The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

At this time in Canduras, Leoric was sitting silently on his throne.

If this seat can still be regarded as a throne.

Has anyone ever seen a king alone?

Leoric's heart was full of doubts.

[Does what I do really make sense?

Can what I give and receive really make everything return to the way it was at the beginning?】

Such questions filled everything about Leoric in the past time.

No matter when he was the Skeleton King, or when he was the King of Khanduras.

He was still hesitating like this.

Half of Leoric's face is a human face, and the other half is a skeleton!

The crown on her head is as gorgeous as ever, but there are no gems as decoration on the crown.

Extending from half of the skeleton's face are a skeleton's shoulders and an arm that can only be seen as a thick skeleton.

Leoric is already the Skeleton King, and even now he can appear in human form and rule this reborn Khanduras as a "human".

But he is already the Skeleton King.

"Bulkess, can I trust you?"

Leoric spoke in a low voice, as if he was asking Bulcasso, who was not here at this time.

The human half of his face showed a smile, as if he had received Bulcaisu's affirmative answer.

…

"Bulkess, can I trust you?"

In the tomb Leoric built for himself, he asked the young barbarian in front of him.

The name Bulcasso was very familiar to Leoric.

The first Nephalem, creator of forges and weapons.

The violent and angry force points to the only one!

After Leoric transformed into a huge skeleton, this was the first time he saw a barbarian coming to him without hostility and anger.

So he opened his mouth and said these words.

"You can't believe me because I don't know what I'm going to do.

Skeleton King, I know your past, but please don't ask me why I know all this.

I just have a feeling that I can help you."

At that time, there was no old Bulcasso standing there, like a mountain range.

The breath on my body is as cold as the cold wind in the mountains, but I can feel the heat of the blood flowing through my body in the cold.

Life seems to be blooming slowly in the cold wind and falling snow.

The branches that were mostly buried under the snow seemed to be accumulating the power to sprout again in the snow.

"Bulkess, the representative of nature.

In other words, you have mastered nature, so why are you not the immortal king?"

The huge skeleton slumped on the throne asked this question.

A faint blue flame was burning slowly in the empty eye sockets.

At this time, he was not crazy at all.

It's nothing like the demeanor of the Skeleton King described by those tomb robbers who luckily escaped from the royal tomb.

"Ha, why should I become the Immortal King?

Just to be regarded as a god and legend one day and have my tribe carve a statue of me?

There is nothing special about what the Immortal King represents, it is just the ability to bear the fate of a clan.

After achieving this, what difference does it make between being the Immortal King or not?"

Bulcaisel sat cross-legged directly in front of the Skeleton King.

Even though Bulcasso is very tall and burly.

But in front of the Skeleton King, who is almost four meters tall, he still looks like a child.

The Barbarian and the Skeleton King sat face to face. The Skeleton King moved his head slightly, but soon stopped making any movement.

"So barbarian, what are your plans for coming here?

Kill me, get rid of the Skeleton King who is only guarding his wealth during his lifetime, and then leave here with the buried wealth of Khanduras?

Then, become a legend among the carnival and worship of tomb robbers?"

Leoric said lazily.

Leoric seemed particularly calm at this time.

"I have no such plan, I just heard a piece of news.

It's just an opportunity to defeat everything, end everything, and stop people being fed by angels and demons.

Let me tell you the truth, I heard you have a Dark Soul Stone here."

Bulcasso spoke very casually, not even looking at the Skeleton King in front of him.

He walked all the way to the Skeleton King and broke countless bones.

He also doesn’t know how many ghosts the Oath Keepers in his hands have shattered.

But only in front of the Skeleton King, Bulcaisel did not show any hostility.

Just because Skeleton King didn't attack first...

“May I know who you got this from?

Dark Soul Stone, this thing brings me endless sadness.

So how did you know about it?

Have you met my son?

Or did you find the notes he left in this world?"

Leoric showed no sign of excitement.

He just asked calmly, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

The Skeleton King does not belong to the ranks of the dead.

Because the dead should just remain as corpses without any action.

But he is not a living person, and a living person will not act in the image of a skeleton.

Skeleton King is nothing more than a blasphemy against life.

“You mean Aidan?

He's a hero, that's all.

To be honest, I learned about it from Impris.

Not long ago, I just came back from the high-level heaven. Although that guy was rough.

But surprisingly he is a nice guy, at least I feel there is no pressure in dealing with him."

As he spoke, Bulcasso took out a clay pot from his backpack. The pot contained a strong aura of high-level heaven.

Although Leoric never set foot in the higher heaven when he was alive.

But I am still very familiar with this smell.

The Holy Light Cathedral likes to use some very precious-looking crystal bottles to hold these things.

They called this liquid the Fountain of Paradise.

Leoric once wondered whether this was really the spring water in the high-level paradise, but now even if he knew it, he could only satisfy his curiosity.

"Is this really the spring water in a high-level paradise?"

Well, Leoric, the skeleton, is still curious.

Curiosity about unknown things is a good sign.

At least curiosity can make him more like a special being.

"Yes, there is a fountain in the high heaven, surrounded by earthen pots.

Then I took a jar and filled it with some spring water.

I'm going to try brewing some wine with this thing.

You know, food is still precious in this world, but it is only valuable to barbarians.

There is no way, who made the land around the Holy Mountain of Arreat freeze as hard as iron, and it is too difficult to farm on the Holy Mountain of Arreat."

Bulcasso and Leoric talked like old friends for many years.

They had never met before, so it was a bit strange, but it didn't seem that strange.

"Your power should be able to easily change all the landforms. Why not do this?"

Leoric was curious again.

Everything about Bulcasso indicates that he has mastered the power of nature.

Things like climate and landforms should be something he can change at will.

But such a Bulkesso would actually be distressed because the land in the Arreat Mountains is not suitable for farming?

"The reason why nature is called nature is of course because they naturally become like this.

Do I need to turn the mountains into deep valleys? Let the snow turn into the ocean?

That’s not natural, that’s destroying everything.”

There was a strange sense of superiority in Bulcaisel's eyes, which made Leoric a little bit dissatisfied.

He is just a savage. Where does this sense of superiority come from?

There is nothing wrong with barbarians having a long civilization, but they have been struggling to survive and have not had much time to record culture.

This is one of the reasons why barbarians are always despised in the rich human world.

A group of powerful warriors, the first difficulty they face every day is whether they can feed their families today?

This seems very funny.

"Let's go back to the topic at the beginning.

Did you know from Imprius that I have a brand new Dark Soul Stone?

I have never met that Archangel of Courage, how did he know?

Even before I died, I hoped that these archangels would appear in front of me and save my country.

Do those guys really exist?"

There was a little bit of madness in Leoric's voice.

With this emotion, the cold atmosphere began to spread in Leoric's tomb.

"Those guys are not omnipotent, so you better calm down.

I don't want to break your rotten bones with the heavy knife in my hand.

You'd better communicate with me properly!"

A moment of anger flashed across Bulcasso's body.

The anger made Leoric calm down again.

Even the wise king of Khanduras, who was aloof when he was alive, had to think carefully when coming face to face with the wrath of a barbarian.

These guys don't have more time to learn the etiquette that is popular in the human world now.

So their attitudes are written on their faces.

The aura of natural authority in Bulcaisel's body already illustrates his power.

But this is not strange.

After all, it would be ridiculous if a barbarian named Bulcaisel was not even a legend.

When dealing with savages, only one has the right to be violent.

Unless it's two barbarians dealing with each other, there will be a situation where both people are qualified to be violent.

"Okay, now I want to know how you communicate with him?

If he knew that I had the Dark Soul Stone in my hand, he should choose to keep silent.

After all, I'm not here just to wait for the arrival of a Nephalem like you.

This Dark Soul Stone is also a surprise I plan to leave to the Hell Demon King.

Living people with normal or even noble thinking cannot bear the whispers of the devil of hell, so a dead and crazy skeleton can bear it, right?

Although I don’t mind that the one sealed in such a dark soul stone is an archangel.”

Leoric explained his purpose of staying here very naturally.

Isn't he willing to stay in this place with this attitude just to wait for an existence that he resents?

It doesn't matter whether it's the Archangel or the Demon King of Hell. In Leoric's eyes, they are both equally hateful.

As for angels and demons in general?

Those guys are probably no match for Leoric at this time.

Naturally, Leoric would not have any fear.

"When I put the earthen jar into the fountain to fill it with water, the guy rushed out without saying a word.

Fountains can be seen everywhere in the higher heavens. I don't understand why that bastard Imprius is reluctant to part with such a small amount of spring water.

So we had a fight.

He said that one day he would seal me in the Dark Soul Stone.

It's really funny. If you want to shut me up, wouldn't it be better to just kill me?

I'm just a barbarian, not an immortal being."

Bulcaisel took the jar and looked at it, as if he wanted to see why the thing inside was so important to Impris.

Leoric's eyes finally fell on the earthen jar in Bulcasso's hand.

Yeah, it smells like corpses.

Still very rich.

Judging from Leoric's extensive experience in manipulating bones as the Skeleton King, this crock should be an urn.

Well, when Leoric discovered this, he understood why the Prius was so excited.

Of course, high-level heaven will not begrudge a little bit of the spring of heaven.

It is nothing but spring water to angels.

Even for humans, this thing is just a tool used by weak humans to expel equally weak demons and ghosts.

The problem lies with the urn.

The angels use the spring of heaven for daily washing and drinking.

Burquesso used an urn to hold water?

What's the difference between this and stuffing rotting corpses into someone else's water source?

If someone had used an urn to serve food to Leoric, the lazy Leoric would have stood up from his throne.

Then use the mad king's scepter to break that idiot's bones piece by piece!

"Have you never thought that the problem lies with the earthen pot in your hand?"

Leoric suddenly felt helpless.

Of course he realized that the Bulcaisel in front of him was not a regular barbarian.

Not to mention the issue of strength, ordinary barbarians would not at least have a casual chat with a skeleton like him here.

According to Leoric's experience, if a team of adventurers came to his tomb and were lucky enough to enter this hall.

Then what the barbarian must do is to roar loudly and then fly in front of him with a jumping slash.

But the Bulcaisuo in front of him not only had no intention of fighting, he even sat opposite him and chatted with him.

Just for a dark soul stone that doesn’t sound like a good thing just by the name?

"This thing is really dirty, and there is a thick layer of dust inside.

So before filling it with spring water, I poured the dust on the ground and washed the jar."

Bulcasso said with an indifferent expression.

Upon hearing this, Leoric quickly changed to a more comfortable position and sat.

What Bulkesso did was simply a provocation to the higher heavens.

This is something Leoric wanted to do but didn't have the chance to do.

He now has a better impression of the barbarian in front of him who begged him for the Dark Soul Stone.

"So, how did you escape Imprius' pursuit?"

Leoric asked such a question.

"Escaped? Why did you escape?

I pressed Imprius's head directly into the spring water, and he muttered for a long time before I understood what he said.

That's why I showed up here to ask you for the Dark Soul Stone.

This time I want all those bastards from Hell Demon to get out!

It’s better to be packed to the brim, just like the big vat in front of my house is stuffed with meat!”

When Bulcasso said this, his expression was a little ferocious.

When facing the archangel, Bulcaisuo had no respect for Lao Shizi. When facing the devil of hell, Bulcaisuo was full of contempt and hostility.

At this time, Leoric realized that if he really wanted to take revenge on the High Heaven and the Burning Hell, then Bulcasso would be the best candidate.

It's even more convenient and faster than him fishing on this lonely throne.

So Leoric made an interesting and bold decision!

He wants to hand over the most important tool in his collection for revenge to this interesting barbarian!