Bulkesso was now alone.
The feeling of being alone may not be as bad as you imagine, but only the person who is lonely knows how he feels.
Sometimes even the person who is experiencing loneliness cannot figure out what he is thinking.
After bidding farewell to Hyrab, Bulcaisu lay down on the ground of the Elders' Temple very casually.
Now there will not be a Volusk who curses and says that he does not act like a barbarian immortal king.
There are only three immortal kings of the barbarians.
And the first two don't look very similar. Perhaps the only thing they have in common as immortal kings is that they are powerful enough.
"Death, are you still there?"
There was a rare hint of exhaustion in Bulkeso's voice.
"I'm still here, but now I'm more interested in the monks outside."
Death emerged from the shadows, his face hidden beneath robes and hood.
Bulkasso was not curious about what death looked like now. He just closed his eyes and lay quietly on the ground.
“Monk?
I have said it before, I am hesitant about how to deal with you.
It might also be a good idea to forge you into a prop that can carry the gods. ”
Bulcaisel said this in a voice without any fluctuations.
Bulkessor was particularly hesitant about death.
“As long as I exist, I can be a means for you to face the archangel named Tyrell, right?
As for whether I still have thoughts, in fact, none of you have It’s better not to care too much.”
Death is still standing far away, showing no intention of getting closer.
It wasn't that she was afraid that if she got close to Bulcasso, she would be caught and forged in front of the furnace.
She just doesn't want to get close.
"You don't seem to have any attachment to your continued existence. Isn't there any part of the long time you have experienced that belongs to you?"
Bulkess is like Said as if chatting.
He has temporarily given up the idea of forging death into a carrier of the gods.
"Of course not, I seem to have said it before.
At this time, I have two consciousnesses, and I didn't show the two of myself arguing in front of you. That's just because the two of me have reached a consensus. .”
The sound of death is not loud.
Although she is good at arriving unexpectedly in any situation, she never seems to be in a hurry.
“This is not particularly good news, but it doesn’t matter.”
Bulkesso said very perfunctorily.
He pulled out the Volusk in his left hand and placed it directly on the ground.
"Warusk should be the Nephalem closest to mastering death. Maybe he can provide you with some help."
Bulkessor's tone suddenly became serious.
“Are you going to lend me this legend?
Or are you not planning to face the direct pressure from the archangel Tyrell? "
The sound of death was a bit more unexpected.
"Your existence is necessary, but I am not the only living person in Harrogas now.
I need to be responsible for other people's lives.
Death, or Ashira, if you leave with Warusk, it will be enough to ensure your own safety.
I'm sure of this! ”
Bulkessor’s tone became intolerant of rejection.
Although it did not mean anger or rudeness, it was firm like a hammer beside a forge!< br>
“You just don’t want the fighting to break out in Harrogath?
The connection between the legendary equipment in your hands and the person who actually owns it is extremely close, isn't it? ”
Death is somewhat contemptuous.
"You guys have self-aware rules, and to be honest, it makes people feel very uneasy."
Bulkessor said.
He covered his eyes with his free hand, and the tiredness in his voice became stronger and stronger.
“I don’t quite understand your idea. It’s probably like you can’t trace the memories before you were born after you were born.
Only when 'I' have the concept of 'I' can I communicate with you.
Or in your world, are there other ways to communicate without the authority of one's own will? "
Death said.
Bulkessor waved his hand and lit the torch in the Elder's Temple with anger.
The fire was not bright, but the dim brilliance But the half body of death appeared in sight.
But her face was still in shadow, as if it was a mask she put on of her own initiative.
“These things have no meaning. The archangels will take action faster than everyone thinks.
And the Burning Hell will never sit still and wait for death.
< br>Although I don’t know what other power the Burning Hell has that can affect all of this, that feeling lingers in my heart.”
Bulkessor said very casually.
Death can be used to contain Tyrael at this time. Not only the Nephalem and the Archangels know this!
Baal has already met Tyrell who became the Archangel of Death, so he can naturally think of this.
What Death has to do at this time is to become a bait as Bulkesso needs!
It doesn’t matter whether the one who takes the bait first is an archangel or a demon.
“Your current strength should be able to directly sweep away the Archangels and Demon Gods.”
Death said.
“That’s my business, you don’t need to know too much.”
Bulkessor said.
Because there was a rough hand blocking Bulcasso's face, Death could not see Bulcasso's expression at this time.
But this does not prevent Death from guessing Bulcasso's current expression.
It was probably a hesitant but determined expression.
“Your body cannot bear your growing authority?
Your first generation ancestor seemed to be expressing this meaning before?
What else did he seem to provide you? Help?"
Death said inquiringly.
No one likes an inquiring guy in a production situation.
But Bulcasso did not make any response.
“I’ll leave now.
By the way, I will still leave you a hand bone.
Although I may not be able to use it with good luck this time This way to escape again
But at least there is hope. ”
After Death finished speaking, his pale hand bones fell to the ground, and the next moment Death’s figure disappeared from the place.
Also disappeared with the transformation of Warusk. That legend!
“It’s harder than you think to trust others, especially trying to trust you, the embodiment of authority. ”
Bulkeso said.
Although he didn't know if death could hear his words.
But Bulkesso didn’t care much about it.
Some words are not said just to be heard.
……
Cassius was taking a walk at this time.
In other words, he was looking for Banal's figure in the mountains behind Harrogas.
He also had some things to confirm, so he came to this place alone.
They were the only three ancestral spirits that were transformed into monsters by Volusk before.
Some changes have taken place in Hailab, but Cassius is more concerned about whether there are any changes in Banal.
It would be a good thing if Hellab could reach the level of Leiko and Gruchak.
But Cassius could not let nature take its course. The change should be a mixed blessing for the Nephalem!
Some nephalem have changed beyond their original level.
But there are also nephalem who don't know if they made the wrong string during this process, and then they turned into demons.
Although this is only a possibility, it really makes Cassius have to care.
Balnaar always acted crazy, but that was when he got sidetracked in exploring the rage stance of the berserker.
Before he turned into that crazy berserker, Barnard was a barbarian known for his wisdom...
A barbarian with a love for life and compassion... Although this feels A little strange, but it's true.
"Barnar, if you don't come out to see me, I will kill your dog!"
Cassius whispered.
He knew that Banal would be able to hear it.
The reason why he couldn't find Banal for a long time is not that he didn't look for it attentively, or that Banal wasn't here!
It’s just that Banal didn’t want to meet him!
Using threats to achieve one's goals is a bit despicable and may even anger Banal.
But facing an angry berserker is better than not seeing him at all.
"If you are here to fight with me."
Banar's unique accent sounded from behind a big tree.
After Cassius walked over, he found that Banal was doing some carpentry work.
“How did you do it?”
Cassius asked in surprise.
"You mean to build a dog house?
Bulkesser is a good blacksmith, is it strange that I am a good carpenter?"
Barnar said without raising his head. arrive.
"I mean how did you manage to be in this position but I couldn't find you before!"
Cassius's tone was a little more serious.
But Banal didn't seem to hear it, he was just chopping wood with an ax that looked like he picked it up casually.
“You don’t want everything you do to be in vain, right?”
Cassius had to communicate in a threatening way again.
“Hailabo said before that he planned to reorganize the elders, but you still don’t understand what is going on now?”
Barnar sighed and put the wooden board in his hand. aside.
At his feet is a half-built kennel, which looks like it was made with great care.
"Do you know the magic of those elders?
I have never heard of this in the past."
Cassius frowned asked.
“You expect a mad warrior who has lost his mind in rage to tell you that I can do magic?
No kidding, I still have memories of what I experienced before, but I have to tell you!
In that situation, it was very difficult for me to communicate normally.
I don’t know if this is because I have completely mastered the stance of the Berserker’s Wrath, or because of Warusk’s gift.
But the result is that I am a little different from the me in your impression. "
Barnar looked directly into Cassius's eyes and said.
"So are you stronger or weaker now?"
Cassius changed the question.
A berserker who is so violent that he completely ignores danger and injuries is different from a Barnal who is rational and can use magic.
What Cassius is more concerned about is whether Banal is stronger or weaker now than before.
Although the situation at this time is much better than that in Sanctuary, they are not so arrogant that they think that the Burning Hell is no longer a threat!
"I thought you would ask other questions.
As for this question, it depends on what you want me to do.
If it is like the defense of Arreat back then, In that case, the role I could play was more than ten times stronger than before.
But if you think about my ability to fight on the battlefield, it should barely be considered weak. "< br>
After speaking, Banal turned his head again, and then brought a piece of unprocessed log.
He plans to continue building a kennel for his dog.
Even Huskies are very well-behaved if they have enough activity.
Huskies are a type of working dog, and Barnard is very good at dealing with these small animals.
After all, the minds of animals are much simpler than those of humans, and there is no need to think too much about what is available and what is not.
“So you support the reestablishment of the elders?”
Cassius asked.
He stroked his beard.
"This is not a simple matter. The reason why the elders have the word "tuan" is that there are not only one or two elders in it.
But now How many living savages can you name?"
Banal burst out laughing when he said this.
This question does seem very ridiculous.
“Although time is not as valuable to us as archangels and demons, we are not unable to accept the time of decades and generations.”
Ka Hughes said.
That’s what he thought.
Rebuilding the civilization of the barbarians is certainly not something that can be completed in a few years!
The barbarians are not a kingdom like Khanduras. As long as there is a sufficient population, the reconstruction is completed.
"But do you think Bulcaisel is the one who plans to spend decades or hundreds of years doing this?
It doesn't matter if you lied to me, but you'd better not lie to yourself."
Barnar sneered.
Cassius was silent.
He knew that Banal was right.
Although Bulkesso is more patient than someone who can only live a hundred years because his lifespan is not limited.
But Burcasso obviously doesn’t take time seriously either!
He couldn't have spent decades planning it just for an opportunity.
There is only one way for Bulcasso to do this, and that is to seize every opportunity now!
He can't wait a hundred years!
"So Hellab is covering for Bulcasso?
But why?"
Cassius asked.
"What's the reason?
Helabo has always been the Immortal King's best helper.
This has nothing to do with whether he is an elder or not.
Furthermore, Bull Kelso should relax a little."
Barnar put down the ax in his hand, then picked up a dagger and began to repair the wood in his hand.
He has completed the preliminary processing of the logs and now wants to get a few boards out.
"The Nephalem can be said to never tire."
Cassius said mockingly.
“Yes, but are any of you as busy as Bulkeso all the time?
From one secret realm to another secret realm, rushing from a demon-infested battlefield On to the next demon-infested battlefield
Rescue hostages from one dungeon before rushing to the next.
Then you have to keep swinging the hammer at the furnace! ? "
Barnar also laughed!
"Cassius, admit it.
Although we can all keep fighting without losing our will.
But none of us have done what Bulkesso did. "
Barnar said without raising his head.