Chapter 976 Rathma’s Visit
Bulkeso finally returned to the holy mountain of Harrogas.
He did not wear the Sword of Twilight on 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?"
Bulkessor Said with ridicule to Israel, who was preparing to leave the Elder's Temple.
"Bulkessor, although I shouldn't be angry with such words, I still don't like this way of speaking."
Israel raised his head haggardly and glanced at Bulkesso, and then Then he said weakly.
"I respect the existence of high-level heaven, but I do not respect the archangel. I think you should understand the difference."
Bulkessor shook his head, he did not like Yi This guy Serrell.
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 actually don’t like barbarians much.
"Then I hope we never meet again."
Bulkessor 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.
“The Nephalem are really difficult to deal with.”
Isreal 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 watched Israel disappear.
"So why do you always have to tangle with those guys? Doesn't it make you bored if you don't know it?"
Worusk from the Temple of the Elders He walked out with curiosity on his face.
"Warusk, one must have a few friends, and if those archangels have no ill will towards humans, they are still good friends."
Bulcaisel said in a didactic tone.
"Then how many archangel friends do you have? Or angel friends?"
Warusk asked rhetorically.
Bulkessor: "One."
Warusk: "Then what nonsense are you talking about here."
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.
Bulkessor 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 not at all 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 very good.
"Then I still want to ask you what you were thinking at that time. Forget it, I suddenly don't want to know.
Who knows how you found death, the specific process although I I don’t know, but I think that might be a very disgusting story.”
Bulcaisel waved his hand.
"Actually, it's a little bit disgusting."
Worusk 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.
"Rasma? What is that guy doing in the Holy Mountain of Harrogas?"
Bulkessor 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, did you use the Necromancer to find death?”
Bulcaisuo said as if he was guessing, and Warusk's body suddenly shook.
"You! You guessed wrong~ Haha, did I fool you?"
Worusk walked to his throne and sat directly on it, not lazily at all. There is no trace of the immortal king of barbarians he once was.
"This has nothing to do with me. It's your business. What you want to say will naturally be said."
Bulkessor also sat on his throne. The sitting posture is also not good.
There are no strangers in this place, so being a little casual will not embarrass the barbarians.
"Unfortunately, I just feel that I don't want to talk about this topic at any time."
Worusk bared his teeth, and then lay 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."
Bulkai Suo said.
...
At the gate of the Holy Mountain, Kolik was sitting on the snow. The revenge of the first generation ancestor who framed Madoc was temporarily avenged.
All of a sudden he became a little lazy.
"Kolik, I came 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? Rathma is here!?"
Talik's voice came from far away, and with the voice came Talik himself.
“Ahem, it’s really...
Your Excellency Rasma, what’s the reason for you coming to Harrogas?”
Tarik stopped directly in front of Rasma.
On the surface, he looks like he is leaning sideways to greet Rasma, but you can tell by looking at the hand holding the weapon.
Talik is ready to fight Rasma at any time.
The Necromancer is not evil, but that kind of magic is really uncomfortable.
This is normal. To like life and hate death is the most normal situation for living beings.
"I came here to negotiate a deal with your Immortal King. Of course, it's not the kind that you can't know."
Rasma did not behave in a low-key manner.
As the guy who turned the Necromancer profession into the "Priest of Rathma", Rathma will not bow his head easily.
Although he has made mistakes in many things before, Rasma will not lose confidence because of this.
"Kelik, continue to watch the door howl, I will take Rathma to the Temple of the Elders."
Tarik also teased Kolik by the way, and Kolik just gave Tarik a finger in response. The gatekeeper today is Kerik. This was a decision made by the two of them after guessing.
As for Kahn, because he did not help Tarik and Kolik to beat up the first ancestors before,
Kahn was singled out by Tarik and Kolik. On the other hand, the three ancestors were expelled for one day.
Well, Kahn actually didn’t want to be stupid with these two guys.
Swordmaster Karn is a kind of serious barbarian who doesn't like to play around with his friends.
"Next time I guess the game, I will follow your example and give the opponent an eye-sealing punch first! Then, when the opponent can't see it, I will say that I won."
Kolic scoffed. Tarik shouted from behind.
Talik didn't care and took Rasma directly towards the direction of the Elder's Temple.
“Your relationship is much better than I knew.”
There was a bit of envy in Rasma's eyes.
He once had this kind of feeling. At that time, he was just a Nephalem who was not naturally powerful.
His brothers and sisters felt like this when they got along. They were fighting and fighting but they were very harmonious.
“We have a good relationship, so maybe we haven’t been together long enough? Time can wear away all the good feelings, and it can also keep the past self in the past forever.”
< br>Talik said noncommittally.
"Time is the most terrifying force. Maybe the archangels are not as close as we think?" Rasma sighed.
“I don’t know much about archangels, but I still know one thing.
That is that archangels never fight each other, but this is not the case with nephalem. I don’t know who started it,”
Talik said.
He doesn’t know? That was false. He knew very well that the original fight between the Nephalem was caused by the first generation ancestor, who killed Vasily.
As for whether Rathma was involved or not, Talik didn't care at all.
“Yes, the way the archangels get along is something that the Nephalem cannot understand at all costs,”
Rasma continued talking about this topic, Ming There was no reaction on the face.
"You are really a boring guy. You must be miserable and resentful all day long and you don't have any hobbies, right?"
Talik said in this rude way.
These words were a bit rash.
"I like to attend carnival banquets. You should know that the Necromancer has a set of legends related to banquets."
Rathma's voice did not fluctuate at all, which made Tarik a little uncomfortable. .
As for Ramos’s hobby of attending banquets, Talik had heard a little about it.
"Burning Mardi Gras Ball Costumes?"
Talik stuttered a little and said the name of this suit.
“Yes, I like to stay in an environment where no one cares about each other’s identity.”
Rasma’s tone was a little dazed.
Talik couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. He really didn't expect that this guy Rasma would have such a hobby.
This is no longer a category that can be described as lonely.
"I think if you don't pretend to be unknown to everyone and go to the dance, you might make some good friends."
Talik advised from the bottom of his heart.
"Look into my eyes and say it again?" Rasmana looked at Tarik with eyes colder than the dead and said.
Talik and Rasma just looked at each other for a moment, then turned away with the corners of their mouths curled up.
Looking at Rasma had a big psychological impact. It was not dangerous, but awkward.
That feeling of knowing that the other person is a living person, but it feels like looking at a corpse.
Talik immediately knew why Rasma was withdrawn, although there was a high probability that Rasma would not care that he was withdrawn.
"You win. There is the Temple of the Elders in front of you. Bulcasso has just come back and he is inside."
Talik immediately changed the subject.
These barbarians are quite easy to talk to when there is no need to fight.
Even pretty easy-going.
The only one who was very serious among the barbarians was the deceased old general Qualkek.
Most of the other barbarians are loners, so they don't have the discipline of the old general Qualkek.
"This is Rasma, a guy like you would actually come to the territory of the barbarians."
Just when Rasma and the others were about to set foot in the square, a man with contempt The voice sounded.
Needless to say, only the bastard Hairab spoke in this tone.
The ancestral spirits of the barbarians are already very familiar with each other, and it is no big deal to recognize people by their voices.
They can even know the identity of the person who made the war cry by listening to the war cry, and they can even convey some simple information from the war cry.
Only barbarians have this ability.
“I think that if I appear here as a Nephalem, I should be able to receive courtesy from the barbarians.”
Rasma said expressionlessly.
“Of course, anyone who can walk to the Holy Mountain of Harrogas by himself will be treated with the most basic courtesy. It’s just that I personally don’t like you, so you don’t have to worry about it.”
海Rab said and waved his hand.
Rasma did not comment on this, he knew that people are different.
Just like some people like coriander, and some people can't accept it at all.
He didn't have anything to say about this. After all, Hailab just showed less enthusiasm and didn't even make a disparagement.
"Israel just left, and you came again. I have never seen the barbarian territory so popular before."
Herab used a bit of exaggeration said in a tone of voice.
He was trying out Rasma's intention, at least to know if there was any connection between him and the higher heaven.
“In fact, when the barbarian territory is most popular, angels, demons and Nephalem all gather together to celebrate.”
Rasma said expressionlessly.
"Huh? When?" Hairab's curiosity was aroused by Rasma's words.
"When Tyrael detonated the World Stone, the two demons, the Archangel of Justice, and other Nephalem were watching the battle."
Rathma finished her words. , Hailab's expression became particularly ugly.
The battle on the Holy Mountain of Arreat was nothing to be happy about.
The feud between the barbarians and Tyrael was also forged at that time.
“You damn can’t speak.”
Herab said a little discouraged.
“You seem to be good at talking.”
Rasma responded angrily.
Being teased like this by Hailab, Rasma relaxed a lot.
"I will guard outside the Elders' Temple. If someone can break into the Elders' Temple, it only means that I cannot defeat the intruder."
Hela Bo said, and then directly grabbed Tarik and kept them where they were.
Rasma glanced at Hairab and Tarik, and then walked into the Temple of the Elders.
“Hey, when did you become a gatekeeper at the Temple of the Elders?”
Talik asked Hairab in a low voice.
“It started when I couldn’t speak well of him.”
Herab felt that his words were a bit embarrassing.
The conqueror of Hyrab is always shameless.
(End of this chapter)