325 The Skeleton King Is Not the King of the Skeletons! (10,000-Word Chapter)

"Leoric, make your own choice."

Bul-Kathos was not moved at all. He had nothing to say to the pleading tone of death.

What did Leoric want?

It was just an opportunity! An opportunity to get out of the body of the Skeleton King.

The wise king of Khanduras should not exist like a rotten undead.

Even if the Skeleton King's name contained the word "king", it was just a mockery of Leoric.

How could the dry bones in the tomb find peace?

What he wanted, apart from the long dream in eternal sleep that would never wake up, was the past!

"Are you asking me about my choice? Are you mocking my will!"

Leoric shouted loudly, his body trembling and making the sound of bones rubbing against each other.

One step forward is the Burning Hell, a place where you can only fight and kill every day after entering.

There are only two dangerous and powerful demons in it, one of whom is staring at him intently.

Leoric did not look back, and stepped into the Burning Hell.

The moment his body passed through the barrier formed by the power of Shadow Fang, the withered bones began to burn.

"I am the Skeleton King, but not the king of skeletons!"

Leoric laughed, the flames of hell on his body burning fiercely, and he took one step at a time!

The Burning Hell under his iron boots turned into pale land.

The bones on his body began to be stained with a charred black color.

Wherever the Skeleton King went, everything would be rotten by the breath of death.

Only three footprints of Leoric were left on the ground of the Burning Hell.

When Leoric took the fourth step, the first footprint would disappear.

"Bul-Kathos, remember your promise! I want to see Khanduras stand on the earth again!"

The heavy hammer in Leoric's hand was held by him with one hand, leaving pale scratches on the ground.

The other hand gently supported his crown, and a dazzling diamond on the crown was shining!

"Maybe I'm not a hero. But at least, I never let anyone die in vain."

Bul-Kathos was still calm, and the flames on his body were still shining.

The cold anger, the energy that completely exceeded the limits of emotions, made Bul-Kathos always in the best state.

Even though he calmly watched Leoric step into the Burning Hell, the blue anger in his hand began to shine again!

"Hero? Of course you're not a hero!

You mean when you illegally broke into my house, smashed my collection of jars, resurrected me and beat me to death, and then left a pile of white equipment on the ground and patted your butt and walked away? I usually only use tramps to describe such people! Oh yes, it's a real hero.

You dare to bring the warm breath of life into my grave and disturb my eternal sleep! Pick up my old bones piece by piece from my kingdom!

Don't you want me to become your strength at the right time?

Now I'm fulfilling my promise! Bul-Kathos!"

Leoric's voice was filled with laughter and dissatisfaction with the title of hero.

Hero?

To Leoric, heroes are nothing but a bunch of self-righteous guys!

No one has ever saved him!

No one has saved his kingdom!

They even broke into his home while he was enjoying a good sleep!

"Leoric, are you ready?"

Baal looked at Leoric who was walking by him, his face full of boredom.

Baal did not take Leoric seriously, Leoric was just a tool that gave him the opportunity to devour Mephisto.

Would the Destroyer care about the opinion of a tool?

"I will kill you, you can't bear the power of destruction."

"So what? I am already a dead man. So when I am killed again, what am I? Die more thoroughly?... Or live again!?

I tell you, Baal! There is only one thing that my old bones fear, and that is osteoporosis!"

Leoric swung his anger directly at Baal, and the huge and ferocious hammer head fell heavily on Baal's head.

With a crisp sound, Baal's cold head sank deeply.

Baal's sturdy arm pressed heavily on Leoric's head, grasping Leoric's only treasure.

"Take your dirty hands off my crown!"

Leoric propped up his own domain in the Burning Hell, and in this place where the devil was born, waves of the breath of the dead began to spread.

It was difficult, just like the devil of hell wanted to open his own domain above Harrogath.

But it was enough for Baal to retract that dirty claw!

The Black King marched!

The giant hammer swung with a cold breath, raising a trace of coolness in the high-temperature burning hell.

After three consecutive collisions, Leoric's heavy hammer passed Baal's body and fell to the ground.

Baal's body trembled for a while, and then returned to its original appearance!

"Leoric, you are insulting the devil of hell!"

Mephisto finally took action!

After being injured by Baal accidentally or intentionally, Mephisto attacked Leoric with full hatred!

The claws full of hatred and a bone wing slapped Leoric's body, making a sound like nails scratching frosted glass.

The harsh sound made people feel irritated and even gave birth to a trace of hatred.

"The best choice for a madman is to stay here honestly and wait for the end to come."

After a loud roar, Mephisto directly pressed Leoric to the ground.

The snake-like spine pierced Leoric's chest and pierced the Skeleton King on the ground of the burning hell!

The pale bones were stained with smoke-like marks in the devil's fire of hell.

"The group of farmers said I was crazy... said I was paranoid! Is it paranoid to think that everyone wants to kill you? Is it? Is it true?... Oh, it turns out to be true. But they really did it in the end..."

Leoric used the heavy hammer to support the ground, and then straightened his body made of bones little by little.

The ribs scratched the spine that ran through his chest, making a creaking sound.

Then Leoric stretched out a claw full of death towards Mephisto!

A connection was established between him and Mephisto, and Mephisto's power became the power of Leoric's existence in hell!

Leoric would not surrender, he had never surrendered!

Never gave up!

He was still the wise king of Canduras, even if he was called the Skeleton King now, he was still the Skeleton King of Canduras!

"Leoric, if I can see you again next time, I will remember to knock on the door before I look for you."

Bul-Kathos no longer watched Leoric's entanglement with the two demons.

It was destined to be a battle of being beaten, and then reviving and continuing to be beaten.

In the Burning Hell, the limit of Leoric's ability was to involve these two demons.

Death disappeared directly outside the gate of the Burning Hell when Leoric took that step.

Leoric had made his choice, and he could only watch silently what happened next.

Death was powerless.

With tears in his eyes, Death retreated and left the scene.

His figure gradually disappeared in the hot air, and returned to the kingdom of the dead.

"Ha!"

Bul-Kathos roared with the rage of a berserker, and slammed the Azure Fury in his hand heavily on the Shadow Fang that appeared in front of him.

A lightning-fast blow, a sudden blow like a thunderbolt in the clear sky!

While Baal and Mephisto were entangled with Leoric, and before the Lord of Hell had time to hide the Shadow Fang in the Burning Hell!

He had used all his strength in this blow, and the entire Burning Hell was shaking.

The ground he stood on collapsed little by little, and the blade of Azure Fury collided with the Shadow Fang!

"For the justice of the High Heaven!"

The voice of Izual, who was still an angel at the time, seemed to be heard in the air, and waves of dazzling light collided with the void emitted from the Shadow Fang.

There was no sound, the Burning Hell was shaking.

Cracks appeared on the ground, but this time there were no countless demon armies born in the cracks!

Just like when the Great Demon God Diablo stepped on the crystal dome.

"Damn high-level heaven! For the courage of never compromising and the justice of mankind!"

Bul-Kathos cursed softly, and the anger on his body continued to turn into energy and fill into the Azure Fury.

Izual's tall body slowly emerged from the Azure Fury, and then reached out to hold the handle of the Azure Fury together!

"Bul-Kathos, I hate humans! Because you have half of the devil!"

"I hate angels even more, one by one, they are always looking back and forth, only you and Imprus are acceptable!"

Bul-Kathos's anger washed over the Azure Fury like a tide, and waves of cold air turned into knife light.

"Tsk, Izual! Your legend is too lame!"

When Bul-Kathos finished saying this, Azure Fury broke in the collision with Shadow Fang!

A slight crack!

The remaining half of Azure Fury, with great force and Bul-Kathos's fist, smashed into the layer of protection outside the Burning Hell!

The other half fell to the ground powerlessly, and with a snap, it turned into powder and dissipated.

"Maybe so, it's time for me to return to the high-level heaven."

Izual's figure disintegrated little by little.

"Thanks, barbarian! You redeemed my soul."

"Get out, Izual! You destroyed my spoils of war!"

Bul-Kathos's body withdrew from the posture of Berserker's Fury, gritted his teeth and stuffed the remains of Azure Fury's legend into his backpack.

Izual's legend contains his persistence as an angel. Even if his body was corrupted by the seven demon kings and turned into a demon's claws, his soul was still noble.

Izual was freed, but the legend finally came to an end.

It was the trophy that Bul-Kathos got when he killed the corrupted Izual, but it was eventually destroyed by Izual.

An original legend is not comparable to those imitations.

"Bul-Kathos! You did something wrong!"

Baal put his hand on Leoric's head and shouted loudly.

He completely ignored the fact that his fingers were being hit by the skeleton's giant hammer.

Following Baal's roar, a tiny bit of particles fell from the Shadow Fang.

That's the blade of the Shadow Fang!

Bul-Katho destroyed the Blue Fury in one blow, but damage finally appeared on the Shadow Fang.

Even if it is just a loss like a grain of rice.

Yi Zuer achieved his long-cherished wish and was freed from the shackles of legend!

"Disgusting bedbug! Next time we meet, I will definitely break off that fang of Tasamet!"

Bulcaisuo didn't look back, and directly opened a portal and returned to Harrogas.

Things have come to an end here.

Next time, Bulcaisel will bring the power of Diavolo and the identity of a certain archangel to meet Baal and the others again.

By then, Shadow Fang will surely be destroyed!

…

"My brother, I saw it. I saw Annihilation coming to earth despite your requests.

I saw the aura of death coming from Annihilation, and I want you to stop him. "

Death sat on his lonely throne, muttering softly.

She is calling for eternity.

Annihilation's aura is being wrapped in the shadow of death, which means Annihilation is entering a dangerous situation.

Annihilation should not appear in the human world. It is precisely because of this that Death realizes Leoric's possible eternal separation.

Eternity has no time to answer the call of death.

The life court in front of him was harassing him moment by moment.

If you are not careful, a large part of the world in the eternal body will be lost.

In order for the world to grow steadily stronger, Eternity can only face the attacks of the Tribunal of Life carefully.

Eternal could think of what Annihilation had done, but he couldn't get out during this time.

The Living Tribunal is an existence he must face carefully.

Eternity is temporarily disconnected.

Death didn't wait for her brother's response, but she couldn't contact Annihilation no matter what.

The feeling of loneliness began to invade her heart, and the fear of loss made Death curl up and quietly lean on the throne that still had Leoric's breath.

Death began to become paranoid, and the two rings on his hand began to proliferate and then split.

Thrown into this world!

A gorgeous burial!

The holders of the Ring of Life and the Ring of Death will feel that hostility and will fight on the stage of the entire world.

All the dead will not come to the kingdom of death, but will turn into decaying ashes and be buried for the Skeleton King!

The passing of one existence should be celebrated by the destruction of countless lives.

Death begins to prepare for this greatest destruction!

"Leorric, if this time is our farewell..."

Death whispers...

All the dead souls in that country are gradually fading and then disappearing bit by bit.

If Leoric was simply killed, he would only be resurrected as the Skeleton King.

But if existence is erased, then it no longer exists!

The souls in the realm of death will return to the world as her memory of Leoric!

For the festival of confrontation between life and death, we present wonderful, clumsy, stupid and cruel fire!

Eternal felt what death had done, but at this time he couldn't even say anything to stop it!

The Living Tribunal discovered this move that hindered the development of the world, and its offensive became even more rapid.

Eternity can only resist with all its efforts to protect the world within itself.

…

"May the divine light burn away your sins!"

Johanna muttered words while galloping on the land of hell.

The power of the Crusader rushed into Hela's body through the chains of the god's war horse, like filling a rubber ball with water.

Hela felt her body expanding little by little.

The power she had gained before was constantly burning, causing her endless pain!

"Ah↑ah↓ah↓ah↑!!!"

Hela let out a cry of pain, and the feeling of her body being filled and beginning to expand was eroding her sanity.

The body was dragged on the ground, blood spilled all the way.

But the wound healed little by little under the strength of Johanna.

The power of the Hell Demon turned into gas like boiling water, blowing away her skin and flesh.

The severe pain made the hatred in her heart even stronger.

Imprisoned by Odin in the sunless underworld of Helm, Hela's heart has been wandering between pain and hatred.

Want to redeem her?

It's impossible just to have power constantly scouring and torturing!

Hela's hatred will last for thousands of years and will not be simply eliminated.

But this also means that she will endure Johanna's "redemption" for a longer period of time.

People who devote themselves wholeheartedly to hatred will not reflect on themselves, and people who only want to prove themselves will not listen to other people's persuasion.

Even at this time, Hela was swollen like a corpse buried in the ground with a "giant view", and the skin was separated from the flesh and bones and trembling like a balloon.

She didn't feel the slightest remorse.

The power of the Crusaders is not very sophisticated, and the process of being washed away by divine faith is full of pain.

But the lotus blooming in the mud is the most beautiful, and the flower in the depth of sin is incomparably beautiful.

"May you bear the pain I feel right now one day!"

Hela spoke in Johanna's tone, her voice trembling in pain.

The cold hatred in it was like substance, resisting Johanna's power.

Johanna didn't say much.

She is a Crusader, not a priest!

For her, redemption is just a means to witness whether an existence still has a chance.

The hopeless will turn into ashes in the endless flight, and the remaining ones are the existences worthy of redemption.

What happened in Bulkesso was more worthy of Johanna's attention than Hela.

She felt the turbulence on the ground, felt the anger from Bulcaisuo passing through the air, and her mind had already flown to Bulcaisuo.

Of course she would pay attention to the coming of the Burning Hell, and she was not stupid enough to be easily attracted to it.

But Johanna also knew very well that if she didn't leave, the Hell Demon would not show up in front of her and Bulcasso.

Now that there is only one lie and three demons left, more than two hell demons will not appear in this place.

All she had to do was give the Demon King of Hell a chance to show up.

As for Hela, an excuse to leave.

"Redeeming" a sinless person is only incidental.

Compassion is always there, but mercy should only be shown to people who have always been kind.

The Crusaders are an armed force! They are combatants fighting against demons!

Forgiveness without a bottom line will only lead to more hatred.

"Johanna, teleport here!"

Bulcaisel's voice rang in Johanna's ears, and the turmoil on the ground finally stopped.

Johanna waved the butcher's knife with only the handle left, opened the portal in front of her, dragged Hela and rushed in directly.

No slowing down…

When she passed through the portal, she collided directly with Mocott's pickup truck.

Johanna's horse rushed over without wavering, and the pickup truck forged by Rasuk turned into pieces in mid-air.

"Ha! Johanna!"

Mocott shouted loudly in mid-air and landed directly in front of Johanna with a somewhat weird posture.

There was excitement in his voice, and it wasn't worth caring about the fact that the pickup truck forged by Rasuk was broken into pieces!

Who said that Rasuk's craftsmanship was not good enough to add the legendary Sakala shoulder armor to the car.

A car that cannot even be indestructible is not interesting at all!

"Mocott? What does this mean?"

The war horse that Johanna was riding suddenly disappeared, and Hela behind her finally had time to rest.

She rolled twice like a bloated rubber ball and hit a rock and stopped.

"Who is this again?"

Tony sat by a campfire and asked Rumlow next to him, with curiosity in his eyes.

Although Johanna didn't look energetic and her armor was covered in dust, it couldn't cover up the dazzling brilliance.

Tony was a little concerned about his heroic appearance.

Natasha on the other hand was comparing her appearance with Johanna.

This is Natasha's habit. Rare beauties will always subconsciously compare their beauty.

There's nothing malicious in it, but it's just a comparison.

"I don't know, but he is obviously an acquaintance of the ancestors."

Rumlow rubbed his nose, and then his body shook unnaturally.

Even after becoming a barbarian, the evil in him did not disappear.

When facing Johanna, he instinctively felt the danger.

"What about the ball at the back?"

When Tony said "ball", Hela's body began to return to its original state little by little.

She is also a rare beauty, but much more enchanting.

The meager strength of the Hell Demon King in Hela's body had been burned away by the previous drag.

It's just that the feelings full of hatred haven't had time to be reversed.

"have no idea."

Rumlow avoided Johanna's gaze intentionally or unintentionally, and spoke in a perfunctory manner.

Then Thor stood in front of Hela and stretched out his arm.

"Madam, I feel a familiar aura from your body."

Thor spoke boldly, and his conversation and behavior seemed no different from those of the young people chatting up on the street.

"Me too."

Hela straightened her appearance, then grabbed Thor's hand and stood up.

The aura inherited from Odin on Thor made Hela very unhappy.

After just one face-to-face encounter, she already recognized the identity of the person in front of her.

Even though she was imprisoned, Hela was still able to get some information from her brothers who served as jailers.

News of Thor was something Baldr always mentioned.

Thor, the next Lord of Asgard.

Although Baldr has been directly killed by Mephisto, Hela is always full of nostalgia for this younger brother.

That was the brother who had been with her the longest.

Besides Odin, he is the person she hates the most.

"Johanna, long time no see. It seems like you are not having a good time these days?"

Vader suddenly appeared in front of him and greeted Johanna.

Behind Vader, Banner and Betty were constantly observing all this.

As for General Ross, he was called away by Old General Qualkek at this time.

Probably undergoing correction.

"I heard that some of your recruits can bite brown bread with their gums without making a sound?"

Johanna took out the remaining piece of black bread and waved it around, asking Vida.

She still remembered Bulcasso's cold jokes from before.

Rumlow poked Casillas, who was sitting next to him, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"Ha, you're famous, brother."

"Shut up, if you don't want to feel my forehead that has been tempered by the ancestors of Canuk!"

Casillas growled rudely.

As soon as he bit the black bread with his gums, Casillas felt the pain in his jaw.

This is a conditioned reflex.

"Johanna, although I said it before, I have to say it again. Welcome back!"

Bulkeso stood in the middle of the crowd and said to Johanna.

"Welcome back."

"Welcome!"

The ancestors who were familiar with Johanna followed Bulkeso's words and said welcome.

Even the ancestors who were not so familiar nodded to Johanna as a greeting.

"It just so happens that our new festival is called 'reunion', a glorious reunion with the ancestors, and a reunion with comrades!"

Aunt Mara rarely appears in other people's sight. This kind old woman said with a smile.

"Then let's call it 'Reunion Festival', it's almost the same anyway."

Vorusk stroked his beard and said, and this festival was decided.

...

It's called a festival, but the festival of the barbarians is not complicated.

Or basically, the guys who have spent their lives in battle are not interested in complicated things.

Festivals are good as long as they are happy. In addition to fighting, eating and drinking may be the simplest happiness.

In the blacksmith workshop of Rasuk, Bul-Kathos was talking to Vorusk about the previous things.

Bul-Kathos was gently knocking on a shield in his hand.

That was the weapon in Johanna's hand.

Johanna sat upright on a chair on the side in coarse cloth clothes, listening to Bul-Kathos and Vorusk talking about what happened before.

"So, you sent an Izual to the High Heaven, and then lost a legend? And you stuffed Leoric into an abyss where there is nothing but being beaten?"

Vorusk said with a clenched teeth.

Vorusk doesn't like to suffer losses.

If anyone tells him that suffering a loss is a blessing, he will curse and wish others good luck.

"We have accelerated. It seems that we are now at a disadvantage in terms of numbers."

Bul-Kathos said as he dropped the last hammer on the Crusader shield, then took out the rough iron block for grinding and slowly wiped the shield.

It is not a big deal to simply repair it.

Take out tens of thousands of gold coins from the backpack and melt them into liquid, then sprinkle them on the equipment to repair it.

This is why it only takes a moment for the blacksmiths in the shelter to repair equipment.

The gold coins dropped from the demons carry extraordinary energy.

The blacksmiths in the shelter always have a furnace of liquid melted from gold coins waiting for adventurers to repair equipment.

But Bul-Kathos doesn't like this method very much, so he always personally hammers the deformed equipment back to its original shape little by little with a hammer.

Finally, the liquid is applied to the equipment.

According to him, this can better maintain the original appearance of the equipment and make it easier to use.

"Speed ​​up? That's easy to say. Didn't you just confirm Diablo's resurrection? Now you don't even know the location of Billy, what else are you going to do?"

Vorusk said nonchalantly, and then sat on the ground directly.

As for the disadvantage in numbers, he didn't care much.

At most, he could squeeze the source of power of the Holy Mountain and let the ancestors rush down to fight a good fight.

The impact of this will last for at most ten years, but if it happens once, the Burning Hell or the High-level Heaven will be quiet for about the same time.

Apart from anything else, none of the ancestors with names can be killed by numbers.

Without the same level of existence to restrain them, numbers will be meaningless to the barbarians.

As for the demons of Hamelin's level, Volusk didn't think that the two demons tied up by Leoric could do it.

Diablo is not in the Burning Hell now, and it is a pipe dream to want to create a high-intensity demon.

"Speed ​​up the training of strong enough warriors, otherwise our battle will cause the world to suffer unwarranted harm."

Bulkathos said nonsense seriously.

Vorusk certainly understood these things.

But Volusk would not care about them.

Distracted from protecting the weak when defeating evil, this is the road to death in Volusk's view.

The Immortal King Volusk will only protect his own people at most, and even most of the time he doesn't even do much to protect his people.

Fighting and inheritance are the only things he is responsible for.

"What are you going to do? Open the secret realm to everyone? And then spend time cleaning up those who have gained power and started to do evil?"

Vorusk's tone was disdainful.

The barbarians are quite generous, but they are not suckers.

Not to mention what benefits you want to get, but you can't cause trouble for yourself.

"Do you think numbers are useful? How many years will it take for them to have the strength to stand in front of the devil of hell without being crushed in an instant? Numbers alone are meaningless."

"Train young people who are worth training and give them better conditions. For example, some weapons that do not exceed the standard."

Bulkaso thought for a while and moved his hand a little harder.

Leaving a somewhat ugly scratch on the shield.

Burcasso frowned, picked up the hammer, touched the melted gold coins on the edge, and carefully hammered it again.

"How about giving them better growth conditions and then accelerating their growth time? Maybe we can also let some of the local strong men become barbarians to give them greater possibilities?"

Bulcaisel added, earning a look from Warusk looking at an idiot.

"Do you think a guy who is already strong enough will easily find another way to become stronger? Don't forget, all people who can be called strong are stubborn!"

"I know, but the powerful people in this world seem to be locked in power by something. They may need this opportunity very much."

Bulkesso said with a frown.

This choice is not good.

It also violates fairness.

Giving things to others for no reason will most of the time only lead to suspicion.

I believe there are really not many people who fall into the trap of pie in the sky, and even if they do, they have been deceived by others.

It is obvious that people who want to take advantage are the most easily deceived.

"I heard you know a guy who would be a good fit for the Crusaders?"

Johanna interrupted when she heard this, her eyes serious and curious.

Those whom Bulcaisel considers more suitable to serve as Crusaders are rare.

Bulcaisel rarely commented on others, only when he really needed to.

"That guy seems to be older than you. But his moral character is very similar to that of the Holy Crusaders."

Bulcaisel moved a little closer to the shield in his hand and observed it carefully.

Then after a few gentle taps, the shield became no different from before.

"Steve Rogers, he's endorsed by the Lantern of Justice."

Bulcaisel said calmly, then raised his eyes to observe Johanna's reaction.

The legendary Bulcaisuo, the Lamp Ring of Justice, had already asked for it from Imprius. Even though Bulcaisuo was coming to give it to Johanna, Imprius did not nod in agreement.

Now that the Lantern of Justice recognizes someone else, Bulcasso worries that Johanna will feel lost.

"That is really suitable for the Crusaders. What do you think is more suitable for him to become a Nephalem? Let's talk about it first. I don't intend to give my blood to a stranger."

Johanna took the shield from Bulcasso's hand and waved it casually a few times.

Then he stuffed this Akarat epiphany into his backpack.

"You should have the power to open the secret realm of the Brave Temple, right?"

Bulcasso asked with some apprehension.

The power to open secret realms is most often held by the ghosts of the ancient Nephalem.

The Holy Mountain of Harrogath is a special case. Because of the explosion of Arreat, these ancestors shared this power.

"Hmm. It's just that the Temple of the Brave seems to have been cleansed by Malthael. Now I don't know how to open the secret realm."

Johanna said to Bulcasso with a smile.

"Okay, what do you want?"

Bulkesso said bluntly.

He almost watched Johanna grow up, so she was asking for benefits.

Although it was just a harmless joke, it still gave Bulcasso a headache.

Taking care of children is not a problem for him, but when the children he is familiar with grow up, they become a bit difficult to get along with.

"Forge a ring for me. The ring on my hand was made with the help of Tan Shen, but I still think your craftsmanship is more trustworthy."

Johanna's voice was very calm and hearty.

Bulcasso nodded doubtfully, agreeing to this condition.

The thief god Shen Laotan's skills in forging jewelry are not inferior to Bulcaisuo's skills in forging weapons and armors. In the field of jewelry, Bulcaisuo does not think that he is better than Shen Laotan.

But this is not something that requires getting to the bottom of things.

Johanna will use the best equipment, which is common sense for every adventurer.

"What? You don't seem to be happy about it?"

Johanna said this, then she took out the butcher knife with a small blade under her body and sharpened her nails.

Because he lowered his head and couldn't see her expression.

On the side, Warusk dug out a bottle of wine from the bottom of Rasuk's blacksmith workshop and poured it directly into his mouth.

"Aren't we talking about accelerating now? Why did you end up at the forging?"

Warusk finished his drink, wiped his mouth and interrupted the conversation.

"Can the Crusaders train on a large scale?"

Warusk asked directly. Since he had already said this, he could just continue with the topic.

"It's not easy, but there is some hope of creating guys like Cormac on a large scale. It's just that the will is a little hard to say."

Johanna thought for a moment and then said.

Templars and Crusaders are not the same profession, but there are still some similarities.

It's just that Johanna can't guarantee that all the guys she trains will become noble.

You must know that there are also many corrupted guys in the Knights Templar.

Cormac even killed his former comrade during the adventure, and that guy had long since become a minion of the devil.

"Then give it a try. The worst that can happen is that Tarik will be sacrificed and the evidence of shame will be placed in the training ground for those guys to use every day!"

Bulcasso gritted his teeth and said.

Borrowing weapons from other ancestors is not a simple matter.

Weapons that have been with you for hundreds of years are not something that can be easily lent out.

The three ancestors used their legends to crush Azmodan's soul for Bul-Kathos at that time, and it always feels a bit too much to borrow weapons now.

"Troubles always come one after another"

Vorusk dug another bottle out from the ground, but stopped after just taking a sip.

His face also became a little strange.

"I have something to go out for a while, you guys chat first."

Vorusk stood up directly, then walked out with the bottle in his hand, his steps were a little anxious.

Not long after, Rasuk's angry curses came out, and then you could hear the sound of a fist hitting his face.

"What happened?"

Johanna asked with curiosity, and Bul-Kathos looked a little embarrassed.

"Vorusk dug what Rasuk buried. That guy learned to make wine with me for a while, and planned to use the stuff of the fallen demon to make wine, but later it seemed that we all forgot where the bottle of wine was buried."

Bul-Kathos was a little hesitant when he spoke.

It seems that Volusk won the prize.

But it seemed a bit too much for a thief like him to turn around and attack the victim.

"It seems that there are always some things on Harrogath that I don't know."

Johanna's face also became strange.

She knew that Bul-Kathos used the blood of demons to make wine.

But Bul-Kathos used the blood of guys like Diablo, the stuff of the Fallen...

Johanna found it hard to imagine.

Obviously this was not a good choice.