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On the holy mountain of Harrogath, Bourkesso had already stood up.

He and the first ancestors were walking towards the door of the Temple of the Elders.

There are the highest steps on the holy mountain...

Yes, with the barbarians they don't even have a high platform to speak.

But it's not that important, the important thing is that they are about to ring the bell of the celebration!

"Because of Prius, since you're here, don't hide.

The Holy Mountain welcomes the brave.

And you are courage, and at this time, the last bit of an archangel has finally faded from you. "

Burkeseau glanced at the air.

It was only then that everyone noticed that the sunset had not moved for a long, long time.

Of course it wasn't the sunset, it was the Prius!

"I'm afraid that the news I will tell you in a while will bring me a beating.

But since you invited me, of course I have to come. "

Because the figure of Prius is getting closer.

The brilliance of his body is also getting dimmer.

By the time Imprius's feet were on the ground, he was no different from an ordinary person.

"The breath on your body is fear?

Just like the kid brought by Matthew.

You are not tainted by the source of fear without knowing it.

Tell me, where is Diablo?

And when do you want me to leave. "

Burkeseau looked at Impris who was standing in front of him.

His expression was very calm.

As if what he asked was not the most terrifying news of the devil.

"I helped him hold a key to the end of the world.

But believe me, the high heavens do not want to destroy the world.

Nor is it to harvest beliefs from the crowd in the face of the crisis of extinction.

I'm just forcing Malthael to make a choice. "

Imprison said a little bit about what he had done.

As for the more detailed content, he still needs to deliberate.

It's not that he was afraid that he might be beaten up.

I just wanted to find a rhetoric that would not provoke the barbarians so easily.

Helping Diablo could be considered a provocation for the barbarians.

"Destroy the most important authority?

That was really good.

Are you going to let me end this somewhat abrupt celebration?

Then let me see what kind of strength Diablo has at this time?

Or that you can't wait to see me become whole again?

And then take away my courage and magnify my fears?

Trying to make me submit? "

Bourkessel's words seemed to be joking.

But with his expressionless face, no one would think that what he said was just a joke.

"of course not.

After you've dealt with Diablo, you naturally don't need to let your fears fall asleep.

Although it means that I can also influence your mind.

But you should at least trust your friend. "

Yin Prius said without hesitation.

Because Prius doesn't lie.

At most, he was just hiding a little bit of information.

But when facing friends, because of Prius's arrogance, he will never hurt his friends.

"Then let's wait for our celebration to end.

I think Auriel should be looking forward to the sound of the battle cry now.

Marthael has come, I can feel it. "

Burkeseau's face was slightly sarcastic.

His sarcasm was aimed at Marthael.

Burkeseau knew very well the order in which Marthael did things.

He would never take Nephalem as his first target until the Burning Hell was resolved.

Because it is not necessary to do so.

But it would be an outright lie to say that Malthael would have goodwill towards the Nephalem.

Who would be friendly in the face of their second most important enemy? Just because the other party is not your first goal?

Maybe someone would do that, but not Marthael!

He is an archangel.

The most typical and clearest archangel.

There is no friendship between Malthael and Nephalem!

"I thought you would chop off Malthael's head as soon as possible.

It seems that you are still very calm. "

In Prius smiled.

Then he took out a bottle of cheap spirits he bought from the convenience store on the street and threw it to Bourkesso.

Because Prius is a little short of money now...

Although it's not yet to the point where I work full-time because I don't need much rest.

But now he works three jobs a day...

In addition to this, I have to deal with matters belonging to the Archangel of Courage.

He was already busy going round and round.

This bottle of wine is completely social for Prius to point out...

Not even the necessary kind.

"It's really your style.

As an Archangel of Courage, you must abide by the Iron Law of the High Heaven.

As a person, we must live a good life. "

There was less sarcasm in Burkeseau's smile.

A little more admiration.

There are not many people in this world who can exist like the Prius.

"The Archangel of Courage is my past.

Because Prius is my present.

As for my future, it depends on what path the world will eventually take. "

Because Prius smiled heartily.

That unremarkable face was very sincere.

"For our friendship."

Burkeseau said that he threw his best aged wine to Impurius.

"Could it be that you haven't learned to drink bars for so long?"

Bourkessel's words were already a joke between friends.

Although the ancestors present still have a lack of affection for the Prius.

But after all, he didn't say anything more at this time.

The holy mountain is the home of the barbarians.

As a parent, the Immortal King invited his friends to his home, but they couldn't drive them out.

Besides, it wasn't an archangel who came here, just because of the Prius.

"I learned a little bit.

But I still don't like it very much.

Compared with spirits, I prefer fruit juice. "

Because Prius's smile was even brighter.

Then the two raised the wine in their hands and gestured across the air.

Then he opened the bottle and started drinking.

The first-generation ancestor stood aside, quietly looking at Impris.

He is no stranger to the Archangel of Courage.

"Isn't this my nephew?

Now that I'm alone, should you call me uncle?

Of course, even if I'm still an archangel, you should call me Uncle Prius. "

After Prius finished drinking, he didn't say anything at all.

He directly turned his head and said to the first ancestor.

"I've said it long ago that the first ancestor should change his name."

Hilabor murmured in a low voice.

The First Ancestor and Bourkessel share the exact same name.

At this time, if he really called Uncle Imprius, it would have embarrassed Bourkeseau.

"Indeed, I should call you uncle.

But are you sure you want me to call you that?

If you have to count from this side, then I have to call Uncle Barr.

You also become Baal's junior.

Maybe Burning Hell will take this thing as a joke and it has been circulated in this world for thousands of years. "

The words of the first generation ancestors made Impris somewhat unable to continue this topic...

Lilith is nominally Mephisto's daughter...

It would be really embarrassing to discuss seniority.

But for the real Diablo, this seems to be a little more embarrassing...

"I am my own third uncle"?

But he probably wouldn't care about this kind of thing.

"That's it for this topic.

I didn't come here to hear you sort out your relatives. "

The corner of Burkeseau's mouth twitched.

The reunion of friends who were good friends suddenly became strange.

"By the way, we are here to start the celebration.

Then Burkeseau, let's begin.

Although Volusk is still in the Holy Mountain, he should still be able to make a battle cry, right? "

The first ancestor said.

Then he felt that the sole of his foot was stabbed by Yi Gu's energy...

Obviously, Vorusk is expressing his dissatisfaction in this way.

"The three ancestors are not here, so I'll be a guest host?"

Hilabor asked.

Then he was directly covering his mouth with a big hand.

This hand belongs to Cassius.

"You are older than us.

But it's not that there is no guy of the same age as you.

As long as there is a choice, I will never let you be any key person. "

Cassius' tone was threatening.

Calgar in the distance pushed aside Orongus beside him, step by step to a position one step lower than the two immortal kings.

On the bare flagpole in his hand, a flag seemed to be flying again.

"The first ancestor, the first Burkesso!

The creator of barbarians, the source of all barbarian blood!

The inheritor of casting authority and the imparter of casting knowledge.

The enemy of angels and demons!

One of the origins of the Nephalem!

The source of the bloodline of anger!

The transmitter of the power of anger!

People who betray their parents! "

Calga shouted loudly about the simplified experience of the first ancestor...

If there is no last sentence "people who betray their parents",

There may be a little pride on the face of the first ancestor!

"what!"

Battle Cry!

The first-generation ancestor stood on a high place and shouted a battle cry against the sky!

Except for the barbarians, this battle cry can only be heard by the strong!

The constant tremors on the holy mountain, like the power of countless barbarian souls stored in it, echoed his battle cry!

Above the holy mountain, a layer of red halo shrouded it at this time!

This is the feedback of the power of anger hidden in the blood of the barbarians!

At this time, the barbarians on the holy mountain felt that the power of anger in their bodies was restless!

This is the benefit given by the first generation ancestors!

Feeling the source of anger in their blood can make it easier for them to understand how to use the power of anger.

It's just that all barbarians can hear a hint of embarrassment from this battle cry...

Obviously, the phrase "the one who betrayed his parents" still had an influence on the ancestors of the first generation.

Hilar, whose mouth was covered, laughed.

Although his laughter was blocked by Cassius' big hand, he could only let out a whimper, like a hiccup...

Hiccup, commonly known as hiccup...

"Herab, if you spit your saliva on my hand.

I'll put my fist in your mouth in a moment! "

Cassius threatened with dissatisfaction.

The vanguard general Calgar had no expression at all about this...

He was just telling the truth.

"The successor of the Immortal King!

Great Elder Kanai's best friend!

To the rebels of death!

A person who shows the appearance of a rogue with an iron fist!

The creator of the brutal majesty of the legendary immortal king!

Addicted to beauty!

The immortal king who was accomplished in death!

Volusk! "

Calgar didn't have much time for others to react.

Immediately afterwards, he shouted out the words on behalf of Volusk...

"Xia!"

A battle cry whose source could not be found sounded again.

At this moment, the red halo above the holy mountain turned into a flame!

A burst of contempt and unwillingness towards death spread from this battle cry!

The savages who were still alive felt something that seemed to be pulling away from them.

The spirit of the ancestors who had died felt the death and made a slight retreat!

This is a gift from the second immortal king!

Let the warriors slightly distance themselves from death in battle!

As for how much effect this has, no one knows.

Perhaps it was just some insignificant chance of life in the 100% death battle.

But this is precious enough!

It's just that the barbarians can hear the embarrassment in this battle cry...

Apparently, Vorusk was not very satisfied with Calgar's lines that represented him.

The spirits of the ancestors laughed out loud this time...

Of course they know that Volusk is not a lascivious person...

But this is the most widely circulated part of the legend about him...

Except for barbarians, not many people would care about the life of an immortal king.

On the contrary, he is very interested in the lace news about the immortal king of the barbarians...

The ghost knows how many times this rumor has been choreographed in the process of becoming a legend that can represent Vorusk.

But Vorusk's **** seems to have become the biggest label given to him by the outside world.

And brutality is the second most clear label...

Who made Vorusk like to use his gauntlet to hammer the enemy's face...

The power on the holy mountain continued to be turbulent.

The faces of the ancestral spirits matched a bit of hilarious expressions.

This is the first time that Vorusk has replaced Kanai with the power to sort out the holy mountain of Harrogath.

Even if something unexpected happens, it doesn't matter.

There are three immortal kings in Harrogath now!

Whether it is the first ancestor or Bourkesso, as long as they are willing to intervene.

Then all this is not a problem.

And the chance to see Vorusk's jokes is rare.

All ancestors are paying attention to the changes of the holy mountain.

They seem to be hoping that something goes wrong with this process, so that they can use it to tease Vorusk after dinner.

They respect the second immortal king who sacrificed for the barbarians.

But they also don't like idiots who challenge death without giving any explanation!

"Calgar, if you arrange me.

I will do it.

They are dead, but I am alive.

And Harrogath is my holy mountain! "

Burkessel squinted at Calgar, who was just about to speak.

Calgar's expression froze a little.

Then he nodded solemnly and earnestly to Bourkesso.

"I knew that Burkeseau just didn't seem to care about his reputation."

Hilabor just pulled Cassius' hand from his mouth.

Opening your mouth is what you say.

Of course, after he said these words, he could clearly feel that the arm that had just covered his mouth before was bound around his neck.

And the power is getting bigger and bigger...

"Don't take me with you if you want to be beaten!"

Cassius' voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth~www.NovelMTL.com~Hilab tilted his head and saw the "kind" gaze of Bulkesso...

At this moment, he remembered how much effort Burkeseau had made to change his name.

At that time, Bourkesso had to play sandbags in front of him every day, he was there, he was the sandbag...

"Then what, you continue."

Hilabor forcefully snapped the arm around his neck.

Finally, he bought himself a little space enough for him to speak.

Then he said with a small smile...

The ancestral spirits who were watching burst into laughter.

Why is the celebration so serious?

The Immortal King himself came off the stage with the rhythm.

Then it's enough for everyone to be happy!

Enjoy the moment to the fullest.

And then wantonly fight with demons on the battlefield!

In the midst of a fight, use a battle cry to cover up the pain when you are injured!

Then return to the holy mountain with a smile!

This is the barbarian.

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