Dark Savages Come To the United States

The process of giving the medicine bottle didn't take much time, it was just a special trip to the Elder's Temple.

During this period of time, Natasha and Hawkeye have almost understood how to use the return trip and teleportation. If it goes well, they will be able to use it in a few days.

"Vorusk, what's going on with you?"

The beard on Bulkasso's chin trembled, and he asked Vorusk.

By the way, he moved his shoulders, he was a little bored during this time.

"That kid was thrown into the secret realm by me. Judging by his appearance, there is strength in his body."

Vorusk sat up straight from the shattered throne, speaking in passing.

"You mean the power of thunder? Don't tell me that you can't see the difference between him and the hammer of Odin's son, right? He is still a little less than that hammer."

Bulkasso looked at Rorschach who was walking towards him, and casually talked to Volusk.

"Ancestor Bulkasso, I want to enter the secret realm."

Rorschach opened his mouth to enter the secret realm to fight.

This young man's pursuit of strength is much stronger than other recruits.

"Are you sure you want to go now? I can tell you in advance that what you are about to see this time is a replica of Leoric, the first Holy Cult King to be produced."

Bulkasso frowned, and said to Rorschach seriously.

Back then, Bulkelso met a difficult demon at this time. Although that guy was not Leoric, the name of this demon was the Holy Cult King!

This is an imitation after Diablo stole the power of other hell demon kings. Although there is no blasphemy against life, the strength of the holy king is still difficult to deal with.

Even if this sacred king is just Diablo's trial product, it is much more difficult than the enemies Rorschach has seen before.

In particular, this sacred king has already mastered a small part of the power that belongs to Leoric in Diablo's imitation.

"March of the Black King" and "Bone Smash".

The fighting style that swayed the pure power of the Skeleton King could not be easily resisted.

This sacred king is far less powerful than those that appeared later, and it is just an attempt made by Diablo to study Leoric.

Even the current Rorschach is as dangerous as facing that monster.

"Can you tell me more?"

Rorschach looked at Bulkelso, who was playing with a hatchet in his hand.

Although the recruit's handaxe was a bit light for him now, but luckily, he didn't get a better weapon.

"Black King's March and Skeleton Bash, when you see that big skeleton about to unleash an attack with a strong front motion, avoid it. Make sure to see it swing the scepter three times or stand still for two breaths without movement Go up again."

Bulkelso simply hesitated for a moment, and then told Rorschach the news.

As long as Luo Xia got that secret, he would be able to grow without hindrance.

It is inevitable to become stronger.

Bul-Kelso just wanted to make sure Rorschach didn't die before reaching that moment,

"March of the Black King" is one of Leoric's trump cards. He swung the scepter of the Mad Monarch three times in a row, each time carrying enough power to destroy everything.

If it weren't for the weakness of the bluntness left behind by this powerful force that even Leoric himself couldn't control, then Leoric would definitely have a chance to overthrow Diablo.

It is not a problem that the Seven Demon Kings of Hell surpass Leoric in strength, but the most powerful thing about Leoric the Skeleton King is the power that desecrates life itself.

As long as everything is alive, it cannot be ignored when facing this kind of power.

No matter if it was Bulkelso or the Great Demon God Diablo, once they were hit by Leoric, they would be left with incurable injuries.

Even if Rorschach only had to face the Holy Cult King who was a trial product, that kind of power that blasphemed life only had a little breath.

The challenge is still dangerous, but not a dead end.

"In that case, let me go."

Rorschach glanced at Bulkelso, and then said without hesitation.

Bul-Kelso made his way to the door of the Elder's Temple, and Vorusk dismissed the others.

The secret realm of Bulkasso is not suitable for unrelated people to pay attention to, it is best not to stay nearby.

Bulkelso hit the top of the stone pillar with a fist, and it was still the golden-yellow and blood-red portal.

Rorschach walked in without saying a word, ready to face this challenge.

It wasn't too long before he knew the truth, half a year at most, and according to his growth rate, he would be able to reach that secret realm that no one wanted to talk about.

"Bulkelso, I don't intend to question you, but I still want to ask you, are you sure he is the one you are waiting for?"

Vorusk looked at the somewhat different secret realm portal and asked in a low voice.

"Although I can go on like this forever, but I can't continue to become stronger like this. Masail needs someone to face him, and now, I am the only one left."

Bulkeso lowered his eyes and spoke as if talking to himself.

In the sanctuary, even if Bulkelso can't defeat those hell demon kings, don't worry too much.

After all, the nephalem are not alone.

But now, when it comes to actually facing Malthael, it seems that only he, a nephalem, has this opportunity in this world.

"Che, you are always worrying. Or do you think that Rasma can't hold back Masail's footsteps? Or do you think you are the only one in the world, Bulkasso?"

Vorusk said in a deliberately indifferent tone.

Bulkelso in front of him inherited the wilderness suit from the original ancestor, but he did not inherit the pair of original double knives.

What was damaged in the battle with Malthael was nothing more than a pair of imitations that were infinitely close to the original.

If he had given the weapon with his legend, then it wouldn't be destroyed in battle.

The original legend has never been indestructible.

"I don't care, but I know that Malthael's arrival will not be too late. After all, Rathma himself is not as kind as his pastor."

Bulkelso shook his head, remembering the joke about why necromancers were unpopular.

The adventurer said: "I lost my brother, and I swear revenge!"

His companions began to take the oath together.

"My sword is with you!"

"And my magic!"

"My fist!"

At this time, the necromancer stood up, what can he say?

"And your dead brother!"

Most of the time, no one can accept the necromancer's fighting style.

In addition to that eerie way of fighting, there is also their unspeakable stance.

Confusing the power of life and death is very dangerous in itself.

The existence that truly desecrates life itself and confuses the boundary between life and death is called Leoric!

Rathmah himself is more elusive and purposeless than his priests.

The nephalem of the Necromancer profession, after all, gather under the banner of justice and fight for the survival of mankind.

But only Rathma has never left any legends about the battle, but he is powerful but only obsessed with exploration. No one knows what he is looking for.

He was more of a bystander, never participating in the war.

"Whatever you want, death can't kill Death Soul twice. Our life is over, and Malthael can't do anything to us."

Volusk fumbled for the gravel hammer on his waist and said frankly, but his face was not very good-looking.

Death is the end of life, and it is not possible for the authority of death to bring death to the existence standing at the end.

Unless Masail got the full authority of life.

"But he can ignore your existence. The dead cannot violate death itself. You may know what death is better than me."

Bulkeso glanced at Vorusk.

Lei Ko was standing not far away watching the exchange between the two of them, her fists already clenched.

As the second-generation Immortal King, Vorusk was the strongest nephalem no matter what profession he was in during his existence.

Even powerful other existences couldn't see his back.

When he was alive, there was no mage named Li Min.

If the Seven Devil Kings of Hell dared to fight Vorusk head-on, they would only end up being defeated and sealed.

But even such a powerful Volusk died in the battle.

His opponent is not demons and angels, but the rule of death itself.

Vorusk's arrogance made him ignore the help of the high heavens, and directly rejected the idea of ​​the Archangel of Fate bestowing light wings.

Volusk's laziness is because no one in the world can defeat him, so he can treat everything lazily.

That was the calmness that only belonged to Volusk.

He despises Imprius, mocking the courage of the Archangel of Courage in person, and even makes Imprius not have the courage to fight in front of him.

Even ignoring the advice of the Archangel of Justice, he responded to the dissuasion of Masail, who was still the Archangel of Wisdom at the time, with scolding, and also threw away the blessing of the Archangel of Hope.

Volusk has lost the favor of fate, hope, courage, wisdom and justice, and as a life declares war on the rules of death itself.

Volusk acted as if he was questioning the reality of the world.

Then when you challenge the rules of death itself, you lose as a life.

Since Prius looked directly at courage itself, he was obsessed with courage and no longer afraid.

There is Malthael who is constantly searching and thinking in the library, and Tyrael who is no longer compromised.

Israel didn't say much anymore, and Auriel didn't give up anymore.

The existence of Volusk is even more dazzling than the first ancestor!

Because of his challenge, the barbarian tribe had to face danger.

Orac died in battle, and Barnar died in battle.

It was all a sacrifice to keep the savages alive after he had offended death itself.

The coercive Immortal King Vorusk could only turn into a soul in the end, watching his wife and children disappear under the ravages of death.

His son was only one year old at the time, and there was no time to create even a glimmer of glory, so he died crying.

His wife trembled in the face of death, and in order to keep the blood of Volusk alive, she prayed to death without dignity, wanting to live.

For this reason, his wife also lost the chance to appear on the holy mountain.

Harrogarth will not shelter the soul of a beggar.

Seeing all this happening, Volusk finally lost his original arrogance, and changed from being lazy and domineering to what he is now.

This barbarian tragedy lasted until the birth of Lecco.

After losing her lover back then, Lei Kou fought for the barbarians step by step to gain living space, and finally exchanged her own death at the peak to subside the rules of death.

The price Lai Ko paid was the gift of hope.

Since then, the barbarian has finally been able not to be punished by death.

At present, the most powerful barbarians on the holy mountain have fought against death, and so far, none of them have won!

"Death is just a rule of will that is about to be born. If you give him a little more time, then death will be born in the form of life."

Volusk muttered under his breath.

Death itself should be the personification of the rule, like the five archangels or the seven demon kings of hell.

But Masail seems to have found the place where death exists in the great library, forcibly obliterating the immature personality of death, and successfully replacing it.

"You should be lucky, if death is really born, then he should be called life."

Bulkasso said casually, and reached out to take it out of his backpack.

Every time he talked about a topic that no ancestor on this holy mountain was willing to mention, he always wanted to get drunk.

"I still feel guilty for what you have done."

Volusk whispered:

"Maybe I shouldn't have been drinking your brew and telling the shit."

Volusk showed a rare wry smile, and his sturdy body looked very depressed.

"Facing death, isn't this a preordained thing? When that time comes, I can usurp that authority."

Bulkelso hadn't pulled out the wine, his treasure buried beneath the ground of Mount Harrogath.

"You have to know that no matter how glorious you are and what legend you have created, it is impossible for you to appear on the holy mountain of Harrogas after you die."

Reco hands Bulkeso a bottle of wine, leftover from her wedding stash.

It represents the happiest time in Laikou's life.

"That's nothing to be afraid of, I'm immortal!"

Bull Casso roared loudly!

"Stop making lame excuses that you haven't died since you were born, we all know that people will always die. Like death is the complete circle of life."

Lai Ko's hoarse voice spoke with some anger.

On the holy mountain, only Leko and Volusk knew what Bulkelso had paid.

Those who know all of this, even if they searched the shelter, would only add the names of Imprius, Tyrael, and Leoric, and at most one Yzreal.

The mad king may have turned all this into a chaotic memory and continued to go crazy.

The next person to know will only be the grown-up Rorschach.

Rorschach is the heir selected by Bulkelsau. If Bulkelsau fails, then Rorschach is the next hope.

Bulkelso, also the only barbarian who was able to choose an heir while alive.

It is the will of Harrogarth, for the barbarian never forgets hatred!

Writing this chapter was very difficult. I finished this chapter overnight, and I am quite satisfied...

I will continue to write the rest when I wake up. The updates on the 5th and 6th may not be strong enough. Let alone more, I will continue with 20,000 words on the 7th!

This chapter finally explains why Vorusk, the Immortal King, died in battle.

How did he and Leiko die as the barbarians in the legendary suit left behind with enough power to crush the Seven Demon Kings?

The second half of this chapter is too brain-intensive, after all, the experience of these ancestors can only be enriched by me...

In order for them to have distinct personalities, they have to conform to the information in a few words. This is a big project.

It also leads to the purpose of Bulkelso.

Challenge death itself, not a personified angel of death.

The obsession left by Vorusk as the Immortal King is also the reason why Bulkelso postponed the succession of the title of Immortal King.

An immortal king who can silence all opponents, and the most domineering existence of all nephalem.

His performance is enough to let him enjoy this title without dispute.

What do you think about the past of the second-generation Immortal King Vorusk?

If you are interested in the stories of these ancestors I wrote, let me know, I will find time to write some free extras and put them in the related works?