While Wayne and the others were discussing all this intensively, Rumlow finally met Hellab.
He did not tell Tarik about his plans because he was worried that Tarik would stop him from doing so.
But Rumlow strangely thought that Hellab might support him.
Although this feeling had no basis, this was what he thought.
Mocott is no longer with Rumlow now. He went to the Temple of the Elders to rest.
Helping Rumlow withstand the impact of the Proof of Shame was not an easy task for Mocott. Because of Talik's control on the Holy Mountain, Rumlow's impact will be reduced a lot.
So now Mokot can take a break.
"You have changed tremendously from when we first met. I think this should be very worthy of celebration, right?"
Hailab said while sitting behind a stone table carved from a single piece of stone. There were a lot of documents on the table.
Some are specially treated parchment rolls, and those things need to be preserved for a longer period of time.
The other part is paper, these are things that do not need to be saved.
Hailab also gradually got used to his life as the leader of the elders. He seemed to be much more relaxed amidst this busy schedule.
Perhaps for a warrior, fighting is not the only thing.
At least now Hellab seems to have found a new goal, such as having a heart-to-heart talk with the young warriors?
Hailab is also constantly recalling the appearance of the elders he has seen, and then making himself more similar to those guys.
Elders are not high-ranking people, at least not among barbarians!
Elder means literally to the barbarians, an elder.
They are older so they have more experience, and they gradually become more peaceful as they age.
The greatness of these old men earned them the respect of young people. This is what the elders of the barbarians are like.
It is impossible for barbarian elders to do things like relying on their elders and betraying them, because such guys don't get the respect of other barbarians at all!
"I want to do something very dangerous, but I think it may change the situation of mankind facing the burning hell.
It’s just that the risk is a bit huge. I wonder, ancestor of Hailab, if you have any advice for me?”
Rumlow said bluntly.
He liked his life as a barbarian very much, and he became more relaxed without those intrigues.
"Honestly, I'm not the type who likes to give you advice, and I don't like telling you what to do.
It is only appropriate for you to make your own choices about things like life. Whether it is difficulty or happiness, only you can bear it."
Hailab said, picking up a wine jar from his feet and throwing it directly to Rumlow.
"I don't have much left of the wine that Bulcasso hid.
I always feel like it’s not too far away from the end.”
Hailab said with a smile.
After receiving help from Volusk and the first generation ancestors, Hylab also underwent some changes.
At least as an immortal monster, Hellabo has a completely new perspective on everything at the moment.
At least this situation isn't too bad.
"I still prefer the you who was always particularly irritable. Maybe it's because I'm used to that look of yours."
After taking the drink, Rumlow directly made a joke about Hellab.
"You are the only one among those young people who is more aware of your identity as a Nephalem, and I am satisfied with that.
Of course, this has to leave aside Jessica’s idiot who can’t tell the difference between herself and Orak.”
Hailab said very casually.
He hopes to see barbarians continue in this world, but this continuation is not "pure blood" in the conventional sense.
It is a recognition of one's own identity as a barbarian.
Of course, he also hoped that Burqasso, a living person among the barbarians, could leave some blood.
But there is no conflict between this and his satisfaction with Rumlow.
"Jessica has just never met anyone who 'loves' her as much as Orak before. It's not strange to want to be the continuation of Orak's life."
Rumlow curled his lips as he spoke.
He could understand Jessica's approach, but he couldn't completely agree with it.
In his opinion, although Orac chose Jessica as a redemption for Jessica, Orac would never want to see another version of himself among the barbarians.
This kind of thing is a bit too stupid, so stupid that it even gives Rumlow a headache.
"She desperately wanted to prove that she could become a good barbarian, but she never realized that she was already a barbarian after receiving the blood of Orak the Great Bear.
She is different from you, her body was reshaped by Orak using the blood of the Great Bear Tribe.
Even if she wants to deny her identity as a barbarian, it is impossible for her. In other words, Malthael will eventually understand that her position among the Nephalem is higher than yours."
Halab couldn't help but laugh in the middle of what he said.
He didn't say these words to Jessica, he just wanted to see when Jessica would really understand all this.
Barbarians don't need others to live for themselves!
This is something all Nephalem understood when they were in Sanctuary.
Barbarians rarely say "you are the continuation of my life" because barbarians don't like other people's lives to be filled with traces of themselves from the beginning.
If that kind of thing happened, it would be too pretentious and a bit funny.
"Rumlow, maybe you suddenly figured everything out at some point. Although not every barbarian is as talented as the three ancestors, your talent was considered even when the barbarians were at their peak.
Forefront."
Hailab rarely spoke words of praise, even with a bit of expectation.
Rumlow didn't know what he had to be worthy of Hellab's expectations.
He didn't bother to think about the answer to this question.
"I just hope that day doesn't come too late. It would be best if I could make Ancestor Talik proud of me."
Rumlow said very calmly, as if what he wanted to do was go for a walk by the river.
He can already face everything very calmly.
It would be better if the pain of evidence of shame could be less intense.
His head is aching now.
"Ancestor Mokot said that the pain I am suffering now has weakened a lot because Ancestor Talik is helping me."
Rumlow said suddenly.
Hailab just looked at Rumlow in front of him with a smile.
"I don't care about these things anymore, whether they are true or false, or anything else.
I'm doing what I think is right now."
Rumlow continued.
"That's enough. I'm not worried that your understanding of the world is different from normal people.
If you were that kind of complete lunatic, neither Mocott nor Tarik would choose you at that time.
Then what you think is right will at least not deviate too far from what is right in the eyes of the Nephalem."
Hailab said.
He really appreciates the current Rumlow.
Even though Rumlow's strength is not outstanding among these newly promoted Nephalem.
But barbarians don’t just look at people based on their strength!
If everything was based on strength, then all the barbarians would have been corrupted into demons!
In the years after the nephalem were born, the most powerful people they came into contact with were always demons.
Nephalem respect strength, but strength is only part of the factor that earns their respect.
A strong personality can also gain the respect of the Nephalem!
In Helab's eyes, the current Rumlow is a bit like that.
"I just don't want ancestors Talik and Mokot to feel sad.
Although I think what I do will make them proud of me."
Rumlow's tone became softer and softer.
He knows how close the path he has chosen is to death, and he will never be willing to watch himself corrupt!
Then there is only one choice. When faced with inevitable erosion, all he can do is to end his life before he is completely corrupted.
That would be a hero, but it would also be a corpse!
"Perhaps your soul at that time will return to the Holy Mountain of Harrogas in purity, and you and the two of them may not be separated forever."
Hailab said with a bit of sadness.
He has met many young people similar to the current Rumlow.
But every time I know their ending, I can't remain indifferent.
Just because they are used to seeing all this doesn't mean they can watch it all happen indifferently, nor does it mean they will just turn their heads and avoid it.
After hearing this, Rumlow just smiled freely. He felt that this ending was also good news for him.
Although the chance seems slim, there is some hope.
"At that time, maybe I will have a lot of time to study techniques other than combat.
Maybe I can also learn winemaking like Bulquesso?
The New Asgardians halfway up the mountain have also reclaimed a lot of farmland, so I don't need to hide myself if I want to learn how to make wine."
Rumlow tells jokes that are not very funny.
In the past, the Nephalem were very short of any kind of material. Although Bulcaisel always used his accumulated wealth to buy food, brewing wine was still a bit of a luxury for humans at that time.
At that time, even the king of the kingdom could not live a luxurious life.
"It's never a bad thing to have hope, Auriel... She's probably a lot kinder than we first thought.
It’s just that we really can’t bear the uneasiness caused by trusting an archangel.”
Hailab said with a wry smile.
It wasn't that he didn't feel Auriel's kindness, but it was still too difficult for the barbarians, a group that had been tortured by the archangel, to trust the archangel again.
If Auriel wasn't wavering for her own position, Hailab probably wouldn't have such thoughts now.
"So, ancestor of Hailab, do you have anything else to explain?"
Rumlow drank the remaining liquor in the jar before speaking.
He is already planning to have his own adventure.
"If possible, I hope you can come back alive.
Now Talik doesn't have time for us to protect you secretly, they value your existence more than you think."
The bitter smile on Helab's face gradually turned into a gentle smile.
It was the kind of expression an elder would have when watching a young man they admire admonishing him.
Although there was some uneasiness under this smile, Hailab still did not express it in words.
He knew that sacrifice was inevitable when fighting the Burning Hell.
He also hopes that he can face those dangers on behalf of young people!
It's just that he has more important things to do now. As the chief of the barbarian elders, his most important job is to pass on the barbarian civilization.
Kanai was doing this in the past, and now it is Herab's turn to shoulder this task.
"I will do my best to come back alive. Maybe I will be a new legend by then."
Rumlow said.
Indeed, if he could have returned alive from the Burning Hell as a young barbarian, the story would have been enough to be sung among the Nephalem.
At that time, Rumlow will be like the legendary Nephalem who once protected the land, and truly become a Nephalem legend.
This experience will even upgrade the equipment used by Rumlow in the process of creating his legend into his own legendary equipment.
Just thinking about such a future puts a smile on Hailab's face.
He likes stories like this.
Hailab has witnessed too many tragedies in his life, and he has long been tired of tragedies.
If there can be a new and beautiful story that can make him drunk heartily, then he will be very happy.
"Although what I am going to say next does not sound like what a barbarian is going to say, I hope you will come back directly when you see that there is nothing you can do.
Although fighting against the Burning Hell requires the strength of every Nephalem, the future of young people should not be ruined too early."
Hailab said these words naturally.
Rumlow still doesn't understand why these ancestors seem to be particularly appreciative of his attitude.
After all, he was once a bad guy who walked on the wrong road.
In Rumlow's opinion, he is not worthy of such treatment by these ancestral spirits, and the attention he receives even exceeds that of Luke and Wayne.
And as the heir to Volusk, the previous immortal king, Thor has never received such a level of attention.
Even Rorschach, a guy personally selected by Bulkeso, didn't get any extra attention from other ancestor spirits.
Rumlow felt warm, but also confused.
"I went to find Wayne and the others, maybe the action will be taken soon.
Ancestor of Hellab, please tell Steve and ask him not to forget to pick up Tony Stark from La Tovilia."
Rumlow said with a smile.
At this time, he looked like a man who had just matured, with a bit of careless frivolity and firm goals.
"I'll remember this."
Hailab agreed.
Although he doesn't know that Tony has received Wayne's invitation, Hailab will remember it.
The most common thing that the barbarian elders deal with on a daily basis is to record the instructions of the barbarians who go on adventures and participate in wars.
These may be the last words young people leave to this world.
The elders will remember these things until they themselves perish in time and war.
"If there is anything else you want to keep, you can tell me.
But I still hope that you will handle these matters yourself when the time comes."
Hailab said.
His eyes became softer and softer, even showing a bit of reluctance.
Hellab is well aware of the risks of setting foot in the Burning Hell with Rumlow's strength, but he cannot stop a determined warrior from realizing his own value!