$936 Fighting in Barbarian Customs

On the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, the celebration is finally about to begin.

This time, Bul-Kathos and the First Ancestor are still standing in the middle of the field.

The two Bul-Kathos stood here, looking at each other with some anger in their eyes.

"You cut off Gruchak's arm, and this is the right time to settle accounts with you.

My previous attitude towards you seems to have made you misunderstand. This is the Holy Mountain of the Barbarians.

You are also the ancestor of the Barbarians, but you can't get any special treatment here!

Even I, the current Immortal King, will not get any special treatment, and you will naturally be the same.

So be prepared to lose face in front of the Archangel and the Demon King of Hell!"

Bul-Kathos squinted his eyes at the First Ancestor in front of him.

Saying these words at this time is just to make the scene less ugly.

The injuries caused by Isreal's "help" before have basically healed completely.

It's just that the blood scabs have not disappeared yet.

Barbarians rarely care about the blood stains on their bodies, whether it is their own blood or the enemy's.

This thing has been with them for a long time, maybe even longer than the weapons in their hands.

Because the weapons they are using now will definitely not be the only ones in their lives.

But fighting and blood have been around since they were able to wield their weapons.

"I know, I don't want your respect.

I don't even care about your life or death.

The person I care about has died long ago, and I can't even find her soul.

You hope that I can provide help and protection, which is somewhat wishful thinking.

Let's fight. Although the barbarians have their own customs, they don't have much to do with me.

But since I am also a barbarian, let's follow the requirements of the customs.

It's just a martial arts performance, and all means are used within the controllable range.

I like this custom."

The double swords in the hands of the first ancestor flashed a cold light in the air as his wrists turned.

Bulkaso's double swords belonged to him.

Using his own weapons would not be awkward for the first ancestor.

Most barbarians are weapon masters, but they prefer heavy weapons.

"Baal, as long as Ithriel is alive, it's fine.

But this doesn't mean you can do whatever you want on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

I will keep an eye on you.

Of course, Imprus is also watching you.

If he wants to save his brother, I am willing to give my friend some convenience."

Bulkeso did not forget to threaten Baal.

Although he always appears to be indifferent, no one will forget the fact that he is a demon god of destruction.

Diablo is a greater threat, but this does not mean that Baal is not threatening.

It is normal for this guy to have any calculations in his mind, but now this guy has not made any moves.

Bulkeso has to keep an eye on him to avoid any trouble.

"Noisy barbarian, I have no plan.

At least I have no plan on your territory.

But you'd better not give me a chance."

Baal said unhappily.

This tone is not surprising, if his voice becomes gentle.

Most of the ancestral spirits present would doubt whether they were affected by some power.

Baal has never been a gentle guy.

His indifference is mostly just a part of indifference.

"Let's start then?

I remember that the barbarians have announced a celebration before.

This is just the first performance after the celebration.

We just need to do our own things."

Helabor shook his head and said to himself.

Those who want to watch the two Bul-Kathos fight will naturally stay here, and those who are not interested can naturally arrange their time according to their own wishes.

Whether living around and barbecuing and drinking, or just finding a place to sleep, it's all fine.

As long as Isreal and Baal are still in this place, it's enough.

These two guys probably won't be interested in food and drinks.

"Baal, do you want to drink?"

Isreal dragged his body like a puddle of mud and raised his head with difficulty.

His performance still carried the arrogance of an archangel.

It's just that what he said was a little strange.

"Don't look at us like that. Archangels usually don't drink.

At least I didn't drink when I was the Archangel of Courage.

But the devil of hell knows how to enjoy life.

Don't say you forgot about Billy who pretended to be the king.

That guy can be said to be a very representative devil of hell.

Indulging one's desires is the most common thing for demons."

Inprius couldn't stand the mushroom eyes of the ancestral spirits around him and explained.

After all, in the past countless years, the archangels in the eyes of Nephalem were boring types who would not enjoy themselves.

Isriel suddenly invited Baal to drink, which was a bit strange in the eyes of Nephalem.

"No, not interested.

I just want to know what Bul-Katho invited us here for.

If he wanted the destruction on me, he should have plundered it directly.

Barbarians have never been polite to demons! "

Baal's voice rarely showed a little emotional fluctuation.

Everyone present knew that this was curiosity.

Obviously, Bal is still a long way from being completely assimilated to destruction.

At least his current state can only be described as extremely indifferent, and he has not completely lost himself.

"Then you stay.

I'll go talk to Karlju.

The three ancestors haven't come back yet, and things like guarding the door have to be done by Karlju.

It has to be said that the appearance of the three ancestors is a very strange thing.

I can't understand why the first generation of ancestors summoned the three of them.

Look at that bastard, he still says that he has no feelings for the barbarians.

At first, I really thought that he summoned the three ancestors to maintain our continuity.

Now, although I don't know what he thinks.

But it is certain that this guy has no good intentions! "

Helabor pried open a floor tile and took away the box full of wine under the floor tile.

He took away all the wine to prevent his collection from being enjoyed by others.

Karju was a barbarian who met Helabor's standards.

He was strong and a little gentle.

Generally, barbarians don't like the description of gentleness.

Although almost every barbarian hero has this feeling.

But most of them will not show their appreciation for gentle emotions.

Only Karju is different.

Perhaps he couldn't treat his people gently when he was alive.

So after he died, he was always generous in showing his gentleness.

"Let's get started. "

The first ancestor poked Bulkatho with the tip of his knife.

He didn't like the atmosphere at the moment.

Direct fighting was what he wanted.

As for how badly he would be beaten, he didn't care much.

No one knew what the oldest barbarian was thinking.

No one wanted to explore whether this guy had no feelings for his descendants as he said.

It didn't matter.

The living would not ask about the dead.

Such an approach would not only waste time, but also make people uncomfortable.

Surviving in the sanctuary is already It is very difficult to go back to the past.

So not many people will spend time exploring the past and recording it.

Anyway, humans will not learn from past mistakes,

so they just let it go.

Over the years, the history of the Nephalem has mostly become legends.

Only people like Deckard Cain would put it into words.

Before Deckard Cain, Kanai did a lot of similar things.

Unfortunately, Kanai's approach was not recognized much within the barbarians.

They thought that Kanai would go further if he focused on becoming stronger.

"Ha! "

Burkeso let out a battle cry.

Then the stone crusher in his hand turned into the Hammer of the Ancestors.

This time it was not a face-giving battle.

But Burkeso wanted to seek justice for Grushak whose arm was cut off!

Show mercy?

There is no need for such a thing in this battle!

When the heavy hammer fell, it was blocked by the first ancestor with two swords.

But the first ancestor's knees and below had completely sunk into the ground.

In the simple collision of power, Burkeso undoubtedly had the upper hand.

"I almost forgot that you are a barbarian from the Stag Tribe.

If you must say, the Stag Tribe should be the first tribe of barbarians, right?

At that time, my first child was born, and when I named him, that guy Vasily turned into a stag.

The Stag Tribe is the descendant who inherited the most of my blood, right? "

The First Ancestor swung Bulkatho's hammer to his side with some effort while speaking.

The heavy hammer fell to the ground and stirred up gravel that hit him directly, leaving several wounds on his skin.

"Very good, this power is at least much stronger than Imprus.

Even the spreading power can hurt me.

But you should also be mentally prepared.

Skills and strength always complement each other, and my life is as long as mine.

Then my skills are as strong as mine.

In other words, fighting with the tradition of barbarians, you may not be able to defeat me.

As for seeking justice for your own people, do you really have the ability to do it?"

The First Ancestor said calmly.

The two knives in his hands were held one in front and one in the back.

The two heavy weapons were intertwined, like the teeth of some unknown beast.

"Nonsense! "

Bulkatho waited until the first ancestor finished speaking, then swept the heavy hammer in his hand.

In terms of weapon strength, although Volusk's stone crushing hammer cannot completely compare to the first ancestor's double swords.

But the gap between the two is not that big.

And blunt weapons are of course more advantageous than swords in collisions.

When barbarian warriors face technical opponents, their favorite weapons are always the heaviest weapons.

When the huge hammer is swung over, the huge hammer head is even more useful than a shield.

Faced with this kind of overly simple attack, it is difficult for the opponent to display many of his exquisite techniques.

It's a heavy hammer. Anyway, it only goes back and forth a few times.

Smash vertically, sweep horizontally, smash diagonally, and collide...

Anyway, just a few strokes are enough.

Faced with such an attack, the first generation ancestors had no intention of continuing to deal with it head on.

He made a crab-like movement, and the two knives were intertwined like pincers.

The body was directly lifted up, jumping higher than the hammer's sweeping height.

Then attack.

In terms of strength, he has already tried it, but his own strength is not as strong as Bulcasso's.

Then you have to use some technical means to solve the problem.

It's just that Bulkesso doesn't just swing a hammer.

The hammer only has those options, but you can always do something else while swinging the hammer.

For example, look for opportunities to kick the opponent.

The first generation ancestor had just leaped over the attack range of the hammer when he saw a huge iron boot kick directly to the bridge of his nose.

This action is not too difficult, it is just a roundhouse kick using the inertia of swinging the hammer.

With a little training, any qualified warrior can do it.

But the strength is completely different from Bulqueso's kick.

This foot carries the power of an earthquake!

"Bang!"

The first generation ancestor flew out directly.

After a flash of light on the holy mountain, the power of Bulcasso's kick also disappeared.

Warusk in the Holy Mountain is still paying attention to things here.

Although this is a customary battle and we can’t go as far as we did before,

But it is still possible to protect the Holy Mountain from being harmed by Bulcaisuo's power.

Anyway, the first generation ancestor has been hit, it is enough to prevent the power from spreading.

The body of the first ancestor flying upside down in mid-air was trembling like a fish out of water.

The force of the earthquake was still working in his body.

This feeling is absolutely unpleasant, about one-tenth as bad as the previous conflict of authority in Bulcaisuo's body.

"very nice."

The first generation ancestor squeezed out such a sentence with some stiffness in his mouth.

The two knives in his hands stabbed hard to the ground behind him.

The light on the holy mountain flashed again.

The first ancestor's two swords were not inserted into the ground to prevent him from continuing to fly upside down... and even gained some strength.

This time it was not that Volusk deliberately went off the rails.

But if it falls on the Holy Mountain this time, the damage caused will not be small.

Although it won't be serious, Volusk simply doesn't want the Holy Mountain to be harmed.

The idea is very simple and pure.

Well, he is still a little biased.

After all, if the first ancestor cut off Gruchak's arm, it would be the result of a fight if Warusk were to handle it.

The first generation ancestors could act condescending or even dismissive when facing other barbarians.

But that's his thing.

Whether it's Warusk or Burqessor, they regard it as their responsibility to protect the barbarians.

They can do things like seeking justice for their clansmen without any psychological pressure at all.

“So the tradition of barbarians is to go astray.

Or a group fight? "

Israel lay on the ground and taunted.

After he said these words, he glanced at Barr and Imperius...

Then I saw Barr and Imprius both nodded.

“Of course, there are times when you can’t take advantage of one-on-one.

Then why can't we fight in groups?

The battle between the Nephalem and the Burning Hell was a battle for survival.

It's not for some ridiculous honor.

Not just barbarians, but other Nephalem as well.

If it weren't for that original savage there would be no companion here.

I'm afraid the way of fighting won't be one-on-one.

Nephalem are better at cooperative fighting than demons and angels. "

Prius said with a look of approval.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with this kind of thing.

A hero alone is powerful, but such a hero can do more when he has a partner.

Human beings are not the kind of existence that can survive alone.

Israel was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and concentrated on recovering from his injuries.

His injuries were not pleasant.

The previous venting blow from Bulcaisu had almost shattered the Archangel of Balance.

Then Barr gave him a few more blows.

At this time, if he wants to recover from his injury, it will take some time.

“Angels hate the nephalem, and demons hate the nephalem.

So, must the Nephalem die? "

Barr muttered very quietly.

But no one cared what he said.

How could the Nephalem die?

The Nephalem's life was so difficult, but there was no damn reason.

Demons and angels simply don't like the nephalem blocking their way.

The root of it all is actually not complicated at all.