$977 Lasma's Visit

Bul-Kathos finally returned to the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

He did not put the Twilight Sword on his waist. Nephalem were more accustomed to putting weapons in their backpacks when not in use.

"Hey, isn't this Isreal? You are so weak with just a little bit of authority? Did you do something bad?"

Bul-Kathos said to Isreal who was about to leave the Temple of the Elders with sarcasm.

"Bul-Kathos, although I shouldn't be angry about such words, I still don't like this way of speaking."

Isreal looked up at Bul-Kathos with a haggard look, and then said weakly.

"I respect the existence of the High Heaven, but I don't respect the Archangels. I think you should understand the difference."

Bul-Kathos shook his head. He didn't like Isreal.

For the Archangels, Bul-Kathos could only maintain a basic respect.

"I don't want to understand a Nephalem's thoughts, but it doesn't matter. I have fulfilled my promise, and I won't appear in your sight easily in the future."

Israel did not continue the previous topic.

Just like the barbarians don't like the archangels, the archangels don't like the barbarians much.

"Then I wish we never see each other again."

Bul-Kathos waved his hand, then took out a bottle of wine and threw it directly to Israel.

Israel didn't watch the bottle fall to the ground and break into pieces, he caught the bottle naturally.

There is no kindness or malice in this, and it has nothing to do with whether they are opponents or not.

It's just a farewell between two people who know each other, and Israel's temperament is not that small.

"What a difficult Nephalem."

Israel shook his head and left the Holy Mountain of Harrogath in a flash.

He was going to the High Heaven to tell his brothers about what he had seen and heard during this period.

"What an unpleasant archangel." Bul-Kathos said as he watched Israel disappear.

"So why do you always have to get entangled with those guys? It's unclear, doesn't it make you feel bored?"

Vorusk walked out of the Elder Temple with curiosity on his face.

"Vorusk, people always have to have a few friends, and those archangels are good friends if they have no ill will towards humans."

Bulkeso said in a preaching tone.

"Then how many archangel friends do you have? Or angel friends?"

Vorusk asked back.

Bulkeso: "One."

Vorusk: "Then what nonsense are you talking about here."

Bulkeso frowned, then squeezed out Volusk and walked directly into the Elder Temple.

This topic has reached this point, and there is no need to continue.

Bulkeso felt that instead of feeling uncomfortable here in Volusk, it would be better to go and see the balances that Isreal had just paid.

Balance can effectively help him face the problems that may be encountered after the soul is complete.

This matter is still very important.

"What you want to do is not any easier than my dream. What do you think?"

Vorusk closed the door and walked in.

The torches in the Elder Temple were always on, but the lighting effect was not that good.

"Then I wanted to ask you what you thought at that time. Forget it. I suddenly don't want to know.

Who knows how you found death? Although I don't know the specific process, I think it may be a very disgusting story."

Bulkaso waved his hand.

"It's a little disgusting."

Vorusk spread his hands and said with a smug look on his face.

"Hey, my brother is coming. Aren't you going to pick him up?"

The voice of the first ancestor sounded.

"Lasma? What is that guy doing in the Holy Mountain of Harrogath?"

Bulkaso asked.

"That guy doesn't have much hatred with the barbarians. In fact, I still admire the necromancer."

Vorusk lowered his head as if to hide his gaze.

"I see. You used the necromancer to find death, didn't you?"

Bulkathos said as if he was guessing, and Volusk's body suddenly shook.

"You! You guessed wrong~Haha, did I deceive you?"

Vorusk walked to his throne and sat on it directly. He was lazy and didn't look like the immortal king of the barbarians.

"This has nothing to do with me. It's your business. You will say what you want to say."

Bulkathos also sat on his throne, and his sitting posture was not very good.

There are no strangers in this place, and being a little casual will not embarrass the barbarians.

"That's unfortunate. I just feel that I don't want to talk about this topic at any time."

Vorusk bared his teeth and then lay down on his throne.

"As for Lasma, if that guy is not stupid, he won't come to the door rashly. There are three ancestors guarding the door, so it's a good time to see his attitude."

Bulkathos said.

…

At the gate of the holy mountain, Kolik was sitting on the snow. The revenge of the first ancestor who had harmed Madoc was temporarily avenged.

Suddenly he became a little lazy.

“Kolik, I’m here to visit the barbarians.”

Rasma's eerie voice startled Korik.

Rasma's way of traveling is silent, which is quite uncomfortable for the barbarians.

These guys are used to using different war cries to express different meanings during battle.

So they like to bleat twice at any time.

The arrival of this guy Rasma really shocked Kolik.

"Mistweed! Rathma!"

Korik looked at the calm face in front of him and shouted uncontrollably.

"What the hell? Rasma is here!?"

Tarik's voice came from far away, and with the voice came Tarik himself.

"Ahem, it's really...

Lord Rasma, what's the reason for you coming to Harogas? "

Tarik stopped directly in front of Rasma.

On the surface, he looked like he was leaning sideways to greet Rasma, but you could tell by looking at the hand holding the weapon.

This guy Tarik is ready to fight with Rasma at any time.

Necromancers are not evil, but those spells are really uncomfortable.

This is normal. To like life and hate death is the most normal situation for living beings.

"I'm here to negotiate a deal with your Immortal King. Of course, it's not something you can't know about."

Rasma did not appear to be condescending.

As the guy who turned the Necromancer profession into the "Priest of Rathma", Rathma will not bow his head easily.

Although he has made mistakes in many things before, Rasma will not lose his confidence because of this.

"Kelik, continue to watch the door howl, I will take Rathma to the Temple of the Elders."

Tarik also teased Kolik by the way, and Kolik just gave Tarik a finger in response.

The gatekeeper today is Kerik. This was a decision made by the two of them after guessing.

As for Kahn, because he didn’t help Tarik and Korik beat up the first ancestors before,

So Kahn was unilaterally expelled from the ranks of the three ancestors by Talik and Kolik for one day.

Well, actually Kahn didn't want to be stupid with these two guys.

Swordmaster Karn is a kind of serious barbarian who doesn't like to play around with his friends.

"Next time I play guessing, I'll follow your example and give the opponent an eye-sealing punch first! Then I'll say I won when the opponent can't see."

Korik sneered and shouted behind Tarik.

Tarik didn't care and took Rasma directly towards the direction of the Elders' Temple.

"Your relationship is much better than I knew."

There was a bit of envy in Rasma's eyes.

He once had this kind of feeling, when he was just a Nephalem who was not naturally powerful.

His brothers and sisters had this feeling when they got along, they were fighting and fighting but they were very harmonious.

"We have a good relationship, so maybe we haven't been together long enough? Time can wear away all the good feelings, and it can also keep the past self in the past forever."

Tarik said noncommittally.

"Time is the most terrifying force. Maybe the archangels are not as close as we think they are?" Rasma sighed.

"I don't know much about Archangels, but I do know one thing.

That is, archangels never fight each other, but this is not the case with Nephalem, and I don’t know who started it. "

Talik said.

He doesn't know? That was false. He knew very well that the original fight between the Nephalem was caused by the first ancestor, who killed Vasily.

As for whether Rathma was involved or not, Talik didn't care at all.

"Yes, the way the archangels get along is something that the Nephalem cannot understand no matter what,"

Rasma continued talking about this topic without any reaction on the surface.

"You are really a boring guy. You are miserable and resentful all day long. You shouldn't have any hobbies, right?"

Tarik said in this rude way.

This remark was a bit rash.

"I like to attend carnival banquets. You should know that the Necromancer has a set of legends related to banquets."

There was no fluctuation in Rasma's voice, which made Tarik feel a little uncomfortable.

As for Ramos's hobby of attending banquets, Talik had heard a little about it.

"Burning Mardi Gras costumes?"

Talik stuttered a little and said the name of this suit.

"Yes, I like to be in an environment where no one cares about each other's identities."

Rasma's tone was a little dazed.

The corner of Tarik's mouth couldn't help but twitch. He really didn't expect that this guy Rasma would have such a hobby.

This is no longer a category that can be described as lonely.

"I think if you don't pretend to be unknown to everyone and go to the dance, you might make some good friends."

Talik advised from the bottom of his heart.

"Look into my eyes and say it again?" Rasma looked at Tarik with eyes colder than the dead and said.

Tariq just looked at Rasma for a moment, then turned his head away with his mouth twitching.

The psychological impact of looking at Rasma was quite big. It was not dangerous, but awkward.

That feeling of knowing that the other person is a living person, but it feels like looking at a corpse.

Tariq immediately knew why Lasma was so withdrawn, although Lasma probably wouldn't care about being withdrawn.

"You win. The elders' temple is ahead. Bul-Katho has just returned. He is inside."

Tariq immediately changed the subject.

When there is no need to fight, these barbarians are quite easy to talk to.

They are even quite easy-going.

The only serious barbarian is the old general Quarkak who has disappeared.

Most of the other barbarians are lone rangers, so they don't have the discipline of the old general Quarkak.

"This is Lasma. You are a guy who actually came to the barbarian territory."

Just as Lasma and his men were about to step into the square, a voice with contempt sounded.

Needless to say, only the bastard Helaber spoke in this tone.

The ancestral spirits of the barbarians are already familiar with each other, and it is not a big deal to recognize people by voice.

They can even know the identity of the person who made the war cry by listening to the war cry, and can even convey some simple information from the war cry.

Only barbarians have this ability.

"I think I should be treated with courtesy by the barbarians as a Nephalem."

Rasma said expressionlessly.

"Of course, anyone who can walk to the Holy Mountain of Harrogath can get the most basic courtesy. It's just that I don't like you personally, so you don't have to care."

Helabor waved his hand as he spoke.

Rasma didn't comment on this, he knew that people are different.

Just like some people like coriander, while others can't accept it at all.

He didn't have anything to say about this, after all, Helabor just showed that he was not so enthusiastic, and didn't even make any derogatory remarks.

"Isriel just left, and you're here again. I've never seen the barbarian's territory so popular before."

Helabor said in a somewhat exaggerated tone.

He was trying to test Rasma's intentions a little, at least to know if there was any connection between him and the High Heaven.

"In fact, when the Barbarians' territory was the most popular, the angels, demons, and Nephalem all gathered together."

Rasma said expressionlessly.

"Huh? When?" Helabor was aroused by Rasma's words.

"When Tyrael detonated the World Stone, the two demons, the Archangel of Justice, and other Nephalem watched the battle."

When Rasma finished speaking, Helabor's expression became particularly ugly.

The battle of Mount Arreat was nothing to be happy about.

The feud between the Barbarians and Tyrael was also formed at that time.

"You really can't talk."

Helabor said a little disappointed.

"You talk as if you are very good at talking."

Rasma responded unhappily.

After being teased by Helabor, Rasma relaxed a lot.

"I will guard outside the Elder Temple. If someone can break into the Elder Temple, it only means that I can't beat the intruder."

Helabor said, and then directly grabbed Talek and stayed where they were.

Rasma glanced at Helab and Tallik, then walked into the Temple of the Elders.

"Hey, when did you become the gatekeeper of the Temple of the Elders?"

Tallik asked Helab in a low voice.

"Since I couldn't convince him."

Helab felt that his words were a bit embarrassing.

The conqueror Helab was always shameless.