Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Leoric, you choose."

Bulkelso didn't make any waves, and he didn't have anything to say about the begging tone of death.

What does Leoric want?

But an opportunity! Just a chance to get out of Skeletron's shell.

The wise king of Candullas should not exist like a rotting undead.

Even if the Skeleton King has the word "King" in his name, it's just a mockery of Leoric.

How can the dead bones in the tomb find peace.

What he wants besides the long dream in the eternal sleep that will never wake up is the past!

"Are you asking about my choice? Are you mocking my will!"

Leoric yelled loudly, his body trembled and made the sound of bones rubbing against each other.

One step ahead is the Burning Hell, a place where you can only be accompanied by fighting every day after entering.

There were only two dangerous and powerful demon gods inside, and one of them was staring at him.

Leoric didn't look back, and stepped into the Burning Hell.

The moment his body passed through the enchantment formed by the power of the Shadow Fang, the dry bones of his body began to burn.

"I'm the Skeleton King, but not the king of skeletons!"

Leoric laughed loudly, the flames of hell on his body were blazing, every step he took!

The burning hell beneath his iron boots became patches of pale ground.

The white bones on his body began to take on a scorched black color.

Wherever Skeleton King goes, everything will be corrupted by the breath of death.

On the ground of the Burning Hell, there were only three footprints of Leoric left.

When Leoric took the fourth step, the first footprint would disappear.

"Bulkasso, remember your promise! I want to see Candulas standing on the ground again!"

He held the heavy hammer in Leoric's hand with one hand, leaving pale scratches on the ground.

The other hand gently supported his crown, and a brilliant diamond on that crown was shining brightly!

"Maybe I can't be called a hero. But at least, I never let people die in vain."

Bulkelso was still calm, and bursts of flames were still shining on his body.

The ice-cold rage, the kind of energy that is completely beyond the limits of emotions keeps Bulkelso at his peak state all the time.

Even though he calmly watched Leoric step into the Burning Hell, the blue anger in his hand began to shine again!

"Hero? Of course you are not a hero!

You mean when you broke into my house illegally, smashed my collection of jars, revived me and beat me to death, then left the white gear all over the place and slapped my ass and walked away? I usually only describe this kind of person as a tramp! Oh yeah, what a hero.

You dare to bring the warm breath of life into my grave and disturb my eternal sleep! Pick up my old bones piece by piece from my kingdom!

Isn't what you want is for me to be your strength at the right time?

Now I'm fulfilling my promise! Bull Casey! "

There were bursts of ridicule in Leoric's voice, and there was dissatisfaction with the title of hero.

hero?

To Leoric, heroes are just a group of self-righteous guys!

No one ever saved him!

No one saves his kingdom!

Even broke into his home while he was enjoying his peaceful sleep!

"Leoric, are you ready?"

Baal looked at Leoric who was walking past him, boredom was written all over his face.

Barr didn't put Leoric in his eyes, Leorick was just a tool that gave him the opportunity to devour Mephisto.

Does God of Destruction care what a tool thinks?

"I will kill you, you cannot bear the power of destruction."

"So what? I'm already a dead man. So what am I when I'm killed again? Dead more completely? ... Or alive again!?

I tell you Baal! There is only one thing that my old bones are afraid of, and that is osteoporosis! "

Leoric waved his anger directly at Baal, and the huge and ferocious hammer fell heavily on Baal's head.

With a crisp sound, Barr's cold head sank deeply.

Baal's thick arm pressed heavily on Leoric's head, grasping Leoric's only treasure.

"Get your dirty hands off my crown!"

Leoric propped up his domain in the Burning Hell. In this place where the Demon King was born, a breath of the dead began to spread.

This is very difficult, just as difficult as the hell devil wants to open his own domain above Harrogath.

But getting Baal back that dirty paw was enough!

The Black King is marching!

The sledgehammer waved with a gloomy and cold breath, causing a trace of coolness in the high-temperature burning hell.

After three collisions in succession, Leoric's heavy hammer passed Baal's body and fell to the ground.

After a tremor, Barr's body returned to its original appearance!

"Leoric, you are insulting the Demon King of Hell!"

Mephisto finally made a move!

After being wounded by Baal unintentionally or intentionally, Mephisto attacked Leoric with full of hatred!

The sharp claws full of hatred slapped Leoric's body with a bone wing, making a sound like nails hanging on frosted glass.

The ear-piercing sound made people feel irritated, and even gave birth to a trace of hatred.

"The best choice for a lunatic is to just stay there and wait for the end to come."

After a loud roar, Mephisto directly pushed Leoric to the ground.

That snake-like spine passed through Leoric's chest, piercing the Skeleton King on the ground of the Burning Hell!

The pale bones were smudged like smoke from hell's demon fire.

"The peasants said I was crazy... said I was paranoid! Is it paranoid to think that everyone is going to kill you? Is it? Really?... Oh, it really is. But they finally I really did it..."

Leoric propped the heavy hammer on the ground, and then gradually straightened his body made of bones.

The ribs scratched the spine that ran through his chest, making a creaking and overwhelmed sound.

Immediately afterwards, Leoric stretched out a claw full of death towards Mephisto!

There was a connection between him and Mephisto, and Mephisto's power became the power of Leoric's existence in hell!

Leoric won't give in, he never did!

Never give up!

He is still the virtuous king of Candulas, even if he is called the Skeleton King now, he is still the Skeleton King of Candulas!

"Leoric, if we can meet again next time, I will remember to knock on the door before looking for you."

Bulkelso no longer watched Leoric entangled with the two demon gods.

It was destined to be a battle of being beaten, and then recovering and continuing to be beaten.

In the Burning Hell, the limit of what Leoric can do is to involve these two demon gods.

Death disappeared directly outside the gate of Burning Hell when Leoric took that step.

Leoric had already made a choice, and he could only watch in silence for the rest of the matter.

Death is powerless.

With liquid like tears in his eyes, Death walked backwards and left the scene.

The figure gradually disappeared in the scorching air, and gradually returned to the kingdom of the dead.

"ha!"

Burkasso let out a battle cry with the posture of the fury of the berserker, and heavily smashed the blue anger in his hand on the shadow tooth that appeared in front of him.

A swift blow like a thunderbolt, a sudden blow like a thunderbolt in the clear sky!

When Baal and Mephisto were entangled with Leoric, when the Hell Lord had no time to hide the Shadowfang in the Burning Hell!

He had used all his strength in this blow, and the entire Burning Hell was in turmoil.

The ground he was standing on disintegrated little by little, and the blade of Azure Rage collided with the Fang of Shadow!

"For the justice of the high heaven!"

The voice of Izual, who was still an angel back then, seemed to be heard in the air, and bursts of dazzling light collided with the void emanating from the Fang of Shadows.

There was no sound, and the Burning Hell was shaking.

Cracks appeared on the ground, but this time there were no countless demon army born in the cracks!

Just like when the Great Demon God Diablo stepped on the crystal dome.

"Bullshit high heaven! For uncompromising courage and human justice!"

Bulkelso cursed softly, the anger on his body continuously turned into energy and filled into the blue anger.

Izual's tall body slowly emerged from the blue anger, and then they reached out to hold the handle of the blue anger!

"Bulkelso, I hate humans! Because you have half of demons!"

"I hate angels even more. They are always looking forward and backward. Only you and Imprius can still see them!"

Bulkelso's anger washed against the blue anger like a tidal wave, and bursts of cold breath turned into knife light.

"Tch, Izual! Your legend is too poor!"

When Bulkelso finished speaking, Azure Rage broke in the collision with Shadow Fang!

A tiny click!

The remaining half of Azure Rage smashed on the layer of protection outside the Burning Hell with great power and Bulkelso's fist!

The other half fell powerlessly to the ground, and with a snap, it turned into powder and dissipated.

"Maybe yes, it's time for me to return to the high-level paradise."

Izual's figure crumbled little by little.

"Thanks, Savage! You have redeemed my soul."

"Go away, Izual! You ruined my prize!"

Bulkelso's body withdrew from the Berserker's Wrath posture, gritted his teeth and stuffed the legendary wreck of Azure Rage into his backpack.

In the legend of Izual, there is his persistence as an angel. Even if his body is corrupted by the Seven Demon Kings and turned into a minion of the devil, his soul is still noble.

Izual was freed, but the legend finally came to an end.

It was the spoil that Bul-Kathos had when he beheaded the corrupted Izual, and it was eventually destroyed by Izual.

An original legend is not comparable to those imitated.

"Bulkelso! You did a wrong thing!"

Baal put his hand on Leoric's head and roared loudly.

Completely ignoring that he was being hit on his finger by that skeleton with a giant hammer.

Following Baal's roar, a little particle fell from the Shadow Fang.

That is the blade of Shadowfang!

Bulkelso destroyed Azure Rage in one blow, but finally there was damage on the Shadowfang.

Even if it is just a loss like a grain of rice.

Izual has fulfilled his long-cherished wish, freed from the shackles of legends!

"Disgusting bug! Next time we meet, I will definitely break that Tasamet's fang!"

Bulkelso didn't look back, and directly opened a portal and returned to Harrogath.

Here things come to an end.

Next time, Bulkelso will bring Diablo's power and the personality of a certain archangel to meet Baal and the others again.

At that time, the Shadow Fang will definitely be destroyed!

...

"My brother, I saw it. I saw that Annihilation came to the world despite your request.

I saw the breath of death coming from Annihilation, and I want you to stop him. "

Death sits on a lonely throne, whispering softly.

She is calling for eternity.

Annihilation's breath is being wrapped in the shadow of death, which means that Annihilation is heading for a dangerous situation.

Annihilation was not supposed to be in the human world, and it was for this reason that Death realized that Leoric's separation might be a farewell.

Eternity has no time to answer the call of death.

The court of life in front of him is harassing him one after another.

If one is not careful, a large part of the world in the eternal body will be lost.

In order for the world to become stronger steadily, Eternity can only face the attack of the Life Tribunal carefully.

Eternity could think of what Annihilation had done, but he couldn't get out for a while.

The life court is an existence that he must face carefully.

Eternity temporarily loses connection.

Death didn't wait for her brother's response, but she couldn't contact Annihilation no matter what.

A sense of loneliness began to invade her heart, and the fear of losing caused death to curl up her body, quietly leaning on the throne that still had Leoric's breath.

Death began to become paranoid, and the two rings on his hand began to proliferate and then split.

Throw it into this world!

A splendid funeral!

The bearer of the ring of life and the ring of death will feel that hostility, and will fight on the stage of the whole world.

All the dead will not come to the kingdom of death, but will be turned into decayed ashes to be buried for the Skeleton King!

The passing of one existence should be celebrated by the destruction of countless lives.

Death has begun to prepare for this grandest destruction!

"Leoric, if this is a farewell..."

Death whispers...

All the dead souls in that country are gradually fading, and then disappearing little by little.

If Leoric had just been killed, then he would be resurrected as the Skeleton King.

But if existence is erased, it ceases to exist!

The souls of the dead in the kingdom of death will return to the world as her memory of Leoric!

For the festival where life and death confront each other, offer the wonderful, the clumsy, the stupid and the cruel fire!

Eternal felt what death did, but at this moment he couldn't even say the words to stop it!

The Life Tribunal discovered this move that hindered the development of the world, and the offensive became even more violent.

Eternity can only resist hard to protect the world in his body.

...

"May the divine light burn away your sins!"

Johanna was chanting words while galloping on the ground of hell.

The power of the Crusaders rushed into Hela's body through the chains of the Celestial Warhorse, like pouring water into a rubber ball.

Hela felt her body expanding a little bit.

The power obtained before is constantly burning, bringing her endless pain!

"Ah ↑ ah ↓ ah ↓ ah ↑!!!"

Hela let out a cry of pain, the feeling that her body was being filled and began to swell was eroding her sanity.

The body was dragged on the ground, blood spilled all the way.

But the wound was recovering little by little under Johanna's strength.

The power of the hell devil turned into gas like boiled water, blowing away her skin and flesh and blood.

The severe pain intensified the hatred in her heart.

Imprisoned by Odin in the sunless Heim Underworld, Hela's heart has been hovering between pain and hatred.

Want to redeem her?

It's impossible just to constantly wash and torture with strength alone!

Hela's hatred has been accompanied by thousands of years, and it will not be simply eliminated.

But this also means that she will endure a longer period of time in Johanna's "redemption".

Those who devote themselves to hatred will not reflect on themselves, and those who only want to prove themselves will not listen to others' persuasion.

Even at this time, Hela was swollen like a "giant view" of a corpse buried in the ground, and her skin was detached from her flesh and blood, trembling like a balloon.

Nor did she feel the slightest bit of remorse.

The power of the crusaders is not so delicate, and the process of being washed by the sacred belief is full of pain.

But the lotus flower that blooms in the mud is the brightest, and the flower that blooms in the depths of sin is incomparably beautiful.

"May you bear my pain at this time one day!"

Hella spoke in Johanna's tone, her voice trembling in pain.

Among them, Sen Leng's hatred confronts Johanna's power like substance.

Johanna didn't say much.

She's a crusader, not a priest!

For her, redemption is just a means to witness whether an existence still has a chance.

The irredeemable will be reduced to ashes in the endless gallop, and what remains is the existence worthy of redemption.

What happened on Burkasso's side deserved Johanna's attention even more than Hella.

She felt the turmoil on the ground, felt the anger from Bulkelso passing through the air, and her mind had already flown to Bulkelso's side.

Of course she will pay attention to the arrival of Burning Hell, and she is not stupid enough to be easily attracted.

It's just that Johanna is also very clear that if she doesn't leave, the devil king of hell will not show up in front of her and Bulkasso.

There is only one lie and three demon gods left. Now, there will not be more than two hell demon kings in this place.

All she had to do was to give the Hell Demon King a chance to show up.

As for Hela, an excuse to leave.

"Redemption" of a person without sin is only incidental.

Compassion is always there, but it should only treat those who have always been kind.

The Crusader is an armed force! A combatant who fights against demons!

Forgiveness without a limit will only lead to more hatred.

"Johanna, teleport here!"

Bulkelso's voice rang in Johanna's ears, and the turmoil on the ground finally subsided.

Johanna brandished the butcher's knife with only the handle left and opened the portal in front of her, dragging Hela and rushing in.

no slowdown...

As she passed through the portal, she directly collided with the pickup truck Mocott was driving.

Johanna's war horse rushed over without any hesitation, and the pickup forged by Rasuke was directly shattered into pieces in mid-air.

"Ha! Johanna!"

Mocott shouted loudly in mid-air, and landed directly in front of Johanna with a somewhat weird posture.

There was excitement in the voice, as for the pickup forged by Rasuke being broken, it is not worth caring at all!

Who made Rasuke's craftsmanship not good enough to add a legend of Saqqara shoulder armor to the car.

A car that cannot even be indestructible has no sense at all!

"Mocott? What does that mean?"

The war horse Johanna was riding disappeared suddenly, and Hela behind her finally ushered in the time to rest.

She rolled twice like a bloated ball, hit a rock and stopped.

"Who is this?"

Tony sat by a bonfire and asked Rumlow beside him, with curiosity in his eyes.

Although Johanna's appearance was not energetic, and the battle armor on her body was covered with dust, but this could not cover up the dazzling brilliance.

Tony was a little concerned about his heroic appearance.

On the one hand, Natasha is comparing with Johanna in appearance.

This is Natasha's habit. Rare beauties always compare their beauty subconsciously.

There is nothing malicious in it, but it is just to compare.

"I don't know, but it's obviously an acquaintance of the ancestors."

Rumlow rubbed his nose, then his body trembled unnaturally.

Even when he became a barbarian, the evil in him did not disappear.

When facing Johanna, he instinctively felt the danger.

"What about the ball in the back?"

When Tony said "ball", Hela's body began to return to its original shape little by little.

She is also a rare beauty, but she is much more seductive.

The meager power of the Hell Demon King in Hela's body has been burned out in the previous dragging.

It's just that the feeling full of hatred has not had time to be reversed.

"have no idea."

Rumlow avoided Johanna's sight intentionally or unintentionally, and spoke perfunctorily.

Then Thor stood in front of Hela and stretched out his arm.

"Ma'am, I feel a familiar breath from you."

Thor said boldly, his conversation and behavior looked no different from the young people who chatted up on the street.

"Me too."

Hela sorted out her appearance, then grabbed Thor's hand and stood up.

The aura inherited from Odin on Thor made Hela very upset.

With just one meeting, she already recognized the identity of the person in front of her.

Even though she was imprisoned, Hela was still able to get some news from her brothers who acted as jailers.

Thor's news was what Baldr always mentioned.

Thor, the next Lord of Asgard.

Although Baldr had been directly killed by Mephisto, Hela was always full of nostalgia for this younger brother.

That was the brother who had been with her for the longest time.

It is also the person she hates the most besides Odin.

"Johanna, long time no see. Looks like you're having a rough time?"

Vader suddenly appeared in front of him, greeting Johanna.

Behind Vader, Banner and Betty are constantly observing all this.

As for General Ross, he was called away by the old General Qualkeck at this time.

Presumably receiving a fix.

"I heard that some of your recruits can bite off black bread with their gums without snorting?"

Johanna took out the remaining loaf of black bread and waved it around, asking Vader.

She still remembered Bulkelso's cold joke before.

Rumlow poked Casillas who was sitting beside him, with a teasing look in his eyes.

"Ha, you're famous, bro."

"Shut up, if you don't want to feel that I have been tempered by the ancestors of Kanuk!"

Casillas drank roughly.

As soon as he raised his gums and bit off the black bread, Casillas felt his jaw hurt very much.

It's all conditioned reflex.

"Johanna, I've said it before, but I have to say it again. Welcome back!"

Bulkelso stood in the center of the crowd and spoke to Johanna.

"Welcome back."

"welcome!"

The ancestors who were familiar with Johanna followed Bulkeso's words and greeted them.

Even the less familiar ancestors nodded to Johanna as a greeting.

"It just so happens that our new festival is called 'Reunion', reunion with the glory of our ancestors, reunion with our comrades-in-arms!"

Aunt Mala rarely appears in the sight of others, this kind old woman said with a smile.

"Then it's called 'Reunion Festival', it's pretty much the same anyway."

Volusk stroked his beard and said, it was considered to have settled the festival.

...

Said to be a festival, but the festival of the barbarians is not complicated.

Or basically guys who have spent their entire lives fighting are not interested in complicated things.

As long as the festival is happy, besides fighting, maybe eating and drinking is the simplest happiness.

In Rasuke's blacksmith workshop, Bulkeso was talking to Volusk about the previous incident.

Bulkelso was tapping a shield lightly in his hand.

That was the equipment in Johanna's hands.

Johanna sat upright on a chair beside her in coarse clothes, listening to Bulkeso and Volusk talking about what happened before.

"So, you sent an Izual to High Heaven, and then lost a legend? And stuffed Leoric into an abyss where there was nothing but a beating?"

Vorusk said, pinching his teeth.

Volusk doesn't like to lose money.

If anyone tells him that suffering is a blessing, he can swear and wish others happiness like the East China Sea.

"We've got to speed up, it looks like we're losing numbers now."

As he said that, Bulkeso dropped the last hammer on the crusader's shield, and then took out a thick iron block for polishing and slowly wiped the shield.

It doesn't take much effort to simply repair it.

Take tens of thousands of gold coins from the backpack and melt them into liquid, and then sprinkle them on the equipment to repair them.

This is also the reason why only a moment is enough for the blacksmiths in the shelter to repair equipment.

The gold coins dropped from the demons carry extraordinary energy.

The blacksmiths in the shelter always keep a furnace of liquid melted from gold coins waiting for adventurers to repair equipment.

But Burkasso doesn't like this method very much, so he always uses a hammer to beat the deformed equipment back to its original shape little by little.

That liquid is applied to the equipment last.

According to him, this can better maintain the original appearance of the equipment, and it will be more handy when using it.

"Accelerate? It's easy to say. Didn't you confirm Diablo's recovery just now? Now that you don't even know Billy's location, what are you going to do?"

Volusk said nonchalantly, and then sat directly on the ground.

As for the disadvantage in numbers, he doesn't care much.

The big deal is to squeeze the source of power from the holy mountain, and let the ancestors rush down in a swarm to kill a good one.

The impact of this will last for at most ten years, but the last time this happened, Burning Hell or High Heaven would have to stop for about the same amount of time.

Among other things, none of the large group of ancestors with names and surnames can be piled up to death by numbers.

Without the restraint of existence of the same level, the number is meaningless to the barbarians.

As for the demons of Hamelin's level, Volusk didn't think that the two demon gods involved by Leoric could be fiddled with.

Diablo is not in the Burning Hell right now, so it would be foolish to want to create a high-strength demon.

"Accelerate the cultivation of strong enough fighters, otherwise our battles will cause the world to suffer unreasonable damage."

Bulkeso was talking nonsense seriously.

Of course Vorusk understood these things.

But Vorusk doesn't care about that.

To be distracted from protecting the weak while defeating evil is the way to death in Vorusk's view.

The Immortal King Volusk would only protect his own clansmen at most, and most of the time he would not even do anything to protect his clansmen.

Fighting and inheritance are the only things he is responsible for.

"What are you going to do? Open the secret realm to everyone? Then spend time to deal with those who have gained power and started to do evil?"

There was disdain in Volusk's tone.

Savages are generous, but not taken advantage of.

I don't want to get any benefits, but I can't cause trouble for myself.

"Do you think the quantity is useful? How many years will it take them to have the strength to stand in front of the devil king of hell without being crushed in an instant? Quantity is meaningless."

"Cultivate young people worthy of training and give them better conditions. For example, some weapons that do not exceed the standard."

With some thought, Bulkelso made the movements of his hands a little heavier.

There was an unsightly scratch on the shield.

Bulkelso frowned, picked up the hammer, touched the melted gold coins on the side, and carefully hammered it again.

"Give them better growth conditions, and then speed up the growth time? Maybe we can make some local strong people become barbarians, so that they have greater possibilities?"

Bulkasso added, in exchange for Vorusk looking at the idiot.

"Do you think that a guy who is already strong enough will easily change another way to become stronger? Don't forget, all people who can be called strong are stubborn!"

"I know, but the strong in this world seem to be locked up by something in terms of strength, and they may need this opportunity very much."

Bulkeso frowned and said.

Such a choice is not good.

It also violates fairness.

Giving things to others for no reason will only get suspicion most of the time.

There are really not many guys who believe that there are pies in the sky, and even if there are, they have been cheated miserably.

Those who want to take advantage are the most gullible, that's obvious.

"I hear you know a guy who would be a good fit for the Crusaders?"

Johanna interrupted when she heard this, her eyes were serious and curious.

It is rare to see a person whom Bul-Kelso considers more suitable to be a crusader.

Bulkelso rarely commented on others, and only when it was really necessary to do so, he would say a few words.

"That guy seems to be older than you. But he is very similar to the crusaders in terms of morals."

Bulkelso moved a little closer to the shield in his hand and observed it carefully.

Then with a few light taps, the shield became the same as before.

"Steve Rogers, he is endorsed by the Lantern of Justice."

Bulkeso spoke calmly, then raised his eyes to observe Johanna's reaction.

The legendary Lantern Ring of Justice, the legendary Bulkhasso, had already asked Imprius for it. Even though Bulkhasso was going to give it to Johanna, Imprius didn't agree.

Now that the Lantern of Justice recognizes someone else, Bulkelso worries that Johanna will feel lost.

"That's really suitable for the crusader. How do you think it's more suitable for him to become a nephalem? Let me tell you first, I don't intend to give my blood to a stranger."

Johanna took the shield from Bulkasso and waved it casually a few times.

Then he stuffed this Akarat's epiphany into his backpack.

"You should have the power to open the secret realm of the Temple of the Brave, right?"

Bulkeso asked with some apprehension.

The power to open the secret realm is mostly held by the ghosts of the ancient nephalem.

Mount Harrogath is a special case, because of the Arreat explosion, these ancestors shared this power.

"Hmm. It's just that the Temple of the Brave seems to have been cleaned by Malthael, and now I don't know how to open the secret realm."

Johanna said to Burkasso with a smile.

"Well, what do you want?"

Bull Casso said bluntly.

Johanna was almost grown up by him, and this appearance meant asking for benefits.

Although it was just a harmless joke, it still gave Bulkelso a headache.

Taking care of children is not a problem for him, but the familiar children become a little difficult to get along with when they grow up.

"Forge a ring for me. The ring on my hand was made with the help of Mr. Shen, but I still think your craftsmanship is more trustworthy."

Johanna's voice was very flat and hearty.

Burkasso nodded with some doubts, agreeing to the condition.

Thieves Shen Laotan's skill in forging jewelry is not inferior to Buer Kaisuo's skill in forging weapons and armor. In the field of jewelry, Buer Kaisuo doesn't think he is better than Shen Laotan.

But it's not something to get to the bottom of it.

Johanna will use the best equipment, which is the common sense of every adventurer.

"What? It looks like you're not happy about it?"

Johanna said so, and then took out the butcher's knife with only a little bit of edge left, and began to shave her nails.

Because I looked down and couldn't see her expression.

On one side, Volusk dug out a bottle of wine from under Rasuke's blacksmith workshop and poured it directly into his mouth.

"Aren't you talking about acceleration now? Why did you get to the forging?"

Vorusk finished his drink, wiped his mouth, and interrupted the conversation.

"Can the crusaders train on a large scale?"

Volusk asked directly, since we have already talked about this, we can simply continue along the topic.

"It's not easy, but there's some hope of producing something similar to Cormac on a large scale. It's just that the will is a bit hard to say."

Johanna said after thinking for a while.

Templars and Crusaders are not the same profession, but there are some similarities.

It's just that Johanna can't guarantee that the guys trained will be noble.

You must know that there are not a few corrupted guys in the Knights Templar.

Even Cormac got rid of his former comrade-in-arms during the adventure, and that guy has long been the devil's minion.

"Then give it a try. At worst, let Taliq sacrifice a bit, put the certificate of shame in the training ground, and give those guys a shot every day!"

Bulkasso gritted his teeth and said.

Borrowing weapons from other ancestors is not an easy task.

The weapons that have been with you for hundreds of years are not things that can be easily borrowed.

The Three Ancestors used their legends to crush Azmodan's soul for Bul-Kelso, and it always feels a little too much to borrow weapons now.

"One trouble after another"

Volusk dug another bottle out of the ground, but stopped after taking a sip.

His face also became a little strange.

"I'm going out for a while, you guys talk first."

Volusk stood up straight away, then walked out with the bottle in his hand, a little anxious.

Not long after, Rasuke's angry curse came out, and then the movement of fists hitting his face could be heard.

"What's going on here?"

Johanna asked curiously, and Bulkelso was a little embarrassed.

"Vorusk dug what Rasuke buried. That guy and I learned how to make wine for a while, and planned to use the stuff of the fallen demon to make wine, but then it seemed that we all forgot where the bottle of wine was buried. gone."

Bulkeso hesitated when he spoke.

Looks like Volusk hit the jackpot.

But he, a guy like a thief, turned his head to beat the sufferer, which seemed a little too much.

"Looks like there's always something on Harrogath that I don't know about."

Johanna's expression also became strange.

She knew that Bulkelso brewed wine with the blood of demons.

But Bulkelso used the blood of a guy like Diablo, the stuff of the Fallen Demon...

Johanna was a little hard to imagine.

Obviously this is not a good choice.