$675 Harrogath of Bulkatho

On the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

"Leiko, have you made your preparations?"

Tariq said to Leiko without any politeness, even a little like yelling.

"I can set off at any time, but I don't think this war is necessary."

Leiko didn't even raise her head, she was a little uneasy about what she was going to do next.

"Of course, war is always something that is not liked.

It means death, and it means that countless poor people will lose their lives.

I don't know how many families will be broken.

But war is never unnecessary.

Sometimes, you have no choice but to join the war."

Tariq was talking about the truth, but the expression on his face was clearly a sneer.

Leiko, a barbarian born for love.

Angry because of love.

She will not hold back in battle, nor will her hands tremble before killing the enemy.

But the torment deep in her heart still puts her under a lot of pressure.

"I won't make mistakes. I have never made mistakes in battle.

It's just that every time I think of the battlefield, my heart feels like it's being strangled.

Tariq, each of us is different.

Even if we can kill the life in front of us without stopping in the battle, each of us is different."

Leiko's voice was unusually small, even like a low whisper.

But the anger in her body has begun to burn.

Angry that she had to step into the battlefield, angry that she had to take other people's lives.

Angry that she couldn't, couldn't resist this fucking fate!

"Leiko, get ready to go.

There will always be someone who has to sacrifice, and the best sacrifice is ourselves.

But sometimes we have to face a situation where we have no choice.

Fate doesn't give us room for choice."

Kolik leaned on his two-handed axe, his face calm.

Perhaps in the matter of taking other people's lives, only Kolik's pain can be compared with that of Leiko.

"Don't comfort me.

Your comfort is not only stabbing a knife in my heart, but also making yourself suffer.

So don't continue talking.

I am willing to be a butcher to protect everything that my hands can touch.

Although I won't charge by shouting "meat".

Leiko told a joke.

She was talking about the butcher who stayed in his slaughterhouse, but the joke didn't make anyone laugh.

"Since we are ready, let the killing end a war.

If someone can survive the war, I will wait for them to stand in front of us for revenge.

Of course, I won't sit there and wait for death!

Killing others in pain is to allow oneself to survive!

Let the race continue!

So when others stand in front of us for the continuation and survival of their own race, we can only fight frankly.

Admit that we are dirty, and then see who can survive."

Tariq's expression became ferocious.

The legend of the proof of shame brought Tariq only to prove how shameful he was.

But it doesn't matter. People always have to pay the price for their choices.

"We are the only ones who took action this time.

Kalju will wait in front of the gate of the holy mountain.

If we die in the war, it is a worthy death and it is reasonable.

It's a pity that there will probably be no three gatekeepers on the holy mountain of Harrogath at that time."

Kolik stretched his body.

Rage!

"A portal...

An unjust war...

A boring game where you don't know who will fall!"

Raiko sang in a strange tone, and her hands were inserted into the void with all her strength.

Then her muscles trembled and she tore open a portal!

Breaking open a portal of a world is not easy to open.

A war that is destined to end from the beginning cannot be ended by a few pacifists who choose to sacrifice their lives.

War is a means to achieve an end.

And the purpose of this war is to gain the right to survive!

"Let's go!"

Tallik did not waver and took the lead in passing through the portal.

Sword Saint Kahn, one of the three newly promoted ancestors, followed behind Talek, holding his beloved sword in both hands.

Kolik rubbed his beard, his face turned sallow.

He carried the great axe on his shoulder and walked in without saying a word.

The last one to fall behind was Reiko, who had just opened the portal!

Reiko turned her head and looked at the towering Elder Temple.

Or rather, she was looking at Bul-Kathos who was in the Elder Temple.

Her eyes were very calm, as if there was no emotional fluctuation.

"Only four people took action to face the war of a world, although their strength was basically equal.

But I still have to say that this is not fair!"

Reiko's voice was almost not heard.

No one around listened.

But the Holy Mountain of Harrogath itself will definitely record this sentence!

It will definitely tell this to every barbarian who has or will stay on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath in a whisper!

...

"Of course this is not fair.

Because we must win.

If you lose, I will personally go to the battlefield.

But then the situation will become difficult to handle. "

Bur-Kathos whispered in the direction of Reko.

Bur-Kathos, who had accomplished the great feat of rebuilding the Holy Mountain of the Barbarians, certainly knew what Reko said.

This holy mountain is called Harrogath, just because this name once represented the most glorious civilization of the barbarians.

Bur-Kathos didn't want to think about the story between himself and Uldyssian, even though he knew the name "Uldyssian".

He couldn't remember his past "self" at all.

But that doesn't matter!

The current Bur-Kathos is just Bur-Kathos!

The King of the Barbarians!

The Immortal King!

"Bur-Kathos, if I give up the so-called "justice" now, can I make you start to find yourself? "

Rorschach looked at Bul-Kathos in front of him, although he didn't know what the other party was going to do.

But he could clearly feel that what Bul-Kathos was going to do was contrary to "justice".

If just giving up the thing called "justice" could achieve the justice that Rorschach hoped for, he would do it.

There was nothing to hesitate about. For justice and truth, Rorschach could give up everything.

It didn't matter even if he lost the power he had now.

He seemed to be quite happy living as a tramp.

The end of the world is always on the way, and the real end of the world is the day when everyone stops speaking.

The end of the world is coming at any time, but it seems that it will never really appear.

Rorschach began to worry.

"Wait, it's about to end!

The name Diablo is a joke, but no one can deny the strength of the guy represented by this name. "

Bul-Kathos turned his head and glanced at Rorschach.

Rorschach didn't seem to realize that he was not recognized by justice, but by Tyrael.

Tyrael's breath completely disappeared, and Rorschach seemed to know nothing.

"Someone is facing him, the crusher.

Even the newly emerged Hamelin has people fighting it.

Even more demons are fighting powerful opponents.

But all this is just in the past years, and we Nephalem have already experienced it.

All I have to do is to make the end come. "

Bul-Kathos said with his eyes closed.

It seems that this is not something worth paying attention to.

"What are the ancestors doing now?"

Rorschach's tone is a little cold, but it seems to be a little curious.

"Fighting."

Bul-Kathos gave the simplest answer.

It is so simple that it is impossible to lock a specific field.

Rorschach stopped talking about this.

Just quietly looking at Bul-Kathos in front of him.

"You said I would be the next Immortal King?

But you never said what it takes to become an Immortal King.

I think your death is just the first premise, right?"

Rorschach's words are quite offensive.

But there is no problem.

The barbarians have never had a record of the Immortal King being alive at the same time.

"For you, the first premise is justice. "

Bulkaiso said coldly.

He didn't even make any rebuttal.

"Rules?

I mean mastering a rule?

A rule that can be called immortal?

Don't blame me for asking this, because the word "immortality" itself makes people care. "

Rorschach's hands tightly grasped the hammer of judgment.

His hands turned white due to excessive force.

That is the state that occurs after the blood is squeezed.

"Justice will last forever.

So you will be the immortal king. "

Bulkeso gave a nonsense answer.

But Rorschach knew that this should not happen after he got the power of justice.

When Bulkeso met him, he had already designated him as the next Immortal King.

How could he be sure that he would get justice at that time?

Bulkeso had planned to take justice away from Tyrael a long time ago.

He was even prepared to kill Tyrael completely.

Tyrael is a friend to humans, but to barbarians, he is an archangel of justice with a blood feud.

Killing under the banner of "justice" is a blasphemy against justice.

Just like the country where Rorschach was born.

Knowing that this is not justice, but only profit.

But they are never tired of "justice".

It's like this banner can cover up their stench under a brilliance that comes from nowhere.

"If you can't find Tyrael, how do you plan to make me the Immortal King? "

Rorschach seemed to ask Bul-Kathos with some contempt.

Rorschach has always been a guy who wants to show his fearlessness even in fear.

That is stubborn and so-called "foolish".

But such Rorschach is shining!

"Courage lasts forever."

Bul-Kathos did not hide anything, let alone lie.

Rather than let him lie, he would rather choose to remain silent.

"Did Prius know?"

"He knows very well.

That's why he was so excited after discovering that Tyrael's justice appeared on you.

He is not afraid of death, but he will be happy to be able to exist. "

Bulkaiso's words made Rorschach a little dazed.

He thought of many possibilities, but he didn't think of such a result.

"There is another question.

If you hadn't met me, what would you have done?"

Rorschach asked directly.

If Bulkaiso hadn't met him, then all this seemed out of the question.

Rorschach even held the most dangerous key in his hand, which was his own life!

"In that case, Impures would probably be happier."

Bulkaiso seemed to be a little ambiguous at this time.

Rorschach began to think.

Could it be that the name of the archangel Impures was also on the list of the next immortal king?

This didn't seem to be a fun thing.

"Becoming a person is not just Auriel's idea.

How could courage itself refuse to try new things?

You all seem to have misunderstood Impures.

Everything he did was based on his identity!

Taking on all the responsibilities of his position is the courage that Impures is most proud of."

Bulkaiso said a little more.

Rorschach also understood what he meant.

As long as Imprus becomes a Nephalem, someone will be able to take on the position of the Immortal King.

"What is the reason for your immortality?"

Rorschach did not ask Bul-Kathos, and what he said was more like talking to himself.

He was just looking for a possible answer in his heart.

"My immortality?"

Bul-Kathos opened his eyes wide, but soon recovered his carefree look.

It seemed that he did not intend to answer Rorschach.

"I don't believe that anger lasts forever.

No one can be angry forever.

One day your anger will subside, and at that time anger will no longer be the power of the barbarians."

Rorschach said so.

The Elder Temple fell into silence after this sentence.

...

Outside the Elder Temple, Banar was sitting on the stone steps holding a husky with lively eyes.

There was already a lot of snow on his body, but he still did not move.

Even the husky was so well-behaved that it didn't look like a husky.

Perhaps in the cold wind, the sealed intelligence of the Husky has been unlocked.

This is a breed of dog that has been domesticated for who knows how many generations.

They are working dogs and need to obey the requirements of most humans they can contact.

It is for this reason that Huskies rarely focus on being loyal to a particular master.

After all, they need to pull sleds for many people and cannot listen to only one person.

"Don't think about chewing the buildings of the Elder Temple.

Not to mention that you can't do it at all, even if you can do it, you won't have the opportunity to do so.

This is the Holy Mountain of Harrogas, a holy mountain that belongs only to Bulkaiso.

We exist because he needs us, and we also need such a place to witness.

If you really plan to provide a decoration plan to Bulkaiso, then I can only suggest that you carry onions, ginger and garlic with you first.

It's better to carry a big pot big enough to put you in."

Banar said to the Husky in his arms like a madman.

But his eyes kept looking at the center of the Elder Temple.

That's where Bulkaiso was.

Banar, a berserker.

A barbarian who had not long ago escaped madness with his spirit body and mastered the rage of the berserker.

Now he is very sober!