Chapter 936: Battle according to barbarian customs
On the holy mountain of Harrogas, the celebration is finally about to begin.
This time, it was Bulcaisuo and the first ancestors who stood in the middle of the field.
The two Bulkesso stood here, looking at each other with a little anger in their eyes.
“You guy cut off Gruchak’s arm, which is just the right 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 me, the current Immortal King, will not receive any special treatment, and the same goes for you.
So get ready to be embarrassed in front of the Archangel and the Demon King of Hell! ”
Bulkessor squinted at the first ancestor in front of him.
I only said these words at this time so that the scene would not be too 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 the 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 in their lives.
But things like battle and blood stains have been around 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 your life or death.
The people I care about have already She's dead. Even if I want to find her soul, I can't.
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, then I will follow the requirements of customs.
It's just a martial arts exercise, use all means within the controllable range.
I like this custom. ”
The two swords in the hands of the first generation ancestors followed the rotation of the wrists and drew a cold light in mid-air.
Bulkessor's swords themselves belong to him.
Using your 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 will keep an eye on you.
Of course, the person staring at you is Imprius.
If he wants to save his brother, I am still willing to give my friend a little convenience. ”
Bulkessor did not forget to threaten this guy Barr.
Although he always appears to have no desires and 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 is normal for this guy to have any calculations in his mind, but he has not made any moves yet.
Bulkasso 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 turf.
But you'd better not give me a chance. "
Baal said angrily.
This tone is not surprising, if his voice becomes gentle.
The ancestor spirits present have one Most of them will wonder if they are affected by some ability.
Barr has never been a gentle guy.
Most of his disregard is just part of his indifference.
“Let’s start, then?
I remember that I had announced that the barbarians were going to hold a celebration before.
This time it was just the first performance after the celebration started. .
We can all be busy doing our own thing. "
Herab shook his head and said to himself.
Those who want to watch the two Bulcaisu fight will naturally stay here, and those who are not interested can naturally do so. Arrange your time according to your own wishes.
Whether you are barbecuing and drinking in the surroundings, or you can just find a place to cover your head and sleep.
As long as Israel and I are together. It's enough that Baal is still here.
These two guys probably have no interest in food and drinks either.
"Barr, do you want to drink?"
Isreal raised his head with difficulty and said, dragging his body like a puddle of mud.
His performance still carries 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 Hell Demon knows how to enjoy life. .
Don’t say you forgot about Billie who pretended to be the king.
That guy can be said to be a very representative devil of hell.
Indulging one's 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 eyes of the Nephalem were all different. A boring type who wants to have fun.
Israel suddenly invited Baal for a drink, which was a bit bizarre in the eyes of the Nephalem.
"No mouth. , nor interested.
I just want to know why Bulkesso invited us here.
If he wants this destruction from 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 that this was curiosity.
Obviously Baal is still some distance away from complete and destructive assimilation.
At least his current state can only be said to be extremely indifferent, and he has not completely lost himself.
“Then you just stay.
I’ll go talk to Kalqiu.
The third ancestor hasn’t come back yet, so things like guarding the door have to be left to Kalqiu Do it.
I have to say that the appearance of existences like the Three Ancestors is a very strange thing.
I completely cannot understand the mentality of the first generation ancestors who summoned the three of them.
Look at that bastard, he is still saying that 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 you can be sure that there is absolutely nothing good in this guy’s belly! ”
Hailabo pried open a floor tile, and then took away the box full of wine under the floor tile.
Taking away all the wine was also to prevent his collection from being Others enjoyed it.
Kalqiu is a barbarian who fits the vision of Hyrab.
He is 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 will not show their appreciation for tender emotions.
Only Carl Qiu is different.
Maybe it’s because you couldn’t treat your own people gently when you were alive.
So after his death, he always showed his tenderness without hesitation.
“Let’s get started.”
The first ancestor picked Bulcaisuo with the tip of his knife.
He doesn't like the atmosphere at this time.
Fighting directly is what he wants.
As for how miserable he would be dealt with, he didn't care much.
No one knows what this oldest barbarian is thinking.
No one wants to explore whether this guy has no feelings for the descendants as he said.
None of this matters.
The living will not get to the bottom of things about the dead.
That kind of approach wastes time and makes people feel uncomfortable.
Surviving in the Sanctuary is already very difficult.
So not many people will spend time exploring the past and recording it.
Humanity will not learn from past mistakes anyway,
just let it go.
Over the years, much of the Nephalem's history has been reduced to legend. Only someone like Deckard Cain would put it into writing.
Before Deckard Kane, Kanai did a lot of similar things.
Unfortunately, Kanai's approach did not receive much recognition among the barbarians.
They mostly believe that Kanai will go further if he concentrates on becoming stronger.
"Ha!"
Bulkessor directly let out a war cry.
Then the gravel hammer in his hand directly turned into the Ancestral Hammer.
This time is not a face-saving exchange war.
But Bulkaisuo wanted to seek justice for Gruchak who had his arm cut off!
Show mercy?
There is 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 generation ancestor’s knees have completely sunk into the ground.
In the pure collision of forces, Bulkesso undoubtedly had the upper hand.
"I almost forgot that you are a barbarian from the Buck Tribe.
If I have to say it, the Buck Tribe should be the first tribe of barbarians, right?
At that time I My first child was born, and just when I was naming him, that guy Vasily turned into a stag.
The stag 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, making several wounds on his skin.
“It’s really good. This power is at least much stronger than that of Imprius.
Even the spread of power can hurt me.
But you should also do it well Be mentally prepared.
Skill and strength always go hand in hand, 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 were held forward and backward.
The two heavy weapons were intertwined, like the teeth of an unknown beast.
“Nonsense!”
Bulkasso 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 dual swords of the first ancestor.
But the gap between the two is not big.
And 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 easier to use than a shield.
Faced with this somewhat overly simple attack, it is difficult for the opponent to display many of his exquisite techniques.
As for the heavy hammer, it only goes back and forth a few times anyway.
Smashing vertically, sweeping, diagonally, and crashing...
Anyway, just a few hits are enough.
Faced with such an attack, the first-generation ancestors had no intention of continuing to fight hard.
He made a movement like a crab, and the two knives were intertwined like pliers.
The body was directly lifted up, jumping higher than the hammer's sweeping height.
Then 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 action 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 Bulcasso's kick.
This foot carries the power of an earthquake!
“Bang!”
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 Bulkeso'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 power of the earthquake was still working in his body.
This feeling is absolutely unpleasant, about one-tenth as bad as the previous conflict of authority in Bulcaisuo's body.
“That’s great.”
The first generation ancestor said this sentence with some stiffness in his mouth.
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 that Volusk deliberately went off the mark,
but if it landed on the Holy Mountain, the damage it would cause would 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.
Whether it is Warusk or Burqessor, 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 the barbarians is to fight against each other.
Or fight in groups?"
Isreal 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, when one-on-one cannot take advantage.
Then why not fight in groups?
The battle between the Nephalem and the Burning Hell is for survival. Fighting.
Not for some ridiculous honor.
Not just barbarians, but other Nephalem as well.
If it weren't for that original barbarian there would be no companion here.
I'm afraid the way of fighting won't be one-on-one.
Nephalem are better at cooperative fighting than demons and angels. "
Prius said with 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.
Isreal was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and concentrated on recovering from his injuries.
His injury was not pleasant.
The ventive blow from Bulcaisu had almost shattered the Archangel of Balance.
Then he was hit a few times by Barr.
At this time, if he wants to recover from his injury, it will take some time.
“Angels hate nephalem, and demons hate nephalem.
So, must nephalem die?”
Barr muttered very quietly.
But no one cared what he said.
How could the Nephalem die?
The Nephalem are living so hard, but there is no damn reason.
Demons and angels simply don't like the Nephalem blocking their way.
The root of it all is actually not complicated at all.
(End of this chapter)