In the plains of despair.
Perhaps this place would have been called a certain neighborhood before, but with the arrival of Lakanos, this place only had the name Despair Plains.
All that can be seen is the endless stone ground and the occasional crack with a little spark.
This place is somewhat different from the scenery in the Burning Hell, but it is slightly better than the Burning Hell where the smell of magma and sulfur is everywhere.
Gruchak walked slowly and leisurely on the road, looking a little aimless.
"Oh~ this is the Plains of Despair?
Hello Lakanos, are you interested in wrestling with me?
Of course, it’s no problem to just grab weapons and start killing each other!”
Gruchak smiled heartily.
Having experienced despair, Gruchak knew exactly what despair felt like.
It is for this reason that Gruchak believes in hope more than when he was alive.
"Barbarian, the brilliance of your Imprius is almost blinding my eyes.
Did you come here to stop me?"
Lakanos' huge body stood in front of Gruchak.
Anyway, Gruchak didn't find out how this guy appeared in front of him, but he didn't care about it at all.
After all, we have to fight, and it doesn't matter whether the opponent's appearance is plain or fancy.
That won't determine the combat effectiveness of the two sides. At most, it will only affect a little fashion value.
"I won't tell lies to you either. I can't tell lies at all. Every time I try to lie, I will be laughed at by others.
So I’ll just say it!
My mission should be to delay you until Bulcaisel takes action to deal with you, a guy who was not part of his plan in the first place.
King of Despair, you should be glad that you don’t have a crown on your head and a throne under you!
But I want to try to see if I can get rid of your trouble before Bulcasso takes care of you!"
Gruchak tilted his head and looked at Lakanos, who was standing in front of him and was much taller than him.
By the way, he also looked at the two heavy blades in Lakanos' hands.
"By the way, your weapons are pretty good. So, can you lend me one when we start fighting?"
Gruchak said happily.
These words can be regarded as a provocation, or they can be regarded as a joke by Gruchak.
This guy is an optimistic fool. Maybe he chooses this fool's lifestyle because fools will be happier.
"Obviously not, but I am willing to chat with you.
Are you brave? If the person who first recognized you was not Prius, I might be willing to let you master the power of despair.
I appreciate the desperation in you."
Lakanos sat cross-legged directly in front of Gruchak.
Of course he knew that he and the Nephalem were hostile.
He wouldn't be surprised if Gruchak rushed forward with fists waving in the next moment.
I won't regret my relaxed attitude at this time.
"Ha, whoever approves of me is their business.
Anyway, courage is courage, and it makes me unhappy if it has to be a gift from an archangel.
So I usually use this power to make coffins for those guys.
By the way, I should have said before that I was here to delay time, right?
Are you going to chat with me? Aren't you afraid that Bulcasso will take care of you?"
Gruchak looked Lakanos up and down, then nodded.
I don’t know what he was expressing his approval for, but he immediately sat down cross-legged.
A legendary barbarian who was considered powerful and an uncrowned king of the Burning Hell sat together like old friends for many years.
It would be better if a small coffee table was placed in front of the two guys, a large jar of wine was placed on the coffee table, and a fat sheep was roasted on the side of the stove.
"I remember that the ancestral spirits of barbarians rarely appear in physical form. You can eat now, right?"
Lakanos waved his hand, and the ground in front of the two of them rose up and turned into a low table.
The sparks that were constantly bursting out around him also started to form and turned into a small fire.
Then Lakanos took a stone from the ground, emptied the contents and turned it into a pot.
"What! Let me first thank you for your kindness in treating me to dinner.
But let me tell you first, I will never eat people, and of course I won't eat demons either.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t have starved to death in my own field.”
Gruchak was stunned for a moment when he saw what Lakanos was doing, and shouted anxiously.
"Didn't anyone put anything in your backpack when you came?
You're not the first barbarian I've ever seen, and of course I know you guys won't touch the flesh of intelligent life.
I also have the leftover magic beef from last time, the kind that has no brains and is stupider than a normal cow."
The eyes on Lakanos' huge head that looked like high-wattage light bulbs flashed.
"If I were you, I wouldn't focus on the Burning Hell.
If I remember correctly, Bulcaisel should have been to Greevil's lair, right?
And those rainbow-like fairy tale worlds created by those annoying goblins?”
Lakanos spoke on his own without waiting for Gruchak to answer.
While I was talking, the large basin on the fire was also filled with half a demonic cow...
To put it bluntly, cooking is about cooking food, and Lakanos can definitely do that.
But the taste... is just like that.
Lakanos prefers meat with some blood, which is similar to most barbarians.
"Well, let me check the backpack first."
Gruchak said in a daze.
Then he turned his head and looked at what was in his backpack.
Then I discovered a large amount of alcohol, which was of relatively low quality.
"Is this what Bulkesso prepared for me?
No, if it were him, he wouldn’t let this kind of wine in, then it’s Calga?”
Gruchak took out a very simple earthen jar and placed it directly on the low table in front of him.
"It was Bulcaisuo who put it. I drank this with him last time.
So you didn’t listen to what I said before?”
Lakanos' movements were a little awkward, as if he was trying hard to roll his eyes.
"What? The goblin lair? Or that fairy tale world?"
Gruchak suddenly came to his senses and said something.
"The main thing is the fairy tale world, which is ridiculous to say.
That world should have been very beautiful, and my plain of despair should have been very terrible.”
Lakanos said to himself.
"How do I know what you are talking about?
I haven't mastered Kanai's Box, and of course I can't reshape the mechanical ring to find Greevil.
In addition, I have never seen that rainbow world!
I just can’t figure out how Bulkatho manages to see goblins so often.”
Gruchak tilted his head and looked at the beef dry-roasted in the stone pot.
"Then what? The last time you ate meat, it was dry-cooked like this?"
Gruchak swallowed before speaking.
The meat in the stone pot has begun to smell fragrant.
"Then you should pour the wine in."
As he spoke, Lakanos snatched the earthen pot from Gruchak's hand and poured it directly into the stone pot.
"That rainbow world was originally Auriel's domain, but there were just a few changes there."
Lakanos looked at Gruchak in front of him and said helplessly.
He had said these words to Bulcasso once before, but Bulcasso didn't seem to take them to heart at all.
Well... maybe I take it to heart.
Bulcaisel's wariness of Auriel is obvious.
Although Bulcaisel's trust in Auriel exists, it is not as much as that of Impris, even Tyrell.
He should be on guard...
"Archangel's realm?"
Gruchak responded without thinking at all, and then began to continuously take out wine from his backpack and pour it into the stone pot.
"That's not right! In the Archangel's realm, there will be little bears, ponies and flowers that look very cute, but are actually demons?"
Only then did Gruchak react.
"Do you think that when the seven of them tried and succeeded in corrupting Yizuer into a demon, those archangels would have no reaction at all?
They succeeded, but it can also be said that they failed.
I was not redeemed by the archangel and became an angel, but I am not a pure devil either."
Lakanos looked at Gruchak in front of him and rolled his eyes again before continuing.
"Aren't you serving that one who tortured the queen?"
"Andalil, do you never remember other people's names?"
Lakanos looked at Gruchak with a bit of anger in his eyes.
"Yes, Andariel! Doesn't it mean that you will feel pain every time you touch her?
What! Are you telling me now that you are half an angel?"
Gruchak showed no shame at all.
Anyway, he doesn't care what the name of the Demon King of Hell is, they are all dead, so why remember the names of his enemies?
"If I were a pure devil, of course I wouldn't feel pain.
But I'm not. Andalil promised to help me solve my physical problem, but she obviously failed."
Lakanos waved his hand and put his hand on the fire to roast it.
This is cleaner than washing hands.
Then he put his hand into the stone pot and turned the half of the demon cow's meat.
"But it's not all nothing. The demons in the Plains of Despair have all entered Auriel's domain because of the involvement between Auriel and me.
Even though the demons there are just cute little bears, ponies, flowers and the like, they are all demons through and through.
Auriel's realm has long been corrupted.
And my field...the despair of nothingness?
Yes! My place was very busy before that!
The demons queuing up can cover three levels of the Plains of Despair!"
As he spoke, Lakanos waved his fingers, as if he was describing the scene of that year to Gruchak.
"Well, we are definitely going to have a fight!
Don’t tell me you’re not a devil or half a devil, we’re definitely going to have a fight.”
Gruchak took a sip of saliva and spoke more firmly.
Yes, relatively firm...
There are not many opportunities for him to eat...
"I know, and I didn't intend to eat Bulcasso's hand just like this.
It’s just that I promised him not to fight the barbarians who brought food as soon as possible, but to have a good meal first.”
Lakanos rolled his eyes and said.
Now his eye-rolling gesture has lost its rawness and become more practiced.
"Ha! I knew it! You were definitely defeated by him!"
Gruchak slapped his thigh and laughed crazily.
Can a demon as famous as Rakanos be a good bird?
Perhaps because of his involvement with Auriel, he can talk to ordinary people, but the fact that he is a devil has not changed!
"Yes, I was beaten.
Damn it, that bastard was so powerful back then! I even doubt that Baal and Mephisto would have collided with him head-on in Harrogath.
Then it might not be Tyrael's turn to blow up the Worldstone."
Lakanos said angrily, then opened another earthen pot and poured it into the stone pot next to him.
"To be honest, Tyrael sacrificed almost all the barbarians at that time.
Obviously we are not at the end of our rope.
Even as long as he persists, Bulcaisuo may be able to return to the battlefield in time.
How can we be so devastated by then that we can rebuild the Holy Mountain of Harrogas?
Doesn’t the city of Harrogath on the Holy Mountain of Arreat sound good?”
Gruchak let out a long sigh.
"What I'm going to say is only for you. Don't think I'm trying to smear your Immortal King!"
Racanos tilted his head and looked at the flames.
"I feel that when Tyrael used his holy sword to blow up your Holy Mountain of Arreat, Bulcaisso acquiesced.
As long as the Holy Mountain of Arreat does not disappear, the first generation of Bulcaisuo may come back at any time.
And the current Bulcaisso may not be as respected by the barbarians as it is now."
Lakanos said calmly.
"Fuck you!"
Gruchak jumped up and kicked Lakanos.
The anger that was rarely shown from Gruchak also burned brightly.
Gruchak walked to the stone pot that was overturned by Lakanos, grabbed the leg of beef, broke it with all his strength, and stuffed the leg into his mouth.
"The contract between Bulcasso and you is that you can't take the initiative to fight against the barbarians, right!?
You bastard! I will take action directly!
Let’s fight!”
Gruchak was chewing the meat at the end, mumbling and spewing obscenities.
After Lakanos circled the ground twice, he also took out the two huge heavy blades in his hands.
"Yes, barbarians are not stupid, they are just violent, right?
Speaking of which, I don't care whether I am an angel or a devil.
But if I had to choose, I prefer the title of King of Despair!"
Rakanos stood up.
Waves of black smoke filled the air!
Gruchak couldn't tell how much of what he said before was true and how false.
He doesn't even bother to tell the difference!
Gruchak didn't even bother to delve into what kind of contract Bulcaisuo made after defeating Lalanos.
But one thing he is sure of, Bulcasso can be the immortal king! That means he must have never done anything bad in his life!
Otherwise, it would be impossible for Bulcaisel to become friends with the Battle Prophet Madoc!
Then there is only one answer. Even if Lakanos has some unclear connection with Auriel!
He is also a demon!
Everyone is saying that Rakanos is the King of Despair in the Burning Hell! But no one is saying that he is a non-staff member of the High Heaven!
If what he said is true, just the demons from the Plains of Despair can pollute the realm of the Archangel of Hope.
That can only mean that this bastard Lakanos has already gone bad!
"If you make the first move, the contract will be terminated!
But do you really think my speculation is groundless?"
Lakanos took two steps forward, and the heavy blades in his hands rubbed against each other, but there were no sparks.
There wasn't even a shrill, sharp sound.
"Don't fool me! I don't believe it!"
Gruchak said after flexing his muscles.
The realm of power and belief has begun!
At this time, only the last person standing can leave this field!
Gruchak didn't think he would lose. In the worst case, he could make Lakanos feel the same despair of dying slowly as he did when he starved to death in the field!
The king of despair?
The God of Fear doesn’t even know what fear is!
Then will the King of Despair be able to understand the true meaning of despair?
Gruchak doesn’t believe it at all!
This chapter has been completed!