Dark Savages Come To the United States

On the sacred mountain of Harrogath.

The host Calgar has finished speaking.

But so what needs to be done now is another project.

The battle between Bulkhasso and the First Patriarchs is a battle to show that the barbarians still fight in this world.

Although this tradition seems a bit outdated, the reason why it is called a tradition is because it can last for a long time.

The first ancestor walked out of the crowd with his own double swords.

The weapon in his hand was held very casually in his hand, it looked as casual as holding two table knives.

"Come on, it's agreed.

You have to prove your strength to me.

And I want to teach those little ones the art of fighting.

Although these things themselves should let them experience by themselves, and then learn by themselves. "

The first-generation ancestor stood in place, his posture a little crooked.

As he said, he didn't expect much from this battle.

It's just a very simple hope that I can give these young people something they haven't had before.

"You are in a hurry.

Is it something you can't wait to do that is indistinguishable from courting death?

So you want to make up for your regrets at this time?

Stop being presumptuous.

No good will come of anyone who claims to be a messiah.

Can you save a world?

Then you must save the lives of those you know and those you don't know.

Otherwise you will already be abused. "

Bulkeso said with a sneer.

He more or less guessed a little bit of the idea of ​​the ancestors of the first generation.

This kind of rush to leave something of oneself in this world is really ridiculous.

"I just couldn't give up on my brother.

Rathma needs my help now.

I lost a brother, you can't ask me to lose another for you.

As for sacrifice? Or the savior?

I am not.

If you don't believe me, you can ask Imprius over there.

He will tell you what I am like.

Burkesso, come to fight.

I want to show what I can give you.

Let you know as you move forward, what you will encounter before your path comes to an end. "

Kindness can be seen in the eyebrows and eyes of the first ancestors.

He is more and more like an elder worthy of respect.

"I have no reason to limit what an old man who doesn't even know his age can do.

But you know, the Immortal King is me now.

So you should trust me.

Perhaps you, the first ancestor, cannot understand the reliance that barbarians today place on the title of Immortal King.

But you should at least know that I can be trusted.

Things were tricky about Rathma, but it happened that I was going to do something about him too.

If he was simply used as a pawn by that fellow Yserial.

Then it is the goal of the nephalem to take away the pawn of the high-level heaven. "

Bulkelso still wanted to convince the first ancestor in front of him.

It's just that this guy seems a little weird at this time

"Don't say you don't know anything about what's going on in High Heaven.

It's like you revived tens of thousands of barbarians who died in battle with the power of the holy mountain.

Once the matter on the high-level heaven is over, the number of those angels will definitely not be less than that of Harrogas Holy Mountain.

In other words, what they have to do is to bring back the angels who died in the endless time as much as they can.

Don't forget, you left the three ancestors with the seeds of time on the high-level heaven.

They wouldn't do nothing to them just because the three ancestors were barbarians.

Although the three of them will also be assisted by the power of the Archangel.

But as long as they are there, they can bring the power of time to the high-level heaven. "

The First Patriarch looked at Bulkelso in front of him.

He didn't hide anything when he said this.

Everyone present could hear what he said.

"Ha!? You mean the three ancestors that our Immortal King is going to damage in order to achieve the present goal?

First Patriarch, we respect you because you are the source of the barbarians.

But that doesn't mean you can slander our Immortal King! "

The relatively irritable Cassius stared at the first ancestor.

If he hadn't just told about the achievements of the first generation of ancestors, he might have started to breathe out the fragrance at this time.

“There is indeed a generation gap between us.

At least I can't understand your trust in him.

We were the same back then, trusting in angels.

Trust the devil too.

Although it seems a bit scary to say that.

But when we do it to those uncles and aunts who live around us.

We all realize one thing.

That is, human beings simply do not have anything to rely on.

Whether it is an angel or a demon, they have never regarded us as their own people.

Our birth is more like a continuation of the struggle between the High Heavens and the Burning Hells.

Also more like a continuation of the anger between each other.

Why do you think I am angry? "

The first ancestor asked Cassius without any emotional fluctuations.

His attitude made Cassius silent.

"Your doubts are justified.

After all, I don't really like high-level paradise.

But if the answer to this question comes from me, it's better to let Imprius give you the answer.

These are indeed part of my plan. "

Bulkelso looked at the first ancestor in front of him calmly.

At this time, it is not very important that the battle starts properly.

What's more important is what's in his plan.

"Actually, we didn't intend to let Burning Hell go out first.

Whether it's Bulkelso or us, we need a complete Burning Hell.

But the Burning Hell can continue to exist, but without any great threat.

That's our bottom line.

Bul-Kathel chose Baal, who at least seemed innocuous, to lead the Burning Hells.

And we hope to let the new poisonous king Jorez go to this position.

However, our choices at this stage are consistent.

That is to find that Diablo first, and at least seal his power.

And the place is of course the dark soul stone on Bulkelso's forehead.

I don't care whether Bulkelso can get the power of fear from it.

It's just that I won't stop the others. "

Imprius described the general situation as simply as possible.

He doesn't care whether the first generation of ancestors believed him or not.

Anyway, he just said something according to Bulkeso's needs.

"sounds good.

But can the two of you really overcome your fear?

Don't say that Bulkelso's soul can overcome fear without fear.

Although I'm not an archangel, I'm no stranger to Diablo himself. "

The eyes of the first generation ancestor were a little deep, he should know something inside.

These words were more like questioning, but the target of the questioning was not Bulkelso, but Imprius as courage!

"Are courage and fear divisible?

After Bulkelso lost his fear, why was he able to give birth to such great courage?

In other words, this courage was not conceived by himself as Bulkelso.

Now he is just using his previous inheritance?

Don't forget, my time in Uldyssian still exists.

Even stood in front of Uldyssian!

To be honest, I still don't understand how you, Imprius, managed to become Bulkelso's friend.

Although you are one of the few good people among the archangels.

But to say you'll help the nephalem would be an overstatement! "

At this time, the ancestors of the first generation no longer concealed their hostility towards Imprius.

He is hostile to all existence other than the nephalem.

Be it an angel or a demon.

Even Inaris and Lilith...they were enemies as well as being the parents of the original Nephalem.

This point has become the consensus of the Nephalem during the Battle of Original Sin.

Whether the angels and demons have good intentions or not, their desire to control the fate of humanity is real.

The struggle of the nephalem was at first just for a free will to still exist.

"I don't expect you to trust us.

Because you are the ones who have witnessed the greatest pain of humanity.

You've been around so long, long enough that you forget why you made the decisions you did in the first place.

Your powers collide over time.

But your souls can't stop the pace of aging. "

Imprius's tone was full of sighs.

It's as if the first generation of ancestors is already old and dying.

...

"Is this the plan of your angels?"

Tariq watched the surrounding angels with light wings gradually recover.

With a bit of sarcasm, he looked at Auriel and Marsaille in front of him.

The last step of maintenance on the High Paradise, Marthael has not yet started.

But these angels have begun to recover.

"It wasn't something that was planned.

Normally, this is something that happens after the plan is completed.

Obviously something happened that we don't know about. "

Masail said with a smile.

Although he didn't know what happened in the process.

It can make the high-level heaven produce this phenomenon after completion before it becomes complete.

But of course it's a good thing.

Although there is a difference between archangels and angels.

But they are brothers after all.

The nephalem didn't have much ill feeling towards these ordinary angels whose names they didn't even know.

These guys' positions are too simple.

It's as simple as doing the right thing with Burning Hell.

As long as it is something that can make Burning Hell uncomfortable, they will never turn back.

I don't know whether to call this kind of New Year noble or stupid.

However, the recovery of these angels is also a good thing for the nephalem.

"Is there anything in this world that wisdom doesn't know?

Although you have never been an all-knowing existence.

But it would be an insult to your intellectual authority to say that you have no suspicion of it. "

Tariq made no secret of his hostility toward Malthael.

There is no need for any cover-up either.

If the Burning Hell is resolved, Malthael will still target the nephalem as he did in the past.

This is a necessity.

Both sides are tacit about this.

"My speculation is of no value to you.

But it might be worth a fortune to the high heavens.

So why am I telling you?

You are not me, although I did not leave you behind when I bestowed wisdom.

But you are different from me after all. "

There seemed to be a strong sense of superiority in Masail's words.

Tariq was momentarily at a loss for words.

He looked at Kahn beside him, and began to miss the guy who used to stand in that position.

If it was Maddock, he should have pointed at Malthael's nose and cursed by now.

But Kahn seemed a little dumbfounded.

Although there is not much difference between Kahn and Maddock in terms of combat effectiveness.

But in terms of the tacit understanding between partners, Kahn is somewhat rusty.

"What am I doing? You mean it's time for me to talk to Malthael?

I have nothing to say, but I have a mouthful of old phlegm I want to show Marthael! "

Kahn rolled his eyes.

His previous injuries had healed.

But the ground where he was standing was already stained red by the flowing blood.

Kahn is older than the three ancestors.

Although he is not old-fashioned, it is somewhat difficult for him to integrate into a group of juniors.

It's good now.

Although the three of them still need some training, they have already demonstrated the strength of the barbarian ancestors.

that's enough.

As for other things, let's talk about it after the three ancestors have received the blessing of the power of the five archangels in the high-level heaven.

To get that kind of power, although it would not be said to be reborn.

But it can also make the three of them look brand new.

Lai Ko and Mage Ancient One, who has been silent since coming here, are also beneficiaries of this change.

But they don't seem to have much to say about it.

"Hurry up, Marthael.

I can wait thousands of years just for you to make a decision.

But my child cannot wait like this.

Marthael, don't let me rush you.

Don't let hope push you down a certain path. "

Auriel looked at Malthael with furrowed eyebrows.

Words of hope are not only urging, but also threats!

Is the path that hope guides others on the right path?

Is it a decision made by a free will?

The answer is unknown.

Because hope cannot give this answer.

The power of hope was something Malthael would not be willing to face.

Hope is not the same as courage.

The power of courage will be expressed more or less directly.

But the power of hope is as full of puzzles as wisdom.

"I thought you would let me experience the joy of my brothers and sisters coming back for a while longer.

Auriel, since you're urging me, I'll start now.

Of course, the savages over there.

You wouldn't try to stop me from doing this if you weren't stupid.

Because once you do.

Those who offended were not simply Malsail and the Archangel of Hope.

You have offended a mother who seeks the best protection for her children.

Can you guess how terrible a mother who loves her children to the point of paranoia is? "

Masail seemed to be joking.

But these words seem to be experiencing the preview.

Tariq and Kerik exchanged glances, and then they looked at Kahn together.

"What do you see me doing?

Do I look like an idiot for rushing up to interrupt Malthael and offend Auriel?

I'm not very smart, but I'm not stupid either. "

Kahn explained helplessly.

The three of them still need to run in.

But now it's much better than before.

At least Kahn could understand what they meant from the eyes of the other two.

Maybe one day the three of them will be able to make enough eye contact.

Tossing until five o'clock in the morning yesterday did not solve the computer problem.

Today I found a master who came to repair the computer.

They tossed and tossed for three hours and still couldn't get it done.

Finally came to the conclusion that the motherboard does not support the service...

Recommend me to change the motherboard... Alas...

In the end, it became barely usable, so let's do this...