$1190 Something Is Wrong with the Awake Banar

Bul-Kathos was alone at this time.

The taste of being alone may not be as bad as imagined, 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 Helabor, Bul-Kathos casually lay on the ground of the Temple of the Elders.

Now there will be no Volusk cursing that he does not act like an immortal king of the barbarians.

There are only three immortal kings of the barbarians in total.

And the first two do not look very similar. Perhaps the only thing they have in common as immortal kings is that they are strong enough.

"Death, are you still there?"

Bul-Kathos' voice was rarely tired.

"I'm still here, but I'm more interested in the monks outside now."

Death appeared from the shadows, and his face hidden under the robe and hood could not be seen.

Bul-Kathos was not curious about what Death looked like now, he just closed his eyes and lay quietly on the ground.

"Monk?

I've said it before, I'm hesitant about how to deal with you.

If you are forged into a tool to carry the gods, it might be a good choice."

Bul-Kathos said this in a calm voice.

Bul-Kathos was particularly hesitant about death.

"As long as I exist, I can be a means for you to face the archangel named Tyrael, right?

As for whether I still have thoughts, in fact, none of you care much."

Death still stood far away, with no intention of approaching.

It's not that she was afraid that she would be caught and forged in front of the furnace if she approached Bul-Kathos.

She just didn't want to get close.

"You don't seem to have any obsession with whether you continue to exist. Isn't there anything that belongs to you in the long time you have experienced?"

Bul-Kathos said as if he was chatting.

He temporarily gave up the idea of ​​forging death into a carrier of the gods.

"Of course not, I seem to have said that before.

At this moment, I have two consciousnesses. I didn't show that the two selves were arguing in front of you, that's just because the two of me reached a consensus."

The voice of death was not loud.

Although she was good at coming suddenly in any environment, she never seemed to be in a hurry.

"This is really not particularly good news, but it doesn't matter."

Bulkasso said perfunctorily.

He pulled out Volusk in his left hand and put it directly on the ground.

"Vorusk should be the Nephalem closest to mastering death. Maybe he can provide you with some help."

Bulkasso's tone suddenly became serious.

"Are you going to lend me this legend?

Or are you not going to face the direct pressure of the archangel Tyrael directly?"

The voice of death was a little more unexpected.

"Your presence is necessary, but I am not the only living person in Harrogath now.

I need to be responsible for the lives of others.

Death, or Asira, if you take Volusk away, you will be able to ensure your own safety.

I am sure of this!"

Burkatho's tone became unyielding.

Although there was no anger or rudeness in that, the firmness was like a hammer beside a forge!

"You just don't want the battle to break out in Harrogath?

The connection between the legendary equipment in your hands and the person who really owns it is particularly close, isn't it?"

Death said with some contempt.

"To be honest, your rules with self-awareness make people feel very uneasy."

Burkatho said.

He covered his eyes with his free hand, and the tired feeling in his voice became more and more intense.

"I don't quite understand your idea. It's probably just like you can't trace your memories before birth after you are born.

I can only communicate with you since I have the concept of 'I'.

Or is there other ways to communicate without self-will and authority in your world?"

Death said.

Bul-Kathos waved his hand and lit the torches in the Elder Temple with anger.

The fire was not bright, but the dim light made half of Death appear in sight.

But her face was still in the shadow, as if it was a mask she took the initiative to wear.

"These things have no meaning. The actions of the archangels will come faster than everyone thinks.

And the Burning Hell will never sit and wait for death.

Although I don't know what power the Burning Hell has that can affect all this, but that feeling lingers in my heart."

Bul-Kathos said casually.

Death can be used to contain Tyrael at this time. This is not only known to the Nephalem and the Archangels!

Baal has seen Tyrael who has become the Archangel of Death, so he can naturally think of this.

What Death has to do now is to become a bait as Bul-Kathos requires!

It doesn’t matter whether the first person to take the bait is an archangel or a demon.

“Your current strength should be able to directly deal with the archangel and the demon.”

Death said.

"That's my business. You don't need to know too much."

Burkesuo said.

Because there was a rough hand blocking Burkesuo's face, Death couldn't see Burkesuo's expression at this time.

But this didn't prevent Death from guessing Burkesuo's expression now.

It was probably a hesitant but firm expression.

"Your body can't bear your increasingly powerful authority?

Your first ancestor seemed to be expressing this before?

He seemed to have provided you with any help?"

Death asked a little bit.

No one likes a guy who asks questions in production.

But Burkesuo didn't respond.

"I'll leave now.

By the way, I'll still leave you a hand bone.

Although I may not be lucky enough to use this method to escape again this time.

But at least there is hope."

After Death finished speaking, the pale hand bone fell to the ground, and the next moment Death's figure disappeared from the spot.

And the legend that Volusk turned into also disappeared!

"It's really harder to trust others than you think, especially to try to trust you, the embodiment of authority."

Bul-Kathos said.

Although he didn't know whether Death could hear what he said.

But Bul-Kathos didn't care much about it.

Some words are not said for others to hear.

...

Cassius was taking a walk at this time.

Or he was looking for the figure of Banar in the back mountain of Harrogath.

He also had some things to confirm, so he came to this place alone.

There were only three of them who were transformed into monsters by Volusk.

There have been some changes in Helabor, but Cassius is more concerned about whether Banar has also changed.

It would be a good thing if Helabor could reach the level of Reko and Gruchak.

But Cassius couldn't let this change go.

Change should be a mixed blessing for Nephalem!

Some Nephalem have gone a step further than their original level after the change.

But there are also some Nephalem who don't know what went wrong in the process and then turned into demons.

Although this is just a possibility, it really makes Cassius care about it.

Banar always behaves crazy, but that's because he went astray in exploring the wrath of the violent.

Before becoming that crazy berserker, Banar was a barbarian known for his wisdom...

A barbarian with love and compassion for life... Although it feels a little strange, it's the truth.

"Banar, if you don't come out to see me, I will kill your dog!"

Cassius whispered.

He knew Banar would be able to hear it.

The reason why he didn't find Banar for a long time was not that he didn't look for him carefully, nor that Banar was not here!

It's just that Banar didn't want to meet him!

Using threats to achieve one's goals is a bit despicable, and it may even anger Banar.

But facing an angry berserker is better than not seeing him at all.

"If you're here to fight me."

Banar's unique accent sounded behind a big tree.

Cassius walked over and found that Banar was doing some carpentry work.

"How did you do it?"

Cassius asked with some surprise.

"You mean to build a doghouse?

Bulkatho is a good blacksmith. Is it strange that I'm a good carpenter?"

Banar said without raising his head.

"I mean how did you manage to be in this position but I couldn't find you before!"

Cassius' tone was a little heavier.

But Banar seemed not to hear it, just holding an axe that looked like he picked up casually and chopping wood.

"You don't want everything you do to be useless, right?"

Cassius had to communicate in a threatening way again.

"Before, Helabor said that he planned to reorganize the Elders' Council. Don't you still understand the current situation?"

Banar sighed and put the wooden board in his hand aside.

At his feet was a half-built doghouse, which looked very attentive.

"You know the magic of those elders?

I have never heard of this in the past."

Cassius asked with a frown.

"You expect a berserker who has lost his mind in rage to tell you that I know magic?

Don't be ridiculous. Although I still remember what I experienced before, I have to tell you!

In that situation, it was difficult for me to communicate normally.

I don't know whether it was because I completely mastered the posture of the Berserker's Fury or because of the gift of Volusk.

But the result is that I am a little different from the me you remember."

Banar looked directly into Cassius' 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 not the same as a rational Banar who can use magic.

Cassius is more concerned about whether Banar 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 were going to ask other questions.

As for this question, it depends on what you want me to do.

If it were a situation like the Battle of Arreat, the role I could play would be more than ten times stronger than what I had before.

But if you talk about my ability to fight on the battlefield, then it should barely be considered that I have not weakened. "

After saying this, Banal turned his head again, and then brought out 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 handling these small animals.

After all, animals' minds are much simpler than those of humans, and they don't need to think too much about what is there 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 Group has the word "tuan" is that it is called "group".

That's because there aren't just one or two elders inside.

But how many living savages can you name now? "

Banal burst out laughing when he said this.

This question does seem quite 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."

Cassius 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 complete.

“But do you think Bulcaisel is someone 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. "

Banal 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 Bulkesso obviously didn’t take time seriously either!

He couldn't have spent decades planning it just for an opportunity.

There is only one way for Bulquesso to do this, and that is to seize every opportunity now!

He can't wait for a hundred years!

“So Hairab is covering for Bulcasso?

But why? "

Cassius asked.

"What's the reason?

Hailab has always been the Immortal King's best helper.

This has nothing to do with whether he is an elder or not.

Moreover, Bulcaisel should relax a little. "

Banar 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 are said to never tire."

Cassius said mockingly.

"Yes, but are any of you as busy as Bulcasso?

From one secret realm to another, from one demon-infested battlefield to the next demon-infested battlefield.

Rescue hostages from one dungeon before rushing to the next.

And then he has to keep swinging the hammer at the furnace! ? "

Banal also laughed!

"Cassius, admit it.

Although we can all keep fighting without losing our will.

But none of us have done what Bulkesso did. "

Banal said without raising his head.