1193 The Long-Lost Peace on the Holy Mountain

Helaber finally let go of Cassius's wrist.

He had no choice but to let go! After all, Cassius really intended to kick him directly.

Even if Helaber thought he could withstand it, he would not want to experience the feeling of that kick.

A barbarian who became a legend with his fists would not only have fists that could kill.

But it was clear that Cassius was a legendary barbarian who was good at using fists.

However, no demon had ever said that he was also good at using legs and feet to attack.

It was not difficult to understand that a legend had some unique skills.

If Cassius' unique skill was to use his feet, it only meant that the damage was particularly terrible.

Only when there were no witnesses could such a secret be kept.

This kind of thing was not uncommon, at least for Cassius.

They were even in the head-butt contest.

Cassius's nose was completely broken, and it would take some time to recover.

Helabor didn't look injured, unless you looked at the blood-washed clothes on his clothes...

Injuries heal quickly, but blood stains don't disappear out of thin air.

Helabor waved at Cassius.

"Asshole Cassius, I'm going to do great things!"

Helabor shouted loudly.

There was a strong sense of boasting in his voice.

After all, what he was going to do was indeed very important and great, about the future of the barbarians!

"Shit Helabor, when you are buried by Orlongus, I will definitely help him!"

Cassius shouted at the top of his voice.

Then he waved at Helabor.

Cassius and Helabor left separately, they both had things to do now.

Helabor was going to think about the issue of the Elders' Council, although he didn't quite believe what Cassius had heard about the workplace.

First of all, he didn't think that Bul-Katho was a guy who liked to play such boring tricks.

And the result of the matter was only affecting the barbarians.

Another way to put it is that even if it fails, there will be no bad consequences.

The barbarians don't have an elder council now, but it doesn't seem to have any problems.

Of course, this may be because the barbarians' living environment is better now than before.

But Helaber also sincerely wants to do a good job of the elder council.

It is impossible for the elder council to be formed by only a few people.

Although it doesn't need too many, there should be at least three or four people, right?

It is not reliable to let more ancestral spirits become a member of the elder council, after all, there are only so many ancestral spirits on the holy mountain.

Among them, Banar will undoubtedly become a member of the elder council, after all, only Banar knows the magic of those elders.

Although the barbarians rarely use those magics, no barbarian will deny the power of magic.

As for other candidates, Helaber now plans to ask Gruchak first.

If Gruchak is willing, that would be the best.

No barbarian will doubt Gruchak's power, there is no need to doubt this thing.

They have seen that kind of power can really crush ordinary legendary barbarians.

The power of the earth god Gruchak is certainly enough to be the barbarian elder.

And he also got something from Volusk, and now Gruchak has become even stronger.

Although he may still not be able to defeat the peak archangel head-on, at least he will not be worse than Raiko!

Raiko's sacrifice allowed Lilith to run into Bul-Kathos in the weakest state. It is not easy to achieve this level.

There are not many Nephalem who have clearly hit the demon god over the years.

This level of power is the top of the Nephalem group.

In addition to Gruchak, Helabor originally planned to ask Kahn.

Although the legends of the 90 barbarians are a group, there must be a leader in the group.

Helabor plans to ask who this leader is.

Then try to persuade this leader to become a member of the elders.

If everything goes well, there will be four people in the elders group including Helabor himself.

Although in the past, the four-member elders' council was relatively small.

But at least it was enough to build a structure that met basic needs.

The purpose of the elders' council was not to shake the authority of the Immortal King, but to share the work generated among the barbarians.

The current situation is not bad, the number of barbarians is not large.

If the Immortal King is expected to handle the affairs of tens of thousands of people alone, then the Immortal King will have no time to do anything else.

The value of the elders' council lies in sharing the work.

They will not play any tricks to undermine the Immortal King.

On the one hand, it is meaningless. The Nephalem once lived so hard, and it is a very meaningless thing to seize power.

Just like the unlucky Lakis IV, he died in the hands of a traitor with the determination to fight against demons and angels.

But wasn't that traitor killed by the Nephalem?

Power is worthless if it does not have strong power.

Individual power is enough to change the world and win the most basic respect of the high-level heaven and the burning hell.

But power is not...

Helaber's plan was just that much for now, let's talk about Cassius.

As for Cassius, he was going to talk to Kotur now.

He was going to complain.

What happened during this period was not something that Cassius could forget about.

Although the ancestors on the Holy Mountain were good partners, there was still a gap between partners and friends.

Some words can only be said when facing friends, and complaining to partners is sometimes not a good choice.

Kotur grew up with Cassius.

They died one after the other, one for revenge for the other.

The relationship between them may be stronger than that between the three ancestors.

If it's just complaining, Kotur, who doesn't like to talk, is the best listener.

And Kotur is also very good at comforting people, at least he won't make people feel angry when being comforted.

Cassius rubbed his collapsed nose and walked towards where Kotur often stayed.

When the barbarians began to get busy, Karasim in the Sky Temple also completed the communication with Yinna.

Yinna is indeed the most powerful among the monks, but she rarely acts superior to other monks.

Even though Yinna can represent the existence of the Ten Thousand Gods, she has not forgotten that she is just a monk.

If a monk really thinks he is a god because he has become one of the Ten Thousand Gods, then Yinna will make him understand where he is wrong.

Whether it is persuasion or beating, Yinna can do it.

When Kharazim walked out of the Sky Temple, his face was calm.

If he didn't hold a bowl of porridge in his hand, he might look more like a monk.

Monks also need to eat.

As for the precepts, monks also have them.

But their precepts do not prohibit eating meat...

In a harsh place like Sanctuary, it is good to have something to eat. Do you have to watch the meat rot and waste?

That kind of practice is too luxurious for Sanctuary.

"Teacher Kharazim, I seem to be able to establish a stable connection with the Ten Thousand Gods."

Ms. Shiva stood in front of Kharazim and said very calmly.

Most of the communication between monks is simple and peaceful.

Their emotions are rarely revealed.

Emotions are not the source of power for monks, but a calm state makes it easier for them to find power inward.

"Yes, you did it.

Then you can become a formal monk starting tomorrow."

Karasim said with a gratified smile.

He took a sip from the bowl.

He announced that there was no need for training today, and of course he would act more casually.

This way, at least others would not think too much.

Ms. Shiva nodded, then turned and went to the back mountain.

That was Craig's original training ground.

With Craig's own efforts, there were already many simple training tools there.

For example, some sturdy wooden stakes and fixed stones.

Simple punching and attacking can help monks calm their hearts.

This is also the process of them looking for power inward.

Although Ms. Shiva's talent is more focused on combat skills, she is also very good in the field of spiritual cultivation.

After thinking about it, Kharazim felt that he could prepare a gift for this outstanding monk.

A successful communication with the gods would open the door to becoming a monk.

And being able to communicate with the gods stably means that the monk can go out and train alone.

Ms. Shiva has reached the latter level. She will soon become stronger after obtaining the blood of the Nephalem.

If Craig is not counted, Kharazim is most optimistic about Ms. Shiva.

If she continues to become stronger, becoming a legend is not a distant thing.

At least in Kharazim's eyes, Ms. Shiva has more potential than Luke and Rumlow.

There is also a greater chance to turn potential into strength.

"My teacher seemed to have given me a rosary at that time?"

Kharazim muttered to himself while holding the bowl.

Under the cold wind of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, the porridge in his bowl quickly became cold.

It even brought some ice chips.

Kharazim took a quick look, and then heat began to generate on his palm.

The temperature in the bowl rose slowly and steadily, and soon the bowl began to steam.

An excellent monk can still use those powers when not using fists.

Fist is just the key to master power, and monks like Karashim have completely opened the door to power.

Young monks need to hold the key tightly to use powerful power, and mature and powerful should be like Karashim.

"The rosary seems inappropriate, please ask Bur-Katho to forge a set of Dragon Fist."

Karashim made a decision.

The set of Dragon Fist gloves not only provides monks with a powerful power increase!

It also has a positive effect on the monks' mastery of internal force!

Monks who use Dragon Fist for many years can more easily experience the generation and disappearance of internal force.

Of course, it is not that the legendary gloves made them feel more acute, but that they would have more opportunities to experience the generation and consumption of internal force.

The monk is a Nephalem profession that will definitely gain something and become stronger as long as you work hard even if you have no talent.

Although the entry threshold is much lower than that of becoming a spellcaster, not many people choose to be a monk.

The monk needs to work hard everywhere to become stronger, and talent only makes the speed of converting effort into strength faster.

A wizard with amazing talent may not need to work too hard to master powerful power!

At least before the talent reaches the limit, wizards can become stronger endlessly.

But no matter how amazing the talent of a monk is, he has to consume physical strength and practice spiritual cultivation.

If the wizards were to evaluate this process, most of their answers would be terrible.

Kharazim drank the last mouthful of porridge, then dug a bowl of snow on the ground and held the bowl in his hands.

He habitually touched his backpack, then pinched out a handful of fine tea leaves and sprinkled them in the bowl already filled with warm water.

The amount of heat required to melt the snow is not much, right?

As for tea leaves... this kind of tea is generally called Gaomo...

In the environment of Sanctuary where it is difficult to even eat, tea leaves are also very rare.

It has not been long since Kharazim woke up completely, and he has not yet gotten used to the high productivity of this world.

Of course, he did not notice that there were a lot of good tea leaves among the supplies sent by Wayne Group.

But Kharazim did not care much about this.

The water in the bowl was already boiling slowly.

The broken tea leaves began to emit the fragrance of tea.

Kharazim took a sip gently, then walked towards the halfway point of the mountain with the bowl in one hand.

He knew that Bul-Kathos had left the Holy Mountain.

As the teammate who had been with Bul-Kathos for the longest time, he remembered Bul-Kathos's breath very clearly.

He had sent a message to Bul-Kathos, and the agreed meeting place was halfway point of the mountain.

Kharazim noticed that there seemed to be a forging workshop there.

As for whether Bul-Kathos would need time to forge a set of legendary dragon fists, Kharazim did not consider it.

He had seen Bul-Kathos forging too many times.

If it was just to complete a certain task, Bul-Kathos's speed of forging equipment would make people wonder if he took out the equipment that had been forged before from his backpack.

It was just the most common legendary equipment, and Kharazim had enough materials in his hands.

This would not delay Bul-Kathos's time.

By the way, he could also chat with Bul-Kathos while he was forging.

For a monk who just had the strength to adventure alone, a pair of legendary dragon fists was already a very high-standard weapon.

As for better equipment, you can get it from the demons.

Demons are definitely the most popular local specialties of the Nephalem.

I heard that demon hunters play a game of size comparison when they are bored.

Each demon hunter goes to catch a demon and then meet.

Then kill the selected demon in front of everyone to see who drops the best to decide the winner.

This way of playing is very simple and rough...

And it is also difficult to cause disputes.

If the equipment of the same level drops, then we can compare the properties. If the properties are the same, then we can compare the amount of gold coins dropped.

Anyway, in all these years, I have never heard of a demon hunter encountering a situation where the drops are exactly the same.