565 Volusk and Kanai and Kanai's Box (more to come)
The story of Volusk facing death seems to be a story full of epic feeling to onlookers.
But if everything he faced at that time had to be described in words, it would probably be a psychedelic dream-like story.
This story probably begins from the moment Warusk saw the vision of the first ancestor.
After all, it was from that day that he truly became the Immortal King, even if this was not what he hoped for.
That was not a mistake, nor was it destiny, it was just that he and they had no choice.
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“Kanai, I still think you are the one who should sit on the throne. Have you never thought that only you can get the recognition of all the Nephalem?
The title "Immortal King" is too heavy for me, I still can't understand why you want to push me to the throne before everyone can say your name!"
Worusk sat cross-legged on the ground, his messy hair swaying in the wind like a lion's mane.
He looked at Kanai who was sitting on the edge of the stone chair and writing continuously on a large pile of parchment on the table, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Everything that happened on this day was really strange to him.
While the elders were holding a memorial ceremony, they suddenly said that they wanted to elect an immortal king.
Worusk still remembered that when the news was announced, both the young warriors and the veteran strongmen all looked at Kanai, who stood aside with a calm face.
When Warusk looked at Kanai, his eyes were full of ecstasy.
Yes!
Who else is qualified to sit on the throne of the Immortal King besides Kanai?
Even if the scope of voting is expanded to all Nephalem, including mages, demon hunters, crusaders, necromancers, etc., this kind of voting will still be 10,000 words regardless of whether it is done a thousand times.
, those people will only have one name written on their ballots!
That’s “Kanai”!
The noble one! Kanai!
But it was Kanai who stood up when everyone was looking at him!
“My compatriots! We need the Immortal King! But my name cannot be engraved on the throne of the Immortal King!
Of course I am willing to use up all my energy to make everyone’s life better!
I am also willing to set foot on the most dangerous battlefield when I am needed!
But I cannot become the immortal king!"
Carnet said this at the time.
If these words were spoken by Warusk, then these rough barbarians would have probably started to make an uproar long ago.
But it was Kanai who said these words!
So everyone present was very quiet, waiting for Kanai to continue speaking.
For a time, apart from the crackling sound of burning torches in the Elder's Temple, there was only the sound of breathing in the background.
“If I tell you the reasons, it will only bring disaster to us! So forgive me for not being able to tell you the details in detail.
But don’t worry, we will have an immortal king!
This is not my wishful thinking, but he will definitely be able to do everything an immortal king needs!"
As Kanai spoke, he looked calmly at Warusk, who was at the forefront of the crowd.
Everyone's eyes followed Kanai's movements and looked at the confused guy.
Worusk's standing in the front row already demonstrates his status.
Of course there is order among barbarians, and they also need rules such as lining up.
For example, when distributing food, the more powerful the warriors are, the closer they are to the front, because the warriors are responsible for hunting.
The higher they are at the forefront, the less likely they are to have delicious food. They have food that can satisfy the soldiers, but it is definitely not delicious.
The most delicious food always belongs to the children, and the barbarians know very well what the barbarian children who grow up on the sacred mountain of Arreat will face.
It was an endless battle, an endless fight and a war dance on the edge of life and death.
At least, the elders and soldiers hope that these children can remember a little bit of the good things about their childhood, instead of just the endless contact and the instructor's fierce face and the smell of alcohol in his mouth.
Worusk stands at the forefront in most situations where there is a queue, because he is the most powerful among the warriors on the Holy Mountain.
It's just that there is always one person whose name is included in the extra column in the list of barbarians, and that is Kanai.
"No! How can I do better than you!? Kanai! I can't be as great as you. If one day I can be described as 'great', I will only be ranked next to you.
Behind the name!”
Worusk was stung by everyone's gaze, and he said in a panic.
"Worusk! If anyone on the Holy Mountain can truly become the immortal king, then it is only you. Believe me!"
Carnet was very serious when he said this, as serious as the ancestor who only had sculptures left.
“Elders, this is not the first time I have said this! My decision can never be the final verdict!
Then let us make decisions according to past practice! Of course, I still won’t get involved!”
Kanai was a little anxious when he spoke, as if he had something that he had to do right now.
The rule of barbarians is of course not that whoever has the bigger fist is right. In that case, this group would not continue to this day, and would even show a trend of growth.
It’s just that strength is part of this convention.
“Ahem! You mean according to Udi... Sorry, I forgot, you mean to initiate a vote?”
An elder said nervously.
He originally wanted to say "according to Uldyssian's rules", but the name "Udyssian" has become a topic that cannot be mentioned after this man made his decision.
Everything is trying to downplay the impact of this existence. It is not only the nephalem, but also angels and demons.
They kept doing some deliberate things. Although everyone who knew Uldyssian's existence would never forget this man, they all fell silent!
“Vote! Although I think there is probably no one on the Holy Mountain who is more suitable to become the Immortal King than Volusk.”
After Kanai finished speaking, he turned around and walked to his room.
It was a large enough stone house, with enough space to place a dozen of the largest prey.
But the room was already filled with various parchment scrolls, leaving a path that led directly to the desk.
Only at the edge of Kanai's desk can I find some empty space.
Everyone who stayed at the scene focused their attention on Warusk. The look in their eyes was a bit strange, but they did not examine him.
The barbarians did not doubt whether Volusk could become the Immortal King. This was not because of Kanai, but because Volusk already had such qualifications.
Although Volusk behaves a bit cowardly most of the time, except for Kanai, there is no barbarian who can compare with Volusk on the Holy Mountain.
This guy is strong enough and has ideas.
If anyone thinks that Volusk, who seems a bit timid and lazy, is a softie, then he is likely to taste the heavy hammer in Volusk's hands.
Although the barbarians present had not tasted the taste of the heavy hammer that looked like a racket, they could imagine it.
In addition to the devil's smell like rotten eggs, there will only be the rancid smell of the devil's brain!
Worusk is already powerful enough, but he has never had this kind of self-awareness.
“Then, the voting begins!
All warriors who are able to pick up their ballots, who do not agree with Volusk as the Immortal King! Go and place your ballots in front of the gates of the temple!”
An elder said feebly.
Although Kanai said that his decision should not be the final verdict. But now that Kanai is determined not to become the Immortal King, who else is more suitable to become the Immortal King than Volusk?
That's why he asked those who opposed it to vote, otherwise the movement might not be small.
The elder looked at the soldiers present. All the soldiers were standing still and had no intention of getting their votes.
But there was a figure among them who strode towards the place where the votes were stacked.
Then he picked up the "ballots" that were three side by side and walked towards the door of the Elders' Temple.
Then he placed the "ballot" in his hand tightly on the ground.
The barbarian's vote is a stone brick that is strong enough. Each vote will make the square outside the Temple of the Elders expand a little.
Only those who can carry the "ballot" here and place it are eligible to vote, so strength has also become a part of voting.
Qualifications are not completely meaningless to barbarians, but "qualifications" are nothing compared to "being able to do something for the tribe".
“Then, one vote is against and the rest are in favor!
Worusk! Tomorrow you will be the Immortal King!
Now, let’s go! Go and do what you have to do!
If there are less game today than yesterday, you hunting fellows should go home and find someone else!”
The elder who presided over the meeting said this.
Then the soldiers dispersed in a hurry, leaving Warusk alone with a red face looking at the stone bricks he had just laid on the ground.
The voting is over and stone bricks are stone bricks now.
He was a little uneasy, so he immediately followed Kanai's footsteps and left the square.
“Vorusk, you have everything needed to become the Immortal King, but there is only one thing, that is, you lack a little style and so-called ‘courtesy’.”
“You know me, those polite manners are too troublesome! Why can’t I just lie down on the ground when I’m tired? Could it be that there are demons who can chop off my head while I’m sleeping?
Do not make jokes!
Unless the devil kings of hell dare to leave their lair at this time!”
Worusk was particularly excited when he talked about the topic of "politeness".
Kanai has taught him more than once that he must be "courteous" and live like a "civilized person".
But Warusk always dismissed it.
To him, those guys' evaluations of him have no value at all. Could it be that being said by other professions that he is rude will affect him from smashing the devil's head?
Any guy who has seen Volusk's fighting posture will not doubt his power.
This can be proven by those demons who were directly shaken into a blood dance by the huge force.
“But you will soon be the Immortal King, and you must know that you will represent us, the barbarians.
Our group is called barbarians, and our profession is named after our group. But this does not mean that we are not ‘civilized’.
Worusk, it's time for you to think like an immortal king.
First of all, you should stand up instead of sitting on the ground casually. If you are tired, you can try the throne in the Temple of the Elders in advance.
I think Bulcaisel won't mind, because you are supposed to be the Immortal King."
Kanai said to Warusk with a gentle smile. If the fists in his hands had not been clenched loudly, Warusk could have sat on the ground for a while longer.
The Bulcaisso mentioned by Kanai is of course the original ancestor, and he had already met the original ancestor.
It is precisely for this reason that Kanai cannot become the Immortal King.
“Why, why can’t you become the Immortal King!
You know, I can't stand wearing neat armor, and I don't like the feeling of being restrained. I can't accept the feeling of being restrained no matter what time it is.
You should know this very well!”
Worusk muttered while dusting himself off under Kanai's threatening gaze.
His cowardice when facing Kanai was very clear.
Not because of anything else, because Kanai is stronger than him!
And in the many years since he became the Great Elder, Kanai has never done anything wrong. No matter it is a big or small matter, Kanai is always right.
"Warusk, I think today is probably the last few times I will call you by your name directly. After tomorrow, I will only call you the Immortal King, and you should also do what I hope you can do.
matter.
The Immortal King can do anything you want to do, as long as your body is on that throne, and as long as you can still swing your war hammer, then no one can make any excessive demands on you.
If you are still unwilling to sit on that throne after becoming the Immortal King, then you should train warriors who can replace you.
Let him be stronger than you, more wanton than you, and more capable of making the devil fear you than you!
Now, Volusk, it's time for you to go back to your house.
When you step out of the house tomorrow, you will be walking on the path of the Immortal King. Now go back and have a good sleep. I will help you finish your share of the hunt today. Now go to sleep.
Also, remember to sleep in your bed! If you are lying on the ground when I see you tomorrow, then I can guarantee you that you will have your butt swollen and I will push you on the throne!
Believe me, you won’t like that taste!”
After Kanai finished speaking, Warusk looked at Kanai deeply, and then left Kanai's house.
Kanai did not answer any of his questions after all. Warusk understood that this was because he could not afford the secret now.
So he could only keep all this in his head until the moment Kanai thought he could bear it.
“Tomorrow, I will be the immortal king?
How casual! Don’t you have time anymore?
Who can make you feel the crisis? Who can force you to make such a hasty decision?
I don’t believe that everything today was decided by those elders without telling you! This must have been your instruction! But why?
Aren’t you strong enough?”
Worusk muttered quietly as he walked home. Both he and Kanai knew that these words were not to himself.
Worusk believed that Kanai could hear everything he said.
Worusk returned to his room and looked at his bed. There was nothing on it, but it had no impact on him.
There is no difference between a bare stone bed and sleeping on a stone slab outside the Elder's temple.
Worusk didn't care, but he still hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath, and then blew away the dust on the stone bed that no one had been lying on for an unknown period of time.
From the shadow of Kanai's room, the elder who was in charge of everything before came out.
Barbarians are not good at magic, but this does not apply to these elders.
These elders were excellent warriors when they were young, and became spellcasters when they were old. They filled the "well-known" shortcomings of the barbarians.
You don’t understand magic at all? How is that possible?
The relationship between barbarians and mages is not good at all. If barbarians do not know magic, they will not be able to protect their own tribe from those elusive mages.
The Nephalem are never monolithic internally.
“Kanai, what are you going to do? With your power, I think it will not be an easy task even if the archangels and hell demons want to kill you.
I believe that you are not at risk of dying even if you face a single demon. Why do you need an immortal king so urgently?
And to be honest, you are more powerful than Volusk and more suitable for that throne."
The elder's face didn't look very good when he spoke.
Had it not been for Kanai's request, what happened today would not have happened in such a hasty manner, just like a farce.
Originally, this shouldn't be like this, but this is Kanai's request.
“No one is immortal, and what I am going to do next may, no! It will definitely be stopped! You know, the relationship between high heaven and burning hell is like brothers.
Even if the relationship between their brothers is not very good, it will be different if someone wants to challenge their authority."
Kanai didn't look at the elder who came to him, he just lowered his head and continued to write and draw on his parchment.
“Kanai, what are the chances of your unspeakable plan succeeding? If you don’t even have a 30% success rate, I can’t possibly let the barbarians risk everything to help you!”
The elder said in a stern voice.
It’s just that Kanai understood what he meant.
As long as the success rate is higher than 30%, the elders will not hesitate to mobilize the full power of the barbarians to assist Kanai!
Kanai understands that when the barbarians have staked everything, even the High Heavens and the Burning Hells need to face it a little more.
But it won’t end well.
“We need an immortal king, an immortal king who can be taken seriously by the Burning Hell and the High Heavens, but who will not pay special attention to him.
So I can’t, only Warusk can do this!
Vorusk's cowardice is clear to both angels and demons, but what they don't know is that Volusk's cowardice has never been able to stop him.
Vorusk is the best leader for barbarians when they want to build up strength!
He will take care of everything, so trust him.”
Kanai raised his head when he said these words, and the elder saw the seriousness in Kanai's eyes.
He understood that the success rate of Kanai's plan was not even 30%, and it was even a complete gamble!
“What about you? What are you going to do?”
The elder turned around and spoke, his voice was very low, like the sound of a mosquito.
The elder left the room without waiting for Kanai to give an answer.
He knew very well what kind of answer Kanai would give, so he didn't need to wait.
“I plan to eliminate one of the most troublesome enemies for the Nephalem.”
With a pious smile on his face, Kanai said this was his answer.
Itrael!
Kanai believes that the only archangel who will appear in front of him will be this one!
After Inaris' fate was completely defeated by Uldyssian, only this archangel could possibly occupy the position that once belonged to Inaris!
The power of fate is favoring the barbarians!
Kanai saw it!
Inaris loved his children, so Kanai saw it!
No matter how he deduced the ending that belonged to him, he could not find a better way than now.
But Kanai was barely satisfied with this result.
It would be better if we could defeat a Hell Demon King together.
“I’m really greedy.”
Kanai had a stern look on his face and gritted his teeth as he spoke.
"But I like this kind of greed! I will bite off a piece of flesh from your body, and then let this power become the most deadly dagger when I overthrow you!"
Kanai said this as if he was talking to an invisible person.
The light coming in from the poorly lit window was getting less and less, and a brown stone among the parchments on Canai's table began to shine!
The Stone of the World!
Kanai prepared for a long time before he cut off such a piece of the World Stone that the barbarians were supposed to protect!
This stone was carved bit by bit with various beautiful patterns by Kanai. Kanai's energy coiled around it along the patterns, giving it a kind of power.
Now we are just waiting for Israel, who is destined to lose everything in his hands, to appear!
At that time, the Nephalem will have a great and unparalleled artifact!
This is the beginning of the Nephalem's destruction of the High Heavens and the Burning Hell!
“What should I call you? Maybe ‘Kanai’s Box’ is a good name. Who should I hand you over to take control of you then? How about giving it to the elders?
By the way, I remember he was not a barbarian. Why was his original name Jotun?
Forget it, it’s not important anyway, since no one knows, it doesn’t matter.”
Kanai looked at the magic box in front of him, a little dazed.
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