$854 Barbarians Return Home

"Okay, the big baby you brought back needs to eat, drink and sleep."

The first ancestor joked, and a rare smile from the bottom of his heart appeared on his face.

"Then let's treat today as a festival?

Anyway, festivals are for commemoration.

Compared to the previous festivals commemorating the dead, this festival commemorating the living should be very good."

Bulkaso rubbed his beard.

After the first ancestor returned to the Holy Mountain, he was just a barbarian returning home.

This is a real heavyweight.

"Let me make it clear first, I won't do any work before I rest well.

Even if the Holy Mountain is short of guards now, I have to wait until I rest well!"

The first ancestor's smile was a bit kind.

It was a bit like the look that Inarius gave Lasma at the end.

"Who made you the ancestor?

Although the guys you can see can basically be considered ancestors.

But you are definitely the oldest one.

As for the problem of Inarius, I will think of a way.

Lasma, that bastard, I thought he would be as smart as he showed.

The way to challenge fate is to kill fate?

How did he get this conclusion?"

Bulkathos shook his head, and a bit of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

At the beginning, Bulkathos raised his evaluation of Lasma countless times.

In the end, the fact turned out that Lasma was regarded as a smart man.

Now it seems that Ramos is just a fool who is good at calculation and conspiracy.

This guy doesn't seem to have much to do with wisdom.

"If there is a person who can deceive Lasma,

then I can think of only one name.

Our mother still has a little bit of warmth.

But that guy will not have any mercy on us."

The first ancestor touched the double swords on his waist.

The expression seemed to be nostalgic.

"Seriously, do you really want to return this pair of heavy swords to me?

I remember this is also your favorite weapon, right?"

The first ancestor's eyes were a little puzzled.

This pair of swords named "Bulkatho's Oath" was forged by him personally.

In his true prime, although he did not create four sets of handed-down suits by himself like Lasma.

But no one would doubt the strength of this first ancestor.

The number of legendary suits he created is really too many.

In many legendary suits, his traces can be found in the name of the forger...

Although there is no evidence that this suit in the wasteland wasteland is the creation of the first ancestor.

But when the shadow of the first ancestor appeared on the holy mountain, he was wearing this set of equipment.

"I'm going to create my own legend.

To be honest, among all the guys who have reached a certain level of strength, I'm the only one who uses someone else's legend.

This is a bit unreasonable in itself.

If you need it, the Wasteland Suit can also be returned to you.

In this way, you should be able to gain strength that surpasses Lasma, right?

Don't say you don't want to teach your disobedient brother a lesson yourself?"

Bulkeso looked indifferent.

If he wasn't wearing the legend created by Volusk, perhaps these words would be more convincing.

"Are you going to make your soul complete?

To be honest, the decision you made at that time seemed like a brilliant move to me.

Among the seven demon kings of hell, only Diablo needs to be feared.

The other guys can only be said to be troublesome."

The first generation ancestor didn't care at all what secrets he was going to say.

All the people present were a group of barbarians, what was there to be shy about?

Anyway, the guy who is in charge of the Holy Mountain now is the Immortal King Bulkeso, and it has nothing to do with him, a guy who has retired long ago.

Bul-Kathos said that he wanted to create his own legend, which meant that he wanted to make his soul complete.

So far, the First Ancestor has never seen a guy with an incomplete soul create a legend.

"It's just laying the foundation first.

Diablo is very strong, but it's not impossible to solve it.

I'm just a little concerned about where the guy who absorbed all the scattered fear is.

By the way, do you think this guy is your mother?"

Bul-Kathos' tone was teasing.

This was said to make the First Ancestor uncomfortable.

It sounds like scolding, and in fact it is scolding.

But the First Ancestor couldn't say anything.

"I guess it is."

The three words were squeezed out of the First Ancestor's teeth one by one.

"Hahaha~ Yes!

Damn! It's this bastard. He could have stood up and led us to fight.

He could have blocked the sword in Tyrael's hand.

But he didn't do anything!"

Cole shouted loudly.

Of course, he didn't know the tearful explanation of the First Ancestor in the High Heaven.

But this is indeed not a problem that can be solved by any explanation.

The First Ancestor and Tyrael made the same choice tacitly.

Allowing the Hell King to come directly to the Sanctuary.

It also directly removed the shackles of the Nephalem's power.

Although after that incident, most of the problems in Sanctuary were solved secretly by the higher heavens.

But for those who experienced the destruction of the Holy Mountain of Arreat,

That choice is the “wrong” one!

“Look, this is your choice.

So I never like the so-called right answer.

You were sleeping under the sacred mountain of Arreat. Don't you still know the character of the barbarian?

Let's take this opportunity to tell the truth.

What on earth do you want those three fools to do?

Why did Mardoc, the prophet of battle, choose to commit suicide when he could see the outcome? "

Bulqueso took out a bottle of wine he brewed and drank it.

He conveniently slapped away the hand extended by the first generation ancestor...

“You and those guys will be pissed though.

But the fact is, those three guys are the most talented savages I've ever seen.

Although you were pretty good back then, you were just not the guy I was waiting for to realize my long-cherished wish.

Frankly speaking, does the position of the third ancestor have no benefits other than being a yoke? "

The faces of the first generation ancestors were all crowded together.

The position of the third ancestor is not a shackle in itself.

That is also a kind of protection!

In the years after the Holy Mountain was blown up, the ancestral spirits gathered at the Holy Mountain of Harrogas had no way to join the battle.

But the three ancestors are an exception!

Even if they died in battle.

Their souls can also be summoned by the Ancestral Summoning skill.

The three ancestors are the gatekeepers of the holy mountain and the protectors of the barbarians.

This is not without any benefits.

“I know there are benefits to it.

But if it was just for this, then Madoc would not choose the ending of self-destruction.

I want to know what this battle prophet saw earlier than us! "

Bulkesso's tone became a little more serious.

Although the ancestors who were watching all started to think along Bulkeso's question.

But they all remained silent.

"Madoc is my favorite seed.

He may have just seen the despairing part.

It's a pity that he didn't see further into the future. "

The expression of the first generation ancestor became even weirder.

He suddenly had the feeling that he was being tortured by Bulkesso in place of his father.

"Then what should I have for lunch?"

Bulcaisel said with a provocative look.

Now it was the first ancestor's turn to be speechless.

"Destiny is unpredictable."

"But fate is dead, his son did it himself."

Bulcasso raised his head and took a sudden sip of wine.

At this time, the ancestors around him learned that Inaris had died.

"Rasma was just deceived."

The first ancestor still wanted to explain something.

“But he was very neat when he struck.

Even I didn't react at the time.

I still want to ask, who was the idiot who told him that this was the way to defeat fate? "

Bulquesso had restrained himself from using the relatively mild curse word "brainless" to describe him.

According to his habit, at this time, he can express his emotions with a series of non-heavy swear words.

Rasma's clean scythe changed not only the outcome of fate.

There are also many plans of Bulcasso.

“Okay, if you insist on me saying that name, I’ll just say it.

Malthael, Archangel Malthael of Wisdom.

My brother has been fooled by Malthael for a long time.

Even when Malthael stood up and planned to destroy all existences related to demons,

That idiot Rathma is still thinking of ways to help Malthael. "

The first generation ancestor looked helpless.

Regarding Rasma's matter, he really felt a strong sense of powerlessness.

"Didn't that fool realize that he was more worthy of Malthael's death than the other Nephalem?

In terms of blood relationship, he is one of the original Nephalem.

If we look at the relationship with the devil,

He is also the one closest to Lilith!

What on earth was this bastard thinking about helping Malthael? "

Cassius, who was watching, finally couldn't hold back and started asking a series of questions.

"How do I know?

My father favors the barbarians, not me! "

The first generation ancestors finally became impatient.

"So you can't see the future?

Didn’t you say that you were also favored by fate? "

Bulcasso took another sip of wine.

At this time, Bulcaisel was quite patient.

"The favor of fate is not limited to seeing the future.

Not every prophet of the barbarians can see the picture like Madoc, right?

In fact, most prophets can only hear a few words from their father. "

The expression of the first generation ancestor became even more distorted.

"I understand, the prophet can see whatever Inaris wants people to see.

He wants people to hear some of his nonsense, so that people can hear it.

Whether it's accurate or not is another matter, right? "

Bulcasso had finished the bottle of wine in his hand.

He stuffed the empty wine bottle back into his backpack and looked seriously at the first ancestor in front of him.

“My father doesn’t lie.

So you don't have to think about whether he intentionally misled your prophet. "

The first ancestor was a little embarrassed.

The existence of the prophet has been very important to the barbarians in the past countless years.

Although the prophets did not actually provide any good solutions to many important things...

Most of these guys are just a group of mouthpieces...

Just like Madoc, he can know the process and results of the battle before the battle.

But all the battle processes and results he saw were lost to Bul-Kathos...

So he chose not to fight Bul-Kathos...

This way of presenting cause and effect does not seem to be predestined at all.

Is fate's arrangement for Madoc a kind of nesting doll?

I want to fight Bul-Kathos, but the results I see are all failures, so I don't fight Bul-Kathos.

Fate destined Madoc not to fight Bul-Kathos?

If fate has to pay attention to the logical relationship when making such an arrangement, then this fate is really a bit lame...

"I understand, let's have a banquet.

Anyway, fate is now owned by Lasma.

If you want to challenge fate, just go to him directly.

Anyway, I don't intend to prove that fate can be defeated by killing 'fate'.

Also, do you really think that Lasma killed Inarius at that time?

He just killed your father at best.

The Archangel of Fate Inarius didn't show up at that time. "

Bul-Kathos said casually.

Then the First Ancestor put on the mask of pain directly...

"Don't you mean that the idiot Lasma did nothing except killing me and his biological father?

Are the Archangel of Fate Inarius and our father Inarius the same existence?

You make me confused now!"

The First Ancestor had a little anger flashing on his body again.

"I advise you to restrain yourself.

This is my Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

If you dare to burn the environment with anger here.

Then you must be prepared to be beaten up by a group of people. "

Bulkathos turned and left.

It was certain that this day would become a memorial day.

It was just that the barbarians outside the holy mountain still had things to do.

Whether to call them back to participate in the celebration at that time still needed to be considered.

"Bulkathos,

Can you change your name, the guy named Bulkathos?"

Helaber's voice was a little weak.

He had planned to call Bulkathos by his original name before.

Now he turned around and asked the first ancestor to change his name...

"I knew that when the idol he worshipped appeared in his life.

This idiot Helaber would definitely realize that he was an idiot!"

Gruchak laughed with his fist as big as a casserole.

If Helaber was a brainless fan like a star chaser before.

After seeing the first ancestor being confronted in front of him and unable to speak properly,

the previous worship would definitely turn into something else.

That's why he spoke to the first ancestor in such a weird way.

"My father gave me this name!

Why should I change it! "

The first ancestor stared at Helabor with wide eyes.

"Your father is dead!"

Kol said with a sneer.

"Destiny was not killed!"

The first ancestor shouted stubbornly.

"Your father is dead, your brother killed him."

Kutul added in a muffled voice.

The first ancestor's face flushed red.

Just when his anger was about to show that his anger was a little bit out of control.

He saw that the barbarian ancestors who were watching him were all eager to try.

"You are right..."

The first ancestor turned around and walked directly into the depths of the Elder Temple.

He knew very well what the barbarians were like.

If they really fought, he would be beaten.

After all, every immortal king is the most barbaric among the barbarians. The one who protects his child...

Because they are the strongest, they protect their child the most.

So they are the Immortal Kings.

The first generation ancestor was also the first generation Immortal King. He guessed what Bul-Kathos would do if he took action.

Let alone taking action himself, he could get beaten up just by taking sides...

But now it seems that he is no longer the high and mighty first generation ancestor.

He is just a barbarian who has just returned home and is accepted by most of the ancestral spirits.

All he needs is a chance to "fight" with them...