The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

"Who told you that they knew nothing about the outcome when they died in battle?

Didn't those three guys tell you that they volunteered to be the guardians of the barbarians?"

The first ancestors were not good-tempered either.

After being questioned by Bulcasso, he was somewhat dissatisfied.

When he said this, his tone was naturally questioning.

"I know they are voluntary, but is this voluntary really not because you didn't tell them all the news?

As a friend, I won't put any restrictions on their choices.

But as a friend, it is normal to seek justice for them!

If you think it is necessary, I will give you the opportunity to challenge me!

If you can defeat me, then I will give you the chance to become the immortal king again!

What! Do you want to try it!?"

The anger in Bulcasso's body was also visible when he spoke.

Although it was just a blood-red halo, there was a faint golden light flashing in the halo!

Although Bulcaisuo's anger is not as direct and powerful as the destructive power of the first generation ancestors.

But this has little to do with the intensity of the anger.

It's just that different barbarians choose different ways to use anger.

Just like barbarians from different tribes have different strengths.

Bulkatho's rage is more focused on changing the form of the rage itself.

What the first ancestors were looking for was the destructive power of anger.

"You did nothing wrong! Of course there is nothing wrong with seeking justice for your friends!

But you seem to have forgotten what it means to the barbarians that I have the power of anger!

I know you have mastered nature, but the way you use nature's authority is still through anger!

Now that you know how Diavolo and Imperius use the power of authority,

Then you should know what I can do!"

The first generation ancestors were obviously very angry.

There was some reluctance in his words, as if he had something he wanted to tell Bulcaisuo.

He acknowledged Bulcaisuo's power, but he never believed that he would be powerless against Bulcaisuo.

I don’t think I will definitely lose to the junior in front of me!

Even if this junior was once the powerful Uldyssian!

Although his anger was ready to explode, it was still under control.

"Then let's try it!

Since you want to challenge me, I will answer the challenge in the fairest way!

You can use all your means, but I will not use my control over the Holy Mountain!"

The Immortal King suit appeared on Bulcasso in an instant.

The huge and heavy gravel hammer in his hand was swung randomly a few times, just like waving a fly swatter.

The air flow brought up by the gravel hammer slashed through the air and raised a strong wind on the holy mountain.

Although it is not enough to blow the burly ancestor spirits around, it is enough to make their beards and hair move with the wind.

"Bulkess, are you sure you want to do this?"

Hailab stood directly in front of Bulcaisuo, pressing his hands firmly on his shoulders.

"You don't need me to remind you that if you give up control of the Holy Mountain, the guy in front of you may directly take away everything in the Holy Mountain.

Although I don't think there would be such a shameless guy among the barbarians.

But for the first generation of ancestors, our understanding lies in those unclear legends!"

Hailab's words were full of distrust of the first generation ancestors.

Among the ancestor spirits existing on the holy mountain, there is no one familiar with this first generation ancestor.

Even the ancient Hellab knows very little about its first ancestors.

Even Kanai, the great elder at that time, only had a little bit of information about this first generation ancestor.

No one can guarantee whether this guy is noble or not.

No one knows if this guy is a despicable guy.

Although it seems a little disrespectful to target the ancestors of barbarians with this kind of suspicion.

But for savages, respect is not based on what a person has done in the legend.

Savages only believe what they see!

Even if what they see may not be the truth, barbarians will feel regret for their decisions.

Hailab's words contained a hint of excitement for the first generation ancestors.

Even though there is a high probability that this guy will not do what he says he will do, you still have to add a little insurance.

"There is an immortal king in the Holy Mountain, he just has no way to show up!

I will leave the Holy Mountain to Volusk for the time being!

You don’t doubt Volusk’s character, do you?”

Bulcaisel seemed a little disinclined to listen to others' advice.

This extremely abnormal behavior made all the ancestor spirits present frown.

Although Bulcaisel was irritable, he was not recklessly impulsive.

They know this very well.

Perhaps, this is just a test for the first generation ancestors?

Such thoughts flashed through the minds of most ancestor spirits.

Although what Bulqueso said is also correct.

Volusk rested in the Holy Mountain, taking over Kanai's continual mobilization and combing of the power of the Holy Mountain for the barbarians.

"You want to test me?

In order to test me, are you willing to use the control of the Holy Mountain as a bet?

That makes me take a high look at you."

There was a sneer on the face of the first ancestor.

Of course he understood the meaning of Kharab's words.

It's just that the anger on his body began to flash with a red light that seemed to burn his eyes just by looking at it!

He is ready to fight.

Even if his original intention was not to get a chance to challenge Bulqueso.

It's not like there's a battle going on here.

But as the first ancestor of the barbarians, he will never shy away from fighting.

As it happens, fighting also helps express his ideas.

"There is no need to entrust your holy mountain to you!

You don't know how to use the power of the Holy Mountain.

And it's time, as I said, Warusk should have left the information he wanted to tell you in his secret realm.

I also left something similar back then, but it's a pity that you didn't find it.

If any of you had been more courageous back then, maybe I wouldn't have chosen the crude solution of letting Tyrael detonate the World Stone.

What I left behind is not some legendary set or anything like that.

You all know that building a legend is not much more difficult for me than eating."

The faces of the first generation ancestors were filled with pride.

This guy behaves extremely domineeringly when his own family affairs are not involved.

It's not even worse than Volusk's lazy dominance.

It is domineering and full of confidence in one's own existence.

Like other barbarians, he experienced countless tragedies in his life.

In this way, he can still maintain his confidence.

Because his name is Bulcasso!

This is the name destiny gave to his son.

It is also something he is proud of throughout his life!

"Get out of the way, Hailab.

You just think too much.

In a fight where both sides believe the other is sincere and fair, there is nothing for you to worry about.

What he left behind should be in the anger. In other words, he put the opportunity to control the anger in the blood of the barbarians.

It's just that none of us care about this power.

In other words, Banal should know something, but he just didn’t say anything.”

Cassius stood not far away with his hands on his arms.

At this time, Cassius acted as if he was awake in the world.

The news was not difficult for these savages to guess.

After all, no one here is really slow.

It's just that most of the time they don't need to show this kind of intelligence.

"There are still smart people, but where is that Banal?

I want to look at that guy and ask him why he chose to refuse after knowing what he knew."

The corners of the first generation ancestor's mouth raised slightly.

He seemed to think that this battle no longer needed to be fought.

It's as if his purpose is to show what he has done.

Fighting is the simplest and crudest way.

If it is not necessary, this first-generation ancestor still hopes to solve the problem through simpler methods.

At least at this time, it would be easier to explain things clearly than to fight Bulcaisel.

"You're looking for me?

Are you the only one who wants to challenge Bulcaisel because you don't know your own abilities?"

Banal's voice came from far away.

It's just that he seemed a little unintelligent.

As the most irritable barbarian ever, Banal did not often say nice things out of his mouth.

Even when facing some enemies that he cannot defeat, he always curses first.

It's just that he didn't incorporate cursing into his battle cry like Cassius did.

Therefore, his curses always have the strange rhythm of a war cry, giving his voice a strange rhythm.

Moreover, he was not very clear-headed when he was a berserker, so his curse words were always scattered.

There were even cases where the devil got distracted and was hacked to death by him in order to hear clearly what he was saying...

It seems that not all demons are smart and cunning guys...

Differences in this world still exist.

Even though Malthael distributed wisdom fairly to all beings except Lilith.

But there will always be a few beings who have no fate with wisdom...

Wisdom is not something that will become less if you give it to others.

So Malthael was particularly generous in this matter.

But whether he chooses to use his wisdom or not is none of Malthael's business...

"I thought someone would be smart enough to sense what I left behind.

Turns out this is the guy you were talking about?

I don’t remember that I liked swearing when I was fighting.”

The first ancestor's eyes narrowed.

A few small flames of anger vaguely emerged from his body.

He was still worried about the venue where he was at this time.

The Sacred Mountain of the Barbarians is the property of the barbarians.

He will not show the destructive power of his anger without any scruples like in the higher heaven.

It was the same even after he found out that the guy who vaguely knew something was not polite to him at all.

The first generation ancestor was just a little irritable, not crazy...

"Huh? If you like to curse, you are digging your ancestral graves?

This is my temper, if you have any objections, then beat me up!"

Banal finally walked to the scene, and then he was stunned and shouted: "Fuck! Bulcasso is on top!"

No savage can fail to recognize his first ancestors.

Even if they have never met before, the intimacy in blood and anger will still tell them the identity of the person in front of them.

"When this big baby was brought back by Bulcasso, was Banal taking care of those little animals?"

Orlongus asked Gruchak, who nudged him aside with his elbow.

"So no one told him that the first ancestor was back?"

Gruchak turned his head and looked at Kol beside him.

"What do you think I'm doing? Ask that big bear behind me!"

Kol pointed at Koltur behind him with his right thumb.

"I have no idea!"

Kotul answered loudly.

Then this solitaire-like conversation ended here.

"I remember when the Holy Mountain of Arreat was there, those barbarians didn't look like comedians."

The first generation ancestor’s mouth was a bit hard to suppress...

"That's because you don't know enough.

To be honest, if you want to find the kind of barbarians who are not afraid of sacrifice on the holy mountain, you have to catch a lot of them.

But if you want to find some elegant guy, you have to go back to the time before the barbarians were forced to migrate to the Arreat Mountains.

Do you expect the barbarians to cultivate any educated people in a bitter cold land when it is difficult to even eat?"

Hailab squinted at the first ancestor.

Kharab's words contained Kanai, a cultural man among the barbarians.

Kanai was a cultural man. He compiled and left many stories about the past.

But if you want to say that Kanai is well-educated? Even the angels who have been beaten by him would not agree...

The fact that Kanai and Jordan Kule can come together speaks volumes.

He is just not as extreme as Jotun Kule, but Kanai also aims at the supremacy of the Nephalem.

"So no older barbarian spirits can be found on this sacred mountain?"

The first generation ancestor asked one more question.

"Are you mentally ill and have forgotten that you built the original sacred mountain of the barbarians in the Arreat Mountains?"

Hailab's tone became more and more rude.

Although Bulkesso went through some screening when selecting these ancestor spirits.

But he didn’t specifically choose the guy to support him...

It's just that Bulcaisel has little understanding of those too ancient barbarians.

There are really too many difficulties in this kind of thing.

After all, no one can ask a group that is just constantly pursuing continuity to remember the names of all their ancestors...

Even for the new generation of barbarians, they may not be able to remember the names of the three ancestors clearly...

There are also those who directly call the shadows of the three ancestors summoned by the spirits of the ancestors the "Three Idiots"...

Although the combat performance of those Ancestral Shadows is a bit silly...

"I think I still need to teach you.

At least I need to teach you how barbarians use their anger to fight.

Although the Bulcaisel you are familiar with may not despise my angry authority.

But at least, you have to have a chance to master it.

Barbarians should be angry!

Someone should know what it is to feel sad and angry when there is nothing you can do.

I know the despair and anger of watching someone I love die in front of me.

There is also the anger towards fate that is constantly burning silently under the calmness.

Anger comes in many forms, which is why anger can take on so many forms."

The first generation ancestor let out a long sigh after speaking.

The barbarian finally walked in a direction he was unfamiliar with.

This is completely different from the ethnic group he originally wanted.

This seems to be a big blow to this first-generation ancestor...

"By the way, your wedding ring is under the brick under your feet.

I think that thing should be your creation after killing Vasily.

If you had not obtained the power of life, you would not have been able to create something that could absorb the life force of enemies around you."

Bulcaisel tapped the ground with the end of the gravel hammer in his hand.

The bricks beneath the feet of the first ancestors cracked directly.

Then he opened the box with traces of time inside.

The ring inside, which looked rough and contained endless love, slowly floated up, and then slowly fell into the hands of the first generation ancestor.

"You don't seem to want to fight me as much as you say?"

The first generation ancestor's eyes were completely focused on the ring in his hand.

But this did not delay him from speaking...

"I gave you the opportunity to challenge me at any time.

And I don't care when you choose to do the challenge.

It can be now or every moment in the future!”

There was still a touch of anger lingering in Bulcaisel's body.

This battle can begin at any time.

He is the one being challenged, and it can be decided by the first ancestors when and where.

He was indeed ready to fight immediately before.

It's just that it's not him who decides when to start this battle.