On the outskirts of the burning hell, Gruchak was shocked!
"Mathael, you are in trouble."
Gruchak raised his head and looked at Malthael with a particularly strange expression.
His wrinkled eyebrows made him look a little sad, but there was a smile on his lips.
"Really? I seem to be able to guess a little, but it seems I don't have to guess now.
The violent aura behind that portal makes me want to tremble."
Massa smiled calmly.
"There seems to be some changes in you, I'm a little curious. Gruchak, can you show it to me?"
Malthael suddenly asked.
"Shall I try? Anyway, you can't make any waves now."
Gruchak turned his head and glanced sideways at Malthael, then bared his teeth and dismissed the phantoms of the three ancestors summoned from behind.
"Something seems to have changed in the summons of the ancestors. My bloodline feels like it is being fed back.
Then give it a try, now I am probably the barbarian best suited to summon Volusk.
After all, all the power he had during his lifetime was concentrated in my body."
Gruchak shouted loudly.
A flashing heavy blade appeared in front of him, and then fell heavily to the ground.
"It almost took your toes off."
Malthael said a little funny.
"It's just a little prank, Volusk, did you just put in a little bit of instinct when you were summoned for the first time?"
Gruchak stretched out a hand and pinched the weapon transformed from the soul.
There is a sense of ridicule in the innermost part, and it is spoken affectionately.
Volusk, a barbarian who has never lived up to his title of Immortal King.
He even gave his power to Gruchak to face possible dangers before doing something stupid.
Even if he chooses to be stupid, at least he will live up to his legend!
"Because my true body has come, there is no need to be more aware of your side.
And what does a weapon need to think about?
Anyway, you won't listen to other people's advice when fighting.
But I hope you can urge those young warriors to master this technique as soon as possible, I still have a lot to teach them."
Warusk's figure came from another direction.
Bulkatho had already passed through the portal at this time, and the legend of Volusk's Call naturally followed.
"I thought you needed more time to accomplish what you were about to do, Bulcaisel."
Gruchak's tense muscles relaxed and he collapsed directly on the ground!
Although the battle with Malthael will not be crushed, the pressure is still very huge.
Even the crude savages felt relieved at this time.
"Thank you for your hard work, Gruchak.
But I seemed to have asked you to keep an eye on the situation in Canduras before, if I didn't feel wrong.
Leoric seems to be no longer in Canduras."
After Bulcaisu finished speaking, he looked at Gruchak, showing he was hesitant to speak.
"Did you just want to scold me? But you gave up temporarily?"
Gruchak's mouth twitched twice.
"We don't have enough manpower, so there's no point in scolding you."
Bulcaisel turned his head and looked at Malthael, his hand already on the handle of the knife!
"Wait a minute. If you plan to kill me directly, I might threaten you?"
Malthael behaved very harmlessly, even putting away his combat equipment.
He knew very well that even if he used his trump card at this time, he would not be able to defeat Bulqueso, and many of his plans would be scrapped.
What is hidden is called the trump card. Once it is revealed, it loses its original function.
"Threatening to deprive yourself of all your wisdom? Decisions that go against your original intentions can only mean that you have bigger plans and that you think these plans have a high success rate.
But I seem to have said that I will beat you once I see you. As long as I don’t completely end your existence, then it doesn’t matter, right?
Anyway, you don’t seem to be the type who values dignity very much.”
Bulcaisel looked at Malthael with malice brewing in his eyes.
No Nephalem has a good impression of Malthael, and this guy doesn't care about the Nephalem's favor either.
He showed a strange condescension, but he didn't seem to be full of contempt for the Nephalem.
"Dignity? I still want to save a little bit if possible.
You can get the authority of wisdom from me, but you will definitely not be able to spread wisdom to the world again in a short time.
There is no way you can make up for this gap.
So I am actually your last target, Bulcaisel."
What Malthael said was extremely certain.
The Archangel of Wisdom is here, and the Archangel of Death Malthael, not far away, has also stopped attacking Yina.
Because it has no meaning anymore.
Bulkatho can definitely be dealt with by two Malthael.
It would be somewhat ridiculous to continue to do this, and it would be a pure waste of time.
"So you plan to threaten me with your early death?
It's a nice idea, and I do seem to be threatened by it."
Bulcaisel replied.
Then he set his sights on Yin Na.
"Thank you, Yin Na.
You could have pretended that you didn't see anything, that this battle was not necessary."
Bulcasso bowed slightly in Yina's direction as a greeting.
“Although it was a bit difficult, the results are good.
Although I am a monk, I will not watch my fellow nephalem being harmed by an archangel.
It’s just that I still think your plan might be slightly better, and you’re just closer to success.”
Yin Na clasped her palms together and bowed her head slightly to express her respect for Bulcasso.
The phantom bodies behind her walked behind her one by one, blending into Yin Na's body from the chaos.
The previous battle was also very difficult for Yin Na. She had to choose to take back her phantom body to make up for the losses in the battle.
As long as we are human, it cannot be endless.
Fighting will inevitably cause losses, which is actually quite normal.
"So when you come here now, do you plan to take action against any archangel?
If I'm not mistaken, your body seems to contain the source of fear?
As long as the power of fear is eliminated, you can make your soul whole without any pressure. This seems to be a blessing in disguise?"
Malthael said.
The moment he finished speaking, a huge hand grabbed his head and pinned him to the ground.
"I'm very afraid of your threats, but that doesn't mean you can act unscrupulously in front of me!"
Burqaso's somewhat convoluted words were spoken to Malthael, whose head was held down.
Granted, Bul-Katho did not want to live through the years when most beings lost their wisdom, but this move was Malthael's final resort.
Even if this is an insurmountable threat, there is no need to be too polite to Malthael.
Who would resort to last resort just for the slightest dissatisfaction?
At least Malthael is not this kind of guy, and his tolerance level is pretty good.
"I forgot you don't like being told what to do, but you'd better bring them out quickly.
The situation inside will not be too good, even if Rathma will cover Tyrell and the others out of his own position.
Rathma is very strong, but you and I both know that the Nephalem's mind is really hard to explain sometimes."
Archangel of Death Malthael looked at the held down Archangel of Wisdom and said.
Both of the two archangels were Malthael, so it was a bit strange to see him being pinned to the ground and unable to even open his mouth.
It will even give the Archangel of Death Malthael the illusion that he is being pinned to the ground.
"Israel, this is my goal.
After all, from the perspective of the Nephalem as a whole, Israel has the deepest hatred.
And he is different from you."
Bulcaisuo did not look at the standing Archangel of Death, but said to the Archangel of Wisdom who was pinned to the ground.
When applying pressure, it is more comfortable to face the controlled Malthael.
"Okay, but I need him in exchange for a guarantee.
You cannot take action against other archangels in a short period of time."
The Archangel of Death sighed, and then gave his conditions.
"It won't take too long, and I just won't take the initiative. If you are provoked, you will know the result."
After Bulcaisuo finished speaking, he immediately let go of the Archangel of Wisdom who was being held down.
The face of the Archangel of Wisdom is a little deformed!
Although Bulcasso controlled his temper just now, he was not very considerate.
"I only hope Tyrell can accept your condition. You should have experienced his stubbornness a long time ago."
As Malthael said this, he turned into a blue light and left Bulcaisel's side.
The two archangels bowed slightly and chose to leave.
Bulcaisel has arrived, and he doesn't need to interfere in the next thing, and there is no room for him to interfere!
"Do I still need to go to Canduras now?"
Gruchak asked.
"Go back to Harrogath, then go behind the throne of Volusk in the Temple of the Elders, lift up the floor tile and distribute all of Volusk's wine to everyone.
Anyway, a knife doesn’t require drinking.”
Bulkesso ordered casually.
"Yin Na, Karasim is back, and Craig is also on the Holy Mountain, so I'll leave it to you.
It’s time for the Sky Temple to expand its manpower. You can select suitable people on the mountainside of Harrogas.
I know that the apprentices you want are different from barbarians, and I will ask the three ancestors to open a mountain climbing path for you soon."
Bulcasso showed kindness to Yina.
Although the Nephalem have the absolute upper hand in terms of top combat power, there are some things that cannot be accomplished by just the strongest person.
"I remember that there seem to be a few good talents in the Sky Temple. I'll go back and take a look at their talents first.
If possible, they will officially join the Monk's Gate."
Yin Na said very kindly.
Yin Na was also very happy to see a being in the Nephalem that could make the Archangel bow his head.
The most important thing now is to get the Nephalem out of the embarrassing situation of insufficient manpower as soon as possible.
To achieve this step, one cannot place all hope on the barbarians.
Yin Na's figure flashed and disappeared directly. She had already headed to the Holy Mountain of Harrogas.
For Yin Na in the sky, the portal only needs to be used when she needs to go to an environment such as an underground palace.
Under the sky, she can be everywhere.
"Monks and barbarians can be greatly expanded. Monks can obtain the bloodline of Nephalem as long as they communicate with the gods.
We have enough ancestor spirits to complete the inheritance.
But what about the Crusaders?
Although Canduras has begun to train necromancers, you are not planning to let Li Min rebuild Xiansai Academy as a mage, right?
There are also witch doctors and crusaders, these two professions are destined not to increase their numbers dramatically.
And the witchers..."
Gruchak counted them one by one.
It is not an easy task for the Nephalem to expand!
In fact, becoming a monk is the easiest choice. After a long period of practice, most monk apprentices can communicate with all gods.
Especially when Yin Na, the leader of the gods, is in the Sky Temple.
But it’s not easy for other nephalem to expand!
As a spellcaster, a witch doctor needs not only a smart enough mind, but also unique talents.
As for the Crusaders, the real Crusaders are almost a single generation.
The Crusaders of Johanna's lineage have been passed into Steve's hands.
Johanna herself would not allow more apprentices to use the name Johanna.
We can't all call the Crusaders Johanna, nor can they be numbered after their names.
That would be a bit funny, like "Johanna 9527"?
As for the witchers... Vera is not the type who likes to have students, and strictly speaking, witchers are just a general term for people who use the same energy.
If a monk is willing to change the energy he uses from internal power to discipline value and hatred value, he can also change his profession to become a demon hunter.
Most of the demon hunters' combat methods are technical, with only those two energies as the core.
"You don't need many Crusaders, but you can train some Paladins or Templars.
Even if the probability of them being corrupted is not low, it is still better than being an ordinary person who can only open his eyes and watch himself being killed by demons.
Other professions depend on their thoughts.
Monks are the profession with the fewest corrupted people when there are a lot of them, so it is a good thing to increase the number of monks first."
Bulqueso said hesitantly.
He was also unsure of the consequences of his decisions.
However, it is obvious that the Nephalem are short of manpower and must be resolved as soon as possible.
The fact that archangels can be killed cannot be hidden from the eyes of demons forever.
"Mathael said you took back the power of fear?"
Gruchak asked.
He was a little worried.
Although Gruchak knew that Bulcasso had separated the fear in his soul, so he would not be affected by the power of fear.
But this also means that Bulcaisel cannot immediately grasp the power of fear!
How can someone who doesn’t understand the existence of fear turn fear into his own strength?
"Don't worry, if everything goes well, the archangels will have to restrain themselves for a while after I return.
I don't plan to completely eliminate Israel's existence, but making him unable to appear as a combat force is my goal.
But if I do it to this extent, Tyrell won't be able to stop me."
Bulcaisel reassured Gruchak.
"When we go back, we'll go find Kahn and Andakulgas first and ask them to prepare.
Maybe there’s no need to hide Jiushiman’s trump card anymore.”
Burcasso suddenly remembered to give Gruchak the same advice.
Then he plunged headlong into the burning hell!
This chapter has been completed!