$120 Maddock's Caution

"Anda, what exactly have you experienced?"

Madoc looked seriously at Anda Kurgas, who had just returned to the Holy Mountain.

Originally, he just wanted to come and complain to Anda about the regret of not being able to participate in the battle, and have a fight with Anda to relieve his boredom, but he keenly felt something was wrong from Anda's body.

The aura that once belonged to Barr appeared vaguely on Anda Kurgas' body!

Even though Anda himself died under Baal's power, this aura shouldn't reappear in this situation!

That power is called destruction!

Although Madoc lost his identity as a prophet after his death, he was still very familiar with the auras of those hell demons.

Although the aura coming from Anda's body was so weak that it was difficult to confirm, Madoc couldn't convince himself that it didn't happen.

Madoc, who had guarded the gate of the Holy Mountain for hundreds of years, could not forget the aura of Baal.

"Madoc, I just saw a demon who can use dreams. What kind of nightmare is it called?"

Anda waved the weapon in his hand and said carelessly.

Andakulgas, who was simply a warrior and tribal leader, could not understand what Madok, who was once a prophet, felt.

"I just saw Barr's appearance in my dream. Is there any problem?"

Andakulgas didn't care much about this, but out of respect for Madoc, he still tried hard to recall the experience at that time.

"I looked at it like it was a still scene. There is no problem. Those bastards in hell wanted to kneel down when they saw Barr's appearance."

"I always felt like something was wrong."

Madoc looked doubtful.

"I have to tell Bulcaisel this. If Baal's aura really appears in this world, it won't end so easily."

Madoc still felt uneasy.

"It's best to leave this kind of matter to Burquesso. It just so happens that this guy seems to have nothing to do recently."

Anda nodded, agreeing with Madoc's statement.

Their ancestors have died long ago, and now they are just appearing as souls on the holy mountain of Harrogath to maintain their existence.

But based on Barr's words, even if he didn't tell Bulcaisel, it wouldn't cause any big trouble.

After all, the seven-in-one great demon Diavolo had his head chopped off by Bulcasso. Just a Baal didn't seem to be a big trouble.

It's just that before Bulcaisel deals with Barr again, it's unknown how many people will die for it. Barbarians are still responsible, and they will not leave the risks they bring to others.

"Who made him the next immortal king?"

"He hasn't inherited this title yet! When will the barbarians have a third immortal king?"

Anda said casually with some dissatisfaction. Originally, after Sescheron completed the reconstruction, Bulcaisuo would become the new immortal king, but no one expected that Malthael would suddenly appear in Harrogath. .

Madoc waved his hand as if he was not going to continue talking about this topic. He made a decision, and then called Bulcasso's name.

A blue portal appeared, and Bulcaisuo stepped onto the holy mountain with just one step.

"Madoc, what do you want?"

Bulcasso was waving a book that was a little too small for him, and there was no emotion in his deep voice.

After hearing Madoc's call, he rushed over immediately.

These ancestors would only call his name when they felt it was necessary, otherwise they would have to wait until Bulkesso paid attention to him before he discovered it.

"Did you feel Barr's aura from Anda's body at that time?"

Madoc had a rare serious look.

Not even Madoc would be joking about the Lord of Hell.

"Baal? I was strangling the devil's neck at that time and didn't pay much attention to Anda."

Bulcasso looked thoughtful, his long and thick eyebrows squeezed together.

After Anda returned to the human world, he neatly untied the body made of anger and returned to the Holy Mountain.

"But how could Baal appear in this world? The Dark Soul Stone was completely absorbed by Malthael at that time. Even if Baal's soul still exists, it will not come to this world with us."

Burquetso made this judgment.

There were no fragments of the Dark Soul Stone on the holy mountain of Harrogath, and Malthael would not let the demon's soul escape his control.

The Angel of Death itself is the most hostile to demons. Even if he cannot completely eliminate the Demon King of Hell who also represents the rules, he will not let the demons appear.

"I think so too, but that aura of power that is unique to destruction, I really can't think of anything other than Baal."

In response to Madoc's statement, Bulcaisel nodded.

Breaking such rules does not show itself in the hell of this world.

Regardless of whether it is Satan or someone else, the rules they represent do not reach the level of breaking them.

The incarnation of the rules represents an opportunity to step into the strongest possible position, but the rules are not necessarily suitable for combat.

For example, the unlucky guy Bile, the rules of lies allowed him to confuse reality and illusion, but in a head-on battle, his performance was not as good as the neck stranglers in the secret realm of his ancestors.

This cannot be said to mean that the choker is stronger than the king of lies. It's just that the King of Lies is not very good at fighting.

"I'll keep an eye out, but it's time for you to give me my car back."

Bulcaisel shook his head, throwing away his doubts about Barr. He will pay attention, but he can't rush it now.

He had memorized the traffic rules, and it was almost time to ask Coulson to help him with his driver's license.

But driving requires at least one car, and he's not too keen on rebuilding it.

As for buying a new one, that's totally out of the question.

Bulcaisel would not cast the finished product himself and then fall in love with the same result made by someone else.

In Bulkesso's opinion, what he makes is the best. Why should we make something that is not good enough when we have the best?

If the power of the original legendary equipment was not formed by the legends they forged, Bulcaisel would have recast these legendary equipment one by one.

Even if the replica of Bulcaisel is almost exactly the same as the original, the original legend belonging to the equipment itself cannot be copied.

Imitation can only give an approximate result.

"Your car probably fell under the cliff to the west. After Rasuk couldn't get the right to drive, the guy who imitated it is almost finished. Just take your car back."

Madoc returned to his usual playful appearance, dragging Anda towards the Temple of the Elders.

He planned to tell Volusk, the former Immortal King, about this matter. Anyway, this guy was free, so it would be better to let him discuss it with Bulkesso.

If it weren't for the fact that only living barbarians could become prophets, they wouldn't be living a leisurely life in a daze now.

The ancestors who incarnated as souls and existed in Harrogath eventually lost their Nephalem bloodline that could only exist in the physical body.

They will no longer continue to become stronger.