Chapter 1111 Volusk's Alternative Plan

On the holy mountain of Harrogas, the immortal Mr. Craig is watching the interaction of the ancestor spirits not far away.

To be honest, he is an outsider. As a monk at this time, of course he will not be willing to get involved in this matter.

Although the barbarians do not show any xenophobic attitudes most of the time, it is nonsense to say that they are willing to share everything they experience with everyone!

What is happening now As a bystander, Craig can of course know what is happening from the conversations between the ancestor spirits.

It’s just that he has no position to intervene!

Even if we don't talk about the length of time he was a Nephalem, just in terms of the years of his life, he is still a junior.

Not even a savage!

Even if he has some thoughts in his mind, it is not suitable to talk about it at this time, especially in front of a group of barbarians who are already in a state of anxiety!

It’s just that someone has to step in!

"well……"

A sigh!

Although the voice was not considered old, there was a strong sadness in the sigh that could not be resolved.

Of course Craig knew where that sound was coming from!

His body is the source of the sound, and his soul can feel the power of this sigh!

After becoming a monk, Craig has been able to clearly feel the power in his soul!

That immortality that comes with life itself has always left Craig in awe over time.

"Krasim? I thought your soul had completely merged with mine."

Craig's voice was exceptionally calm, as if he had anticipated all this without any disturbance.

"Everything about me as a monk has been passed on to you, but I didn't expect that my soul was also dyed with the color of a barbarian."

Karasim's voice sounded again, and his figure reappeared in the world in a manner similar to the spirit of the ancestors.

"I don't know exactly what Bulkesso is thinking, but it seems that my presence will help him solve the trouble at this time."

Karasim flicked the rosary hanging on his chest casually.

His eyes were calm, but anger could be seen faintly flickering.

"I think there's a huge difference between who you are now and who I knew you to be."

Craig said slowly while looking at the existence in front of him that brought him new life.

A monk is not incapable of anger, but he does not contain anger deep in his soul.

This is the characteristic of barbarians, and it is also the core of what distinguishes the nephalem profession from each other.

"I don't know whether I am a monk or a barbarian now, but fortunately I don't have too many responsibilities.

Perhaps from the beginning Bul-Katho did not do this so that I could help the Nephalem continue fighting after I died in battle.

This seemed to be the reason he needed. "

Karasim raised his eyes and looked at the ancestor spirits not far away.

And the ancestor spirits are now looking at him with dumbfounded eyes!

The ancestral spirits on the Holy Mountain can all communicate with the essence of the power of the Holy Mountain. The difference is just more or less.

But they could still clearly feel the reappearance of a soul in the Holy Mountain.

And the fact that a soul revived in the Holy Mountain was not the reason why they were stunned.

They all thought that they could not be the only ancestor spirits appearing here in the Holy Mountain, but they never thought that the ancestor spirit that reappeared was actually Karasim!

This guy is a monk!

"Hey, hey, hey! What's going on!?" Banal grabbed Andakulgas' neck and shouted: "I thought it was Leiko! How could it be a monk!"

Andakulgas knocked off Banal's hand that was holding his neck, and then his eyes widened angrily!

"You ask me? I want to know too!"

Andakulgas shouted back with a louder voice!

"I also thought it was Leiko. After all, Leiko's legendary armor just transformed into rare equipment. I thought there were fragments of Leiko's soul in the holy mountain."

Warusk's expression was particularly strange, as if he couldn't laugh or cry.

"Perhaps there are indeed traces of Leiko in the Holy Mountain, but when her legendary equipment degrades, we should know that she can no longer come back."

Kotur sighed.

He was the first to recover from his shock.

He didn't have much opinion about Karashim, and he didn't care much about this matter.

On the contrary, I am still worried about the disappearance of Leiko!

"So Karashim is Bulcaisu's back-up. I think since he has left a back-up, then the method you used to deal with Andakulgas, Warusk, should not be effective against Karashim."

Calga said gloatingly.

The authority that Volusk has to control the power of the Holy Mountain is something that is difficult to resist for the ancestor spirits present.

Anda Kurgas directly tasted the effect of this ability.

It's just that since Bulcaisuo has left a back-up, he won't be able to deal with even this kind of thing.

Otherwise, the appearance of Karashim would be a complete joke.

"Vorusk, as the former Immortal King, does not have the strength to fight, which means that the only guy who can help him resist Karashim at this time is..."

Andakulgas placed his gaze on Kol's face.

He also looked like he was going to watch the show.

Karasim is a strong man who can act with guys like Bul-Kathos and Li Min, although his strength may have deteriorated due to his death in battle.

But it won't be too different!

When Bul-Kathos and his friends were adventuring, Karashim's position in the team was still higher than Sonya and Johanna.

Although this position is not entirely based on combat power.

But no one present would think that Karashim is a weakling.

Karashim can beat legendary demons into a pulp with a pair of iron fists.

More importantly, Karashim is versatile enough as a monk!

His situation among monks is similar to Nazebo's situation among witch doctors.

Although Karashim is best at boxing, he is also the one who can adapt to all the fighting methods of legendary monks.

If it weren't for the fact that Kharazim didn't have the ancient temperament of Nazeebo, other Nephalem would have doubted whether Kharazim was the reincarnation of the original monk...

"Kol, I suggest you experience Koltur's punishment at this time.

Or let me compete with you. It's absolutely terrible for you to face Kharazim now.

Unless you, Volusk, intend to let Kool's soul carry the power he can't bear."

Karju looked at the weak Volusk with a somewhat hideous smile.

The aggressive look was as irritable as if he was thinking about where to start.

"Huh?"

Kol tightened the Fury of Hidden Peak in his hand, then turned around and planned to walk towards Kharazim.

"Are you a little anxious?"

Vorusk finally spoke, and his words seemed to be full of strong confidence.

"Why do you think Bul-Kathos will also give Karashim enough power to fight us?

This is the Holy Mountain of Harrogath. There is no reason for the barbarians to directly provide power to a monk."

Vorusk spoke slowly.

This remark frightened the other ancestors, and they exchanged glances.

"Why not give it a try? Anyway, compared to what you said, I would rather trust Bul-Kathos unconditionally.

As for what you originally intended to convince us, I am not interested in it now."

Kalga narrowed his eyes and said tentatively.

Before Karashim appeared, they actually wavered.

After all, listening to Volusk's plan did not seem to be a very dangerous thing.

It's just that now they have other options, so they will naturally have new ideas.

Compared to Volusk, who stayed in the Elder Temple without saying a word most of the time in the past years, they are more willing to believe in Bul-Kathos who rebuilt the Holy Mountain and worked hard for the Nephalem.

"Vorusk, I must say that my power does not come from the Barbarians' Holy Mountain.

The Barbarians' Holy Mountain just used the blood connection between me and Bul-Kathos to restore the integrity of my soul.

Of course, there are still many things that need to be described in detail, but I think you probably don't care.

It's just that I am a monk, and my power comes from the gods and the Glory of Ita."

Karasim said silently.

Karasim's words made Volusk silent for a rare moment.

The power of the monk is called inner force, which is something found from the depths of the body and soul!

Although it is somewhat similar to the anger of the barbarians, both are powers obtained from the inside out.

But the roots are not the same thing!

Anger comes from the authority of the first generation of ancestors about anger.

And inner force...this thing, according to the monk's description, is something that is produced by wisdom and body.

It comes more from the belief in oneself!

The gods are not just gods, but also the monks themselves!

"Well, the situation is much worse than I thought, but I have to try it."

Vorusk sighed.

He is not the type who will give up directly when facing difficulties.

At least he would not give up easily before Bul-Kathos stood in front of him.

The barbarians must respect the authority of the Immortal King, and he can only take action when Bul-Kathos is not there!

"I know that even if I break your soul here to the point where it needs to be repaired in the Holy Mountain, it will not change your mind.

But I am not here to beat you up. I am a little curious about what Bul-Kathos wants me to do at this time."

Karasim said to Volusk expressionlessly.

To be honest, Karasim actually did not want to get involved in the affairs of the barbarians from the bottom of his heart.

But compared to Volusk, who existed in legends for him, he still trusted Bul-Kathos as a partner more!

Although he still had no idea what he was going to do, it did not prevent him from trying to stop Volusk's behavior first.

"So are you interested in listening to my plan?"

Volusk said with a smile on his lips.

If you ignore his weak temperament at this time, Volusk is actually a very handsome type among the barbarians.

"Sorry, I'm not interested. Even if you are about to tell me your plan, I will shut you up."

Karasim firmly rejected Volusk's proposal.

"Are you determined to let Burkasso come to communicate with me in person?"

Warusk's smile grew a little brighter.

"Admittedly, for me, this is the best approach! Obviously other ancestor spirits agree with me."

Karasim gave the answer seriously.

At this time, except for Kor, who stood firmly on Volusk's side, all the ancestors had smiles on their faces.

"We don't have much time. Maybe it would be a better choice to let Hailab and the others talk to you."

Warusk said slowly.

"You've held back Hairab and the others! Now you're asking them to convince us?"

Calga's tone was particularly weird, and he felt like he was planning to rush up and punch Warusk in the face at any time.

"The time is almost up, you wouldn't think that I only have one plan after waiting for such a long time for an opportunity, right?

Especially the plan presented before you has a high possibility of failure. "

Warusk stood up straight. Even though he was very weak at this time, he could still feel the firm temperament from his body!

“If the first ancestors are the origin of barbarians and Bulcaisuo is the hope of barbarians, then what do you think makes me a barbarian?

I don’t expect you to give me a satisfactory answer, so I will tell you directly here!

I am the backing of the barbarians! "

Warusk's weak body suddenly swelled up as if it had been infused with power!

“I can do most of the things that Burquetso can do.

And the most important point is, when do I need to stand in front of me as a backup? "

The moment Warusk said these words, he had already shown the anger of the berserker!

Bulkatho's horns were pointing forward like spikes, while the first ancestor's berserker's fury was pointed straight at the sky!

The horns of Volusk are like the argali, with the middle part of the horn as the most forward part!

And the sharp corners stick out from under the ears!

Warusk's size expanded directly to four meters away at this time, and this was obviously not all his strength!

"You who can use the power of the Holy Mountain will not be without the ability to fight when you stand on the Holy Mountain.

Just using force may not be the best option for you. "

Kalju blocked the Storm Shield in front of him, seemingly planning to charge at any time!

Even though he knew that he might lose strength on the way to charge, just like Anda Kurgas.

But Kalju had no intention of backing down!

But someone moved faster than him!

This person is not Karasim. Karasim has already said that when Volusk gives his "reason", it is time for him to take action!

But Banal!

"Ouch!"

Banal let out a strange cry like a beast's roar! Then he also directly entered the stance of the rage of the berserker!

In the blink of an eye, Banal expanded to three meters away.

His horns are a little weird, stretching out from under his cheeks like the tusks of a mammoth!

For the average Nephalem, this is huge enough, but to Volusk at this time, Banar is like a child who has not grown up!

“I’ve been looking forward to this gesture for so long!

Although my first real opponent in this posture is the second Immortal King, which makes me a little dissatisfied! "

Banal roared loudly, and then in the blink of an eye he had surpassed Kalju and arrived directly in front of Volusk.

"So the guys from the Tagus tribe are all crazy."

Volusk Sigher stretched out his hands and directly grasped the horns on Banal's forehead!

Then with a strong push of both arms, Banal was directly pushed to the ground!

It was like a strong man pushing the buffalo directly to the ground!

"That's why I convinced Hellab and Cassius first. Your power is only anger. I'm really curious why you took this path."

Warusk subdued Banal effortlessly before speaking slowly.

And Karasim was ready to make a move!