On the holy mountain of Harrogas, a large group of ancestors were still making noises.
After all, it is indeed rare enough for a show like Bulkeso to beat someone hard.
Especially the guy who was beaten was the first generation ancestor who was extremely powerful and even undefeated in the legend.
As for the fact that Volusk was hiding in the Holy Mountain and causing trouble, they didn't care.
Just like when Volusk and Bulcaisu fought.
The only difference is that the person who took away Volusk's power that time was Kanai.
"Are you done yet?"
The first generation ancestor said with great difficulty.
It looked like he wanted to stand up and fight well.
But Bulquesso seemed to have no intention of giving him this opportunity.
This time Bulcaisuo did not refuse the help provided by the Holy Mountain, and even cooperated with the power of the Holy Mountain to pin the first generation ancestor to the ground.
"I just want to find a chance to beat you up.
No matter whether you promised before that you can challenge me, the immortal king, at any time, or now I am beating you up.
I just want to beat you up!"
Bulkesso had no intention of stopping.
He even emphasized that he just wanted to beat up the first ancestor.
While he was talking, he punched him viciously seven or eight times.
In a battle between humans, three to four punches between non-supernatural beings can usually determine the outcome.
Among the Nephalem, the effect of this attack is not particularly obvious.
Even for warriors whose fighting methods are more focused on physical attacks, their control of the body does not entirely rely on the brain...
They can also control their souls, and then use their souls to control their bodies.
This also allows them to rarely lose control of their bodies during battle.
If you want to control them, you can only do it through some rules-based attacks.
But it's the same as those demons in the Burning Hell.
Being controlled multiple times over a period of time will make them adapt quickly.
"Of course I'm different from you.
Although I am an ancestor of barbarians, I have long been accustomed to living alone.
My tribe is an add-on to my life.
Only for you, your tribe is something that has been around you from the very beginning of your life.
I can understand your anger, but I won't tolerate it forever.
If you don't want to have a real fight with me here, you'd better get up.
Then we start fighting again.
And that kid in the Holy Mountain who was so biased, I will remember you!"
The price for the first generation ancestor to say these words was to be hit hard several times on the face.
As for how much of his words are true, only he himself knows.
"Shut up.
Even if it's a real fight with real swords and guns, you can't be my opponent now.
Even if you take back the angry power in the barbarian's body, I will still be able to deal with you.
Either you will be beaten obediently, or you can show your skills and continue to be beaten!"
The answer given by Bulquesso was particularly brutal.
The ancestors around them laughed again.
Barbarians are full of respect for their first ancestors.
But they are also full of questions about their first generation ancestors.
If the first ancestors only existed in legends as before, then the barbarians probably wouldn't complain.
On the contrary, there will be only worship as in the beginning.
But things are different now.
The barbarians have long been accustomed to the custom that the strong bear more things.
As the strongest ancestors, the first generation ancestors basically did not take any action in the sufferings experienced by the barbarians in the past.
This can be said to be the first generation of ancestors denying the custom that the barbarians have persisted for who knows how many years.
Faced with such changes and conflicts in concepts, barbarians will naturally become resentful.
Fortunately, this resentment will disappear after today.
There is no value in grabbing the beard and scolding a guy who is nominally dead and cannot die anymore.
Now they have the Immortal King.
A living and powerful immortal king.
The most important thing is that this immortal king seems to have a complete set of plans waiting to be executed.
"Prius, you'd better think about whether you have anything to tell me at this time.
It won't look good if I force you to question me then.
You organize your language first, and then when I finish what I'm doing, you can tell me what you can tell me.
Correspondingly, I will give you Rorschach's position.
You can ask him if he is willing to become the new Archangel of Justice."
Bulqueso's punches finally stopped.
I saw him wiping the blood on his fist on the beard on his chest, and then glanced at the first ancestor whose face was already swollen.
Then the punching started again.
It looked like he was planning to knock out a few teeth from the mouth of his first ancestor.
Prius nodded happily.
If there was some friendship between the current Archangels and the Nephalem by chance.
So when the Nephalem were first born, it could be said that they were completely opposed to each other.
Especially during the days when the Nephalem followed Lilith's wishes and killed all the angels and demons in Sanctuary.
At that time, the nephalem showed no more mercy than the demons...
This impression can almost be said to be deeply ingrained.
It's just that these impressions no longer spread to all nephalem, but are accurately placed on the original nephalem...
As the saying goes, every wrongdoer has his own debtor.
And the first generation ancestor happens to be the one that the archangels dislike the most.
Prius is quite happy to see him make a fool of himself.
After all, there is basically no gap between the combat effectiveness of the first generation ancestors in their heyday and the archangels.
The original Nephalem were basically like this.
If it weren't for a lot of conspiracy and calculation, the first generation Nephalem would have only a few single seedlings left.
Then Zoltun Kulena's dream of making the Nephalem stand at the highest point may have been achieved long ago...
"Of course, of course.
I will pick some topics that friends can talk about.
It's just that I've been quite busy recently.
I happen to have a lot of things at work that I want to complain to you about.
It was only after I worked three jobs a day that I realized there was something wrong with High Level Paradise.
For example, there is no salary at all. I think it is necessary to make some adjustments.
It just so happens that there are a lot of specialties in the high-end paradise, so you can pay the bill with gold coins.
The gold coin comes from the devil.
Doing this seems to also promote humans' enthusiasm for killing demons."
In Prius said casually.
Then he saw the fiery eyes of the barbarian ancestors around him looking at him.
"Then what, what do you think about my idea?"
It was a little surprising because of the Prius.
He was quite used to being looked at with eager eyes.
He is the Archangel of Courage after all.
When he was normal in high-level heaven, he would often get this kind of look.
"Is there wine among the specialties of that high-level paradise?"
Cassius asked with red eyes.
The Prius was stunned for a moment.
"This still exists, although it may not be the same as what you like.
But for you, you can’t get drunk no matter what kind of wine you drink, right?
Then the only difference is probably that the wine in High-end Paradise doesn’t burn your throat?”
Prius gave the answer with some confusion.
"Then how are the specialties of high-end paradise sold?
Are we going to arrange for angels to be dumped among the churches in human cities?
Or do you want to go somewhere special?"
Herab asked with a crooked mouth.
He still doesn't feel very comfortable right now.
I was choked by Cassius for a while before, which was not an easy experience.
Cassius used the strength to find seven or eight garbage demons and tie them together, which was enough to strangle them to death.
"I haven't thought about this yet.
But if you don't mind, I can take the initiative to open a canteen at the gate of the Holy Mountain?
Is that where you can go and spend money?"
Prius said helplessly.
He almost forgot that every one of these barbarians on the Holy Mountain was a rich man...
The piles of demons they killed would definitely be enough to create a mountain of flesh and blood...
Correspondingly, the number of gold coins in their hands is also the same...
“Then the souvenirs from High-end Paradise shouldn’t be very expensive, right?
We guys are not fit to compete with young people for demons.
I also don’t want to have to shamelessly drink from juniors for a few years.”
Olongus asked as he sat cross-legged.
Although this guy is relatively weak in melee combat, he is the most shameless type among the ancestor spirits.
Old General Qualkek, who was more shameless than him, had already left.
"As for weapons and equipment, they should be quite expensive, right?
But things like drinks should be pretty cheap.
After all, things produced in high-level heavens have a somewhat restraining effect on demons.
Using this stuff as holy water is definitely more reliable than those guys at the local church."
Because Prius had other worries in his mind.
He was worried that if the high-end heaven really started to supply wine, things like wine would never reach the hands of ordinary people.
But this is not a big problem. The big deal is just bottling the spring water from the high-end paradise and selling it to ordinary people.
As long as the high-level paradise returns to normal, there will be as much spring water as possible.
It really doesn’t work because Prius can still sell its own foot wash...
Footwashing water contaminated with the breath of the Archangel of Courage can also pose a threat to low-level demons.
As long as no idiot takes it to drink...
"Shut up!
You guys haven't learned how to make wine after all these years.
Dead people just can't become stronger in strength, it's not that they can't learn skills.
If you are serious about it, let alone making wine.
Even textile embroidery should be learned!”
Gruchak curled his lips and pointed.
"Then what did you, Gruchak, learn?"
Cassius grabbed his beard with one hand, and he was ready to spray directly.
"Learned nothing!"
Gruchak said confidently.
The surrounding ancestors all focused on Cassius.
It seemed like he was going to listen to how he trolled people.
"I can't help you with your answer.
You haven't learned anything, how can you show your face like this?"
Cassius said this after a long while.
The ancestors around him were visibly disappointed.
"Every time I come to Harrogas, I always feel like I'm out of tune with you guys.
Is this my problem or your problem?"
Imprius said casually.
But no one paid attention to him at this time.
One by one, everyone turned their attention back to Bulcaisu's beating of the first ancestor.
“Work harder!
If you can’t knock out his teeth with your fists, then just put your hand into his mouth and break them off!”
Cassius watched the excitement and shouted without fear of trouble.
"I bet a hundred punches!
Within a hundred punches, the first generation ancestor will definitely lose his teeth!
Three bottles of wine!”
Hailab took out three bottles of wine from somewhere, held the bottle mouth between his fingers, and raised it high.
"I bet within fifty punches!
Follow three bottles!”
Olongus grinned and agreed.
As for whether it’s accurate or not…
Olongus himself felt unsure.
His melee combat skills are not as good as other ancestors.
Although it is considered first-rate among the general population.
But among the legendary ancestors of the barbarians, he is basically at the bottom.
But he gradually stopped caring about it.
If they were to fight, Olongus would not be weaker than the other ancestors.
When facing large demons, he performed better than Cassius.
“If you press against Olongus, you will surely make a profit without losing anything!
More than fifty punches! Within a hundred punches!
Three bottles of wine!”
Hailab said casually.
He has confidence in Olongus.
I also have confidence in Cassius.
So he gave this answer.
As for the gambling and fighting among barbarians, it is actually not very standard.
Their rule is winner takes all.
Whoever guesses correctly gets it all.
If two people guess correctly, then they will share the prize equally...
Simple and crude, no need to use your brain.
There are no complicated rules for people to get addicted to.
"Fuck you!"
The first generation ancestor used foul language again.
But this is actually quite elegant.
This means that the other party's mother did not raise the child well, so the child has no quality and makes people angry.
Compared with other swear words, this sentence is already considered elegant.
"ha?"
Bulcasso snorted coldly.
Then he directly covered the mouth of the first ancestor with the palm of his left hand.
His right fist hit his left hand hard.
This will not increase the lethality of the fist.
But it can very effectively increase the opponent's discomfort...
This thing feels similar to hitting someone with a cloth dipped in water, maybe?
"Woooooo~"
The first generation ancestor was still whining.
Bulqueso's fist continued to hit.
"It takes more than a hundred punches for the first ancestor's teeth to fall out."
Kotur spoke slowly and only then joined the gambling game.
"You're taking advantage! I won't accept your bet!"
Cassius said cursingly.
The direct destructive power of Burqaso's dull punch is not very good.
It would take a lot of effort to knock out the teeth of the first ancestors with this kind of fist.
"Is Kotur's usual slow response just to take advantage of the gambling situation?
I always feel like this guy doesn’t have a slow reaction problem when fighting, right?”
Olongus walked to Helab's side and whispered.
"how could I know?
Whether his reaction is quick or not does not affect his ability to kill the demon.
Why should I care about this?
You should ask Cassius for this kind of question.
Cassius is a barbarian of the same generation as Cultur.
Didn’t you happen to team up with Cassius?
Go ask him!"
Hailab said angrily.
By the way, he also gave Olongus a big eye roll.
Prius looked a little helpless when he saw this scene.
Sometimes he really couldn't understand the Nephalem's thoughts.
What he couldn't understand the most was that apart from mages, the nephalem were barbarians.
The way of thinking of these two is basically incomprehensible to outsiders.
One is too complex, the other is too simple...
No one can guess the complicated one.
The simple one is too simple, no one believes it...
Because Prius has gradually adapted to this way of getting along, a relaxed smile appeared on his face.
The way barbarians get along with each other is even more frank than between archangels.
This feeling makes Prius feel very at home.
As long as you can be careful not to let yourself become shabby.
There are serious fellows among the savages, and they have proved that this sand blight is not contagious.
At least the intensity of the infection is controllable...
And since the Prius won't be stationed in Harrogas permanently, it shouldn't have much impact if you have some fun occasionally.
This chapter has been completed!