773 Lacanos's Lie or Truth?

In the plains of despair.

Perhaps this place would have been called a certain neighborhood before, but with the arrival of Lakanos, this place only had the name Despair Plains.

All that can be seen is the endless stone ground and the occasional crack with a little spark.

This place is somewhat different from the scenery in the Burning Hell, but it is slightly better than the Burning Hell where the smell of magma and sulfur is everywhere.

Gruchak walked slowly and leisurely on the road, looking a little aimless.

"Oh~ this is the Plains of Despair?

Hello Lakanos, are you interested in wrestling with me?

Of course, there’s no problem in just grabbing weapons and starting to kill each other! "

Gruchak smiled heartily.

Having experienced despair, Gruchak knew exactly what despair felt like.

It is for this reason that Gruchak believes in hope more than when he was alive.

"Barbarian, the brilliance of your Imprius is almost blinding me.

Did you come here to stop me? "

Lakanos' huge body stood in front of Gruchak.

Anyway, Gruchak didn't find out how this guy appeared in front of him, but he didn't care about it at all.

After all, we have to fight, and it doesn't matter whether the opponent's appearance is plain or fancy.

That won't determine the combat effectiveness of the two sides. At most, it will only affect a little fashion value.

"I won't tell lies to you either. I can't tell lies at all. Every time I try to lie, I will be laughed at by others.

So I’ll just say it!

My task should be to delay you until Bulcaisel takes out his hand to deal with you, a guy who was not in his plan.

King of Despair, you should be glad that you don’t have a crown on your head or a throne under you!

But I do want to try to see if I can get rid of your trouble before Bulqueso takes care of you! "

Gruchak tilted his head and looked at Lakanos, who was standing in front of him and was much taller than him.

By the way, he also looked at the two heavy blades in Lakanos' hands.

"Speaking of which, your weapons are pretty good. So, can you lend me one when we start fighting?"

Gruchak said happily.

These words can be regarded as a provocation, or they can be regarded as a joke by Gruchak.

This guy is an optimistic fool. Maybe he chooses this fool's lifestyle because fools will be happier.

"Obviously not, but I would like to talk to you.

Brave? If the person who first recognized you back then was not Prius, I might be willing to let you master the power of despair.

I appreciate the desperation in you. "

Lakanos sat cross-legged directly in front of Gruchak.

Of course he knew that he and the Nephalem were hostile.

He wouldn't be surprised if Gruchak rushed up with fists waving in the next moment.

I won't regret my relaxed attitude at this time.

"Ha, whoever approves of me is their business.

Anyway, courage is courage, and it makes me unhappy if it has to be a gift from an archangel.

So I usually use that power to make coffins for those guys.

By the way, I should have said before that I was here to delay time, right?

Are you going to chat with me? Aren't you afraid that Bulcasso will take care of you? "

Gruchak looked Lakanos up and down, then nodded.

I don’t know what he was approving of, but he immediately sat down cross-legged.

A powerful one among the legendary barbarians and an uncrowned king of the Burning Hell sat together like old friends for many years.

It would be better if a small coffee table was placed in front of the two guys, and a large jar of wine was placed on the coffee table, and a fat sheep was set up to roast on the side.

"I remember that the ancestral spirits of barbarians rarely appear in physical form. You can eat now, right?"

Lakanos waved his hand, and the ground in front of the two of them rose up and turned into a low table.

The sparks that were constantly bursting out around him also started to form and turned into a small fire.

Then Rakanos took a stone from the ground, emptied the contents and turned it into a pot.

"What! Let me first thank you for your kindness in planning to treat me to dinner.

But let me make it clear first, I will never eat humans, and of course I won’t eat demons either.

Otherwise, I would not have starved to death in my own field. "

Gruchak was stunned for a moment when he saw what Lakanos was doing, and shouted anxiously.

"Didn't anyone put anything in your backpack when you came?

You are not the first barbarian I have seen. Of course I know that you guys will rarely touch the flesh of intelligent life.

I also have the leftover magic beef from last time, the kind that has no brains and is stupider than a normal cow. "

The eyes on Lakanos' huge head that looked like high-wattage light bulbs flashed.

"If I were you, I wouldn't focus on the Burning Hell.

If I remember correctly, Bulcaisel should have been to Greevil's lair, right?

And those rainbow-like fairy tale worlds created by those annoying goblins? "

Lakanos spoke on his own without waiting for Gruchak to answer.

While talking, a large pot on the fire was also filled with half a demon bull...

Cooking, to put it bluntly, means cooking food, which Lakanos can definitely do.

But the taste... is just so-so.

Lakanos prefers meat with some blood, which is similar to most barbarians.

"Well, let me check my backpack first."

Gruchak said in a daze.

Then he turned his head and looked at what was in his backpack.

Then he found a lot of wine, which was of relatively low quality.

"Is this what Bulkaiso prepared for me?

No, if it was him, he wouldn't put this kind of wine in, so it must be Calgar?"

Gruchak took out a very simple earthenware jar and placed it directly on the low table in front of him.

"It was Bulkaiso who put it in. I drank this with him last time.

So you didn't listen to what I said before?"

Lakanos's movements were a little awkward, as if he was trying to roll his eyes.

"What? The goblin's lair? Or that fairy tale world?"

Gruchak suddenly came to his senses and said something.

"It's mainly about that fairy tale world, which is ridiculous.

That world was originally very beautiful, and my Despair Plains was originally very scary."

Rakanos said to himself.

"How do I know what you are talking about?

I haven't mastered Kanai's Cube, and of course I can't rebuild the mechanical ring to find Greed.

Besides, I haven't seen the rainbow world either!

I just can't figure out how Bul-Kathos can often see goblins."

Gruchak tilted his head and looked at the beef roasted in the stone pot.

"Well, did you roast meat like this last time you ate it?"

Gruchak said after swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

The meat in the stone pot has begun to smell fragrant.

"Then you should pour the wine in."

Rakanos said as he snatched the earthenware jar from Gruchak's hand and poured it directly into the stone pot.

"That rainbow world was originally Auriel's domain, but there have been some changes there."

Rakanos looked at Gruchak in front of him and said helplessly.

He had said these words to Bulkatho once before, but Bulkatho didn't seem to take them to heart at all.

Well... maybe he took them to heart.

Bulkatho's vigilance against Auriel was obvious.

Although Bulkatho's trust in Auriel existed, it was not as much as Imprus, not even as much as Tyrael.

He should be on guard...

"The domain of the archangel?"

Gruchak responded without thinking, and then began to take out wine from his backpack and pour it into the stone pot.

"That's not right! In the domain of the archangel, there will be those little bears, ponies and flowers that look very cute, but are actually demons?"

Gruchak only reacted at this time.

"Do you think that when the seven of them tried and succeeded in corrupting Izual into a demon, the archangels would have no reaction?

They succeeded, but it can also be said that they failed.

I was not redeemed by the archangels to become an angel, but I am not a pure demon either."

Rakanos looked at Gruchak in front of him, rolled his eyes again before continuing.

"Aren't you serving that guy? The one who tortured the queen?"

"Andariel, you never remember other people's names, do you?"

Rakanos looked at Gruchak with a bit of anger in his eyes.

"Yes, Andariel! Didn't you say that you felt pain every time you touched her?

What! You are telling me now that you are half an angel?"

Gruchak had no shame at all.

Anyway, he didn't care what the name of the devil of hell was. They were all dead, so why remember the name of the enemy?

"If I were a pure demon, I certainly wouldn't feel pain.

But I'm not. Andariel promised to help me solve my physical problems, but she obviously failed."

Rakanos shook his hands and put them on the fire to roast.

This is cleaner than washing hands.

Then he reached into the stone pot and turned the meat of the half demon bull over.

"But it's not all in vain. The demons in the Despair Plains have all entered Auriel's domain because of the connection between Auriel and me.

Don't think that the demons there are cute little bears, little horses, little flowers, etc., but they are all thorough demons.

Auriel's domain has long been corrupted.

And my domain... empty despair?

Go! My place was very lively before that!

The queue of demons can cover three layers of the Despair Plains!"

Rakanos waved his finger as he spoke, as if he was showing Gruchak the scene of the year.

"Well, we must fight!

Don't say you are not a demon or half a demon, we must fight."

Gruchak sipped his saliva and said firmly.

Yes, firmly...

The chances of him eating are rare...

"I know, I don't plan to eat until Burkaso pulls his hand away.

It’s just that I promised him not to fight the barbarians with food as soon as I saw them, but to have a good meal first. "

Rakanos said, rolling his eyes.

Now his eye-rolling gesture has lost its rawness and become more practiced.

"Ha! I knew it! You were definitely defeated by him!"

Gruchak patted his thigh and laughed crazily.

Can a demon as famous as Rakanos be a good bird?

Perhaps because of his involvement with Auriel, he can talk to ordinary people, but the fact that he is a devil has not changed!

"Yes, I was defeated.

Damn it, that bastard was so powerful back then! I even doubted that Baal and Mephisto would have collided with him head-on in Harrogath.

It might not be Tyrael's turn to blow up the Worldstone. "

Lakanos said angrily, then opened another earthen pot and poured it into the stone pot next to him.

"To be honest, Tyrael almost sacrificed all the barbarians at that time.

Obviously we are not at the end of our rope.

Even as long as he persists, Bulcaisuo may be able to return to the battlefield in time.

How can we be so devastated that we can rebuild the Holy Mountain of Harrogas?

Doesn’t the city of Harrogath on the Holy Mountain of Arreat sound good? "

Gruchak let out a long sigh.

"What I am going to say is only for you. Don't think that I am trying to smear your Immortal King!"

Rakanos tilted his head and looked at the flames.

“I feel that when Tyrael used his holy sword to blow up your Holy Mountain of Arreat, Bulcaisso acquiesced.

If the Holy Mountain of Arreat does not disappear, the first generation of Bulcaisuo may come back at any time.

And the current Bulcaisuo may not be as respected by the barbarians as he is now. "

Lakanos said calmly.

"Fuck you!"

Gruchak jumped up and kicked Lakanos.

The anger that was rarely shown from Gruchak also burned brightly.

Gruchak walked to the stone pot that was overturned by Lakanos, grabbed the leg of beef, broke it with all his strength, and stuffed the leg into his mouth.

"The contract between Bulcasso and you is that you can't take the initiative to fight against the barbarians, right!?

You bastard! I took action directly!

Come and fight! "

Gruchak was chewing the meat from the inside, mumbling and spewing obscenities.

After Lakanos circled the ground twice, he also took out the two huge heavy blades in his hands.

"Yes, barbarians are not stupid, they are just violent, right?

Speaking of which, I don't care whether I am an angel or a devil.

But if I had to choose, I prefer the title King of Despair! "

Rakanos stood up.

Waves of black smoke filled the air!

Gruchak couldn't tell how much of what he said before was true and how false.

He doesn't even bother to tell the difference!

Gruchak didn't even bother to delve into what kind of contract Bulcaisuo had made after defeating Lalanos.

But one thing he is sure of, Bulcasso can serve as the Immortal King! He must have never done anything bad in his life!

Otherwise, it would be impossible for Bulcaisel to become friends with the Battle Prophet Madoc!

Then there is only one answer. Even if Rakanos has some unclear connection with Auriel!

He is also a demon!

Everyone is saying that Rakanos is the despairing king of the Burning Hell! But no one said that he was a non-staff member of the higher heaven!

If what he said was true, just the demons from the Plains of Despair could pollute the realm of the Archangel of Hope.

That can only mean that this bastard Lakanos has already gone bad!

"If you make the first move, the contract will be terminated!

But do you really think my speculation is groundless? "

Lakanos took two steps forward, and the heavy blades in his hands rubbed against each other, but there were no sparks.

There wasn't even a shrill sound.

"Don't fool me! I don't believe it!"

Gruchak said after flexing his muscles.

The realm of power and belief has begun!

At this time, only the last person standing can leave this field!

Gruchak didn't think he would lose. In the worst case, he could make Lakanos feel the same despair of dying slowly as he did when he starved to death in the field!

The king of despair?

The God of Fear doesn’t even know what fear is!

Will the King of Despair be able to understand the true meaning of despair?

Gruchak doesn’t believe it at all!