The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

Bulkesso left the barrier guarded by Li Min and Nazbo.

Although he was not very satisfied with such a result.

But for now, there really isn't much that can be done.

As a non-spellcaster, most of the powers he masters are fighting skills.

It was indeed a bit overwhelming to ask him to study something that Li Min couldn't figure out for the time being.

In the end, spellcasters like Li Min did not come up with an immediate solution to this problem, but could only spend time continuing to study.

In this case, the best choice for a layman like Bulquesso is to admit the current results.

When Bulcaisel stood on the ground outside the barrier, the soul sent by Natsubo also got into the ground and began to sleep.

Bulqueso could only look at the voodoo doll at hand, feeling helpless.

"Honestly, Nazeebo should be the loneliest Nephalem, even if he is accompanied by countless souls.

But he always seemed out of place."

Bulkesso said casually.

"I don't know much about it, but I feel like he's enjoying being alone?"

Clark said.

"Then our next destination is to find death?

Or try to find your body through some means?

To be honest, in my opinion, no matter how powerful the body is, it will eventually decay.

It's a natural cycle."

Bulcaisel and Clark shared their own understandings that were not necessarily correct.

Although Clark's soul already possesses the ability to think, it is still far from complete.

Facing the question raised by Bulqueso, Clark just shook his head.

I don’t know whether he refused to express his thoughts or whether he denied Bulcaisel’s knowledge.

Bulcaisel smiled. Of course, he would not show enough trust in Clark right away.

But Clark has been recognized by Nazebo, so he is credible.

Bulcaisel's doubts only focused on the extent of Clark's power.

"Let's go, go back to the Holy Mountain of Harrogas with me first, although no one may be able to handle the situation of your soul.

But on the sacred mountain of Harrogath, at least your soul will not be diminished."

Bulqueso said.

The holy mountain of the barbarians was formed by countless souls gathered under the call of the name "Bulkessor".

There are some other methods, but those things are not that important.

If there was no intention to re-establish a sacred mountain, there would be no need to describe those processes.

The most important thing for the barbarians to build the holy mountain was not the procedures, but the name "Bulkessor".

Countless souls sleep in it, and then surrounding "Bulkessor", the power gathered by those souls can prevent the soul's power from leaking out.

This is probably the biggest benefit that outsiders can get from the sacred mountain of Harrogath.

"I heard Nazbo say before that you should deal with Rorschach's problem after coming here.

Although I don’t know who Rorschach is, but since Nazbo said this, it should be an important matter."

Clark said.

He was thinking about Bulkesso.

Clark never wanted to be an accident in someone else's plan.

He doesn't like to cause trouble to others.

"It's not troublesome, it's just a matter of portal."

Bulcaisuo explained briefly, and then directly opened a portal.

One step out and you are back in Harrogath.

"Hey Bulcaisel!

You have to take care of Talik and Korik!

Those two bastards promised to come and change shifts, but they haven’t shown up yet!”

When Bulkesso appeared in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain, Kahn's complaints came directly.

Obviously, Talik and Kolik did not take over Kahn's goalkeeping job on time.

"This is indeed a problem. How about I guard it for you for a while while you go catch them?

Anyway, in a one-on-one match, you will definitely win."

Bulqueso said very casually.

He still has things to do, but there is no need to rush in a day or two.

"Then I'll go."

Kahn was not polite, waved his hand and left the gate of the Holy Mountain directly.

He took out a wine jar from his backpack and threw it to Bulkesso.

This is a small thank you to those who helped me.

"Clark, can you drink the way you are now?"

As Bulcasso spoke, he moved a stone from the corner.

Clark is still the size of a voodoo doll, so sitting on the ground is not convenient for small talk.

"This stone may be older than me. I remember that Talik seemed to have brought it from the Holy Mountain of Arreat."

After putting down the stone, Bulqueso took a few shots.

Then he placed Clark directly on the stone and sat on the opposite side.

"I don't know, but I think it should be okay?

At least Natsubo made the facial features when he helped me create this temporary body."

Clark stretched out his little hand and looked at it.

This feeling is really weird.

Bulcaisel glanced at Clark, then broke off a very small piece from the stone in front of him.

Then he took out a dagger and made a dent in the small piece of stone.

This is not difficult at all, Bulkesso is not only proficient in the craft of forging.

He also mastered some of the skills of a gemstone craftsman.

Although it does not have the ability to create legendary gems, there is still no problem in cutting and synthesizing gems.

This is all fine work.

Clark's body was too small at this time, and it was really inconvenient to use a wine jar.

Making a wine bowl is the best solution.

Bulcasso patted the wine jar, and the wine vibrated into a splash of water that fell into the small bowl.

Clark reached out and picked up the bowl, then took a sip.

He didn't know whether he could drink or not.

The result was good, Clark could feel the taste of strong liquor.

Burquetso and Clark drank one glass after another.

At this time, the sound of the battle between Kahn and Tarik was also heard on the Holy Mountain. From the sound, it was clear that it was quite fierce.

…

"Talik, before you wanted to watch the fun, I didn't have any idea.

Although I also want to watch the fun! But you shouldn’t lie to me!”

The two swords in Kahn's hands were pointed at Tarik one after another, and he asked angrily.

"I didn't lie to you.

It was my turn to take over the janitor's job, but when I was about to leave, it was Kolik's turn again."

Talik said while carrying the evidence of shame.

Facing Kahn's fierce and intensive attacks, even Talik, who is known as the defender, was not comfortable.

The density of this kind of attack is really scary.

Talik, who is good at defense, felt that he was stretched thin.

"By the way, can Kalju fully withstand your attack?"

Talik asked with a smile.

"?"

The vein on Kahn's forehead almost turned into the shape of a question mark.

"How did you come up with such fantastic ideas when faced with my questioning?"

Kahn's eyes widened and he attacked again with the two swords in his hands.

Talik raised the Shame Struggle to his side like a shield.

There is really not much difference between this broken giant sword and a door panel.

In an instant, the sound of the one-handed sword hitting the token of shame became one.

Kahn's attacks will become faster and faster. Although there is still an upper limit, not everyone can see what the upper limit of Kahn's attack frequency is.

Most demons were hacked to death at the first breath they faced Karn.

A small number of demons can persist a little longer, although this process is not lucky at all.

Because the despair they have to experience will be prolonged and the taste will be even more uncomfortable.

Only a few demons were able to truly compete with Kahn, but unfortunately, most of these demons did not survive.

After all, the only demon that could be said to have fought against Kahn was not the only barbarian swordmaster.

Instead, he faced ninety crazy and powerful barbarians...

For a demon, no matter what situation he encounters, it is pretty bad.

"Kahn, Ninety Barbarians should still be there, right?"

Talik asked while trying his best to resist Kahn's attack.

"You are talking nonsense! Although we may not be able to make up to ninety.

But of course it still exists!”

Kahn said angrily.

He was still able to speak normally, and even his speaking speed did not change.

Obviously, the current attack frequency still has not reached Kahn's upper limit.

"Qualkiq?"

Talik brought up the name of the old general Qualkek.

Kahn's attack stalled for a moment.

Obviously, Old General Qualkek is indeed one of the Ninety Barbarians.

Old General Qualkek handed the mountain-splitting ax to Sonya, but the mountain-splitting ax had more of a symbolic meaning.

Moreover, General Qualkek is much older than Talik and the others.

After all, he was the general of the barbarian army when the Holy Mountain of Arreat still existed.

Orak would also show some respect when he saw Qualkek.

This is already very illustrative of the problem.

"It doesn't seem difficult for you to guess, after all, the ninety barbarians are really just ninety.

And there are only a few barbarian souls that disappear and never come back."

Kahn's tone remained calm.

But Talik could sense the intensifying offensive on the Proof of Shame.

If at the beginning Kahn was just launching high-frequency attacks to express his dissatisfaction.

Then at this time, he really felt uncontrollable anger.

"Okay, now it should be Kolik's turn to guard the goal.

Moreover, you have been on duty for several rounds before, so Kolik and I should guard the corresponding time.

It's not that we don't want to stay at the gate of the Holy Mountain, it's just that it's really boring there.

I would rather turn into a stone statue and sleep, and then wake up for a while when someone comes."

Talik pressed his shoulder against the sword spine of the Proof of Shame, and then launched a collision with Karn.

This is not a skill, just a little trick using weapons.

Push Kahn back slightly and give yourself a chance to adjust.

"Boring? Life is boring. No matter what you do, you will feel bored once you get used to it.

But pursuing novelty is not necessarily a good thing.”

Kahn said angrily.

Although he did not stop, the intensity of his attack returned to the same level as at the beginning.

The fighting method of holding a one-handed sword with both hands is to face the battle more flexibly.

If you want explosive power in battle, holding a two-handed sword with both hands is the best choice.

Although Kahn is more remembered for his attack density during battles.

But he is indeed the kind of barbarian who pays attention to burst damage in a short period of time.

"I can't be as... um, slow as you are?"

Talik said.

"If you are not bored, then just continue to guard the gate of the Holy Mountain, right?"

Tarik said with a bit of ridicule.

"I can do it, but what I pay more attention to is the distribution that was agreed upon at the beginning.

What you said at the beginning was that three people would take turns guarding the goal, and that should be the case."

Kahn's eyes looked a little strange.

"For you, there is no difference between constant changes in the short term and no changes in the long term, right?

Can you represent those ninety savages?"

Tarik asked.

Although he still had to listen to the tinkling sound coming from the Proof of Shame as he spoke.

"You...seem to be just to make me get excited and tell you the answer you want?

If this is the case, you should choose to ask me more formally."

Kahn said.

The fighting or playing is still going on.

Both sides maintained a stalemate.

Tarik has no intention of escaping, and Kahn has no intention of defeating Tarik.

"Ninety Barbarians are mysterious enough for barbarians.

Although Madoc seemed to have some understanding back then.

But you also know that he is a prophet and none of us are."

Talik smiled, although the smile was a little bitter.

It's not a good feeling to have a partner who has been with you for hundreds of years leave.

"Okay, you two have been holding it in for so long. I don't care if you let your emotions out.

But it's best not to cry."

Kahn said in a sarcastic tone.

"Crying? That's not serious, it's just a little uncomfortable.

You know, no matter when you lose something, you won't be very happy.

At night, the existence I was accustomed to over the years suddenly no longer exists, and it is a feeling of emptiness that cannot be ignored.

Sword Master Kahn, thank you for choosing to become one of the three ancestors."

Tarik's tone became gentler and gentler, not even gentle enough to sound like a barbarian.

"Ah."

Kahn just made this sound.

He said nothing more.

"Let's go, let's go find Kolik, it should be his turn to guard the goal next.

By the way... you are not at the gate of the Holy Mountain, so is Kalju temporarily guarding the gate of the Holy Mountain now?"

Tarik asked.

"It's Bulcaisel over there, and he brings a clean soul with him.

It can be seen that that soul should be a friend of Bulcasso."

Kahn said.

It's just these words that made Tarik's face look a little uglier.

"That means whoever returns to the gate of the Holy Mountain and starts guarding the gate now will have to encounter the Immortal King, right?"

Talik said.

"Isn't it obvious?

Now there is only Bulcaisel, the immortal king."

Kahn got it wrong, but that doesn't matter.

"What I mean is that we did not guard the gate properly, but instead let the Immortal King become the gatekeeper.

I feel like the next person who takes over is going to get a beating."

Talik pushed back violently, out of Karn's attack range.

The situation at this time was a bit troublesome for him, and he had no interest in continuing to play around with Kahn.

"Anyway, it's not me who got beaten. I've been guarding there for a long time."

Kahn nonchalantly hung the sword on his waist again.

Then he gave Tarik a look of joy.

"That's okay, anyway, the next one to be beaten is Korik."

Tarik waved his hand as if he wanted to show he didn't care.

But his hands were shaking.

"Aren't you and Bulcaisel friends?"

Kahn asked.

"We are friends, but the gatekeeper has the responsibilities of the gatekeeper, and the immortal king has the responsibilities of the immortal king.

Being punished is necessary, and you also know that fighting Bulcaisel is not a good experience.

Even though I was only facing him, I always felt like I was being fought against by all the ancestral spirits on the Holy Mountain, including myself."

Talik said bitterly.

If you can find an opponent on the Holy Mountain who can bring freshness to the battle, it is Bulcaisso.

Because he can use the fighting methods of every ancestor spirit in battle.

But the most boring part was fighting Bulcaisel, because the outcome was already determined before the battle started.

After Bul-Katho defeated the first ancestral spirit, Mardoc never fought Bul-Katho again.

If I had to name one reason, it would probably be that Maddock had foreseen the result that he would no longer be able to win.

As time goes by, Tarik and Kolik will no longer challenge Bulcaisuo.

After that, all the ancestral spirits gave up fighting Bulkatho.

Avoiding war is like an infectious disease, appearing on the holy mountain.

"Let's go find Korik. I want to see him get beaten."

Kahn invited Tarik.

If nothing else happens, he will also send an invitation to Korik to find Tarik.

Not only did Kahn want to watch Korik get beaten up by Bulkatho, he also wanted to watch Talik have fun.

"Leave then?"

Tarik dusted himself off and walked towards the direction where Korik might be.

Kahn followed behind, probably thinking of interesting things in his mind.