860 The First Ancestor and Farewell to Love
"You've done a lot for me, Bulcasso."
The lady who never had a name whispered to her husband and the first ancestor of the barbarians.
This is the first time she has spoken these words.
Even though she had known about it for countless years in the past.
"You will survive."
The first generation ancestor gently hugged his lover.
Then he hesitated and took out a ring from his arms that had not been forged for a long time.
The ring is a bit rough and does not look like expensive jewelry.
The first generation ancestor thought about finding his sisters and asking them to help him forge a gorgeous jewelry.
The mage who settled his family in Xiansai got knowledge about jewelry from his mother.
However, the first generation ancestor felt that as the first gift to his wife, it would be more appropriate to forge it with his own hands.
And he really didn't know how to tell his sisters that he had ended his brother Vasily's life...
"You're crying, Bulcasso."
The lady stretched out her hand with some difficulty and wiped the corner of the first ancestor's eyes.
There are tears there.
Although this woman did not know what happened to her husband before she wiped away the tears of her first generation ancestor.
But she could feel the grief deep inside her husband's heart.
"It's okay, everything will pass.
Our children have had children, and our children’s children have children.
Our bloodlines have come together to form a tribe.
Their future needs us to see with our own eyes."
The first ancestors wanted to say something relaxing.
He tried hard to stop his tears from flowing.
But it backfired.
"Is it Vasily?
I know him, our time together has been too long.
You have no secrets from me.
So, you killed your brother for me..."
There were also a little tears shining in the corners of the lady's eyes.
She really wanted to stop being so fragile, but her congenital defects prevented her from doing so.
"My dear, please wear this ring.
This is our wedding ring.
With it, you can stay with me forever."
The first generation ancestor spoke carefully, as if he had foreseen his wife's choice.
But he still wanted to give it a try, even though he might hear the answer he least wanted to hear.
"Bulkess, I love you.
But I won't wear this ring.
There is no doubt about your love for me, and my love for you is as bright as the everlasting stars.
But you can't deny your love for Vasily.
Bulcasso, if I wear this ring, I can stay with you for a long time.
But when you see me and see this ring that represents the love between us.
You will definitely remember that it was you who ended Vasily's life with your own hands.
It was you who killed the brother you once loved most.
Dear Bulcasso, you are destiny's beloved child.
Fate will not be cruel to you, but I have to hurt you.
My love, I have not forgotten that you killed my parents.
They don't have a great reputation, and they didn't even tell me their names.
But I remember that it was you who killed them.
Let me die like this.
At least you won’t, after spending unknown years and remembering countless times that you killed your beloved brother,
Turn all the love into as much hate and put it on me.
I am about to die now, but after death I get all your love.
Your love is like you never said, it surrounds me richly every moment of your life.
Now, let me die quietly after hurting you.
I can at least take away your love, and you will remember my love."
The lady said a lot of things in succession.
Her voice at this time was just like the first time she met her ancestor.
My breath is weak and I may stop breathing at any time.
But her voice is still as beautiful as before.
"Bulkess, look at this ring.
I accepted it, but I won't wear it.
I accepted your love and gave my love.
And now, say goodbye to me for the last time.
This time there is no need to talk about your return date. I love you, but I also hate you, so we don’t want to see you again after death."
The lady's tears were unbearable as she spoke.
The first ancestors knew that their wives were lying.
He didn't feel even a little bit of hatred!
He is the one whom destiny loves.
Any ill will towards him will be felt by him.
But he didn't detect any malice from his wife at all.
This is of course, because only love remains between them.
His wife didn't want him to die or get hurt.
His wife was also the original Nephalem, but not complete.
But it's not like Rasma, who was deprived of the power she deserved by her mother.
The wife of the first ancestor could know what happened to a person when she came into contact with him.
Although I only see the past.
But to her, no one has any secrets about the past.
"goodbye.
My wife, I will take good care of Orek.
He is the most likely of our children to achieve great things.
I will take good care of him."
The first-generation ancestor suppressed his choked voice and whispered in the gentlest voice in his life.
Then he looked at his lover holding the ring he gave him in his hand, and gently exhaled his last breath.
The breath was like a breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers in the forest, blowing over the faces of the first generation ancestors.
Then this woman who wanted to live since the birth of her life chose to say goodbye at the end of her life.
Until her death, no one knew her name.
She has no name, she is just the child of an unknown angel and an unknown devil.
Her home has no name, and her life has no name.
But everything about her is tightly intertwined with one name.
The name is her husband's name!
Her husband is called Bulcasso! He is the first ancestor of the barbarians!
"Today is a big day!
It’s a big day full of glory!
So celebrate!
Fill Mount Arreat with your laughter!
Ring the city of Harrogath with your lively war cries!"
The first ancestors shouted loudly.
This is the first festival he left to the barbarians as the Immortal King!
This is the day when the ring in his hand became a legend, to commemorate a great holiday!
This legend should be better than the barbarians losing their mothers.
This legend is definitely better than the great immortal king Bulcaisel losing his lover!
…
"So Hairab doesn't know about this?
And it was you who gave me this name?
What do you mean?"
Bulcaisuo looked at the first ancestor in front of him with a strange expression.
The ancestors around them all looked at each other in shock.
"Perhaps he wants to reunite you with his lover?"
Cassius curled his lips and said.
The next moment, he was planted directly in the ground by Kultur.
Barbarians are human beings, and they can be moved to some extent.
Cassius said such embarrassing and even deserving words because he just wanted to find a chance to suck back the snot that was about to flow out...
But he deserved the beating!
"The one whom destiny loves, this is probably what he means."
Kotur, who had just planted a barbarian ancestor in the ground of the Holy Mountain, blew his nose.
He said angrily...
"The you I know is not who you are now.
Although you did well, at least as a barbarian you were more successful than Volusk.
But the one I am familiar with is still the farmer's child named Uldyssian.
He was a thoughtful and pure farmer.
I gave him my name and it became you.
It's not a secret to you anyway.
Even if you can’t think of anything.”
The first generation's tone was still kind, and no sadness could be heard from it.
Maybe time can really heal all wounds?
In other words, burying all the wounds...
"I'll remember it eventually.
Just not now.
The ring is back on your hand, but it never actually had an owner?
Then there is definitely an insider in this legend.
Otherwise, this legendary equipment will not spread in Sanctuary."
Bulkesso narrowed his eyes.
The origins of legendary equipment are all stories.
It's just that over time the story became a legend, and maybe one day the legend will become a legend.
"Of course, there are at least three guys in this story who cannot hide their figures.
Vasily, Rasma, and Israel.
Guess who the legend of this ring originated from?”
The first generation ancestor said unhurriedly.
"I guess it's Israel, or Auriel."
There was no surprise in the first name Bulqueso said.
But Auriel's name was not among the three choices given by the first ancestors.
“I can’t say it’s completely right, but it’s almost right.
My story was told by Israel to the first person who knew it.
And it was Auriel who told this story that became legendary.
That idiot Rasma, from the very beginning, simply thought that I killed Vasily for the sake of balance just like him.
That guy always looks like he knows everything, but in fact he is always being fooled."
The first generation ancestor smiled and shook his head.
He looks more and more like an elder.
"Auriel is the least selfish of the archangels.
But it doesn't seem to be a problem to say that she is the most selfish.
She selfishly harvested a lot of hope, but selflessly put the harvested hope back into the world.
No matter what her purpose is, judging from her actions, Auriel is an archangel worthy of people's respect."
The first generation ancestor's words were sincere, but there was a sarcastic curve in the corner of his mouth.
Archangels can be as simple as Malthael, constantly striving for a certain goal.
It can also be as complicated as Malthael, who may change his original intention at any time.
"So I don't regard Auriel as a good friend.
Just respect her as a hope.
In comparison, the Prius is more suitable as a friend.
At least he doesn't have any demands that must be fulfilled from others.
Although because of this, the Prius behaves like an idiot and treats human beings without pretense."
Bulcasso spoke of his friends with a little bit of resentment.
"Well, sometimes yes.
But do you know who to watch out for?"
The first generation ancestor responded for a moment before asking.
"If it were me, from your story I would be most wary of the bastard with the same name as me.
Then, be wary of Israel, who may or may not have good intentions but do bad things.
Although I don't know if the youngest children are the most prone to problems.
But you brothers and sisters and the archangels are all like this.
The smallest one is the least worrying."
Bulcaisuo said and glared at the first ancestor in front of him.
The previous story was really weird.
It was too strange, at least in Bulkesso's eyes.
"Why did you never think of telling Vasily about the difficulties you were facing?
After all, when you and your lover met, the nephalem had not yet multiplied.
Don't tell me that you and Vasily had disagreements at that time.
If I remember correctly, there was a time when you had a very good relationship."
There was just the right amount of suspicion on Bulkesso's face.
"Our father's favorite child is me.
Then guess who our mother’s favorite child is?”
The first generation ancestors were a little helpless.
The answer to this question is Vasily.
Not Rasma, who has been with her mother the longest!
If I have to say it, Rasma should be the child Lilith loves least.
After all, it was Lilith who deprived Rathma of the possibility of being born powerful.
Being born strong and being strong through learning are completely different concepts...
The experiences of the two are also very different!
"Vasily trusts Lilith more than that idiot Rasma?
If you say that, I won’t believe it.”
Bulquesso took out a wine jar and two wine bowls.
As he said this, he filled the glass with wine.
"Of course Vasily is not that stupid.
But he is the child who loves his mother the most.
At least he loves his mother more than Rasma."
The first generation ancestor looked scornful.
Especially when it comes to Rasma...
Maybe he still cares about that idiot Rathma who killed Inaris.
It may also be that Rathma's trust in Lilith doesn't include much love.
From the perspective of the first generation ancestor, Rathma is more like being PUAed by Lilith...
Because I am not naturally strong like my brothers and sisters, I am not very confident in myself.
After getting help from Lilith, he slowly became stronger through learning.
Then I had abnormal self-confidence again...
This awkwardness may be the reason why Rasma behaves more stupidly than expected...
"Love is a form of restraint.
So the difference between Vasily and you is whether to hurt mother?"
Burcasso frowned, picked up the wine bowl, and drank the wine in one gulp without touching the glasses.
"We all knew what the mother was about to do was wrong.
But Vasily refused to take part.
He seemed to be taking care of a group of lambs at that time?
Then I was moved by the love between mother and child.
Or maybe he was already like that before that.
But it was only when I talked about it with him that I realized his thoughts, right?"
The first generation ancestor said with some uncertainty.
"That's what it's all about anyway.
Vasily had no intention of stopping our mother.
And I'm going to stop her.
Because once we want to stop our mother, we must use force.
I don’t think anyone thinks our mother is a powerless devil, right?
Just kidding, even the weakest demon can easily disembowel a person!
No demon can be described as 'weak'.
There are always people who show contempt for the enemies they once needed to look up to because they have become stronger.
How ridiculous.
None of us Nephalem, who are naturally powerful, would have such thoughts."
The first generation ancestor had a mocking look on his face.
"I have reason to think you are talking about Rasma."
Bulcaisuo twitched the corners of his mouth a few times and then said this slowly.
"Not only Rasma, but also everyone else who has become stronger through learning.
There comes a time when they swell.
Anyway, I can’t understand it.”
The first ancestor curled his lips and did not deny it.
This chapter has been completed!