In Sonya's field, the two of them were a bit bored.

how to say?

Several days have passed, and the two people have remained motionless in the field.

"Sanya, are you planning to let me stay here and wait for Malthael to arrive?"

The first generation ancestor said with a dark face.

I can't blame him for this, although the first generation ancestors have long been accustomed to loneliness and loneliness.

But that was when no one else was around.

After he put himself into the Holy Mountain of Arreat, this loneliness has been with him for who knows how many years.

But now there was a guy in front of him who could chat, but that guy didn't say a word to him.

Who can bear this?

"if not?

Do you want me to fight with you here?

Then when Malthael the dwarf arrived, he saw two barbarians covered in wounds?"

Sonya said angrily.

This was the only time she spoke to her first ancestor after these days.

"Why do you think you can be evenly matched with me?

If I had a fight with you, you would be the only one injured.

Among my brothers and sisters, I am the strongest."

The first generation ancestor said this and rolled his eyes.

His performance made Sonya's already scant respect even thinner.

"I've seen a lot of powerful people. Although you are very strong, I don't think you can beat Bulcasso."

Sonya glared at the guy in front of her.

Isn't it good to disappear from the sight of mankind as a legendary "god"?

Why do you suddenly appear at this time and cause trouble to others?

Sonya kept thinking in her mind and even forgot that her body contained the blood of her first ancestors.

Without that kind of help, she might have been a dead person.

Who wants to die if he can live?

Barbarians just don't feel regret because of their own death. This does not mean that they are willing to die...

"Hmm~ What you said makes sense.

Anyway, I couldn't beat Uldyssian back then, and I can't accept that I still can't beat him now.

But I’m more than enough to take care of you.”

The first generation ancestor had a malicious smile on his face.

Sonya is a good young girl, and she is the purest kind of savage.

Unlike the current Bulcaisuo, who has the blood of barbarians flowing in his body, but has been given various conditions for becoming a "god".

Barbarians still have to be a little more pure.

"oh."

Sonya took out the mountain-splitting ax in her hand. After she inherited the will of the old General Qualkek, Sonya no longer cared much about her own fighting ability.

If more powerful warriors could be cultivated, it might make her happier.

She would be happier if she could have a phalanx of barbarian warriors as soldiers.

"There is the aura of Imprius in your domain, although Uldyssian back then said that Imprius was his friend.

But I think this kind of friendship is not strong enough to make people love each other.

Have you ever thought about whether there is some conspiracy behind Prius’ help to you?”

The first ancestors spoke ill of Imprius.

Sonya didn't care.

Indeed, what the Prius does is a bit strange.

He paid more than he received, which doesn't seem very reasonable.

Impris also doesn't treat Bulcaisel like a close friend.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Archangel of Courage, Uldyssian and Bulcaisel were completely different people.

"what do you want to do?

It's true that the Prius doesn't deserve my complete trust here, but don't forget that you don't either.

First ancestor, your suspicions are almost the same as those of Rasma in my eyes!

Just when I was used as a sacrifice to summon Lilith, don't say you don't know!

I watched your soul being used as a weapon by your brother Rasma."

Sonya's mouth was filled with contempt.

Sonya is proud, even a little arrogant.

According to the mages, she lacked awe, but Sonya didn't care at all.

"Would you believe me if I said there was no difference between what Rasma is doing and what Burqasso is doing?"

The first ancestors showed no expression when they spoke.

Even the most rugged barbarian ancestors at the beginning will develop a few more insights under the power of time.

At this time, he was no longer the guy who only knew how to fight violently at the beginning.

"I believe it, but this does not prevent me from hating you, nor does it prevent me from hating Rasma.

Your actions have hurt us. According to the tradition of barbarians, this kind of harm needs to be repaid with blood.

This has nothing to do with what you are doing!

Even if your goal is a great cause, the most I can do is give you some time to complete it.

My revenge will only be delayed at best, not end in vain!"

Sonya waved the mountain-splitting ax in her hand, and the cold breath spread freely in the field.

When this pure cold breath blew on the first generation ancestor, this guy felt a little nostalgic.

In the beginning, the Nephalem formed their own ethnic group and profession, but how much do they care about these things?

Maybe Vasily was different, but other people probably didn't have this kind of feeling for their descendants.

Three ancestors?

An identity that is hated by the three barbarians who are the three ancestors.

This thing is a shackles!

I don’t know if the enthusiasm that Madoc and the others had when they were first selected has been exhausted.

Just when they discovered the title and status of "Three Ancestors"?

"Okay, I'll just say it.

Are you interested in becoming one of the Three Ancestors?

Although you are still young, you will always grow old.

Barbarians need gatekeepers..."

The first-generation ancestor said something that sounded unlikely to be accepted, but he didn't seem to care about Sonya's answer.

"Are you sure the third ancestor is the gatekeeper and not the tombkeeper?

Back then, Madoc and the three of them were guarding your cemetery, right?

Isn’t the truth about the Holy Mountain of Arreat that your body is buried beneath the mountain?

Compared to this, what I care more about is what did you do to make the Archangel and the Demon King of Hell act together, just to destroy your body?"

Sonya said coldly.

She is a very smart person, but because she is so powerful, she rarely thinks too much.

Ordinary demons don't need Sonya to think about how to defeat them.

Just follow your body's instinct to fight, and victory will come naturally.

"It was just an accident.
To be continued...