Dark Savages Come To the United States

"I thought you'd be delayed a little longer, Bulkelso."

Volusk on the floor raised his head vigorously and spoke.

The reason why he is in this posture is because his injury is not much better.

Even the ancestors of the first generation jumped out and handed out a life to the ancestors on the holy mountain.

But alone seems to have missed Vorusk, and it is said that the first ancestors would not make such a mistake.

"If I stay longer, I'm afraid I won't know what the holy mountain has become after I come back.

Volusk, I think you know how important Mount Harrogath is to us and to me. "

Bulkasso looked at Volusk lying on the ground with deep eyes, and then sat directly beside Volusk.

"Do you want me to hand feed you some wine?

Or are you finally going to stand up? "

Bulkasso took out several bottles of wine from his backpack and placed them in front of Volusk one by one.

"Heh, you didn't take existence other than yourself seriously from the very beginning.

To be honest, is there anyone in your eyes other than yourself that you can trust?

I don't know if it's your nature or Uldyssian's warning to you. If it's the latter, then I can only praise Uldyssian for his foresight. "

Vorusk directly lowered his face and head, and his face was flat on the ground, as if the high bridge of the nose did not exist.

"Shadowfang was brought to the holy mountain of Harrogath, do you have anything to say?

In addition, both Kanai and Diablo are in the Dark Soul Stone,

If you have something you want to tell them, you can just say it, and they can hear it.

Of course, if you plan to meet them in person, that's fine too. "

Bulkelso crushed the mouth of a wine bottle casually, raised his head and poured it into his own mouth.

Is drinking alcohol in moderation good for your health?

That's true, but it's for guys who drink too much.

In fact, once alcohol enters the body, it can only do harm.

It's just that the physical condition of the nephalem is much better than that of ordinary people, and the barbarians are famous for their physical strength among the nephalem.

This did not let these fighters fall under the influence of alcohol.

"What do I want to say?

I want to say that no one can defeat death, but you will definitely call me a fart. "

Volusk's face was still firmly pressed against the ground, and his voice became a little weird.

"No, it's true that no one can defeat death, at most they can escape the arrival of death.

Even though our lifespan remains an unknown, it is undeniable that we will die.

That's what people are, isn't it? "

Burkesso patted the ground of the Elder's Temple, bursts of power surged up and instilled into Volusk's body.

These energies may not be enough to restore Volusk to his peak, but it is more than enough to give him basic mobility.

"You can use the ancestor call now, and I'm back with Kanai.

Aren't you happy that you're finally at your best in front of these guys? "

Bulkelso looked indifferent, just looking at his expression, there was no way to be happy.

What did Volusk look like when he was at his strongest?

Turned into the posture of the fury of the berserker, and then Kanai's ancestor spirit stood beside him.

One Kanai is enough to rival the three ancestors. Although Kanai doesn't like the road chosen by Volusk,

But it is impossible to deny the power of Volusk.

"What did you call him out for?

See how embarrassed I am now?

Instead of talking about Kanai with me, you might as well think about how the strong in this world see us. "

Volusk sat up and took a bottle of wine by the way.

"They won't thank us because we're here and they're facing enemies they shouldn't be facing.

If this kind of thing happens to you and me, you and I won't like guys who bring danger.

Then there is no reason to expect others to be able to do what we cannot. "

Bulcasso tapped his head, the confrontation between Diablo and Kanai was a bit too noisy.

"I thought you already had full trust in that mage."

A sneer crept across Vorusk's face.

"Of course, I trust them.

But that doesn't stop them from hating us in the face of disaster.

The big deal is nothing more than fighting, the one who lives is the winner, and the winner has the right to speak as a matter of course. "

Bulkelso tilted his head and tapped his hands on the ground lightly, as if he was going to hum a ditty at any moment.

Bulkhasso has never concealed his selfishness and desires, the strong must get more intense.

Otherwise, what is the difference with all living beings?

To sing is to sing the loudest!

When scolding, you must use the dirtiest words to express your anger.

Of course, there should be no mourning when dying in battle.

Because they have given them enough time to enjoy everything they can enjoy when they are alive, such as the flesh and blood of demons and the spring water of angels.

There is also delicious food that can be encountered occasionally.

"Do you consider yourself a good person?"

Volusk became a little verbose. He used this question to ask Kanai back then.

It's just that Kanai didn't give him an answer.

"Good people? Doing anything for others is considered a good person, but when you help one person, you may hurt another person.

So what's the point of being a good person?

It's like you challenged death beyond your capabilities, and then brought so much loss to the barbarians.

So are you a good person? "

Bulkasso raised his head and took a careful look at Volusk.

Tired eyes, thin face, and shriveled body seemed to be able to stand only on the hard bones of the whole body.

"Of course I am, who dares to stand in front of me and call me a bad person?

It's you? Or Kanai? Or those guys who enjoy the living space I exchanged my life from the hands of the devil, but keep scolding me?

No one dares to say that I am a bad person in front of me, so I am a good person. "

Volusk tugged from behind, dragging out the Immortal King's Crusher Hammer with a little effort.

"I still remember the gravel hammer you imitated for the first time. That thing is just right for hitting flies."

After speaking, Volusk took a sip of his drink.

"I saw the scars left by Odin on Diablo's body, and it is obvious that hatred has begun to breed in this world.

They'll hate me, they'll hate you, they'll even hate the savages.

But when the devil appears in front of them, they are still worthy of trust. "

Bulkeso was talking nonsense.

This sort of thing has been proven.

The feud between nephalem is a mess in itself.

Barbarians and mages, mages and monks, druids and necromancers, witchers and mages...

It seems that mages have more enemies...

But no matter how much hatred there is between them, they are still doing their best when facing the devil.

Perhaps this is because of those first-generation nephalem, anyway, demons have always existed as the greatest enemy.

"Thor didn't get all my power and opportunities, although I really appreciate him..."

"Nonsense! Your secret realm has been polluted, can he still see your power and authority as the Immortal King?

But it doesn't matter, Rorschach is there, and he will be the next Immortal King.

I still think so even though he now has the power of Diablo and Tyrael in his body. "

Bulkasso touched Vorusk with the bottle,

The two big men poured wine into their mouths together.

"Here again, although I don't have a deep impression of Uldyssian, but Kanai said that Uldyssian always does this kind of thing.

Talking to himself, outsiders don't understand why he is so confident.

Are you Bulkelso or Uldyssian?

Or shirtless..."

"Snapped!"

With a big mouth, the pumping Vorusk spun three times on the ground.

"I don't like the name, although I just feel very embarrassed, but I don't want to hear it."

Bulkeso stroked his beard, showing no emotion on his face.

But there is no need to look at his current emotions from their faces.

Bul Kesso's actions already speak for themselves.

"Maybe you're not like us, at least I figured it out when I learned what a tie is."

Volusk sat back up shaking his head, and poured all the wine that had been protected from being spilled just now into his mouth.

"You and Uldyssian shouldn't have been born in our world, right?

Maybe the Great Demon God will definitely appear, maybe after the destruction of the Arreat Sacred Mountain, the barbarians should lose their foundation.

Perhaps, after the Great Demon God appeared, it was Sonya and the young warriors who went to seek victory,

Among all these trajectories, probably without you is the most normal development, right?

I should have thought long ago that only those born out of this world can escape their fate.

Although that guy Madock never said anything about it, Leko was also silent about your matter.

But I know that you are not favored by the harsh love of fate. "

Volusk rubbed his swollen left cheek and chattered.

"Perhaps you should stick out the right cheek and let me pump it, so that you look a little bit younger."

Bulkelso didn't answer Vorusk's question directly.

"I remember the first time I saw the ancestor of the first generation, he was wearing a wasteland suit, with the double knives in your hands stuck in his waist.

I thought I saw him the first time I saw you in this legend. "

Volusk's voice became distant, as if he was telling an ancient story.

"So who asked Hylab to object to my name change?"

Bulkelso took up the subject by the way.

He didn't think that his name would be "Burcasso" at first, although there is no particularity among barbarians not to have the same name as their ancestors.

But the status of the first ancestors is also extraordinary.

"Perhaps Maddock?

Anyway, when you were young, you couldn’t tell at all that you would become the strongest fighter.

I doubted at the time that you would starve to death for getting lost or something.

I didn't let go of this worry until I saw you stuffing a lot of black bread into your backpack. "

Volusk crushed the empty wine bottle with both hands until it shattered like dust, and blew it away in one breath.

"Even if you are dead, you still can't let go of the responsibility of the Immortal King. You can close your eyes at that time."

"Close your eyes? It's easy to say. Don't tell me you won't have any thoughts of revenge if you die in battle?"

"I don't know. I used to be resentful, but now I don't even feel fear, and I don't know if I will be very calm when facing death."

"Tch, I'm more convinced that your soul will be whole at the moment of death, and then cry like a fool under the explosion of years of accumulated fear-beep-"

Say what you want to say in a muted voice, Vorusk, you really have it!

"It's almost enough to gossip, and I'll give you the farewell wine.

Then Volusk, the great second-generation Immortal King.

Are you ready to face Kanai? Of course you still have to face your fears. "

Bulkasso said noncommittally.

If there are no accidents, Volusk and Kanai will probably realize their long-cherished wish.

Afterwards, the two ancestors were able to close their eyes peacefully and enjoy eternal peace.

Bulkelso didn't know if this was a good thing or not.

"Hey~ I thought of this before, so I left something on Orek's side,

If that child of Thor returns to the Holy Mountain again, take him to Orek. "

Volusk clapped his hands and stood up, then took all the wine lying on the ground in his hands.

Going to meet an old friend that you have wanted to see for a long time, you can't go empty-handed.

"If I drank and vomited in the dark soul stone, would you ask about the sour smell of the vomit?"

Volusk squinted his eyes and smirked, looking a little more free and easy.

Little by little, his body became burly as if inflated, and his shriveled muscles regained their elasticity.

"Probably not, but I probably would be disgusted."

Bulkelso smiled, and then patted Rorschach, who was about to wake up, unconscious again.

Now is not the time for Rorschach to wake up.

As for what Vorusk had left Thor, Bulkelso didn't want to know.

"Ha, I think you'll like it.

I like the wine-flavored nourishment that Diablo's soul turns into!

At that time, you will be one step closer to realizing your dreams. "

Vorusk twisted his neck, and now his face has changed back to the way he was at his best, but one side of his face was swollen and made him less majestic.

"Seriously, why don't you let me slap you again, so that when you see Kanai, you can still say that you are fat."

Bulkelso rubbed his eyes, wondering if there was sand in his eyes.

"Let me tell you a little more, don't disgrace the barbarians.

Once you sit on the throne, your every move will represent the barbarian.

We are called savages, and we even acquiesce in that title.

But we have civilization, inheritance, knowledge, and everything that all civilizations should have.

If one day you lose face, then kill everyone who sees you lose face!

Then you are still the perfect Immortal King. "

Volusk walked towards Bulkasso, and as he walked, his figure gradually turned into a ray of light and rushed into the dark soul stone.

Only one bottle of wine fell into Bulkeso's hands.

"This is the last bottle of my treasure, if you want to free Cassius, give it to him.

If he doesn't want it, then drink it.

Anyway, it's not very tasty, it's soaked with Andariel's feet, and I always smell like feet when I drink it. That's why it's a reward for the warriors. "

Volusk left his last words, and then disappeared in front of Bulkeso!

There was a flash of light on the dry throne with signs of damage everywhere, and it became completely new.

From this point forward, no one would tell Bulkelso what to do.

Everything the barbarian has to bear alone!

The number of Vorusk's treasures has always been small, and it is used as a prize to praise heroes. This is the last bottle.

Anyway, if any heroes were born among the barbarians later, it should be Bulkelso who rewarded them.

This wine with the smell of feet depends on whether Cassius is willing to enjoy the eternal tranquility.