Dark Savages Come To the United States Chapter 885

On the holy mountain of Harrogath, the ancestors of the large group are still joking.

After all, it is indeed rare enough for Bourkessel to beat people hard.

Especially the guy who was beaten is the first generation ancestor who is extremely powerful and even undefeated in the legend.

As for the fact that Vorusk is nesting in the holy mountain, they don't care.

Just like when Vorusk and Bulkesso were fighting.

The only difference is that it was Kanai who siphoned off Volusk's power that time.

"Are you finished yet?"

The way of the first ancestors was very difficult.

From the look of him, he really wanted to turn over and fight hard.

But Bourkessel seemed to have no intention of giving him this chance.

This time Bulkesuo did not refuse the help provided by the holy mountain, and even cooperated with the power of the holy mountain to press the first ancestor to the ground.

"I just wanted to find a chance to beat you up.

Whether it was the promise that you could challenge me, the Immortal King, at any time, or now I'm beating you up.

I just want to beat you up! "

Burkesso had no intention of stopping at all.

He even emphasized that he just wanted to beat up the ancestors of the first generation.

During the conversation, he hit seven or eight vicious punches.

In human-to-human battles, three to four punches between non-extraordinaries can usually decide the outcome.

Among the Nephalem, the effect of this attack is not particularly obvious.

Even the warriors whose fighting style is more inclined to physical attack, their control of the body is not completely dependent on the brain...

They are also able to control their souls, and then use their souls to control their bodies.

This also makes them less likely to lose control of their bodies in battle.

If you want to control them, you can only do it through some rule-based attacks.

But the same as those demons that burn hell.

Being controlled many times over a period of time will make them adapt quickly. one

"Of course I'm not like you.

Although I am an ancestor of barbarians, I have long been used to living alone.

The tribe is an add-on to my life.

Only for you, clansmen are things that have been around since the beginning of life.

I can understand your anger, but I won't hold back forever.

If you don't want to get into a real fight with me in this place, you better get up.

Then we start the fight again.

And the kid in the holy mountain who pulls a side, I remember you! "

The price of the first generation ancestor's words was that he was slapped on the face several times.

As for how much of what he said was true, only he himself knew.

"Shut up.

Even if it's a real fight, you can't be my opponent now.

Even if you take back the power of rage in the barbarian body, I can deal with you just as well.

Either be obediently beaten, or come up with some skills to continue to be beaten! "

The answer given by Bourkeseau was particularly rude.

The surrounding ancestors laughed again.

Barbarians have great respect for their first ancestors.

But they are also full of questions about the first ancestors.

If the First Ancestors were just as old as the past, the barbarians probably wouldn't have much to complain about.

On the contrary, there will be only worship as in the beginning.

But things are different now.

Barbarians have long been accustomed to the custom of the strong taking on more.

As the first-generation ancestor of the strongest, he basically did not take action in the sufferings that the barbarians experienced in the past.

This can be because the first generation of ancestors denied the custom that the barbarians have insisted on for an unknown number of years.

Faced with this kind of change and conflict in ideas, the barbarians will of course have resentment.

Fortunately, this resentment will disappear after today.

There's no value in scolding over the beard of a guy in the past who is nominally dead and can't die anymore.

Now they have the Immortal King.

A living and powerful immortal king.

The most important thing is that this immortal king seems to have a complete set of plans waiting to be executed.

"Because of the Prius, you'd better think about it at this time if you have anything to tell me.

It won't look good if I force you to ask.

You organize the language first, and then when I'm done with the task at hand, come out with what you can tell me.

Correspondingly, I will give you the position of Rorschach.

You can ask him if he would like to be the new Archangel of Justice. "

Burkesso's punches finally stopped.

I saw him wipe the blood on his fist on the beard on his chest, and then glanced at the first-generation ancestor whose face was swollen.

Then started punching again.

It looked like he was planning to knock out a few teeth from the first ancestor's mouth.

Prius nodded cheerfully.

If by chance there was some friendship between the present archangels and the Nephalem.

Then when the Nephalem was just born, they could be completely opposite.

Especially in the days when the Nephalems followed Lilith's wishes and slaughtered all the angels and demons in Sanctuary.

Nephalem back then showed no more mercy than demons...

This impression can almost be ingrained.

It's just that these impressions have no longer spread to all the nephalems, but have been accurately placed on the original nephalems...

It is the so-called injustice, the debt has the owner.

And the first ancestor happened to be the one that the archangels disliked the most.

Prius was very happy to see him make a fool of himself.

After all, there is basically no difference between the prosperous first-generation ancestors and the archangels in terms of combat power.

The original Nephalem was basically like this.

If it weren't for a lot of conspiracy calculations, there were only so few single seedlings left in the first generation of Nephalem.

Then Zudunkulna's dream of making Nephalem stand at the highest point may have already been achieved...

"Of course, of course.

I'll pick some topics that can be between friends.

It's just that I've been very busy these days.

There are just a lot of things at work that I want to tell you about.

After I worked three jobs a day, I realized there was something wrong with High Heaven.

For example, there is no salary at all, I think it is necessary to adjust it a little.

It just so happens that there are a lot of specialties in the high-end paradise, and it just happens that you can pay with gold coins.

Gold coins come from demons.

Doing so also seems to promote the enthusiasm of mankind for killing demons. "

Because Prius is very casual.

Then he saw the fiery eyes of the barbarian ancestors around him.

"Then what, what do you guys think about my idea?"

The Prius was a little surprised.

He was quite used to being watched with eager eyes on such things.

After all, he is the Archangel of Courage.

When the high-level heaven is normal, he often gets this kind of look.

"Is there wine among the specialty products of that high heaven?"

Cassius asked with red eyes.

Prius was stunned for a moment.

"There is still this one, although it may not be the same as the one you like.

But for you guys, you can't get drunk no matter what kind of alcohol it is, right?

The only difference is that the wine in the high-end paradise is not spicy? "

Because Prius gave the answer with some doubts.

"What is the method of selling the special products of the high-end heaven?

Is it to dump the angels among those churches in the human city?

Or get some special place to go? "

Hailab asked with a crooked mouth.

He would still feel uncomfortable.

It was not a good feeling to have been locked by Cassius for a while.

Cassius used the strength to find seven or eight garbage demons and tied them together, which was enough to directly strangle to death.

"I haven't thought about it yet.

But if you don't mind, I can decide to open a small shop at the gate of the holy mountain?

Can you just go there to spend? "

Because Prius is a little helpless.

He almost forgot that one of the savages on the holy mountain counted as one, and they were all rich...

The piles of demons they killed are definitely enough to build a mountain of flesh and blood...

Correspondingly, the gold coins in their hands are also the same amount...

"Then the souvenirs of the high-end paradise shouldn't be very expensive, right?

We guys aren't the place to go grab demons with young people.

I also don't want to have the cheek to rub the drinks of the juniors in a few years. "

Orongus asked, sitting cross-legged.

Although this guy is weaker in melee combat, he is the most embarrassing type among ancestor spirits.

The older General Qualkek, who was even more embarrassing than him, had already left.

"As for weapons and equipment, it should be quite expensive, right?

But things like alcohol should be pretty cheap.

After all, the things produced in the high-level heaven are somewhat restraining to the devil.

It's definitely more reliable to use this thing as holy water than the guys at the local church. "

Because Prius had other worries in his heart.

He was worried that if the high-level heaven really started to supply, things like wine would not be in the hands of ordinary people.

But this is not a big problem, the big deal is to bottle and sell the spring water of high-end paradise to ordinary people.

As long as the high-level heaven returns to normal, there will be as many things as spring water.

Not really because Prius can also sell its own foot wash...

The foot wash that is contaminated with the breath of the Archangel of Courage can also pose a threat to low-level demons.

As long as no idiots drink it...

"Shut up!

You guys haven't been able to make wine in all these years.

Dead people just don't get stronger in strength, but they don't have skills.

If you have the heart, don't make wine.

Even textile embroidery should be known! "

Gluchak pouted and pointed.

"Then what did you Gluchak know?"

Cassius grabbed his beard with one hand, and he was ready to spray directly.

"Nothing will happen!"

Gruchak said confidently.

The surrounding ancestors all set their sights on Cassius.

It seems that he intends to hear how he sprays people.

"You can't give me the answer again.

You don't know anything, where do you put your face on this force? "

Cassius said this after a long while.

The ancestors around are a little lost to the naked eye.

"Every time I come to Harrogath I always feel like I don't fit in with you.

Is this my problem or yours? "

Imperius said casually.

But this time, no one paid him any attention.

One by one, they drew their attention back to Bulkesso's beating of the first ancestors.

"Come on!

If the fist can't knock out his teeth, just put your hand into his mouth and force it! "

Cassius watched the fun and shouted without fear of the big thing.

"I bet a hundred punches!

Within a hundred punches, the ancestors of the first generation must lose their teeth!

Three bottles of wine! "

Hilabor took out three bottles of wine from somewhere, holding the mouth of the bottle with his fingers, and held it up high.

"I bet within fifty punches!

With three bottles! "

Orongus grinned in agreement.

As for whether or not...

Orongus himself felt unsure.

His melee level is not as good as the other ancestors.

Although it is considered top-notch among the general population.

But among the legendary ancestors of the barbarians, he was basically at the bottom.

But he gradually stopped caring about it.

If they really fought, Orongus would not be weaker than the other ancestors.

In the face of large-sized demons, he was better than Cassius.

"Contrary to the Olongus pressure, you can make a steady profit without losing money!

Fifty fists or more! Within a hundred punches!

Three bottles of wine! "

Hailab said casually.

He has confidence in Orongus.

Also have confidence in Cassius.

So he gave an answer like this.

As for the barbarian gambling, it is actually not very standard.

Their rule is that the winner takes all.

Whoever guesses right takes it all.

If two people guess correctly, then the two will share the prize equally...

Simple and rude without thinking.

There are no complicated rules to indulge in.

"Fuck you!"

The ancestors of the first generation burst into foul language again.

But this is actually quite elegant.

This means that the mother of the other party didn't teach the child well, so the child's lack of quality makes people angry.

Compared with other foul language, this sentence is already elegant.

"what?"

Burkesso snorted coldly.

Then he directly covered the mouth of the first ancestor with the palm of his left hand.

The right fist smashed **** his left hand.

This will not increase the lethality of the fist.

But it can be very effective to increase the opponent's discomfort...

It's like hitting someone with a cloth dipped in water, maybe?

"Woooooo~"

The first generation ancestor was still whimpering.

Bourkesso's fist continued to smash.

"The teeth of the first-generation ancestors will only fall out if I press more than a hundred punches."

Coutur spoke slowly, and only joined the game at this time.

"You are taking advantage of it! I won't take your bet!"

Cassius cursed.

The direct destructive power of a sullen punch like Bulkasso is not that great.

It takes a lot of effort to knock out the teeth of the first ancestor with this kind of fist.

"Could it be that Courtour's usual slow response was just to take advantage of the game?

I always feel that this guy doesn't have a slow response when fighting, eh? "

Orongus walked to Hilabor's side and whispered.

"how could I know?

Whether he reacts quickly or not does not affect his ability to kill demons.

Why should I care about this?

You should be Cassius on this question.

Cassius is a barbarian of Coutour's generation.

Didn't you happen to team up with Cassius?

you go ask him! "

Hailab said angrily.

By the way, he gave Orongus a big white eye.

Because Prius was a little helpless watching this scene.

Sometimes he really couldn't understand what Nephalem was thinking.

The nephalem that he couldn't understand the most was the barbarian other than the mages.

The two ways of thinking are basically incomprehensible to outsiders.

One is too complicated, one is too simple...

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The simple one is too simple, no one will believe it...

Because Prius is now gradually getting used to this way of getting along, there is a relaxed smile on his face.

The barbarians are even more candid than the archangels.

It's a feeling that makes the Prius feel at home.

Just be careful not to let yourself become sandy.

There are serious fellows among the savages, too, who have proved that the sand is not contagious.

At least the intensity of the contagion is manageable...

And since Prius won't be stationed in Harrogath, it shouldn't matter much to have some fun occasionally.

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