438 The Boredom of Gossip

Who, as a human being, would be wholeheartedly devoted to the angels and demons who are high above them?

Even if there are, they are probably those who have never seen them.

At least the Nephalem will not treat angels and demons wholeheartedly, after all, the ugly appearance of these guys has long been exposed to humans.

At this time, on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, several ancestors were gathered together and whispered.

To say whispered, it just means that their conversation will not be leaked.

The barbarians themselves are used to things like loud voices.

"What the hell! Why do you three ancestors have to let me decide the matter between you!?"

Kahn was waving his sword in dissatisfaction, his face was dark.

The strong have never been cast in the same mold.

Even if these guys are barely a group in terms of their positions, their wills are equally firm and difficult to shake.

Kahn couldn't understand why Maddock wanted him to take over the responsibility of the three ancestors.

After all, the accusation of the three ancestors is not something that can be replaced by someone else.

Kahn's intuition told him that Maddock had some plan, and Maddock had no confidence in it, otherwise he would not have made such an arrangement.

"Ahem! You know, my soul was seriously injured before, and now I am no match for Kolik and Tallik."

Madock said while coughing.

There was some ridicule on his face.

Such an expression made it more difficult for others to distinguish his true thoughts, but it was obvious that there was some conspiracy.

Kahn could guarantee it with his own sword!

So he rolled his eyes and glanced at Cassius who was standing a little further away.

The posture of "Cassius, say something" was a bit ridiculous.

"Do you believe it? Cassius? Anyway, I don't believe it!"

Kahn said this, and the sword in his hand smashed down directly at Maddock's head.

This kind of posture of waving the sword is not the kind of fighting, but a test.

After all, using a sword as a hammer is not a regular use.

"I don't believe it either. Maddock is a bastard who always likes to lie."

Casius stroked his beard and nodded in approval.

After saying these two sentences, Kahn's attack landed on Maddock's head without any obstruction, making a clear sound.

It is obvious that the quality of this pair of swords is very good, otherwise it would not make such a beautiful sound.

"I say, do you feel the soul of the first ancestor?"

Olongus sat cross-legged on a stone on one side, holding a large sculpture in his hand, which was his own appearance.

The fighting method of boulder throwing is not just to take out a roughly round stone, but such a stone can make the attack come faster.

On the other side, after the first generation of Bulkaso was dealt with by Lasma, the fluctuations had been transmitted to the hearts of these ancestors.

The palpitation from the depths of the soul is also a great pressure for the barbarians.

"The first ancestor? He is a good man."

Maddock said after a sigh.

Good people and good "people" are not the same.

The first generation of Bul-Kathos was the latter.

As for whether he wanted to announce to his parents that he had entered a rebellious period or wanted to protect his brothers, Madoc didn't care at all.

He only cared whether his friends had become the target of that guy.

Although Bul-Kathos didn't say it, the Holy Mountain had seen it.

A small group of souls of the first generation wanted to occupy Bul-Kathos's powerful body, and this was not something that Madoc could accept.

The glory of the ancestors needs successors to let the legend be passed down forever.

But this does not mean that barbarians should strangely become the bodies of ancestors!

There is no high or low in life itself!

The strong can certainly make demands on the weak and set rules.

But the value of life is not something that can be measured with these things.

Barbarians pay attention to this thing.

"There are so many good people in this world. Nilasek was also a good person before he became a demon."

Cassius was a little dissatisfied.

He didn't like this kind of brain-stimulating stuff, and simple battles and fighting could better let him show his value.

But he didn't quite agree that the First Ancestor was a good man.

Even though he taught forging technology to primitive humans, Cassius would not treat him differently.

He fought with his fists and didn't care about swords.

"Good people don't necessarily do good things. The First Ancestor is dead." Kahn made a supplementary explanation, looking at Maddock with a bit of unkindness: "Is there any necessary connection between this and your desire for me to take over?"

Obviously he was still dissatisfied with Maddock's statement.

"Of course not, it's just that I plan to take a vacation for a while. I was seriously injured, so I can only hand over the most important responsibility to a trustworthy guy.

So between you and Kalju, the Sword Master always sounds more impressive than the Shield Master."

Maddock grinned and said.

"Your flattery means nothing to me. Anyway, I don't care about these things."

In fact, it still has some effect, at least Kahn is very happy. But things became a little strange afterwards.

"You mean, the First Ancestor will appear where we are?"

Cassius rubbed his chin and said with a distressed look.

At this point, things were quite clear.

Sonya has the blood of the first generation in her body, and the will... this place is called Harrogas.

Who knows if the first generation ancestor will suddenly appear on the holy mountain.

Although Sonya and Nazebo, who appeared and left in a hurry, said that the main body of the will of the first generation was in the original world.

But everything is afraid of that one.

In most cases, the one-off is not good news.

"Madoc means that when that guy appears in front of us, should we listen to Bulkaiso's command or listen to him."

Orlongus crushed the sculpture in his hand.

The broken stones fell to the ground with a rustle and merged into the land of the holy mountain.

There was a strong taste of disdain in Orlongus' words.

The first generation ancestor is still too far away, and the current Bulkaiso can see it more clearly.

Unknown guys always make everything subtle.

"Will you listen to others? When did we not decide what to do and what not to do?"

The swords in Kahn's hands collided with each other, making a series of bangs.

As soon as Kahn spoke, the guys present calmed down.

Barbarians have their own ideas.

The Immortal King can set some rules, but enforcement has always been a problem.

Men should choose what to believe and what not to believe.

These rough guys are stubborn as if they have a brick on their necks.

Those who can't do this have long been corrupted, and they are not able to appear on the holy mountain in this form.

"I said a long time ago that it is a delusion to want to make the world peaceful by self-consciousness. I still want to beat someone up."

Cassius walked forward a few steps, stood in front of Maddock and bent down.

The height difference is still a bit big, so this is the only way for the two to look at each other.

"It won't be long before the first generation ancestor appears. I can feel it."

Madock said a little weakly, and his eyes became a little blurred.

"Hahaha! Funny! You finally learned my sense of humor!"

Cassius laughed, but he was the only one who laughed.

"What's wrong? Didn't Madok lose his status as a prophet after he died? Or do you all know it, but I don't know it!?"

After hearing what Cassius said, Olungus, who had a good relationship with him, pressed his forehead helplessly.

"Cassius, Madok is the gatekeeper chosen by the first generation of ancestors. The three ancestors can all feel some of that guy's status.

Please, before you say something you think is funny, can you think about it carefully!"

Olungus stood up directly. If he hadn't been unable to beat Cassius, this place would have been full of boulders.

Just as Madok was talking to these ancestors, Tallik at the gate of the Holy Mountain finally went to work.

"Korlik, do you think Bul-Katho can let us continue?"

Tallik said to Kolik, who was about to leave beside him, with a confused look in his eyes.

"Which one are you talking about?"

Korlik paused and asked this.

This question is nonsense, the ancestors all know which one he is talking about.

But this topic seems a bit inappropriate.

"The one who is constantly running around to become stronger, I guess he has found something interesting now."

Tallik had to cooperate with Kolik to perform.

There is only this little fun on the Holy Mountain.

"I think I am more familiar with the guy you are talking about. Although he is a little weird, I am more willing to believe him than the one who lives in the legend."

Kolik left the gate of the Holy Mountain after he finished speaking.

Now he is going to find Madok, he has something to discuss with Madok.

Tallik took out the certificate of shame and put it in front of him to look at it, and no longer said anything to Kolik.

This legend that has been with him for who knows how many years, he will have new ideas every time he sees it.

"Shame? Maybe. After all, that is the devil of hell."

Tallik muttered, not paying attention to Kalju who was just behind the gate of the Holy Mountain.

The accusation of being a gatekeeper is like a curse. Even when they are alive, they don't have much freedom.

They can only leave the gate of the holy mountain in one way, that is, let Bul-Katho use the ancestral summon.

Only Bul-Katho can fully call their will to the world outside the holy mountain.

Being a gatekeeper is not happy at all, but it is full of glory.

Even if this glory can be traced back to the will of the first generation of ancestors, the most praiseworthy thing is the gatekeeper's own ideas.

This position is the best boast.

…

Wayne returned to his bat cave at this time, followed by Craig.

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Ah Fu is cleaning up the hygiene here, and he didn't show any expression when he saw Wayne return.

This Ah Fu didn't have red hair, nor did he have a lot of dirty talk.

He wouldn't destroy the parking lot with a tornado.

All he can do is to help his young master realize his dream as an elder.

The method is to accompany him for a long time, but it will not be long enough.

All he has is the kindness and responsibility of an elder.

"I have to say that this place doesn't look very comfortable. It's too humid, and I don't like this place very much."

Craig said this, but his eyes kept looking back and forth with excitement.

At this time, he seemed a little detached.

"That's an illusion."

Wayne's cold reply made Craig know that he had been bored.

"Do you wake up from this place every day? It looks and feels ordinary. But it's better than before.

At that time, I had to work several jobs every day and I couldn't see any hope at all, but I didn't expect that my lover would face the most difficult choice faster than me."

Craig's nature as "Craig" began to revive.

Now he has initially gotten rid of the influence of Vandaroni and Karasim.

At least he is much more lively.

The way he was only interested in boxing before was not in line with his habits at all.

Wayne saw Craig's face was a little strange, so he took his half-masked helmet from the hanger on the side to cover his expression.

There was a reason for bringing Craig to this place.

According to the ancestors, Craig himself is the embodiment of the rules of life, and his weakness is only caused by the fact that he has not yet mastered his own body.

A person who can't die?

Annihilation's work content already has the part of erasing some "bugs" in the world.

Annihilation, which can even deal with existence, will not be able to deal with a guy with immortality?

Unless the status has reached the point where Annihilation is unwilling to waste the treatment, otherwise, what reason does Annihilation have to watch Craig's life encounter various misfortunes and do nothing?

Because Craig is special.

"I wake up from a 100-square-meter bed every day. Will you believe me when I say this."

Wayne took some energy drinks and stuffed them into his mouth from Ah Fu's hand.

He hadn't had time to change his clothes yet.

But he really doubted this kind of thing.

But the energy that Master Wayne spent on justice.

Now it's good, at least Craig has some simple truths.

Pretending to be a guy who knows nothing, this performance Wayne doesn't intend to expose.