The feeling of being alone may not be as bad as you imagine, but only the person who is alone knows how he feels.
Sometimes even the person who is experiencing loneliness cannot figure out what he is thinking.
After bidding farewell to Hylab, Bulcaisu lay down on the ground of the Elders' Temple very casually.
Now there won't be a Volusk cursing and saying that he doesn't act like a barbarian immortal king.
There are only three immortal kings of the barbarians.
And the first two don't look very similar. Perhaps the only thing they have in common as immortal kings is that they are powerful enough.
"Death, are you still there?"
There was a rare hint of fatigue in Bulqueso's voice.
"I'm still here, but now I'm more interested in the monks outside."
Death emerged from the shadows, his face hidden beneath robes and hood.
Bulcaisel was not curious about what death looked like now. He just closed his eyes and lay quietly on the ground.
"Warrior monk?
As I said before, I'm hesitant about what to do with you.
It might also be a good choice if you are forged to carry props from the gods."
Bulcaisel said these words in a voice without any fluctuations.
Bulkesso was particularly hesitant about death.
"As long as I exist, I can be a means for you to face that archangel named Tyrael, right?
As for whether I still have thoughts, actually none of you really care."
Death still stands far away, showing no intention of getting closer.
It wasn't that she was afraid that if she approached Bulcasso, she would be captured and forged in front of the furnace.
She just doesn't want to get close.
"You don't seem to have any attachment to your continued existence. Isn't there any part of the long time you have experienced that belongs to you?"
Bulcasso said as if chatting.
He had temporarily given up on the idea of forging Death into the carrier of the gods.
"Of course not, I seem to have said it before.
At this time, I have two consciousnesses, and I don't show the two of me arguing in front of you. It's just because the two of me have reached a consensus."
The sound of death is not loud.
Although she is good at arriving unexpectedly in any situation, she never seems to be in a hurry.
"This is really not particularly good news, but it doesn't matter."
Bulcaisel said very perfunctorily.
He took out the Warusk in his left hand and placed it directly on the ground.
"Vorusk should be the Nephalem closest to mastering death. Maybe he can provide you with some help."
Burcasso's tone suddenly became serious.
"Are you going to lend me this legendary weapon?
Or are you not planning to face the direct pressure from the archangel Tyrell?"
The sound of death is a little more unexpected.
"Your existence is necessary, but I am not the only living person in Harrogas now.
I need to be responsible for other people's lives.
Death, or Ashira, if you take Warusk away, it will be enough to ensure your own safety.
I'm sure of this!"
Bulcasso's tone became intolerant of rejection.
Although it doesn't mean angry or rude, it is firm like a hammer at the forge!
"You just don't want fighting to break out in Harrogath?
The connection between the legendary equipment in your hands and the person who actually owns it is extremely close, isn’t it?”
Death is somewhat contemptuous.
"You guys have self-aware rules, and to be honest it makes people feel very uneasy."
Bulqueso said.
He covered his eyes with his free hand, and the tiredness in his voice became stronger and stronger.
"I don't quite understand your idea. It's probably like you can't trace the memories before you were born after you were born.
Only when 'I' have the concept of 'I' can I communicate with you.
Or are there other ways of communicating in your world that don’t have the authority of one’s own will?”
Death said.
Bulcaisel waved his hand and lit the torch in the Elder's Temple with his anger.
The fire was not bright, but the dim light made the half-body of death appear in sight.
But her face was still in shadow, as if it was a mask she put on of her own initiative.
"These things don't make any sense. The Archangels' actions will come faster than anyone imagines.
And the Burning Hell will never sit still and wait for death.
Although I don’t know what other power the Burning Hell has that can affect all of this, but that feeling lingers in my heart.”
Bulqueso said very casually.
Death can be used to contain Tyrael at this time, and not only the Nephalem and Archangels know this!
Baal has already met Tyrell who became the Archangel of Death, so he can naturally think of this.
All Death has to do at this time is to become a bait as Bulkesso needs!
It doesn't matter whether the one who takes the bait first is an archangel or a demon.
"Your current strength should be able to directly sweep away the archangels and demons."
Death said.
"That's my business, you don't need to know too much."
Bulqueso said.
Because a rough hand was blocking Bulcaisuo's face, Death could not see Bulcaisuo's expression at this time.
But this does not prevent Death from guessing about Bulcasso's current expression.
It was probably a hesitant but determined expression.
"Your body can't bear your growing authority?
Your first generation ancestors seemed to be expressing this meaning before?
What other help does he seem to have provided you?"
Death said somewhat inquiringly.
No one likes an inquiring guy in a production situation.
But Bulquesso made no response.
"I'll leave now.
By the way, I will still leave you a hand bone.
Although this time I may not be lucky enough to use this method to escape again.
But at least there is hope.”
After Death finished speaking, his pale hand bones fell to the ground, and the next moment Death's figure disappeared from the spot.
And disappearing together is the legend transformed by Warusk!
"It's really harder to trust others than you think, especially when trying to trust you, the embodiment of authority."
Bulqueso said.
Although he didn't know if death could hear his words.
But Bulkesso didn't care much about it.
Some words are not said just to be heard.
…
Cassius was taking a walk at this time.
In other words, he was looking for the figure of Banal in the mountains behind Harrogas.
He also had some things he needed to confirm, so he came to this place alone.
They were the only three ancestral spirits that had been transformed into monsters by Volusk before.
Some changes have taken place in Hailab, but Cassius is more concerned about whether there are any changes in Banal.
It would be a good thing if Hellab could reach the level of Leiko and Gruchak.
But Cassius could not let nature take its course.
Changes should be a mixed blessing for the Nephalem!
Some nephalem have gone beyond their original level after being transformed.
But there are also Nephalem who somehow made a mistake in this process and turned into demons.
Although this is only a possibility, it really makes Cassius have to care about it.
Balnar always acted crazy, but that was when he went astray in exploring the rage of the berserker.
Before he turned into that crazy berserker, Barnal was a barbarian known for his wisdom...
A savage with love and compassion for life... Although this seems a bit strange, it is the fact.
"Barnar, if you don't come out to see me, I will kill your dog!"
Cassius whispered.
He knew that Banal would be able to hear it.
The reason why he couldn't find Banal for a long time was not because he didn't look for it, or because Banal wasn't here!
It’s just that Banal doesn’t want to meet him!
Using threats to achieve one's goals is despicable and may even anger Banal.
But facing an angry berserker is better than not seeing him at all.
"If you are here to fight with me."
Baner's unique accent sounded from behind a big tree.
After Cassius walked over, he found that Barnard was doing some carpentry work.
"how did you do it?"
Cassius asked in surprise.
“You mean building a doghouse?
Bulcasso is a good blacksmith, is it any wonder that I am a good carpenter?"
Barnard said without raising his head.
"I mean how did you manage to be in this position but I couldn't find you before!"
Cassius's tone was a little more serious.
But Banal didn't seem to hear anything, and was just chopping wood with an ax that looked like he picked it up casually.
"You don't want everything you do to be in vain, right?"
Cassius once again had to communicate in a threatening manner.
"Hailabo said before that he planned to reorganize the elders, but you still don't understand what's going on now?"
Banal sighed and put the board in his hand aside.
Next to his feet is a half-built kennel, which looks like it was made with great care.
"Do you know the magic of those elders?
I've never heard of this before."
Cassius asked with a frown.
"You expect a berserker who has lost his mind in a rage to tell you that I can do magic?
No kidding, although I still have memories of what I experienced before, I have to tell you!
In that situation, it was very difficult for me to communicate normally.
I don't know whether this is because I have completely mastered the stance of Berserker's Wrath, or because of Volusk's gift.
But the result is that I am a little different from the person you remember."
Banal looked directly into Cassius's eyes and said.
"So are you stronger or weaker now?"
Cassius changed the question.
A berserker who is so violent that he completely ignores danger and injuries is different from a sane Balnar who can use magic.
Cassius is more concerned about whether Banal is stronger or weaker now than before.
Although the situation at this time is much better than that in Sanctuary, they are not so arrogant that they think that the Burning Hell is no longer a threat!
"I thought you were going to ask other questions.
As for this question, it depends on what you want me to do.
If it were a situation like the Battle of Arreat, the role I could play would be more than ten times stronger than what I did before.
But if you are talking about my ability to fight on the battlefield, then it should barely be considered that I have not weakened."
After saying this, Banal turned his head again, and then brought a piece of unprocessed log.
He plans to continue building a kennel for his pet dog.
Even huskies are very well-behaved if they have enough activity.
Huskies are a type of working dog, and Barnard is very good at handling these small animals.
After all, animals' minds are much simpler than those of humans, and they don't need to think too much about what is there and what is not.
"So you support the reestablishment of the Elders?"
Cassius asked.
He stroked his beard.
"This is not a simple matter. The reason why the Elders Group has the word "tuan" is that it is called "group".
That's because there aren't just one or two elders inside.
But how many living savages can you name now?"
Banal burst out laughing when he said this.
This question does seem very ridiculous.
"Although time is not as valuable to us as archangels and demons, we are not unable to accept the time of decades and generations."
Cassius said.
That's what he thought.
Rebuilding the civilization of the barbarians is certainly not something that can be completed in a few years!
The barbarians are not a kingdom like Khanduras. As long as there is a sufficient population, the reconstruction is complete.
“But do you think Bulcaisel is someone who plans to spend decades or hundreds of years doing this?
It doesn’t matter if you lied to me, but you’d better not lie to yourself.”
Banal sneered.
Cassius was silent.
He knew what Banal said was right.
Although Bulkesso is more patient than someone who can only live a hundred years because his lifespan is not limited.
But Bulkesso obviously didn’t take time seriously either!
He couldn't have spent decades planning it just for an opportunity.
There is only one way for Bulquesso to do this, and that is to seize every opportunity now!
He can't wait a hundred years!
"So Herab is covering for Bulcasso?
but why?"
Cassius asked.
"What's the reason?
Hailab has always been the Immortal King's best helper.
This has nothing to do with whether he is an elder or not.
Besides, Bulcaisel should relax a little."
Banal put down the ax in his hand, then picked up a dagger and began to repair the wood in his hand.
He has completed the preliminary processing of the logs and now wants to get some wooden boards out.
"The Nephalem are said to never tire."
Cassius said mockingly.
"Yes, but are any of you as busy as Bulcasso?
From one secret realm to another, from one demon-infested battlefield to the next demon-infested battlefield.
After rescuing the hostages from one dungeon, rush to the next dungeon.
And then you have to keep swinging the hammer at the furnace!?”
Banal also laughed!
"Cassius, admit it.
Although we can all keep fighting without losing our will.