752 Vanguard General Calgar and His Friends

On the top of the holy mountain of Harrogas, a barbarian holding a flagpole was looking into the distance of an unknown place.

On this holy mountain, there is only one guy who always holds the flagpole like me.

Vanguard General Calgar...

This guy is not very gregarious, and even scripts such as "The Tagus Tribe's Bastard Civil War" that are being staged every day these days cannot attract his attention.

He was just here looking into the distance.

"Calgar, don't tell me that you are still thinking about attacking this world?

You and I are both dead, so it’s best to rein in your past dreams a little.

Nowadays, the barbarians are gradually taking the right path, so don't cause any trouble to Bulkesso.

If he plans to deal with you, I won't speak for you.

Maybe I will give you a two-punch myself. "

This talking barbarian is called Gruchak Hammerhand...a somewhat complicated name. ①

Most people will call him Gruchak.

This guy is not a very famous barbarian, but that is compared to Bulkeso and the three ancestors.

Among the barbarians, this guy's reputation is even louder than Banal's.

After all, most of the barbarians who know Banar admire the power of the "Frenzy and Fury" skill.

But if it is really practical, the talent left by Gruchak is more attractive.

"Power Faith" is the talent skill left by Gruchak.

By the way, this guy is also a barbarian from the Tagus tribe.

When Hailab and Banal were fighting, this guy was standing nearby.

As for "Power Faith", this thing is really not a skill about faith...

Gruchak didn't believe in anything like God, he only believed in his own muscles.

So this kind of materialistic talent compared to other barbarian talents has been passed down.

As for the effect, the damage of all non-physical attacks will be directly reduced by 20%...

For barbarians, this talent opportunity is unparalleled in this level of good stuff.

Who said that the biggest reason for barbarians to die in battle was magic?

When Gruchak was alive, he was vaguely known as the mage's nemesis...

Of course, most mages call him Muscle Donkey Cart...

This guy is one of the few people in the Tagus tribe with an exaggerated figure.

From the perspective of world effects, this guy is a super big guy who is not inferior to Kultur.

But his frame is not as big as Koutul's, and his current body shape is entirely built up of strong muscles.

Even looking at him from a little distance, it's like his head has been retracted into his chest.

Hunyuan's huge shoulders and latissimus dorsi muscles made it almost impossible to see his head from behind.

“I don’t have that thought.

My legend ended with my battle in the Sunless Night.

Am I not allowed to even recall what it was like to take the lead in fighting? "

Calga said this angrily.

He and Gruchak had a pretty good relationship, and the two became very good friends after their deaths.

As for when they were alive, they didn't know each other at that time.

"I remember you always said that you like to see the snow-capped mountains before you go on an expedition.

You are a barbarian from the Stormwind Tribe, and your actions are mobilizing the power of nature.

These are all things you told me back then. "

Gruchak said somewhat casually.

“Get lost!

There is no duality on the sacred mountain of Harrogas. Who can mobilize the power of nature according to Bulqessor's permission?

Are you crazy? ? "

Kalga turned the flagpole inside his hand horizontally, and then poked Gruchak's arm.

He still sounded pretty strong, but it couldn't hurt the muscle monster like Gruchak...

“I’m dead, but these muscles can still protect me.

But after you died, even mobilizing the power of nature required Bulkesso's permission.

So, you’d better stop thinking about it here.

Shall we go for a drink?

How about I go over and beat up Hailab and Banal for your entertainment? "

Gruchak said with a smile.

This guy's character is much more cheerful than Koutul's.

And he also looks a little smarter than Kultur.

A guy who trusts his own muscles and has this belief that he can withstand all attacks except physical attacks cannot be considered a smart person...

Smart people will not develop the ability of "belief in power"...

To be honest, many barbarians feel that this skill should be called "muscle fetish" rather than "strength faith".

If Gruchak hadn't been unwilling to change his name, and most barbarians would have wanted to master this innate skill.

This guy will probably get beaten three times a day.

“Stupid muscle monster!

Have you really asked your dad if your mom is human? "

Calga asked very rudely.

"Of course I asked, not just me.

My grandfather also asked my father if something happened to the orangutan that led to me.

But obviously, I am a savage.

My mother is not an orangutan either. "

Gruchak explained without caring at all.

He and Calga have been friends for many years, and he was a little angry when he first said this.

As hundreds of years passed, this was the only way for the two guys to greet each other.

"I still feel something is wrong. Did your father tell you what your mother's profession is?"

Kalgar continued to talk in the way they had talked before.

I don't know how many times this has happened.

Every time when Calgar asked this question, the topic would end.

"I asked, and my father said my mother is a druid."

Gruchak spread his hands and said.

Calgar didn't react for a moment.

"Oh, Auntie is a druid.

Is she the kind that can turn into an ape?"

Kalgar asked subconsciously, and then his face became very ugly.

It is quite common for druids to turn into wolves and bears.

But these two creatures should not be able to create something like Gruchak.

"My mother is best at transforming into a giant beast.

As for the story between my parents, I'd better not ask you.

Because I don't know how to tell you at this time."

Gruchak walked directly to Calgar's side and put his arm around Calgar's shoulders.

It felt like being wrapped in a scarf full of muscles.

This feeling was a bit uncomfortable.

"Tell me, what are you planning?

The vanguard generals rarely hesitate here."

Gruchak's trusting voice moved Calgar a little.

"I envy Maddock a little.

It's just that I really can't find a suitable target to make myself feel at peace for a while.

I want to experience the feeling of double-headed fighting on the battlefield again.

Only in the constant charge can I wake up from the nightmares that I don't know how many times.

I haven't been angry for too long. I feel that my blood can't boil in the ice and snow of Harrogas.

I don't even know who I should ask for help in my current state."

Calgar put the flagpole in his hand on the ground.

He was really a little disappointed now.

"That's it?"

Gruchak said indifferently.

"I thought you were thinking about all kinds of things like Nilasek, the idiot.

I told you that magic and other things are all unreliable, it's better to believe in the muscles on your body!

At least as long as you eat more meat, the muscles will never run away from you.

Isn't this better than your damn magic?"

Gruchak didn't know what he had figured out, and he laughed a little wantonly.

"Are you worried that I will be corrupted by a self-deceiving lie of "protecting the continuation of the tribe"?

You really think too much.

If what Nilasek thought back then was really the same as what he said, he would not appear in front of Bul-Kathos as a demon.

That was just a reason for him to be afraid."

Kalgar stopped thinking about those questions.

For a long time, a long time was spent in a state of death.

At this time, it was also difficult for these barbarian ancestors to keep themselves relatively normal.

"By the way, where is Rumlow now?"

Karga asked.

"It seems he went to the Dream Prison. He said he was going to find Mokot's whereabouts.

Didn't anyone tell him that if Mokot wanted to come back, he would have come back long ago?

Isn't it that the legendary Merciless has softened his heart again?"

Gruchak said with some helplessness.

Although the tribe that produced the most barbarians' strongest people was the Stag, and then the most powerful Bull Tribe.

Other tribes like the Big Bear, Tagos and Storm Tribe rarely produced the kind of irrefutable top strongmen.

But this does not mean that only powerful tribes can train the most warriors.

Speaking of it, the tribe that supplied the most warriors to the barbarians as a whole was still the pure Tagos tribe.

As long as it is a normal human with emotions, it can produce the emotion of anger.

Compared with the unique training methods of other tribes, the way the Tagos tribe trains warriors is much easier.

If the child is not angry? Then let him fight with other children.

If he doesn't dare to fight, or even becomes a cowardly child after being beaten, it doesn't matter much.

Compared with the number of warriors, the labor force of his dog tribe is a weakness.

The emergence of a child who is not suitable for display is something worth celebrating.

"Isn't the title of Wufen used to remind him of himself at the beginning?

But a good guy is a good guy.

As long as he uses what he gets to help others, we have nothing to say.

Even if he sacrifices everything he has, it is his own choice.

So, what are you going to do?"

Karga said helplessly.

Although everyone has existed as dead people on the holy mountain for many years.

Whether it is the holy mountain of Arreat or the holy mountain of Harrogas, they have long been accustomed to each other.

But this kind of view of each other will not change because of familiarity.

It is better to say that because of over-familiarity, their views on each other have become more deeply rooted.

"I want to go and see, but Bulkaiso is not on the Holy Mountain now.

If Rumlow can find Mokot, then the enemies Mokot faces will become his enemies.

Do you really think it is the right thing for this young warrior to die at this time?"

Gruchak said this mysteriously.

It sounds like it is somewhat convincing.

But in fact, Calgar would not believe what Gruchak said.

"You want to find a chance to send Mokot to sleep forever?"

Calgar frowned and said.

Gruchak is probably the only barbarian on the Holy Mountain who has pity for Mokot.

It's as if Gruchak is a good guy.

But in fact, he just wants his childhood idol to sleep early.

Mokot is still a little too kind, although he will not show mercy when fighting.

But once things involve humans, that guy will regard the lives he kills as his responsibility.

This kind of neurotic behavior makes Gruchak incomprehensible.

This is normal.

Hanhan's thoughts are much simpler than those of ordinary people.

Karga has been suspicious of one thing for a long time.

He is wondering if this idiot Gruchak has not figured out what death is?

That's right, Gruchak is the only one who thinks that "ancestors" do not exist.

In his eyes, there seems to be no difference between souls and living people.

In the eyes of this bastard who is superstitious about muscles, living people are those who can move and talk.

Dead people are those who are buried in the ground and cannot move.

As for the skeletons that can move, in Gruchak's eyes, they may just be a group of demons?

Anyway, only demons are weird.

If they are human beings, they should all look the same?

"I remember that I died.

I also remember that it was the most peaceful sleep I have ever had in my life.

I think Mokot has not slept for too long, so he seems a little irritable."

Gruchak said with a clenched fist.

"What can I do to help you?

Without Bulkatho's permission, I cannot mobilize the natural forces on the Holy Mountain of Harrogas.

It's that I can't, not that I don't want to."

Karga glanced at the flag fluttering in the wind, his face expressionless.

"Can you lend me some anger?

I really can't get angry.

The main reason is that the Holy Mountain of Harrogas is so beautiful that I always doze off.

And no one will wake me up when I'm asleep."

Gruchak said in a low voice.

"Are there no normal people in the Tagus tribe except bastards?"

Karga glared at his good friend in front of him.

"I'm not attacking you personally, I'm telling you!"

Gruchak's angry words were reversed.

"I won't help you with this matter.

I'm still waiting for Reko and the others to encounter difficulties in the battle and need my help.

If I give you the power, what should I do when I encounter the opportunity to fight?

Should I chase you to Mokot first and then take the power back?"

Karga rolled his eyes.

When Reiko and the three ancestors went out to fight, he felt that he also had a chance to fight.

So this guy has been waiting at the place where the portal was opened.

The flag of the vanguard general Calgar represents the victory of the battle!

It also means the offensive of the barbarians.

If it is a war, Calgar does not want to miss it at all!

"I can show you how to run away from Helabor and Banar. Only I can do this kind of thing. I will tell you!"

Gruchak rubbed his hands like a fly, looking eager to try.

"That's just a fight, not a fight.

If it's a fight, I will watch Helabor tear you into pieces.

Or Banar chop you into minced meat."

Calgar said unhappily.

Guys like Gruchak do have one of the best physical defenses.

But defense often does not have any effect.

It is normal to fight against demons when the enemy's attack exceeds the limit that can be tolerated.

I don't know if there are any powerful guys hidden among those demons who look almost the same.

Nephalem cannot distinguish each individual from the demons of the same race.

Although this ability is also useless.

"But when facing demons, neither of them is as useful as me, right?

They are experts in fighting, and I am an expert in dealing with demons.

There is no conflict."

Gruchak showed a simple and honest smile.