Dark Savages Come To the United States Chapter 1038

Just when Nazbo was thinking about the problem that stemmed from a soul, the situation on the demon's side also changed.

It was only natural that the demon Bourkesso was looking for when he parted from Prius was Lilith.

After all, Barr is now under the control of Li Min, so there is absolutely no need for Bulkasso to worry about whether Li Min will not watch over Barr and let the Devil of Destruction cause any accident under her nose.

The task of finding Lilith is not an easy task. The only thing that can be confirmed now is that the time when Laiko and Lilith met was not in the present, but in the past a long time ago.

This made Burkesoe very embarrassed, it wasn't that Wu Yifan was crossing the span of time at this time, but that he wasn't sure if he would cause any trouble by doing so.

In the face of unfamiliar fields, of course, you must have the courage to explore, but you must not act rashly.

Bourkesso needs a little help, and there are people he knows who can help him in the realm of time.

It's just that Bourkesso doesn't know when he will see the blue police booth, that guy always shows up when he needs him.

But this statement is too general, and the way time flows in different worlds is very different.

"Fairy Wood"

So it's not a good idea to wait to deal with the problem, but fortunately, Bulkesso can take the initiative to go to the world over there.

The cage of the Infinite was there before, and after gaining the powers that Infinite represents, Bulkesso can go back there.

The Three Ancestors and the Supreme Mage stayed there to help the Time Lord deal with the affairs over there. Since the Three Ancestors and the others have returned safely, the situation over there should also be stabilized.

Bulkasso returned to the holy mountain of Harrogath for the first time, and Bulkasso would not leave until the legendary barbarians who went to burn **** for fun came back.

There must be some backup power that can be mobilized so that Bourkesso can do his own thing with confidence.

And death is still in the temple of the elders at this time, this is not an existence that can be ignored.

Even if the two sides have the same goal during this time, a **** with humanity is not a god!

It was just some kind of existence with great power!

No one can guarantee the idea of ​​death. Even if she is not the kind of existence known for her fighting power, her mastery of life is enough to pose a huge threat to other existences.

Martha El can end life with a single thought, and there is no reason why death can't do that.

"I thought you would come back after finishing everything." Vorusk said, looking at Bulkesso, who had a gloomy face.

"I have a lot of things to deal with, and I'm not worried about letting other people do these things." Bourkesso glanced at Vorusk very casually, then walked directly to his own throne and sat down.

Vorusk just smiled, he knew that he couldn't change Bulkessel's thoughts, just like Bulkesso couldn't change his will.

At this time, there is no need for anyone to persuade the other, and it is the best answer to exercise restraint on the issue of ideas.

"Winter Winter~"

There was a slight knock on the ground.

"I almost forgot that the first generation ancestors are still here." Bourkesso said.

The next moment he relaxed a little bit on the suppression of the first generation ancestors.

The information that Li Min conveyed to him before, Bulcasso just forgot it for a while. As to whether Lilith has done anything to the barbarians, the answer to this question still needs to be answered from the first generation ancestors.

"It seems that you don't like seeing me very much." The first ancestor constructed a somewhat illusory body with very weak energy and stood in front of Bulkesso.

Bourkesso only gave him such a little permission, and he couldn't do other things he wanted to do.

"I originally wanted to ask you a question, and I was even prepared to pay the price of putting you to sleep forever if you didn't answer."

Bulkesso looked at the theoretically common ancestor of all barbarians in front of him and said.

His expression was a little complicated.

"Immortal King, hesitation is not the expression that should appear on your face. I probably know what you want to ask. The thing that can make you hesitate so much is probably the part about the origin of the barbarians, right?"

The ancestors of the first generation were extraordinarily calm, as if they had expected this.

Although the first ancestor was not the kind of legend known for his wisdom, he was never an idiot, and even among the first few Nephalems, he was considered wise!

"I don't want to hear any answer to this question from you right now, whether it's refusal or planning to go into a tirade, I just want to sit quietly for a while now."

Bourkesso raised his eyelids a little tiredly, and then relaxed directly.

Humans are bound to get tired, even barbarians who appear on the battlefield as "perpetually moving killing machines."

No matter how long the stamina bar is, it is not infinite.

What's more, Bourkesso was mentally fatigued at this time.

"You probably feel the pressure of being the Immortal King, otherwise why do you think I like to wear that helmet that completely covers my face all the time?" Volusk said with a bit of schadenfreude.

Most of the time he was fully armed, just so that the tiredness on his face would not be seen by other barbarians.

It was like the skinny battle master Calju, who was already hungry at the time, never took off his armor before he died in battle.

I just want to hide some facts that happened to me.

It seems that the barbarians can't think of a better way, so most of them use the same method.

"The first ancestor, let death continue to sleep, she needs to sleep to regain some strength, we may still need her help when facing Martha Yiner and Tyrael."

Burkeseau said.

Not long after death came to hide in the Temple of the Elders, he chose to sleep, which was not what the first ancestors and Vorusk asked for.

But the two of them offered some help when it came to the slumber of death.

For example, using the strong power of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath to cover up, perhaps Tyrael, who has obtained most of the authority of death at this time, is feeling that his control over death has increased.

This is what Vorusk wants to see.

Is it relying on authority to become strong? Or use authority to become strong?

This may sound like no difference, but in fact the difference is quite large.

Most of the powerhouses in the original world were the latter, and perhaps only the Four Demon Kings and the Archangel of Balance, Yinceriel, were the representatives of the former.

"I will have something to explain to death when you come back. It seems that I think too much." The first ancestor smiled.

Immediately afterwards, he took back the power that was originally used to awaken death. Of course, these were all done with Volusk's knowledge.

Without the consent of Volusk, the first ancestors would not even think of using the power of the Holy Mountain.

"I have a lot of things I want to talk about, but not now, now I just want to sit quietly." Bourkeseau said.

Now he doesn't even have the idea of ​​setting up a wine party with others to have fun.

He is tired and not bored.

"By the way, although your forging has been interrupted, you can't even have a blank with your ability, right?" The first-generation ancestor asked casually.

But the moment he said this question, he was stared at by Volusk with serious eyes!

It is still a mystery whether the first ancestor is his own, although this guy should belong to Nephalem no matter what.

"Volusk, don't be nervous. Whether my preparations are complete or not, they can't threaten me at this time." Bulkesso said lazily.

"I don't think so. No amount of thoughtful planning can guarantee results. Just like when I tried to challenge death back then, I was almost able to make both the archangel and the **** devil treat Nephalem with caution. " Vorusk said with some disdain.

If he was alive, he really managed to completely control death in his own hands, then the higher heaven and the burning **** would indeed have to have more scruples about Nephalem.

"But I'm not you, I have never been defeated." Bourkesso said a little rudely.

His tone had taken on annoyance.

"Yeah, Bulkesso, who has never been defeated, are you going to ask me to remind you that defeat and defeat are not the same thing?" Vorusk's face was a little sarcastic.

"When something doesn't turn out as you hoped, then it's a failure. It's like when Marsa Yin came to the holy mountain of Harrogath, when you didn't save the tens of thousands of your fellow citizens, You've already failed. You just haven't been beaten by someone in the fight."

Vorusk said a few words more rarely.

He wouldn't be afraid of things like Bourkesso getting angry, and Bourkessel wasn't so easy to get angry.

These are the facts, and Bourkesso doesn't get angry when he deals with them.

"The name Burkeseau is barbarian."

Burkesso said weakly.

"I agree with this very much." The first generation of ancestors said while helping.

"Perhaps this matter has nothing to do with you?" When Vorusk spoke, he directly smashed the illusory figure of the first ancestor with his big feet in iron boots.

Most of the barbarians are irritable... Although it seems that it doesn't matter if you talk about it directly.

"He's taking a stand, but he's not speaking out."

Bulkasso glanced at the energy debris that had not completely disappeared and said.

"I know, but this guy has his own ideas, and while they're generally the same as our goals, they're always a little bit different."

Vorusk pouted.

Three people have two circles, which seems to be common among humans?

"It seems that I haven't rested much since I started forging. Things always come one after another." Bourkesso sighed.

And Vorusk took out a crock directly from his backpack and threw it to Bulkesso.

"This is the juice that my Drewyin friend gave me, but I'm not sure if it's still drinkable after so many years, or is it fermented naturally?" Volusk smiled.

Then he took out a crock pot for himself, and after knocking on the mud seal, he poured it into his mouth without even smelling it.

Anyway, even if this thing has deteriorated, it can only be regarded as the weakest kind of poison.

That doesn't even make a guy like Vorusk have diarrhea.

"You should be prepared recently. I may be away for a few days in a few days. The place where Lilith exists is a bit hard to find. I have to add a guarantee to the time."

Burkeseau said.

Having received the gift of time, Bulkesso and Doctor Who, the son of time, have similar powers.

What they see is the doomed past and cannot be changed!

In other words, when the power of time acts on them, no matter what time period they are in, they do it according to where they are and the order in which everything happens.

In other words, whether they go to the past or the future, it is only their "present"!

Whether this is considered a kind of preferential treatment is indeed debatable.

But at least that doesn't make everything they've ever experienced a joke that can be played at will.

From this point of view, this should be a good thing.

"Don't tell me about time, I don't understand and don't plan to explore."

Vorusk said and took another sip of the juice that had expired for an unknown time.

It seems that taste or something is not very important to him at this time.

"Huh? A trace of soul-eating is knocking on the door of the holy mountain? What is there for Nazpo to prevent him from coming in person?"

Volusk said with some surprise.

Since the power to sort out the holy mountain was placed in his hands, he has been aware of the big and small things on the holy mountain.

Although it is impossible to know what other people are saying, it is still very clear who is where and who is the visiting outsider.

"Nazibo won't do meaningless things. Using the soul-eater to send messages is his unique method. Even Massa Yiner can't imitate this trick."

Burkessel stretched his body a little to make his body on the throne more comfortable.

"I gonna go see?"

Vorusk said.

When Nazpo left the holy mountain of Harrogath, Bulkesso didn't come back.

If Nazbo was going to find Bulkesso, he wouldn't use the somewhat weak method like Soul Eater.

As long as the matter is not urgent, even if there is an accident that delays time, it doesn't matter, Nazbo will use the soul-eater method to transmit information.

The important thing is that even if the spells of voice transmission and communication cannot be used, Nazbo should have let the zombie dog find Bulkesso.

Although the body of the zombie dog has long been different from the original dog, Nazpo has been specially modified in terms of finding people~www.mtlnovel.com~ and Nazpo has more secure means, such as Skills such as Ghost Baby Army are more secure than Soul Eater to transmit information.

"Go, when I came back, even Korrick and the others were not disturbed."

Burkeseau said.

He simply wants to wait here for a while, and it can be regarded as giving himself a little rest.

As long as there are no emergencies now, he doesn't plan to do anything.

It just happened that the Holy Mountain of Harrogath needed a strong force to sit down, so he came back for a few days.

"I won't let them bother you with something less important."

Volusk laughed dryly.

But Burkeseau ignored him.

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