$715 The Skeleton King Sits Quietly on His Throne

At this time in Canduras, Leoric was sitting silently on his throne.

If this seat can still be regarded as a throne.

Has anyone seen a king alone?

Leoric was full of doubts.

[Is what I did really meaningful?

Can what I paid and what I got really make everything go back to the way it was at the beginning? ]

Such questions filled Leoric's everything in the past.

Whether it was when he was the Skeleton King or when he was the King of Canduras.

He was hesitating like this.

Half of Leoric's face was a human face, and the other half was the skeleton!

The crown on his head was as gorgeous as ever, but there was no gemstone on the crown as decoration.

Extending from the half face of the skeleton was a skeleton shoulder and an arm with only thick bones.

Leoric was already the Skeleton King, even though he could now appear in the image of a human and rule the reborn Canduras as a "human".

But he was already the Skeleton King.

"Bul-Kathos, can I trust you?"

Leoric whispered, as if asking Bul-Kathos who was not here at the moment.

The human half of his face smiled, as if he had received a positive answer from Bul-Kathos.

...

"Bul-Kathos, can I trust you?"

In the tomb that Leoric built for himself, he asked the young barbarian in front of him.

The name Bul-Kathos was a household name for Leoric.

The first generation of Nephalem, the creator of forging and weapons.

The only one to whom the brutal and angry power pointed!

After Leoric turned into a huge skeleton, this was the first time he saw a barbarian come to him without hostility and anger.

So he spoke these words.

"You can't trust me, because I don't know what I will do.

Skeleton King, I know your past, but please don't ask me why I know all this.

I just have a feeling that I can help you."

At that time, there was no old Bulkaiso standing there, like a mountain.

The breath on his body was as cold as the cold wind in the mountains, but he could feel the heat of the blood flowing in his body in the cold.

Life seemed to be slowly blooming in the cold wind and snow.

The branches that were mostly buried in the snow seemed to be accumulating the power to sprout again in the snow.

"Bulkaiso, the representative of nature.

Or you have mastered nature, so why are you not the immortal king?"

The huge skeleton sitting on the throne asked this question.

A faint blue flame was slowly burning in the empty eye sockets.

At this time, he was not crazy at all.

It was nothing like the demeanor of the Skeleton King described by those tomb robbers who had escaped from the royal tomb by chance.

"Ha, why should I become the Immortal King?

Just to be regarded as a god and legend one day, and let the tribesmen carve a statue for me?

The Immortal King represents nothing special, but it can bear the fate of the tribe.

After doing this, is there any difference between the Immortal King and the Skeleton King?"

Bul-Kathos sat cross-legged in front of the Skeleton King.

Even though Bul-Kathos was very tall and burly.

But in front of the Skeleton King who was almost four meters tall, he still looked like a child.

The barbarian and the Skeleton King sat face to face. The Skeleton King moved his head slightly, but soon there was no movement.

"So barbarian, what are your plans for coming here?

Kill me, get rid of the Skeleton King who was only guarding his wealth during his lifetime, and then leave here with the buried wealth of Canduras?

Then, become a legend in the carnival and worship of tomb robbers?"

Leoric said lazily.

At this time, Leoric seemed particularly calm.

"I don't have this plan, I just heard a piece of news.

An opportunity to defeat everything, end everything, and stop people from being the feed of angels and demons.

Let me be frank, I heard that you have a dark soul stone here."

Bulkeso spoke very casually, without even looking at the Skeleton King in front of him.

He walked all the way to the Skeleton King, and didn't know how many bones he broke.

It's also unclear how many ghosts the Oathkeeper in his hand broke.

But only in front of the Skeleton King, Bul-Kathos did not show any hostility.

Just because the Skeleton King did not take the initiative to attack...

"Can I know who you learned it from?

The Dark Soul Stone, this thing brings me endless sadness.

Then how did you know it from?

Have you seen my son?

Or did you find the notes he left in this world?"

Leoric didn't seem excited at all.

He just asked calmly, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

The Skeleton King does not belong to the ranks of the dead.

Because the dead should be honest and be a corpse without any action.

But he is not a living person, and a living person will not act in the image of a skeleton.

Skeletor is nothing more than a blasphemy against life.

“You mean Aidan?

He's a hero, that's all.

To be honest, I learned about it from Impris.

Not long ago, I just came back from the high-level heaven. Although that guy was rough.

But surprisingly he is a nice guy, at least I feel no pressure to deal with him. "

As he spoke, Bulcaisu took out a clay pot from his backpack. The pot contained a strong aura of high-level heaven.

Although Leoric never set foot in the high-level heaven when he was alive.

But I am still very familiar with this smell.

The Holy Light Cathedral likes to use some very precious-looking crystal bottles to hold these things.

They called this liquid the Fountain of Paradise.

Leoric once wondered whether this was really the spring water in the high-level paradise, but now even if he knew it, he could only satisfy his curiosity.

"Is this really the spring water in a high-level paradise?"

Well, Leoric, the skeleton, is still curious.

Curiosity about the unknown is a good sign.

At least curiosity can make him more like a special being.

“Yes, there is a fountain in the High Heaven, surrounded by earthen jars.

Then I took a jar and filled it with some spring water.

I'm going to try making some wine with this.

You know, food is still precious in this world, but it is only valuable to barbarians.

There is no way, who made the land around the Holy Mountain of Arreat frozen as hard as iron. It is too difficult to farm on the Holy Mountain of Arreat. "

Bulcasso and Leoric talked like old friends for many years.

They had never met before, which was a bit strange, but not that strange.

"Your power should be able to easily change the landscape. Why not do this?"

Leoric was curious again.

Everything about Bulcasso indicates that he has mastered the power of nature.

Things like climate and landforms should be something he can change at will.

But such a Bulkesso would actually be distressed because the land in the Arreat Mountains is not suitable for farming?

“The reason why nature is called nature is of course because they naturally become like this.

Do I need to turn mountains into deep valleys? Let the snow turn into the ocean?

That's not natural, that's destroying it all. "

There was a strange sense of superiority in Bulcaisel's eyes, which made Leoric a little bit dissatisfied.

He is just a savage. Where does this sense of superiority come from?

There is nothing wrong with barbarians being a long-standing civilization, but they have been struggling to survive and have not had much time to record culture.

This is one of the reasons why barbarians are always despised in the rich human world.

A group of powerful warriors, the first difficulty they face every day is whether they can feed their families today?

This seems very funny.

“Let’s go back to the topic at the beginning.

Did you know from Imprius that I have a brand new Dark Soul Stone?

I have never met that Archangel of Courage, how did he know?

Even before I died, I hoped that these archangels would appear in front of me and save my country.

Do those guys really exist? "

There was a little bit of madness in Leoric's voice.

With this emotion, the cold atmosphere in Leoric's tomb began to spread.

“Those guys can’t do everything, so you better calm down.

I don't want to break your rotten bones with the heavy knife in my hand.

You'd better communicate with me well! "

A flash of anger flashed across Bulcaisel's body.

The anger made Leoric calm down again.

Even the wise king of Khanduras, who held his lofty position while alive, had to think carefully before coming face to face with the wrath of a barbarian.

These guys don't have more time to learn the etiquette that is popular in the human world now.

So their attitude is written on their faces.

The aura of natural authority on Bulcaisel's body already illustrates his power.

But this is not strange.

After all, it would be ridiculous if a barbarian named Bulcaisel was not even a legend.

Only one has the right to be violent when dealing with savages.

Unless it's two barbarians dealing with each other, there will be a situation where both people are qualified to be violent.

"Okay, now I want to know how you communicate with him?

If he knew that I had the Dark Soul Stone in my hand, he should have chosen to keep his mouth shut.

After all, I am not here to wait for the arrival of a Nephalem like you.

This Dark Soul Stone is also a surprise I plan to leave for the Hell Demon King.

Living people with normal or even noble thinking cannot bear the whispers of the devil of hell, so a dead and crazy skeleton can bear it, right?

Although I don't mind that the one sealed in such a dark soul stone is an archangel. "

Leoric explained his purpose of staying here very naturally.

Isn't he willing to stay in this place with this attitude just to wait for an existence that he resents?

It didn't matter whether it was the Archangel or the Demon King of Hell. In Leoric's eyes, they were both equally hateful.

As for angels and demons in general?

Those guys are probably no match for Leoric at this time.

Naturally, Leoric would not have any fear.

"When I put the earthen jar into the fountain to fill it with water, the guy rushed out without saying a word.

Fountains can be seen everywhere in the higher heaven. I don't understand why that bastard Imprius is reluctant to part with such a small amount of spring water.

So we had a fight.

He said that one day he would seal me in the Dark Soul Stone.

That's so funny. Wouldn't it be better to just kill me if you want to shut me up?

I am just a barbarian, not an immortal being. "

Bulcaisel took the jar and looked at it, as if he wanted to see why the thing inside was so important to Impris.

Leoric's eyes finally fell on the earthen jar in Bulcasso's hand.

Yeah, it smells like corpses.

Still very rich.

Judging from Leoric's extensive experience in manipulating bones as the Skeleton King, this crock should be an urn.

Well, when Leoric discovered this, he understood why Prius was so excited.

Of course, the high-level heaven will not be stingy with a little bit of the spring of heaven.

That is nothing but spring water to the angels.

Even for humans, this thing is just a prop used by weak humans to expel equally weak demons and ghosts.

The problem lies with the urn.

The angels use the spring of heaven for daily washing and drinking.

Burquetso used an urn to hold water?

What's the difference between this and stuffing rotting corpses into someone else's water source?

If someone used an urn to serve food to Leoric, the lazy Leoric would stand up from the throne.

Then use the mad king's scepter to break that idiot's bones piece by piece!

"Have you never thought that the problem lies with the earthen pot in your hand?"

Leoric suddenly felt helpless.

Of course he realized that the Bulcaisuo in front of him was not a regular barbarian.

Not to mention the issue of strength, ordinary barbarians would not at least have a casual chat with a skeleton like him here.

According to Leoric's experience, if a team of adventurers comes to his tomb and is lucky enough to enter this hall.

Then what the barbarian has to do is definitely roar, and then fly in front of him with a jumping slash.

But the Bulcaisuo in front of him not only had no intention of fighting, but even sat opposite him and chatted with him.

Just for a dark soul stone that doesn't sound like a good thing just by the name?

“This thing is really dirty, and there is a thick layer of dust inside.

So I poured the dust on the ground and washed the jar before filling it with spring water. "

Bulcasso said with an indifferent expression.

Upon hearing this, Leoric quickly changed to a more comfortable position to sit.

What Bulkesso did was simply a provocation to High Heaven.

This is what Leoric wanted to do but didn't have the chance to do.

He now has a better impression of the barbarian in front of him who begged him for the Dark Soul Stone.

"So, how did you escape Imprius' pursuit?"

Leoric asked such a question.

"Escaped? Why did you escape?

I pressed Imprius's head directly into the spring water. He muttered for a long time before I understood what he said.

That's why I showed up here intending to ask you for the Dark Soul Stone.

This time I want all those bastards from Hell Demon to get out!

It's best to be packed to the brim, just like the big vat at my door is stuffed with meat! "

When Burcasso said this, his expression was slightly ferocious.

When facing the Archangel, Bulcaisuo had no respect for Lao Shizi. When facing the Demon King of Hell, Bulcaisuo was full of contempt and hostility.

At this time, Leoric realized that if he really wanted to take revenge on the High Heaven and the Burning Hell, then Bulcasso would be the best candidate.

It's even more convenient and faster than him fishing on this lonely throne.

So Leoric made an interesting and bold decision!

He wants to hand over the most important tool in his collection for revenge to this interesting barbarian!