006 Barbarians Who Settled in the Crowd

Bul-Kathos didn't think that people from different worlds would understand the way to obtain information in his world, so he reminded them.

But the gruff voice made his actions seem particularly rude.

Although Bul-Kathos was a barbarian, his integrity was recognized by everyone in that world.

It was only when he walked to the last battle that Tyrael was his only friend, except for those fighting partners scattered around the world.

Other friends had long been dissipated in the smoke of endless battles, leaving nothing but memories.

According to the method Bul-Kathos said, the Ancient One put her spirit into the gem that flashed red light. At that moment, she saw an existence that she had never seen in her long life.

The Skeleton King stood up from the throne, holding the hideous scepter and waving the cold breath of the dead, showing the spirit of a mad king.

I saw the lie king, Biel, remove the disguise of the humble illusion of the human body in the palace, revealing the body of the devil of hell that seemed to be able to destroy the world. I saw Biel drag the palace into the domain of the devil of hell, fighting with the poisonous fog and huge body.

I saw the wizard association where Magtan stood, the human beings who lost their minds, and the endless hell army of Azmodan.

In the high-level heaven, the valiant archangel Inprius was injured all over his body by the power of the great devil, and Diablo's earth-shaking power crushed the crystal dome.

Until I saw Bul-Kathos swing the whirlwind that seemed to destroy everything under the power of the angel of death.

The fragments of Bul-Kathos's battle experience were presented to the Supreme Mage, and she finally understood what Bul-Kathos represented at this moment.

Bul-Kathos is one of the saviors of mankind, and the guardian of justice and kindness, and the controller of endless anger.

Bul-Kathos's ruggedness, integrity, directness and strength left a deep enough impression in the Supreme Mage's mind.

This memory quickly passed through the mind of the Ancient One Mage, and in a short time, the Ancient One had read through those memories.

"I have to say that those battles made me feel scared, and the bloody scenes made people feel uncomfortable many times." The Ancient One murmured to himself.

Of course, she could tell whether those images were just illusions. Although she had no confidence in defeating Bul-Kathos in a head-on battle, she believed that she would not make a mistake about whether the image was real or illusory.

She had personally experienced the anger and murderous aura of Bul-Kathos in that memory not long ago, and she could confirm that everything had really happened.

From this memory, she could even feel that Bul-Kathos's power was gradually growing stronger, until it was as strong as she had experienced before.

Even though Bul-Kathos came from a world that was completely unfamiliar to the Ancient One, she was sure that Bul-Kathos would not become a threat to the world.

Ancient One adjusted his expression, which was a little out of control due to surprise, and bowed slightly to Bul-Kathos.

"Respected Barbarian King, Mr. Bul-Kathos, is there anything I can do for you?"

"You just believe me? Your straightforwardness makes me feel more favorable." Bul-Kathos was a little surprised, just as he couldn't completely believe the strange wizard who appeared in front of him at the beginning. He didn't think that he would be trusted by others immediately after suddenly appearing in this world.

Even if he didn't plan to do anything else to prove himself.

"The powerful force in you is the most powerful persuasion. A strong man like you doesn't need to use lies to achieve some insignificant goals." Ancient One said his opinion very frankly.

Although this sentence is somewhat flattering, it is the most sincere understanding of Bul-Kathos in Ancient One's heart.

Having seen Bul-Kathos's power, Ancient One can distinguish some information she needs, and barbarians are too easy to understand.

Fire and strong wine, fighting and survival are the destinations of these warriors.

In the world of Diablo full of despair, living is already a difficult pursuit.

"So what are your plans now?"

Faced with Ancient One's question, Bul-Kathos seemed a little hesitant.

After leaving the world of Diablo, he also lost the battlefield where he needed to fight, leaving only this holy mountain with snow for thousands of years to accompany him.

There are no compatriots or friends, only the bottle of strong liquor in his hand that can heal injuries can bring a fiery burning sensation.

"Maybe I will go and see this world."

As he spoke, Bul-Kathos bit his tongue, and then poured the bottle of strong liquor-flavored potion into his mouth fiercely.

Mentioning the topic of the future, Bul-Kathos gradually fell into depression in the burning sensation brought by the strong liquor.

"Earth, I just don't know if this is my hometown?" Bul-Kathos's murmur did not surprise Ancient One.

She misunderstood what Bul-Kathos meant, thinking that this powerful barbarian wanted a new hometown.

As for the earth that Bul-Kathos mentioned before, she also ignored it. In Ancient One's mind, that "Earth" is just a name, just like "Midgard".

As long as we are sure that this powerful existence is not a threat, then why should we care about some minor things?

It was just that "going home" was the belief that kept Burkesos going for who knows how many years, but now Burkesos could hardly tell where his home was.

Was it the endless wailing in the shelter, or the gradually blurring warm nest that only left a shallow picture in his memory?

"My world is not as dangerous as the world you live in. At least most people don't need to go to the battlefield like your world to get a tiny living space. Are you interested in settling here?"

Ancient One invited Burkesos. If this powerful barbarian had feelings for this world, then the world would be a little safer.

After seeing the power of Burkesos and his companions in Burkesos's memory fragments, Ancient One hoped to get the help of this powerful barbarian.

The long river of time is not unchanging, and Ancient One has long been prepared for death.

But the opportunity to pay less cost when the disaster comes is right in front of her, so why should she miss it?

Burkesos's eyes stared at Ancient One's face. This was the first time he looked closely at this bald woman.

Even the female monk companions who followed Karasim from the Sky Temple to the Sanctuary did not completely shave their heads.

This image is too rare for women.

But the image of a bald head has a charm that is difficult to describe in words on the Ancient One. It has nothing to do with gender, but is simply the beauty of human beings.

"Then Master, help me open a blacksmith shop among the people. Apart from fighting, this is all I can do."

Bul-Kathos stared at the Ancient One and spoke in the smallest voice he could.

Even though Bul-Kathos' voice was still low and powerful, it was no longer harsh.