1333 Lasma Is Ready to Make a Move

At this time, the battle here in Latovilla has ended.

The battle here ended much earlier than the other side. After all, after Ultron was "solved" by Barr, those metal demons should have lost their supreme leader.

Even if it is just to cooperate with Barr's plan, Ultron will completely cut off his connection with these metal demons.

So the battle here ended much earlier than expected.

It's just that the soldiers here are not completely free of pressure.

Rasma's return still caused some trouble for them, although Rasma did not intend to argue with them.

But now Rasma is indeed short of manpower.

The strength of the spellcasters who were taught by Latovilia was more than enough to guard Latovilia at this time.

But if a battle is launched externally, the strength of these spellcasters is still too weak.

For a Nephalem, whether it is an orthodox mage or a necromancer under Rathma, he should have the power to fight in any situation.

But at this time, the spellcasters taught by Rasma did not have such power at all.

The spells they used at this time were all types specially prepared by Rasma.

The kind of spell that does not require understanding and can be released by just following the instructions is a simplified version of the spell that Rathma uses to release the undead he summoned.

Mastering such spells is not enough for them to call themselves mages. They are more like forts that can only use fixed spells mechanically.

Before they can truly become mages, they still need to master more knowledge.

This kind of combat power can only be used to good effect if they rely on the walls of Latovilla to protect their safety.

An excellent mage is considered a master if he can at least master the skills to deal with various situations in different environments.

Such combat power cannot provide much help to what Rasma wants to do.

"What are we waiting for here?"

Luke asked Rumlow impatiently.

Among the barbarians of their generation, Rumlow is now vaguely the center.

Ordinarily, Wayne is actually more suitable as a leader.

But neither Luke nor Matthew have much connection to Wayne.

Wayne's attitude of wanting to take control of the situation no matter what was not very popular.

"Didn't I just say that? That Rasma asked us to stay in La Tovillia for a while.

As for why, he didn't say.

Don't tell me you think there's still room for negotiation when we face that guy, right? "

Rumlow said, holding a wine bottle.

Of course he doesn't like staying here doing nothing.

But when faced with Rasma's request, he really couldn't give a refusal.

Rasma did not use force to restrict their freedom, but made this request very sincerely.

Rumlow still can't understand why Rasma faced them with such a sincere attitude.

This performance completely exceeded Rumlow's expectations.

Rumlow did not understand Rasma's plan very well, but this did not prevent him from understanding that this matter might be particularly important!

"I think you should at least find someone to go back to the Holy Mountain and tell the other ancestors what happened to us."

Matthew said.

“Don’t make us act like children who need to inform their parents when we want to go out with friends.

And there is an ancestor temporarily living in my body, although he has not said anything about the situation we encountered.

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know anything! "

Rumlow became a little irritable.

He really has no selfish motives, at least not in this matter!

After becoming a barbarian, he at least felt that his life had more value than before.

Under such circumstances, Rumlow is willing to consider himself a savage.

Rumlow is also sincere enough when dealing with his fellow savages.

"That's what I'm worried about. I really have reason to doubt what happened to the Mokot ancestor who lives in your body.

Rathma is a rare master of soul manipulation among the Nephalem.

In the realm of soul, this guy may be more powerful than Nazebo who rarely communicates with us. "

Matthew adjusted his tone to make his words extra gentle.

He didn't intend to quarrel with Rumlow, it was just out of uneasiness in his heart.

During the time they were guarding Latovillia, they also saw the power of Rathma!

The undead that were summoned at random could release spells like instinct, and the skeletons that were pieced together at random became skilled warriors one by one!

There's no reason why Rasma can't do what those skeletons can do!

It can be seen that although Rathma is active as a spellcaster, this guy's skills as a warrior are also difficult to ignore!

Who can guarantee that this bastard Rasma has no selfish motives at all?

At least the nephalem present couldn't do it!

Not only could they not do it, they even had little room for resistance when facing Rasma!

Seizing the opportunity to inform those ancestral spirits of the situation you are facing seems to be the best choice now!

“Don’t say you don’t feel Rasma’s sincerity!

You were all standing aside when he came to talk to me. Didn't you have no intention of objecting at all? "

While Rumlow was speaking, he took out his backpack, then took out a few bottles of wine and threw them to several people present.

“So we’re just starting to talk about it now.

We really cannot deny the sincere feedback from our bloodline.

But I still think I need to tell the other ancestors about this.

That Rasma didn't ask us to keep this a secret, right? "

Matthew took the beer and put it next to him and said.

The drinks Rumlow took out included spirits and beer, and Luke preferred spirits.

Matthew will not drink strong alcohol in an environment where he does not feel safe.

Although his physique at this time was hardly affected by alcohol, as a warrior with flaws, he was still very cautious about drinking.

Beer is the upper limit of what he can accept at this time.

"Then why do you think this guy Rasma doesn't go to the Holy Mountain of Harrogas to find help?

Which of those ancestral spirits is not more powerful than us now?

Although we have touched the power of legend, the gap between us and our ancestors is still huge! "

Rumlow said.

His mood was a little irritable.

As a former agent, it was difficult for him not to think about these things, although these considerations were not valuable every time.

But he understands the truth that it doesn't matter how many times he wins, what matters is how to face the failure when it comes!

Being able to accept the result of death calmly does not mean that they can accept the consequences of failure!

More than one ancestral spirit warned them of this truth on the holy mountain of Harrogas.

As for "being too stubborn to listen to persuasion", this kind of thing will not happen to them!

After all, when they received barbarian training, the signs of this idea had been completely eliminated.

Although the method seems to be physical extermination, the effect is extremely good.

At least they will keep this teaching in mind until they surpass their guide!

"Hey kids, let me show you the world!"

As soon as a portal appeared in front of them, these words came directly to them.

"Ancestor Gruchak?"

Matthew was the first to discover the other party's identity.

He had memorized the voices of all the ancestor spirits in his head, and he recognized the other party's identity just after hearing the first word.

Although Luke and Rumlow can also identify the ancestors' spirits through their voices.

But healthy people are more accustomed to using their eyes to recognize people.

They are not yet accustomed to using their breath to sense everything all the time.

This is bound to be a lengthy process.

There are relatively few demons active on earth who are good at hiding their identities.

If they were in a sheltered place where every encounter with a stranger was a big gamble, they would be able to master this instinct faster.

"Well, we received a request from His Excellency Rasma, and we were moved by the sincerity."

Luke said somewhat brokenly.

Although he also hoped to inform his ancestors about what he was facing, the sudden encounter with Gruchak still made it impossible for him to organize simple and powerful language for a while.

"Rasma's request for help? Sincerity?"

Gruchak was stunned for a moment. He really couldn't combine the two directly in his mind.

Rasma, as the original Nephalem, is on the same level as the first ancestors!

Even if his strength has declined due to recent events, he should not seek help from these young warriors at all.

Gruchak really couldn't think of anything that Rasma couldn't do that these young people could do.

As a powerful mage, Rasma's methods are naturally more magical than those of these warriors.

As for the option of sincerity, Gruchak is even more difficult to understand.

He didn't understand why these young warriors specifically talked about sincerity. After all, sincerity was not something that could be quantified.

“A feeling that comes from the blood, although we were not sure at first that it was sincerity.

But it didn’t take long for us to know for sure.

After all, we all feel the same things. "

Rumlow explained to Gruchak.

“I prefer to believe that you were treated with some kind of magic by Rasma without your knowledge.

But it doesn't matter, I can ask Rasma myself. "

After speaking, Gruchak faced directly in an empty direction.

He even pulled out the tribal blade from his backpack!

Although Gruchak understood that Rathma's position could not deviate from the Nephalem in any case.

But his trust in Rasma is really not high.

At least until Rasma gave an answer that was clear enough for him to understand directly, Gruchak couldn't relax.

"I thought you would go to the universe alone to observe that battle.

Although I guessed from the beginning that the barbarians would ask you to take action, but how much strength can you, the God of the Earth, exert in an environment without the earth? "

Rasma's figure appeared slowly, the pattern was a bit like a projection process.

"Of course I have my own confidence, otherwise I wouldn't come to pick up these young people to act with me."

Gruchak said.

His tone was particularly peaceful when he talked to Lasma.

Gruchak still gave a considerable degree of respect to this first ancestor of the Nephalem.

After all, Lasma did not cause much irreparable damage to the barbarians.

And Lasma also made outstanding contributions when helping the Nephalem fight against demons and angels.

No matter in terms of seniority or contribution, Lasma deserves the respect of other Nephalem.

Although some of his methods are not so easy to accept, he did a good job from the results.

"Is it the monk?

It seems that the only Nephalem that is still idle now is the monk with extra high-end combat power."

Lasma said as if chatting.

He was not nervous because Gruchak showed a hostile state.

Although Gruchak now definitely has the strength to hit him hard.

But Lasma seemed to be completely sure that Gruchak would not attack him, and he didn't even mean to be nervous at all.

"I asked Uliana to go with me. With our combined strength, we won't be too uncomfortable even if we face the demon.

Even in an environment without the earth, we are enough to deal with everything."

Gruchak said frankly.

"That's good. With me, it's even more foolproof.

What I asked these young people to do is what is happening now.

I want to act with you."

Lasma said.

His words made Gruchak's head feel like it was boiling.

"Why?"

Gruchak asked.

"You know I have the ability to predict, right?"

Lasma asked back.

"I don't believe in that. I can say that I don't believe in anything related to prophecy."

Gruchak shook his head.

Bulkeso had said his views on prophecy before.

In Bulkeso's view, prophecy is more like being stained with some authority of time, and seeing some strange things uncontrollably.

Then it was believed to become a prophecy.

This ability has too many uncertainties, and it is completely guided by the authority of time to see some meaningless things.

This thing is really not very convincing.

"Are you asking me if I foresaw that you were going to slap me next?"

Lasma said expressionlessly.

Gruchak suddenly showed a strange expression, which was more like embarrassment.

"Do you think Lasma can really predict the future?"

Luke asked the people around him with horror.

"I feel that he just guessed the thoughts of Gruchak's ancestors.

You know, although the spirits of the ancestors are not stupid, they are definitely not good at hiding their thoughts.

So the spirits of the ancestors are either angry or laughing, or expressionless."

Rumlow said expressionlessly.

He had already discovered this when he was on the Holy Mountain.

Barbarians really have no talent for controlling emotions.

But this is also normal. After all, for a group of guys who use anger as the source of power, controlling emotions is really meaningless.

Anyway, when thinking, no barbarian will think with anger in his mind.

This is the most common situation.