$608 Volusk's Last Treasure

"I thought you would be delayed a little longer, Burkeso."

Vorusk on the floor raised his head and said.

The reason why he was in this posture was that his injuries were not much better.

Even if the first generation ancestor jumped out and distributed life to the ancestors on the holy mountain.

But it seemed that Volusk was missed. It is said that the first generation ancestor would not make such a mistake.

"If I leave for a little longer, I am afraid I don't know what the holy mountain has become after I come back.

Vorusk, I think you know how important the Holy Mountain of Harrogas is to us and to me."

Bulkeso looked at Volusk lying on the ground with deep eyes, and then sat directly beside Volusk.

"Do you need me to feed you some wine by hand?

Or are you finally going to stand up?"

Bulkeso took out a few bottles of wine from his backpack and placed them in front of Volusk one by one.

"Heh, you never took anything other than yourself seriously from the beginning.

Honestly, who else can you trust besides yourself?

I don't know if this is your nature or a warning from Uldyssian. If it's the latter, then I can only praise Uldyssian's foresight."

Vorusk lowered his head, his face flat on the ground, as if the tall nose bridge didn't exist.

"Shadowfang was taken to the Holy Mountain of Harrogath. Do you have anything to say?

In addition, Kanai and Diablo are both in the Dark Soul Stone.

If you have anything to tell them, you can tell them directly, and they can hear it.

Of course, if you plan to meet them in person, you can."

Bulkasso crushed the mouth of a wine bottle and poured it into his mouth with his head tilted back.

Moderate drinking is good for health?

That's right, but it's for those alcoholics.

In fact, once alcohol enters the body, it has only bad effects.

It's just that the physical condition of the Nephalem is much better than that of ordinary people, and the barbarians are famous for their physical strength among the Nephalem.

This is why these warriors didn't fall under the influence of alcohol.

"What do I want to say?

I want to say that no one can defeat death, but you will definitely say I'm talking nonsense."

Volusk's face was still pressed against the ground, and his voice became a little weird.

"No, it's true that no one can defeat death, at most they can just escape the arrival of death.

Even if our lifespan is still an unknown, it is undeniable that we will still die.

Isn't that what people are like?"

Bul-Katho patted the ground of the Elder Temple, and waves of power surged up and infused into Volusk's body.

These energies may not be enough to restore Volusk to his peak, but it is more than enough to give him basic mobility.

"You can use the ancestral summon now. I'm back with Kanai.

Your strongest side can finally appear in front of these guys. Aren't you happy?"

Bulkeso looked indifferent. Just looking at his expression, he couldn't be happy.

What did Volusk look like when he was the strongest?

He turned into the posture of the Berserker's Wrath, and Kanai's ancestral spirit stood beside him.

One Kanai is enough to match the three ancestors. Although Kanai doesn't like the path chosen by Volusk,

he can't deny Volusk's strength.

"Why call him out?

Look at how embarrassed I am now?

Instead of talking to me about Kanai, you might as well think about how the strong people in this world view us."

Vorusk sat up and took a bottle of wine.

"They won't thank us, because it's our arrival that makes them face enemies they shouldn't have faced.

If this happens to you and me, neither of us will like dangerous people.

Then there's no reason to ask others to do what we can't do."

Bulkeso knocked his head. The confrontation between Diablo and Kanai was a little too noisy.

"I thought you had full trust in that mage."

A sneer appeared on Volusk's face.

"Of course, I trust them.

But this doesn't stop them from hating us when they face disasters.

At most, it's just a fight. The one who survives is the winner, and the winner naturally has the right to speak."

Bulkeso tilted his head and tapped the ground lightly with his hands, as if he was ready to hum a little song at any time.

Bulkeso has never concealed his selfishness and desires. The strong always have to get more vivid.

Otherwise, what's the difference between him and the common people?

Sing the loudest!

When you curse, use the dirtiest words to express your anger.

Of course, there should be no regrets when dying in battle.

Because when they were alive, they had enough time to enjoy everything they could, such as the flesh and blood of demons and the spring water of angels.

And the delicious food they could occasionally encounter.

"Do you think you are a good person?"

Vorusk became a little long-winded. He asked Kanai this question back then.

But Kanai didn't give him an answer.

"Good man? Doing anything for others is good, but when you help someone, you may hurt another person.

Then what's the point of being a good man?

It's like you challenged death without knowing your own strength, and then brought so much loss to the barbarians.

So are you a good man?"

Bulkeso raised his head and looked at Volusk carefully.

Tired eyes, thin face, shriveled body seemed to be able to stand only by relying on that hard bone.

"Of course I am, who dares to stand in front of me and say I am a bad person?

Is it you? Or Kanai? Or those guys who enjoy the living space I exchanged for my life from the hands of the devil, but keep cursing me?

No one dares to say I am a bad person in front of me, so I am a good person."

Vorusk pulled from behind, dragging out the Immortal King's stone crusher with some effort.

"I still remember the first stone crusher you imitated, that thing is just right for hitting flies."

After saying that, Volusk took a sip of wine.

"I saw the scars left by Odin on Diablo's body. Obviously, hatred has begun to grow in this world.

They will hate me, hate you, and even hate the barbarians.

But when the demons appear in front of them, they are still trustworthy."

Bul-Kathos said something without a beginning or an end.

This kind of thing has been proven.

The hatred between the Nephalem is messy.

Barbarians and mages, mages and monks, druids and necromancers, demon hunters and mages...

It seems that mages have more enemies...

But no matter how much hatred there is between them, they still try their best when facing demons.

Perhaps this is because of the first generation of Nephalem. Anyway, demons have always existed as the biggest enemy.

"Thor didn't get all my power and opportunities, although I really admire him..."

"Nonsense! Your secret realm is polluted. Can he still see your power and authority as the Immortal King?

But it doesn't matter. Rorschach is there. He will become the next Immortal King.

Even if he has the power of Diablo and Tyrael in his body now, I still think so."

Bulkeso clinked the bottle with Volusk,

and the two big men poured wine into their mouths together.

"Here we go again. Although I don't have a deep impression of Uldyssian, Kanai said that Uldyssian always does this kind of thing.

Talking to himself, outsiders don't understand why he is so confident.

Are you Bulkeso or Uldyssian?

Or is it a shirtless man..."

"Pah!"

A big slap in the face made Volusk turn three circles on the ground.

"I don't like this name. Although I just feel very embarrassed, I don't want to hear it."

Bulkeso stroked his beard, and there was no emotion on his face.

But there is no need to look at their faces to see his current emotions.

Bul-Kathos's actions have already explained his actions.

"Perhaps you are born different from us, at least I understand after I know what a tie is."

Volusk shook his head and sat back down, then poured all the wine that he had just tried hard to protect from spilling into his mouth.

"You and Uldyssian should not have been born in our world,

Perhaps the Great Demon God is bound to appear, and perhaps after the destruction of Mount Arreat, the barbarians should have lost their foundation.

Perhaps, after the Great Demon God appeared, it was Sonya and other young warriors who sought victory.

In the trajectory of all this, it is probably the most normal development without you?

I should have thought of it a long time ago. Only those who were born outside the world can escape fate.

Although that guy Madoc never said this, and Raiko was silent about your affairs.

But I know that you are not favored by the harsh love of fate."

Volusk rubbed his swollen left face and talked incessantly.

"Perhaps you should also extend your right cheek for me to slap, so that you will look a bit more youthful."

Bulkeso did not directly answer Volusk's question.

"I remember when I first met the first ancestor, he was wearing a wilderness suit, with the two swords in your hands on his waist.

When I saw you wearing this legendary suit for the first time, I thought I saw him."

Vorusk's voice became distant, as if he was telling a story that has been passed down through the ages.

"So who was it that made Helabor object to my name change?"

Bulkeso took up the topic by the way.

He didn't expect his name to be "Bulkeso" at first, although there is no rule among barbarians that they cannot have the same name as their ancestors.

But the status of the first ancestor is also extraordinary.

"Maybe it's Maddock?

Anyway, when you were young, you didn't look like you would become the most powerful warrior. You were stupid and dumb at that time.

I suspected that you would starve to death because of getting lost or something like that.

I didn't let go of this worry until I saw you stuff a lot of black bread into your backpack."

Vorusk crushed the empty bottle with his hands until it was like dust, and then blew it away in one breath.

"Even though you are dead, you still can't let go of your responsibility as the Immortal King. You could have closed your eyes at that time."

"Close your eyes? That's easy to say. If you die in battle, will you have no thoughts of revenge?"

"I don't know. I might have resentment in the past, but now I can't even feel fear. I don't know if I will be very calm when facing death."

"Tsk, I believe that your soul will become complete at the moment of death, and then cry like a fool under the outbreak of years of accumulated fear-beep-"

Say what you want to say in a muted voice, Volusk, you are really good!

"That's enough gossip, and I'll give you the farewell wine.

Then Volusk, the great second-generation Immortal King.

Are you ready to face Kanai? Of course, you still have to face your fear."

Bulkeso said without comment.

If nothing unexpected happens, Volusk and Kanai will probably realize their long-cherished wish.

After that, the two ancestors can close their eyes peacefully and enjoy eternal peace.

Bul-Kathos didn't know if this was a good thing or not.

"Alas~ I thought of this before, so I left something with Orek.

If Thor, the kid, returns to the Holy Mountain again, I'll take him to find Orek."

Volusk clapped his hands and stood up, then picked up all the wine on the ground.

You can't go to see an old friend you've wanted to see for a long time empty-handed.

"If I vomit in the Dark Soul Stone, will you ask about the sour smell of vomit?"

Volusk squinted his eyes and smiled evilly, looking a little more free and easy.

His body became more sturdy little by little, like an inflatable, and his shriveled muscles became elastic again.

"It's unlikely, but I'll probably feel sick."

Bul-Kathos smiled, then knocked Rorschach, who was about to wake up, unconscious again.

It's not time for Rorschach to wake up yet.

As for what Volusk left for Thor, Bul-Kathos didn't want to know.

"Ha, I think you'll like it.

Like the nutrients with the taste of wine that Diablo's soul has turned into!

When that happens, you'll be one step closer to realizing your dream."

Vorusk twisted his neck, and now his face has returned to his strongest appearance, but one side of his face is swollen, making him less majestic.

"Honestly, why don't you let me slap you again, so that when you see Kanai, you can still say that you've gained weight."

Bulkeso rubbed his eyes, wondering if there was sand in his eyes.

"Let me tell you one more thing. Don't lose face for the barbarians.

After you sit on the throne, your every move will represent the barbarians.

We are called barbarians, and we even accept this title.

But we have civilization, heritage, knowledge, and everything that civilization should have.

If one day you lose face, kill all the guys who see you lose face!

Then you will still be the perfect immortal king."

Vorusk walked towards Bul-Kathos, and as he walked, his figure gradually turned into a ray of light and rushed into the dark soul stone.

Only one bottle of wine fell into Bul-Kathos's hands.

"This is my last bottle of treasure. If you want to free Cassius, give it to him.

If he doesn't want it, then you can drink it.

Anyway, it's not very delicious. It's made with Andariel's claws. I always smell foot odor when I drink it. So it's a reward for the warriors."

Vorusk left the last words and disappeared in front of Bul-Kathos!

A ray of light flashed across the dry and damaged throne, and it became brand new.

From now on, no one will tell Bul-Kathos what to do.

He will have to bear all the barbarians' affairs alone!

The number of Volusk's treasures has never been large, and this is the last bottle used as a prize to praise heroes.

Anyway, if there are any heroes born among the barbarians in the future, it will be Bul-Kathos who will reward them.

It depends on whether Cassius is willing to enjoy the eternal peace of this wine with the smell of feet.