you would chop off Malthael's head immediately.
It seems that you are still very calm."
Prius smiled.
Then he took out a bottle of cheap liquor bought from a convenience store at the corner of the street and threw it to Bulkesso.
Because the Prius is a little short of money now...
Although not to the extent that I can take advantage of my lack of need for rest and work full time.
But now he has to work three jobs a day...
In addition, he also has to deal with matters belonging to the Archangel of Courage.
He is already very busy.
This bottle of wine is completely a social point for Impris...
It's not even necessary.
“It’s really your style.
As an Archangel of Courage, you must abide by the iron laws of higher heaven.
As a human being, you must live a good life. ”
There was no sarcasm in Bulcasso’s smile.
A little more admiration.
There are not many people in this world who can exist like Imprius.
“The Archangel of Courage is my past.
Because the Prius is my present.
As for my future, it depends on what path the world will eventually take. ”
Because Prius smiled heartily.
That face, which is not outstanding, is very sincere.
“For our friendship.”
Bulkasso said and threw his best aged wine to Imperius.
“Could it be that it’s been so long since you learned how to drink?”
Bulqueso's words were completely a joke between friends.
Although the ancestors present still have a bad impression of the Prius.
But after all, he didn’t say anything at this time.
The Holy Mountain is the home of the barbarians.
As a parent, the Immortal King invites his friends to his home, but they cannot drive each other out.
Besides, the person who came here was not an archangel, but just because of the Prius.
“I’ve learned a little bit.
But I still don’t like it very much.
I prefer fruit juice to spirits.”
Because of the Prius, the smile is even brighter.
Then the two people raised the wine in their hands and gestured from the distance.
Then he opened the bottle and started drinking.
The first generation ancestor stood aside and looked at Iprius quietly.
He is no stranger to the Archangel of Courage.
“Isn’t this my nephew?
Now that I am alone, should you call me uncle?
Of course, even if I am still an archangel, you should still call me Uncle Imprius. "
Because Prius didn't show any expression after drinking.
He turned directly to the first generation ancestor and said.
"I have said it a long time ago, the first generation ancestor should Changed name. ”
Hailab murmured quietly.
The first ancestor and Bulcaisel used the exact same name.
If he really called Uncle Imprius at this time, it would make Bulcasso a little embarrassed.
“Indeed, I should call you uncle.
But are you really sure you want me to call you this?
If I have to count from this side, then I have to call Uncle Barr.
You will become Barr's junior.
Perhaps Burning Hell will treat this matter as some kind of fun and it has been circulating in this world for thousands of years. "
The words of the first ancestor made Imprius unable to continue this topic...
Lilith is nominally the daughter of Mephisto...
It would be really embarrassing to discuss seniority. But for the real Diablo, this seems a little more embarrassing...
"I am my own third uncle"?
But there is a high probability that he will not care about this kind of thing.
“That’s it for this topic.
I'm not here to listen to you sort out your family relationships. "
The corner of Bulcaisuo's mouth twitched.
The reunion of friends, who were originally good friends, suddenly became strange.
"By the way, we are here. Start the celebration.
Well Bulcaisso, let’s begin.
Although Volusk is still in the Holy Mountain, he can still do it with a war cry, right? "
The first ancestor said.
Then he felt that the sole of his foot was stabbed by a wave of energy...
Obviously Volusk was using this
"The third ancestor is not here, so I will be a guest host?" ”
Herab asked.
Then a big hand covered his mouth.
This hand belongs to Cassius.
“You are older than us.
But it’s not like you are not the same generation as you.
As long as you have the choice, I will never let you be a key figure. ”
Cassius’s tone was full of threats.
Calgar in the distance squeezed away Olongus beside him, and walked step by step to the two immortals. The king is one level below.
There seems to be a flag flying again on the bare flagpole in his hand.
"The original ancestor, the original Bulcaisuo!
The founder of the barbarians, the source of all barbarian bloodlines!
The inheritor of casting authority and the imparter of casting knowledge.
Enemies of angels and demons!
One of the origins of the Nephalem!
The source of the angry bloodline!
The bearer of wrathful authority!
Those who betray their parents! "
Calgar shouted loudly the simplified experience of the first generation ancestors...
If there were not the last sentence "people who betrayed their parents",
the faces of the first generation ancestors Maybe with a little pride!
"Ha!"
War cry!
The first generation ancestor stood on a high place and shouted a war cry to the sky!
Except for barbarians, only the strong can listen to this war cry!
The holy mountain is constantly trembling, as if the power of countless barbarian souls accumulated in it is echoing his war cry!
Above the Holy Mountain, a layer of red halo is now shrouded!
This is the feedback of the angry authority hidden in the blood of the barbarians!
At this time, the barbarians on the holy mountain all felt the angry power stirring in their bodies!
This is the benefit given by the first generation ancestors!
Feeling the source of anger in their blood can make it easier for them to understand how to use the power of anger.
It's just that all the barbarians can hear a hint of embarrassment in this war cry...
Obviously, the phrase "a person who betrays his parents" still has an impact on the first generation ancestors.
Hailabo, whose mouth was covered, laughed.
Although his laughter was blocked by Cassius's big hand, he could only make bursts of whimpers, just like hiccups...
Hiccups, commonly known as hiccups...
"Herab, if you spit on my hand.
I will stuff my fist into your mouth in a moment!"
Cassius threatened with dissatisfaction. .
Vanguard General Calgar showed no expression at all...
He was just telling the truth.
"The successor of the Immortal King!
Great Elder Kanai's best friend!
To the rebel of death!
The man who shows strength with an iron fist and looks like a fool!
The creator of the brutal majesty of the legendary immortal king!
Those who are addicted to beauty!
The immortal king achieved in death!
Warusk! ”
Karga did not give others much time to react.
Then he shouted the words on behalf of Warusk...
"Xia!"
A war cry that could not find its source sounded again.
The red halo above the holy mountain now transformed into the form of flame!
A burst of contempt and reluctance towards death faintly spread from this war cry!
The savages who are still alive feel that something seems to be distancing themselves from themselves.
The dead ancestor spirits felt death and retreated slightly!
This is a gift from the second Immortal King!
Let the warriors slightly distance themselves from death during the battle!
No one knows how effective this is.
Perhaps it is just some insignificant vitality appearing in the desperate battle that leads to 100% death.
But it is already precious enough!
It’s just that the barbarians can hear the shame in this war cry...
Obviously, Warusk is not very satisfied with the lines that Calgar said on his behalf.
The Ancestral Spirits laughed completely at this...
Of course they knew that Volusk was not a lecherous person...
But this is the most widely circulated part of his legend from the outside world...
Except for barbarians, not many people care about the life of an immortal king.
On the contrary, I will be very interested in the tidbits about the Immortal King of the Barbarians...
Who knows how much has been arranged in the process of this rumor becoming a legend that can represent Volusk? Second-rate.
But Volusk’s lust seems to have become the biggest label given to him by the outside world.
And cruelty is the second clearest label...
Who made Volusk like to use his gauntlet to hammer the enemy's face...
The power of the Holy Mountain continues to exist. Turbulent.
The faces of the ancestors' spirits looked a bit like watching the excitement.
This is the first time that Volusk has replaced Kanai to sort out the power of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.
Even if something unexpected happens, it doesn't matter.
There are three Immortal Kings in Harrogath now!
Whether it is the first ancestor or Bulcaisuo, as long as they are willing to intervene.
Then none of this is a problem.
The opportunity to see Volusk's jokes is extremely rare.
All the ancestors are paying attention to the changes in the Holy Mountain.
They seem to be eager for something to go wrong in this process, so that they can use it to tease Volusk after dinner.
They respect the second generation Immortal King who made sacrifices for the barbarians.
But they also don’t like fools who challenge death without giving any explanation!
"Karga, if you program me.
I will do it.
They are dead, but I am alive.
And Harrogath is my holy mountain! ”
Bulkeso squinted at Calga, who was about to speak.
Calga’s expression froze slightly.
Then he nodded solemnly and seriously to Bulcaisuo.
“I knew that Bulcaisel just didn’t seem to care about his reputation.”
Herab just pulled Cassius’s hand away from his mouth.
Open your mouth and say these words.
Of course after these words were spoken, he could clearly feel the arm that had just covered his mouth before being restrained around his neck.
And the power is getting stronger...
"If you want to be beaten, don't take me with you!"
Cassius's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
Herab tilted his head and saw Bulcasso's "kind" eyes...
At this moment, he remembered how much effort Bulcasso had made to change his name. .
At that time, Bulcaisel had to hit sandbags in front of him every day. He was at the scene, and he was the sandbag...
"Well, you continue."
Hela Bo forcefully broke the arm around his neck.
Finally got myself a little space for him to speak.
Then he said with a little flattering smile...
The surrounding ancestor spirits burst into laughter.
Why should the celebration be so serious?
The Immortal King personally came out to set the pace.
Then it is enough for everyone to be happy!
Enjoy the joy in the moment.
Then fight the devil wantonly on the battlefield!
In the middle of a fight, you should use your battle cry to cover up your cry of pain when you are injured!
Then return to the Holy Mountain with a smile on your face!
This is the barbarian.
(End of this chapter)