Dark Savages Come To the United States Chapter 565

The story of Vorusk's face of death sounds like an epic story to onlookers.

But if everything he faced at that time had to be described in words, it was probably a story full of psychedelic dreams.

The story probably begins from the moment Volusk saw the vision of the first ancestor.

After all, it was from that day that he truly became the Immortal King, even if that was not what he had hoped for.

It wasn't a mistake, it wasn't destiny, it was just that he and they couldn't choose.

"Kanai, I still think you're the guy who should sit on the throne, haven't you thought that only you can get the approval of all the Nephalems.

The title of Immortal King is too heavy for me, and I still can't understand why you pushed me to the throne before everyone said your name! "

Vorusk sat cross-legged on the ground, his tousled hair swaying in the wind like a lion's mane.

He looked at Kanai, who was sitting on the edge of the stone chair and kept writing on the large pile of parchment on the table, with disbelief in his eyes.

What happened on this day was so strange to him.

When the elders held a memorial ceremony, they suddenly said that they would elect the Immortal King.

Vorusk still remembered that when the news was announced, whether it was the young warriors or the veteran powerhouses, their eyes, without exception, turned to Kanai who was standing aside with a calm face.

As Vorusk looked at Kanai, his eyes were full of ecstasy.

Yes!

Who but Kanai is qualified to sit on the throne of the Immortal King?

Even if the scope of voting is expanded to all Nephalems, including those mages, witchers, crusaders, necromancers, etc., etc., this kind of voting is carried out a thousand times or ten thousand words. , those people will only have one name written on their ballots!

That's "Kanai"!

Noble one! Kanai!

But it was Kanai who stood up when everyone was looking at him!

"My brethren! We need the Immortal King! But my name shall not be inscribed on the Immortal King's throne!

Of course I am willing to use all my energy to make everyone's life better!

I am also willing to set foot on the most dangerous battlefield when I need me!

But I can't be the Immortal King! "

Kanai said so at the time.

If Volusk said these words, then these rough savages would probably have been in an uproar long ago.

But it was that Kanai who said those words!

So the people present were very quiet, all waiting for Kanai to continue talking.

For a while, apart from the crackling sound of the torches in the Temple of the Elders, there was only a large sound of breathing as the background.

"If I were to tell the reasons for it, it would only be a disaster for us! So forgive me for not being able to tell you all the details.

But don't worry, we'll have an immortal king!

This is not my wishful thinking, but he must be able to do everything an immortal king needs! "

As Kanai spoke, he turned his calm gaze to Volusk, who was at the forefront of the crowd.

Everyone's eyes also followed Kanai's movements to this dazed guy.

Vorusk's standing in the front row would have shown his status.

Of course there is order among the barbarians, and they also need rules like queuing.

For example, when distributing food, the stronger the warrior, the more forward, because the warriors are responsible for hunting.

The more in the front row, the less likely they are to eat delicious food. They have food that can make the warriors eat, but it will never be delicious.

The most delicious food is always the children's, and the barbarians know well what the children of barbarians will face when they grow up on Mount Arreat.

It was a never-ending battle, an endless slaughter and a war dance on the edge of life and death.

At the very least, the elders and warriors hoped that these children would have a little fondness to remember about their childhood, not just the endless connections and the savage faces of the instructors and the smell of alcohol.

Vorusk is at the forefront of most queuing occasions, as he is the most powerful of the warriors on the holy mountain.

It's just that there's always one person whose name is included in the extra column on the barbarian list, and that's Kanai.

"No! How can I do better than you!? Kanai! I can't be as great as you, if one day I can be described as 'great', I will only rank you behind the name!"

Vorusk was stinged by the eyes of everyone, and he said in a panic.

"Vorusk! If there is anyone on the holy mountain who can truly become the Immortal King, then it is only you. Trust me!"

Kanai was very serious when he said this, as serious as the ancestor who only had sculptures left.

"Elders, this is not the first time I have said this! My decision must not be the final verdict!

So let's make a decision as usual! Of course, I still won't get involved! "

Kanai was a little anxious when he spoke, as if he had something to do at the moment.

Of course, the practice of barbarians is not the right one who has the bigger fist. In that case, this group will not continue to this day, and even show a growing trend.

It's just that power is part of this routine.

"Cough! You mean according to Udi... I'm sorry, I forgot, you mean to initiate a vote?"

An elder said nervously.

He had meant to say something like "According to Uldyssian's rules", but the name "Uldyssian" had become a topic that couldn't be brought up after the man had made his decision.

Everything is trying to minimize the influence of this existence. Not only the Nephalems, but also angels and demons.

They are constantly doing some deliberate things, although everyone who knows Uldyssian's existence will never forget this person, but they are all silent!

"Vote! Although I don't think there is anyone on the Holy Mountain more fit to be the Immortal King than Volusk."

After Kanai finished speaking, he turned his head to his own room.

It was a large enough stone house, and the space inside was enough to hold a dozen of the largest prey.

But the room was already filled with various parchment scrolls, leaving a path that led directly to the desk.

Only by the side of Kanai's desk can there be a little empty space.

The people who stayed at the scene focused their attention on Vorusk, and the eyes were a bit strange, but they didn't look at it.

The barbarians did not doubt that Volusk could be the Immortal King, not because of Kanai, but because Volusk already had such qualifications.

Although Vorusk is a little cowardly most of the time, except for Kanai on the Holy Mountain, there is no other barbarian who can compare with Vorusk.

This guy is strong enough and thoughtful.

Whoever regards the cowardly and lazy-looking Volusk as a soft egg will probably taste the heavy hammer in Volusk's hands.

Although the barbarians present had not tasted the taste of the hammer that looked like a beat, they could imagine it.

In addition to the same smell as rotten eggs on the devil's body, there will only be a sour smell from the devil's brain!

Volusk was strong enough, but he never felt that way.

"Then, the voting begins!

All warriors who can pick up the vote, disagree with Vorusk as the Immortal King! Go and put your ballots in front of the temple gates! "

An elder said weakly.

Although Kanai said, his decision should not be the final verdict. But now that Kanai is determined not to become the Immortal King, who is more suitable to be the Immortal King than Volusk?

That's why he asked those who opposed it to vote, otherwise the movement might not be small.

The elder looked at the soldiers present, and all the soldiers stood there, not intending to get their votes.

But one of them strode toward the place where the votes were piled up.

Then he picked up the "ballot paper" with three side-by-side sizes and walked to the door of the Temple of the Elders.

Then he put the "ballot" in his hand on the ground.

The barbarian vote is a stone brick strong enough that each vote expands the plaza outside the Temple of the Elders a bit.

And only those who can carry the "vote" here are eligible to vote, so power has also become part of the vote.

Seniority isn't completely meaningless to a barbarian, but "qualification" is nothing compared to "being able to do something for the Horde".

"Then, one vote against, all the rest in favor!

Volusk! Tomorrow you will be the Immortal King!

Now, let's go! What to do!

If there's less prey today than yesterday, you hunters go home and get someone else! "

The elder who presided over the meeting said so.

Then the soldiers dispersed, leaving only Volusk looking at the stone brick he had just laid on the ground with a red face.

Voting is over and now stone bricks are stone bricks.

He was a little uneasy, so he immediately followed Kanai's footsteps and left the square.

"Vorusk, you have everything you need to be an immortal king, but only one thing is that you lack a little style and so-called 'politeness'."

"You know me, those manners are too much trouble! Why can't I just lie down on the ground when I'm tired? Could it be that there are demons who can chop off my head while I'm sleeping?

Do not make jokes!

Unless the Demon King of Hell dares to leave their nest at this time! "

Vorusk was particularly excited when he brought up the subject of "politeness".

Kanai has taught him more than once to be "polite" and to live like a "civilized person".

But Vorusk was always dismissive.

For him, what those guys say about him has no value at all. Could it be that being said by other professions that he is rude will affect him to smash the devil's brain?

Anyone who has seen Volusk's fighting stance will not doubt his strength.

Demons who were directly shaken into blood dance by the huge force can prove this.

"But you'll be the Immortal King soon, and you know you'll represent us, the barbarians.

Our tribe is called barbarians, and our profession is named after our tribe. But that doesn't mean we don't have a 'civilization'.

Vorusk, it's time for you to think like an immortal king.

First of all, you should stand up instead of sitting on the ground casually. If you are tired, you can try the throne in the Temple of the Elders in advance.

I don't think Bulkasso would mind, because you're supposed to be the Immortal King. "

Kanai said to Vorusk with a gentle smile. If the fists in his hands were not already pinched, Vorusk would have been able to sit on the ground for a while longer.

The Bourkesso in Kanai's mouth was of course the original ancestor, and he had already met the original ancestor.

It is for this reason that Kanai cannot become the Immortal King.

"Why, why can't you be the Immortal King!

You know, I can't stand well-groomed armor, and I don't like the feeling of being tied down, and I can't handle being in control at any time.

You should be well aware of this! "

Vorusk muttered as he slapped the dust on his body under Kanai's menacing gaze.

His cowardice when confronting Kanai was very clear.

Not because of anything else, because Kanai is stronger than him!

And Kanai has never missed anything in the years he has become the Great Elder. Whether it is a big thing or a small thing, Kanai is always right.

"Vorusk, I think today is probably the last time I will call your name directly. After tomorrow, I will only call you the Immortal King, and you should also do what I hope you can do. matter.

The Immortal King can do whatever you want, as long as your body is on that throne, as long as you can swing your warhammer, then no one can make any more demands on you.

If you still don't want to sit on that throne after you've become the Immortal King, then go and raise warriors who can take your place.

Make him stronger than you, more wanton than you, and more able to make the devil fear than you!

Now, Vorusk, it's time for you to go back to your house.

When you step out of the house tomorrow, you are on the path of the Immortal King. Go back now, get a good night's sleep, I'll help you with your share of the hunt today, go to sleep now.

Also, remember to sleep in your bed honestly! If you're lying on the ground when I see you tomorrow, I can assure you, you'll have a swollen **** and be pressed on the throne by me!

Trust me you won't like the taste! "

After Kanai finished speaking, Vorusk gave Kanai a deep look, and then left Kanai's house.

After all, Kanai didn't answer any of his questions, and Volusk knew it was because he couldn't afford the secret right now.

So he can only keep all this in his head first, until the moment Kanai thinks he can take it.

"Tomorrow, I will be the Immortal King?

How random! Are you out of time?

Who can make you feel the crisis? Who could force you to make such a hasty decision?

I don't believe that everything today is a decision made by those elders without your knowledge! All this must be yours! but why?

Are you not strong enough? "

Vorusk muttered softly on the way home. Both he and Kanai knew that these words were not talking to themselves.

Vorusk believed that Kanai could hear all of what he said.

Vorusk, who returned to his room, looked at his bed, and there was nothing on it, but it didn't matter to him.

There is no difference between a bare stone bed and sleeping on a stone slab outside the Temple of the Elders.

Vorusk didn't care, but he hesitated for a while, then took a deep breath, and blew the dust off the stone bed on which no one had been lying for some unknown time.

In the shadow of Kanai's room, the elder who was in charge of everything came out.

Barbarians aren't good at magic, but that doesn't apply to these elders.

These elders were good warriors when they were young and became spellcasters when they were old, filling the "well-known" shortcomings of the barbarians.

Don't understand magic at all? How is that possible?

The relationship between barbarians and mages is not good at all, and if barbarians don't understand magic, they can't protect their tribe from those elusive mages.

Nephalem's interior was never monolithic.

"Kanai, what are you going to do? With your power, I don't think it would be easy for those archangels and **** demons to kill you.

I believe that you are not at risk of dying even in the face of a single demon. Why do you need an immortal king so urgently?

And really, you're more powerful than Volusk, and better suited for that throne. "

The elder didn't look very good when he spoke.

What happened today would not have been carried out in such a hurry if it wasn't for Kanai's request, like a farce.

It wasn't supposed to be like this, but it was Kanai's request.

"No one is immortal, and what I'm going to do next may, no! It is certain, it will definitely be stopped! You know, the higher heaven and the burning **** are brothers.

Even if the relationship between their brothers is not very good, it is different if someone wants to challenge their authority. "

Kanai didn't look at the elder who came to him, just lowered his head and continued to write and draw on his parchment.

"Kanai, how many chances do you have for that unspeakable plan to succeed? If there is not even a 30% success rate, I can't let the barbarians risk everything to help you!"

The elder said with a stern voice.

It's just that Kanai understood what he meant.

As long as the success rate is higher than 30%, the elders will not hesitate to use the power of the barbarians to assist Kanai!

Kanai understands that even the High Heavens and the Burning Hell need to be a little bit more serious when the barbarians have staked everything.

But that won't end well.

"We need an immortal king, an immortal king who can be valued by Burning Hell and High Heaven, but will not be particularly valued.

So I can't, only Volusk can do it!

Not only angels and demons know Vorusk's cowardice, but what they don't know is that Vorusk's cowardice never stops him.

Volusk is the best leader for the barbarians when they want to gather strength!

He will do everything, so trust him. "

When Kanai said these words, he raised his head, and the elder saw the seriousness in Kanai's eyes.

He understood that the success rate of Kanai's plan was not even 30%, and it was even a complete gamble!

"And what about you? What are you going to do?"

The elder turned around and said, his voice was very small, like the movement of mosquitoes.

The elder left the room without waiting for Kanai to give an answer.

He knew very well what kind of answer Kanai would give, so he didn't need to wait.

"I'm going to take out one of the most troublesome enemies for Nephalem."

Kanai had a reverent smile on his face, and that was his answer.

Iseriel!

Kanai believes that the archangel who will appear in front of him will only be this one!

After the fate of Inaris was completely defeated by Uldyssian, only the archangel could occupy the position that once belonged to Inaris!

The force of fate is favoring the barbarians!

Kanai saw it!

Inarius loves his children, so Kanai sees it!

No matter how he deduced the ending that belonged to him, he couldn't find a better way than now.

But Kanai was reluctantly satisfied with the result.

It would be even better if it could solve a **** demon king together.

"I'm so greedy."

Kanai said with a fierce look on his face, gnashing his teeth.

"But I like this kind of greed! I'm going to bite a piece of meat off of you, and let this power become the deadliest dagger when it overturns you!"

Kanai said this as if he was talking to someone who was invisible.

The light from the poorly lit window was getting less and less, and a brown stone in the parchment on Kanai's table began to glow!

World Stone!

It took Kanai a long time to cut such a piece from the World Stone that the barbarians were supposed to protect!

This stone is carved with various beautiful patterns by Kanai little by little~www.mtlnovel.com~ Kanai's energy coils along the pattern, giving it a kind of power.

Now just wait for the appearance of Ytherael, who is doomed to lose everything in his hands!

Nephalem will have a great artifact that can't be added by then!

And this is the beginning of the Nephalem destroying the High Heavens and the Burning Hell!

"What should I call you? Maybe 'Kanai's Box' is a good name. Who am I going to hand you over to control then? How about handing it over to the elders?

By the way, I remember he wasn't a barbarian? What was the original name called Jordan?

Forget it, it doesn't matter anyway, no one knows anyway, so it doesn't matter. "

Kanai looked at the magic box in front of him, a little dazed.

Chapter end