208 Rorschach's Talent! (5,400 Words)

Bulkesso took Rorschach into the Temple of the Elders, where Volusk was napping on the throne.

"Worusk, look at the little one I chose."

Bulkatho woke up Volusk loudly.

"You actually show off too?"

Warusk opened his eyes slightly and glanced at Bulkesso with a somewhat surprised look.

"This child has been approved by Tyrell, and he is very similar to me at the time."

Bulcaisel pushed the confused Rorschach in front of him, allowing him to bear Warusk's scrutiny.

After hearing Bulkelso say that Rorschach was recognized by Tyrell, Warusk sat up straight and looked at Rorschach in front of him.

If one can be recognized by justice itself, then the person is trustworthy.

It's just that Warusk's eyes are a little playful.

"This child has passed the age of physical growth. How do you plan to make him grow taller? Could it be that the heir you chose can only fight like a demon hunter with a dagger?"

Warusk's words were a little unreasonable, and it was always annoying to look down on other people's appearance.

Rorschach frowned, feeling unhappy.

"Come on, I'm here to solve this problem. He must be at least 1.89 meters tall, otherwise it will be too awkward when wielding heavy weapons."

Bulcaisel rolled his eyes at Warusk. He was used to Warusk's always contemptuous attitude.

"Kanai's Box? How are you going to help him? Are you going to throw him in and recast it?"

Warusk stood up and walked in front of Rorschach. Warusk was a little taller than Bulkesso. Standing in front of Rorschach was like looking at a child.

Luo Xia clenched his fists. He made up his mind that if the guy in front of him was going to do something extreme, he would give him a deep memory even if he risked everything.

"Ha! I think this kid is more like a Prius, his courage is impeccable."

Warusk turned his head and looked at Bulcaisu. The Immortal King's gravel hammer hung on his waist scratched the ground and made an unpleasant sound.

Bulcaisel returned the weapon to Volusk at that time so that the former Immortal King could exert a power close to his life.

After all, Bulkesso has no intention of living on the holy mountain of Harrogas forever. The more powerful Warusk is enough to face most of the troubles.

Even if a guy of the level of the Three Demon Gods comes to the Holy Mountain alone, a Warusk who is barely close to its peak can take care of him.

"He does not lack courage. He still dares to resist in the face of my momentum. If he can accept Tyrell's power, then there is no need to doubt his position. He only lacks strength."

Bulqueso walked to Kanai's Magic Box, took out a loaf of black bread and a bucket of high-level heaven spring water from his backpack, and then threw them into Kanai's Magic Box.

"You got such a great artifact..."

"Okay, Volusk. I've had enough of Zortun Kule's nonsense!"

Bulcaisuo interrupted Warusk. Kanai's Magic Box can already produce countless miracles, but those formulas were only figured out through continuous testing by predecessors.

Barbarians also have similar recipes, such as the use of passing on the Nephalem bloodline.

As he spoke, Bulcaisel took out the Oath Keeper and separated his arms, mixed his own blood with the demon's blood, and put them both into Kanai's Box.

The energy of angels and demons, the pure blood of the nephalem, and a food container.

It's that simple, there are no risks, it's just that the food will become unpalatable.

But it's better than the hard black bread that can kill you.

"It's so boring. I miss Seschelon back then. How powerful the barbarians were back then!"

Warusk watched as he walked back to the throne and lay heavily on the hard chair. The handle of the gravel hammer at his waist was nailed to the back of the seat and made a sound.

Rorschach watched Bulqueso holding the suspended box in both hands without saying a word.

At this point, he has understood Bulcasso's maintenance and appreciation for him, so it seems that it is not difficult to accept being so well-behaved.

At least he hasn't seen any evil yet.

Kanai's Magic Box made a clanging sound, but the sound seemed to have a dissatisfied tone.

There was a loaf of bright red bread in the box, which was still steaming.

Bulkesso grabbed it casually and handed it to Rorschach.

"What's this?"

"The first step to qualify you to inherit my bloodline."

Bulkesso glanced at Warusk, and then continued.

"If you want to become a barbarian, you only need to enter the secret realm and accept the trial. But if you want to be my heir, you must first have the foundation."

Warusk closed his eyes again, as if he didn't hear anything.

Bulcaisuo is special. As the Buck Tribe obtains barbarians, it does not require such a complicated process.

But Bulkesso's becoming stronger was not only achieved through his efforts.

There are many barbarians who have fought more times on the Holy Mountain than Bulkatho. Not to mention, Orak has experienced many more battles than Bulkatho.

But only Bulcaisuo had achieved this step, leaving Sonya, a genius who appeared only once in hundreds of years, to look at his back.

There is a reason for this.

Warusk knew the secret, but he didn't intend to tell it.

"Is it okay to just eat it?"

Rorschach took the bread and looked at it carefully.

"What else? If we don't eat the bread, should we stuff it into Diablo's PY?"

Bul-Kathos said this and walked towards the side hall.

It's called a side hall, but it's actually just a stone house built on the side.

Constantine is in it. He's not suitable to be a warrior, and he's so annoying.

Bul-Kathos plans to see what's going on. If he wakes up soon, he'll send him back to the city.

Besides, as a reward for delivering the message of Auriel, the barbarian has already returned it to him by completing his soul.

Rorschach took the bread and looked at Bul-Kathos. Although he didn't know who Diablo was, it didn't prevent him from understanding the word PY.

Just eat it!

What else can he do?

Rorschach took the steaming bread and stuffed it directly into his mouth. The bread was very hard when he held it in his hand, which made Rorschach feel that it was not the kind that could be eaten.

But the moment he stuffed it into his mouth, the whole bread seemed to turn into a stream of energy that rushed into his whole body along his throat.

Rorschach's body was changing, and Volusk, who had closed his eyes, opened them with some shock.

A pair of azure wings of light loomed behind Rorschach!

"How is it possible? This kid's justice was so firm that Tyrael directly gave him the wings of the Archangel of Justice?"

This was not the first time Volusk had seen wings of light. Bul-Kathos had the gift of Imprus.

But Volusk knew how much courage Bul-Kathos had paid at that time to get the recognition of Imprus, the paranoid Imprus.

And how did this thin guy in front of him get the recognition of Tyrael, who was even more stubborn than Imprus?

Tyrael broke up with his brother for justice and gave up everything to come to the world just for justice.

How could the kid in front of him be given the wings of justice?

Volusk opened his eyes wide and leaned forward to look at Rorschach.

Rorschach's body began to change under this blood from Bul-Kathos!

His body seemed to be stretched and began to grow taller.

The condensed muscles on his body kept squirming, like a piece of plasticine being kneaded.

He was originally full of the hysterical atmosphere of being in the darkness for many years, which gradually turned into anger towards the endless darkness. This anger directly turned into a rage that leaped around him!

The barbarian's innate skill, the fury of fighting!

The full rage makes the barbarian who has mastered this skill have more powerful power.

When the rage reaches the upper limit, it can increase the damage by 25%.

"It's incredible, if I had discovered such a guy first..."

Vorusk muttered.

"Forget it, only Burkeso, only he is different, it might be better to give this kid to him."

Although Volusk was shocked, he had not yet thought of snatching the heir.

After all, although it is rare for barbarians to have innate skills at the beginning, there are still a few.

The rage on Rorschach's body kept rolling, and it should be said that this anger would gradually subside as time passed.

His body grew taller little by little until he reached about 1.96 meters.

The muscle movement gradually stopped, and the full muscles were so clear that even the fat on the surface could hardly cover the outline.

The clothes on his body became tattered as his body grew, but he didn't look embarrassed at all.

The light wings behind him disappeared after a flash. The light wings of justice given by Tyrael would truly appear when Rorschach had enough power.

At that time, his justice would be understood by everyone who saw it.

But the flame of anger was still burning!

"Damn it, the feud has not been avenged!"

The feud has not been avenged, which is a rare talent among barbarians!

The anger no longer decays, but increases with time!

Barbarians with this talent can have the ability to deliver the strongest attack at any time.

There is no need to accumulate anger, and there is no need to worry about not having anger available when encountering unexpected battles. Rage can be generated faster in battle!

Sonya is a genius, but she has also gradually mastered the talents of the barbarians as she continues to grow.

And the Rorschach in front of him, at the moment of awakening, possessed the two talents of Berserk Rage and Unrequited Vengeance.

Volusk stood up immediately, and the Immortal King's stone crusher hit his throne, knocking off a piece of stone from the throne that had a history of thousands of years.

But Volusk had no time to feel sorry for the chair that was almost covered with pulp by him. Even though he had been reveling on this throne every night, he didn't care about it at all at this time.

He stared at Rorschach with his eyes wide open.

"Bulkasso! Leave this kid to me! I will make him the Immortal King after you!"

Volusk roared at the top of his voice, he couldn't suppress his excitement.

His shouts spread to every corner of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, shaking the solid temple constantly, the stones rustled and rubbed against each other, and a piece of stone fell from the top of his head.

Countless ancestors heard this and put down their work and ran towards the Elder Temple.

They couldn't remember the last time Volusk was so excited.

Even when Sonya told him that she had mastered all the skills of the barbarians, he was not so excited.

Because before Sonya, Bul-Kathos had already done this.

But Volusk didn't make such a declaration at that time!

The ancestors were very curious about who had such an honor that Volusk said he could cultivate into the immortal king after Bul-Kathos.

"You're dreaming!"

Bul-Kathos's roar followed. Rorschach was his chosen successor, and it was not a far-fetched idea for him to become a strong man comparable to Volusk.

But only Rorschach, only this guy who was recognized by justice, had the hope of taking over Bul-Kathos's responsibility.

Only this guy had the hope of taking on Bul-Kathos's secret.

Bul-Kathos rushed out directly with the ancient legendary Bul-Kathos's solemn oath and Bul-Kathos's warrior blood, and his wasteland suit was covered with angry flames.

The battle flag behind him had already appeared. If even the pair of courageous wings appeared, Bul-Kathos would have used all his strength.

"Give it to me! Give it to me!"

The Immortal King suits on Volusk emerged one by one, and a pair of dragon wings covering the sky and the sun appeared behind him, bringing the oppressive feeling of the Immortal King!

"Ha!"

Vorusk roared to the sky, and the three ancestors of Madok, Kolik, and Talik appeared directly behind him.

The Immortal King's stone crusher in his hand was raised high, and then it fell heavily in the direction of Bul-Kathos!

"Xia!"

Bul-Kathos gave a war cry, and his feet staggered and began to spin. Lightning flashed on the double swords, and a whirlwind rose on the ground!

The double swords passed over his head, and as Bul-Kathos rotated, the double swords hit Volusk's stone crusher from bottom to top!

The ground trembled, and the snow on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath began to rush!

The clouds in the sky were directly crushed, and a burst of fire from the collision of weapons shone in the Elder Temple!

The light on Kanai's magic box flashed, sealing off the Elder Temple.

The golden light curtain wrapped the two of them like a sphere, barely protecting the Elder Temple, a place that had existed for thousands of years.

A dark blue light curtain rose from the Holy Mountain of Harrogath in the tremor, adding another layer of protection outside the light shield of Kanai's Cube!

As the battle broke out, the lacquer cover that destroyed the world tore open the protection of Kanai's Cube, but only made a few cracks in the shield of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

…

"He deserves to be alive! What is that immortal bastard doing again!"

In the Palace of Death, the Skeleton Lady's voice was a little angry.

She felt the breath of Bul-Kathos. The previous breath of death had disappeared. Bul-Kathos' breath, which was more majestic than a lion and more violent than a landslide, finally showed up.

Although it was covered by Kanai's Cube and the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, this breath was still transmitted!

"May he live forever in plague and pain!"

Death said the most vicious curse she could think of.

And a figure that seemed to contain countless worlds in his body shook his body, as if he had taken in a foreign object and felt nauseous.

...

"Bulkasso!"

Bile, who was bewitching Setorak in the crimson universe, screamed!

Then Setorak casually slapped him away.

The moment he felt this breath, he was telling Setorak a bedtime story. His bewitching seemed to be getting better, but a scream made this powerful master of the crimson universe feel dissatisfied.

This slap extended the time for Bile to revive infinitely...

In the hell next door, the body of Nightmare, who was being reborn, trembled, and then the black light ball suddenly expanded several circles.

Baal trembled after feeling the breath of a familiar person.

He leaked a lot of the hell power plundered from Nightmare.

Nightmare's consciousness just showed signs of electrical recovery, and then it returned to its original size.

Baal adjusted his mentality and picked up the leaked power bit by bit, but his actions were a bit sneaky.

Baal was not ready to face Bul-Kathos yet, and that scared him...

...

When Gu Yi felt that breath, he quickly opened a portal. Because he was a little nervous, the portal was drawn irregularly.

She hurriedly stepped forward to pass through, but was blocked outside.

This portal was to Bul-Kathos, but Bul-Kathos was blocked by the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

Gu Yi thought about it, and then drew a circle again. This time she teleported to the square of the Temple of the Elders, but there was no accident.

At this time, Volusk stopped...

Not voluntarily...

The Holy Mountain of Harrogath once again stopped supplying him with power, and then Volusk was directly knocked to the ground by Bul-Kathos's double swords.

"Leave him to me! I can make him stronger!"

Vorusk lay on the ground, barely propping up his upper body and shouting loudly at Bul-Kathos.

The Immortal King's stone crusher fell to the ground with a dull sound.

His suit disappeared in an instant as the Holy Mountain of Harrogath stopped supplying power, including the pair of dragon wings that covered the sky.

"He can take over my responsibility! Can you let him know what it takes!"

The battle flag behind Bul-Kathos disappeared, but the wasteland suit on his body remained the same.

The ancient double swords had dense cracks in the only collision before, and it seemed that they could not withstand the slightest battle before the repair was completed.

"I! Bah!"

Vorusk's voice changed quickly from loud to soft.

When the first "I" came out, it was still fierce, but when it came to "Bah", there was no movement.

"Can I ask what I want to do?"

Rorschach stood outside the light shield and had regained consciousness. The anger on his body was still burning.

He was the only one who watched the previous battle up close, and the enthusiasm that seemed to burn his soul made his body tremble constantly.

But his eyes were firmly fixed on Bul-Kathos in the light shield.

"When you pass my fortieth secret realm, you will understand."

Bul-Kathos put away his strength, the suit disappeared, and the double swords were stuffed into the backpack.

"Damn it! I XXXXX!"

Vorusk gave up getting up and lay heavily on the floor with a curse.

He lost to Bul-Kathos again, but he was used to it.

When he was alive, he might have fought with Bul-Kathos to his heart's content, but he was dead.

Even though the Immortal King's Stonebreaker gave him power close to that of his life, he was not able to snatch victory from Bul-Kathos even when he was alive.

Lost, so be it.

Now he was no longer the Immortal King who oppressed the demons, but just a soul on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

Even if he was honored as an ancestor, he was just a dead man.

"It looks like Volusk lost again, and he was still unwilling."

Vida's voice came from outside the Temple of the Elders, but his tone was serious.

"It looks like Bul-Kathos has chosen his successor? I just don't know if it was a choice or a trial?"

Madoc muttered a bunch of words, but there was no curiosity in his voice.

After all, there was no ripple in this battle, and the ancestors suppressed all their doubts in their hearts.

After all, the battle between Bul-Kathos and Volusk was no longer something that could be explained by playing around.