Dark Savages Come To the United States

Bulkasso led Rorschach into the Temple of the Elders, where Vorusk was dozing on the throne.

"Vorusk, look at the little guy I've chosen."

Bulkelso woke up Vorusk loudly.

"You actually show off?"

Vorusk slightly opened his eyes and glanced at Bulkelso with somewhat unexpected eyes.

"This kid was recognized by Tyrell, and he was very similar to me at the time."

Bulkelso pushed the bewildered Rorschach in front of him, subjecting him to Vorusk's scrutiny.

Hearing that Bulkels said that Rorschach had been approved by Tyrell, Vorusk sat up straight and looked Rorschach in front of him up and down.

Can be recognized by justice itself, then this person is trustworthy.

It's just that Volusk's eyes are a little playful.

"This child is past the age of growth, how do you plan to make him grow taller? Could it be that the heir you choose can only fight like a demon hunter with a dagger?"

Vorusk's words are a little unreasonable, and it is always annoying to contempt for the appearance of others.

Rorschach frowned, feeling uncomfortable.

"Come on, I came here to solve this problem, at least let him have a height of 1.89 meters, otherwise it will be too awkward when wielding heavy weapons."

Bulkeso rolled his eyes at Vorusk, who was used to his contemptuous attitude.

"Kanai's Box? How are you going to help him, throw him in and recast it?"

Volusk stood up and walked in front of Rorschach. Volusk was a little taller than Bulkasso. Standing in front of Rorschach was like looking at a child.

Rorschach clenched his fists, and he made up his mind that if the guy in front of him wanted to do something excessive, he would give him a deep memory even if he risked everything.

"Heh! I think this kid is more like Prius, with impeccable courage."

Vorusk turned his head to look at Bulkasso, and the stone hammer of the Immortal King on his waist scratched the ground, making an unpleasant sound.

Bulkhasso returned the weapon to Vorusk so that the former Immortal King could wield his powers close to his own.

After all, Bulkasso didn't plan to live on the holy mountain of Harrogath all the time, and the stronger Volusk was enough to face most of the troubles.

Even if a guy at the level of the Three Demon Gods came to the holy mountain alone, a Vorusk who was barely close to his prime would be able to deal with him.

"He doesn't lack courage. He still dares to resist in front of my aura, and if he can accept Tyrell's power, then there is no need to doubt his position. He only lacks strength."

Bulkelso walked to Kanai's Magic Box, took out a piece of black bread and a bucket of spring water from the high heavens from his backpack, and threw them into Kanai's Magic Box.

"You got such a great artifact..."

"Okay, Volusk. I've heard enough of Jotun Kuller's nonsense!"

Bulkelso interrupted Vorusk's words, Kanai's Magic Box can already perform countless miracles, but those formulas were only made by the predecessors after continuous testing.

Barbarians also have similar recipes, such as the use of passing on the blood of the nephalem.

Speaking of which, Bulkelso took out the oathkeeper and cut off his arm, mixed his own blood with the blood of the devil, and put them together in Kanai's magic box.

The energy of angels and demons, the pure blood of the nephalem, and a food that can be used as a container.

It's that simple, there's no risk, it's just that the food will be unpalatable.

But it's better than the hard black bread that can kill people.

"It's really boring. I miss Sescheron at that time, how powerful the barbarians were at that time!"

Vorusk watched as he walked back to the throne, lay heavily on the hard chair, and the handle of the gravel hammer at his waist was nailed to the back of the seat with a sound.

Rorschach looked at Bulkelso holding the suspended box with both hands, without saying a word.

At this point, he has understood that Bulkelso maintains and appreciates him, so being so well-behaved does not seem to be an unacceptable thing.

At least for now he didn't see any evil.

Kanai's Box made a ding, but the sound seemed to be dissatisfied.

There was a loaf of bright red bread in the box, still steaming from it.

Bulkelso grabbed it casually and handed it to Rorschach.

"What's this?"

"The first step to make you eligible to bear my bloodline."

Bulkeso glanced at Vorusk, then continued.

"If you want to become a barbarian, you only need to enter the secret realm to accept the trial, but if you want to be my successor, then you must first have the foundation."

Volusk closed his eyes again, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Bulkasso is special. It doesn't need such a complicated process to get the barbarians as a stag tribe.

But Bulkelso's strengthening is not only achieved by his efforts.

There are not a few barbarians who have fought more times on the holy mountain than Bulkelso. Not to mention, even Aurak has experienced far more battles than Bulkelso.

But only Bulkelso made it this far, and Sonya, a genius born once in hundreds of years, could only look at his back.

There is a reason for this.

Volusk knew the secret, but he wasn't about to reveal it.

"Is it okay to eat it?"

Rorschach took the bread and took a closer look.

"Otherwise? If the bread is not used for eating, should it be stuffed into Diablo's PY?"

After Bulkelso put down these words, he walked towards the side hall.

It is said to be a side hall, but it is actually a stone house built on the side.

There was that guy Constantine in it, that guy wasn't fit to be a fighter, not to mention annoying.

Bulkelso intends to check the situation and send him back to the city if he is about to wake up.

Moreover, as a reward for passing on the news of Auriel, the barbarian has already returned it to him by replenishing his soul.

Rorschach took the bread and glanced at Bulkelso. Although he didn't know who Diablo was, it didn't prevent him from understanding the word py.

Just eat and be done!

What else can I do?

Rorschach took the steaming bread and stuffed it directly into his mouth. The bread was very hard when he held it in his hand, which made Rorschach feel that it was not edible.

But the moment he stuffed it into his mouth, the whole bread seemed to turn into a wave of energy and rushed down his throat and into his whole body.

Rorschach's body was changing, but Vorusk, who had closed his eyes, opened them in shock.

Behind Luo Xia, a pair of azure blue light wings loomed!

"How is it possible? The justice of this kid made Tyrael directly bestow the light wings of the righteous archangel?"

This is not the first time Vorusk has seen Light Wing, Bulkasso has the gift of Imprius on him.

But Vorusk knew what kind of courage Bulkeso had spent at that time to get the approval of that paranoid Imprius.

And how did this thin guy in front of him get recognized by Tyrell, who was even more stubborn than Imprius?

Tyrael did not hesitate to break with his brother for the sake of justice, and gave up everything to come to the world just for justice.

How could the kid in front of him, He De, be given the wings of justice?

Vorusk's eyes widened and he leaned forward to look at Rorschach.

Rorschach's body began to change under this bloodline from Bulkelso!

The body seemed to be elongated and began to increase in height.

The condensed muscles on his body are constantly wriggling, like a piece of plasticine being kneaded.

His body was originally filled with the hysterical aura of being in the dark all year round, but now it changed little by little into anger against the endless darkness, and this anger directly turned into angry flames leaping around him!

The natural skills of the barbarians, furious battle and fury!

Full of rage, the barbarian who has realized this skill has greater strength.

When the anger reaches the upper limit, the damage can be increased by 25%.

"It's unbelievable, if I discovered this guy first..."

Volusk muttered.

"Forget it, only Bulkelso, only he is different, it might be better to leave this kid to him."

Although Volusk was shocked, he hadn't yet had the idea of ​​snatching the heir.

After all, although barbarians who can possess natural skills from the very beginning are rare, there are still a few of them.

The flames of anger on Rorschach kept rolling, and it is said that this anger will gradually subside as time goes by.

His body grew little by little, and he didn't stop until he reached about 1.96 meters.

The peristalsis of the muscles gradually stopped, and the plump muscles were so clear that even the fat on the body surface could hardly conceal the outline.

The clothes on his body became tattered as his body grew, but he couldn't see the slightest sign of embarrassment.

The wings of light behind him disappeared after a flash, and the wings of justice bestowed by Tyrael will truly appear when Rorschach has enough power.

At that time, his justice will be understood by everyone who sees it.

But the flame of anger is still burning!

"Damn it, the feud has not been avenged!"

The feud has not been avenged, and it is considered a rare talent among barbarians!

The anger no longer decays, but increases over time!

A barbarian with this talent has the ability to deliver the strongest blow at all times.

You don't need to accumulate anger, and you don't have to worry about having no anger to use when encountering unexpected battles. You can generate anger faster in battle!

Sonya is a supreme genius, but she is also gradually mastering the talent of barbarians as she continues to grow.

The moment Luo Xia in front of him awakened, he possessed the two talents of Berserker Rage and Unrevenge.

Volusk stood up in between, and the stone hammer of the Immortal King slammed into his throne, knocking out a piece of rubble from the thousands-year-old throne.

But Volusk didn't have time to feel sorry for the seat that was almost covered by him, even though he used to sing and sing on this throne every night, but at this moment he didn't care about it at all.

A pair of eyes widened and stared at Rorschach in front of him.

"Bulk Kasso! Leave this kid to me! I will make him the Immortal King after you!"

Volusk growled at the top of his voice, he couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart.

His shouts spread to every corner of the Harrogath Holy Mountain, shaking the solid temple constantly, the stones rubbed against each other, and a piece of stone fell from the top of his head.

Countless ancestors immediately put down what they were doing and ran towards the Elder Temple after hearing these words.

They couldn't remember the last time Volusk was so excited.

Even when Sonya told him that she had mastered all the skills of the barbarians, he hadn't been so excited.

Because before Sonya, Bul Kesso had already done it.

But at that time, Volusk did not issue such a declaration!

The ancestors are very curious about who has this honor, who can make Vorusk say that he can be cultivated into the immortal king after Bulkaisuo.

"You are dreaming!"

Bulkelso's roar rang out immediately, Rorschach was his chosen successor, and it was not out of reach for him to become a powerhouse comparable to Vorusk.

But only Rorschach, only this guy who has been recognized by justice, has the hope of taking over the responsibility of Bulkelso.

And only this guy has the hope of taking on Bulkelso's secret.

Bulkelso rushed out directly copying the ancient legendary level Bulkelso's solemn oath and Bulkelso's warrior's blood, and a set of wasteland suits on his body was shrouded in anger.

The battle flag has already emerged behind him, if even the pair of courageous light wings have emerged, Bulkelso has shown his full strength.

"Give it to me! Give him to me!"

The Immortal King's suit appeared on Volusk's body one by one, and a pair of dragon wings covering the sky and the sun appeared behind him, bringing a sense of oppression belonging to the Immortal King!

"ha!"

Vorusk roared up to the sky, and the three ancestors Madoc, Korik, and Tariq appeared directly behind him.

The gravel hammer of the Immortal King in his hand was raised high, and then it fell heavily in the direction of Bulkelso!

"xia!"

Burkasso uttered a battle cry, his feet started to spin, and lightning flashed on the two knives, and whirlwinds rose from the ground!

The double knives slid across the top of the head, and with Bulkelso's rotation, the two knives hit Volusk's gravel hammer from bottom to top!

The ground trembled, and the snow on the holy mountain of Harrogath began to rush!

The clouds in the sky were directly crushed, and a burst of fire from the collision of weapons shone in the Elder's Temple!

There was a flash of light on Kanai's magic box, sealing off the Elder Temple.

The golden light curtain enveloped the two of them like a ball, barely protecting the temple of the elders, a place that had been preserved for thousands of years.

A dark blue light curtain rose from the trembling holy mountain of Harrogas, adding another layer of protection beyond the light shield of Kanai's Box!

As the battle broke out, that kind of destructive spirit tore open the protection of Kanai's Cube, but only broke through a few cracks in the shield of Harrogas Holy Mountain.

...

"Damn it! What is that immortal bastard doing again!"

In the palace of death, there was some anger in the voice of the skeleton lady.

She felt the breath of Bulkelso, the previous breath of death had disappeared, and Bulkelso's breath, which was more majestic than a lion and more violent than a landslide, was finally fully displayed.

Although it was covered by Kanai's Box and the Holy Mountain of Harrogas, this breath was still transmitted!

"May he live forever in sickness and pain!"

Death said the worst curses she could think of.

And a figure who seemed to contain countless worlds in his body shook his body, as if he had ingested a foreign object in his body and felt a little nauseated.

...

"Bulkasso!"

Bilie, who was bewitching Saitorak in the crimson universe, let out a shriek!

Then it was scattered by Cytorak casually.

The moment he felt this breath, he was telling Saitorak a bedtime story, and his bewitching seemed to be getting better, but a scream made the powerful Crimson Lord of the Universe feel dissatisfied.

This slap extended Bilie's recovery time infinitely...

In the hell next door, the body of Nightmare who was being reborn trembled, and then the black light ball suddenly expanded several times.

Barr trembled after feeling the aura of his acquaintance.

A lot of the power of hell looted from the nightmare was leaked out.

The nightmare's consciousness just showed some signs of recovery, and then returned to its original size.

Barr adjusted his mentality and picked up the leaked power little by little, but his actions were a little sneaky.

Barr wasn't ready to face Bulkelso yet, and that blow scared him...

...

When Gu Yi felt the breath, he quickly opened a portal, because he was a little nervous, the portal was drawn a little irregularly.

She hurriedly opened her legs to pass, but was blocked outside.

This portal was passed to Bulkasso, but Bulkasso's side was blocked by the holy mountain of Harrogas.

Gu Yi thought about it, and then drew a new circle. This time, she teleported to the square of the Elder Temple, but there was no accident.

At this time, Volusk stopped...

not voluntary...

The Holy Mountain of Harrogas once again stopped supplying him with power, and then Volusk was directly overturned to the ground by Bulkeso's double knives.

"Give him to me! I can make him stronger!"

Volusk lay on the ground, barely propped up his upper body and shouted loudly at Bulkasso.

The Immortal King's gravel hammer fell to the ground with a dull sound.

The suit on his body disappeared in an instant as the Harrogas Holy Mountain stopped supplying power, including the pair of dragon wings that covered the sky and the sun.

"He can take over my responsibilities! Can you show him what it all entails!"

The battle flag behind Bulkelso disappeared, but the wasteland suit on his body remained the same.

The ancient twin knives had dense cracks in the only one collision before, and it seemed that they would not be able to withstand the slightest battle until the repairs were completed.

"I bother!"

Volusk's voice changed quickly from loud to soft.

When the first word "I" was uttered, it was still aggressive, but when it came to "Bah", there was no movement.

"Can I ask what I'm going to do?"

Rorschach stood outside the mask and had already regained consciousness. The flames of anger on his body were still burning fiercely.

He was the only one who watched the previous battle up close, and the frenzy that seemed to burn his soul made his body tremble constantly.

But his eyes were fixed on Bulkelso in the mask.

"When you have broken through my fortieth secret realm, you will understand."

Bulkelso put away his power, the suit disappeared, and the dual knives were stuffed into the backpack.

"Damn it! I'm XXXXX!"

Volusk cursed and gave up getting up, lying heavily on the floor.

He lost to Bulkelso again, but he was used to it.

He might have been able to fight Burkasso to his heart's content while he was alive, but he's dead.

Even if the Immortal King's rock-crushing hammer gave him near-life strength, he would not be able to wrest victory from Bul-Katho even in life.

Lose, so be it.

Now he is no longer the immortal king who oppresses demons, but a soul on the holy mountain of Harrogath.

Even if he is honored as the ancestor, he is just a dead man.

"It seems that Volusk has lost again, and he is still very unwilling."

Vader's voice came in from outside the Elder's Temple, but his tone was serious.

"It seems that Bulkelso has chosen an heir? I just don't know if it's a selection or a trial?"

Maddock babbled a bunch of words, but he couldn't hear any hint of curiosity.

After all, there were no waves in this battle, and the ancestors suppressed all their doubts in their hearts.

After all, the battle between Bulkasso and Volusk is no longer something that can be explained by jokes.

The agreed six thousand...

But before twelve o'clock is not enough...

It doesn't matter, the less 600 will be updated together in the next day...