The next day, Bourkeso rose from the floor and opened the door to the blacksmith's shop.

It's not that the mages don't even have a bed in the lodging he has arranged, but as a barbarian, he never deliberately looks for a place to sleep where there is no danger.

Most of the barbarians lay down and slept wherever they were tired.

Being able to go back to sleep in the blacksmith shop was already the result of Bourkeso's concerns about his identity.

You must know that after cutting off the head of the great demon god Diablo, Bulkeso fell directly on Diablo's corpse and slept for a day.

The rescued angels even thought that he had died with the Great Demon God.

It was only after becoming the new king of the barbarians that Bourkeso began to pay attention to his actions, and at least under the fragmentation of the spirits of the ancestors, he learned to go back to his room and go to sleep.

For Bourkeso, who was physically stronger than he could have imagined, sleeping on a sword was basically the same as sleeping on a mattress.

So he never cared about that.

"It's a new day, and it's rare to be able to see the clear blue sky."

Bourkeso stood in the doorway and looked at the skyrim, a remote park where few people could be seen at any given time.

Maybe it's a good thing for a barbarian.

"Your Excellency Bourkeso, I heard that you were a little angry yesterday?"

The voice of the Ancient One came at the right time, and the great woman carried a box with some food and a brand new tablet in her hand.

After all, the mages are all connected to wifi in the Himalayas, so it doesn't seem strange to have an electronic gadget for Burkeso.

"Oh, I'm not angry anymore, you don't have to test me around the bush, as long as I don't get provoked, I won't make anything difficult to clean up in this world."

Bourkeso glanced at the Ancient One, then turned his gaze back to the rising sun.

Diablo's world has its own night, but because of the invasion of hell, the whole world is shrouded in sulfur-like smoke.

He hadn't seen the sun in a long time.

"Is there anything else I need to do for you?"

The Ancient One mage put the thing in his hand on the ground and walked over to Burkeso's side.

The communication between the Supreme Mage and the Barbarian King has ended, and now there are only the Ancient One and Bourkeso.

Conversations don't need to be so formal and careful.

To ordinary people, the Ancient One Mage can be regarded as tall, but by Bu Kaiso's side, she looks extraordinarily petite.

"You don't have to do anything, you just keep busy, and I'll get used to the world gradually."

Bourkeso didn't look at the people around him, just stared at the sun.

"It's the fourth day, and the sun looks magnificent no matter what time of year it is."

Bourkeso had done his best to speak softly, but his voice was still a little harsh.

Habits that have been cultivated in combat for decades are difficult to change in a matter of days.

It was as if Bourkeso's body was in a state where he could draw his weapon and start fighting at any moment, a habit that had remained in the depths of his soul.

"Then we won't bother you again for the rest of the day."

The Ancient One followed Bourkeso's gaze to the sun in the sky.

For the Ancient One, the sun is still the same as before, unchanged.

Of course, no matter how magnificent it is, it won't make any waves in Gu Yi's heart.

"So be it." As he spoke, Bourkeso took out a large handful of gold coins from his backpack and handed them to the Ancient One.

"This is the coin of my world, and it seems to be considered a precious metal? Please help me exchange it for this world's currency. I will pay you a tithe. It was a friend's request. ”

There was definitely a lot of gold coins in Bourkeso's hand, and the exchange of dollars should be enough for him to live in this place for a few years.

Eating, sleeping, and blacksmithing, there are only these three things that Burkeso can do now, and it is really a little unrefreshing.

In this world, he has not yet found anyone who can match him, as for the ancient one, this mage?

Bourkeso could feel that compared to him, the ancient one was still a lot worse. Or rather, it didn't touch where he was at all.

Apparently, Bourkeso's somewhat dull brain, which belonged to the barbarians, was completely unaware of the miracle of the Time Stone.

But it didn't matter, Nephilim's strength never reached its limit.

"By the way, I found that the fighting style of the mages in your world is more similar to that of the barbarians."

Bourkeso said inadvertently.

After all, compared to the mages who constantly teleported and used the arcane elements in his cognition, these were just mages who used mana to conjure weapons for melee combat, which was really a bit unacceptable.

"I'll give you a weapon, you try."

Bourkeso pulled out an Eastern sword-style weapon from the furnace and placed it in the Ancient One's hand.

It was modeled after the legendary weapon Yin Jian, and instead of using the materials that Bourkeso brought from the Diablo world, it was forged from the world's native metal.

Although it does not have the same magical power as the original Yin Sword, it seems that because of Bourkeso's unique forging technology, this sword has a super ability to transmit energy.

In any case, simply using a weapon that condenses energy will not have a better effect than filling a physical weapon with the same energy.

As long as the weapon is not a material that rejects energy, then the role of the weapon will not be replaced.

This was some kindness on the part of Bourkeso, but his disgust for the mage prevented him from expressing some gratitude to the Ancient One.

Gu Yi took the oriental-style long sword that still had some residual temperature, and made a simple gesture in front of him.

Her movements are skillful, and her swordsmanship is absolutely superb.

"I really didn't expect your forging skills to be so amazing."

"Didn't I say that I am the best blacksmith!"

Bourkeso said loudly, then removed the bottle from his waist.

Just as he was about to bite the tip of his tongue, the Ancient One stopped him.

"Then as a friend, I should return the favor."

The Ancient One stretched out his hand and sliced open a portal, and behind it was a wine cellar that was unknown how many years it was.

"It's the cellar I discovered when I was younger, and I hid them well, and now they're yours."

With a quiet smile on his face, the Ancient One reached through the portal, pulled out a bottle from the wine and handed it to Bourkeso.

"I'll send them all to you later."

Gu Yi bowed slightly, saying goodbye to Bourkesuo.

She then passed through the portal and left the somewhat hot blacksmith's shop.

"This mage is much more comfortable than Li Min."

Bourkeso complained about the young mage who was always at odds with him, and turned back into the house.

"Just kidding, those mages in this world can also be considered mages?"

"The way of fighting when you rush up with a weapon is more like a barbarian."

"Why don't you take these mages to the sacred mountain of Harogas and see if there are a few guys who can be recognized by the ancestors? The barbarians can't end up with me. ”

Bourkeso cursed, he didn't know what the world had become now.

Is it like the original plot, the Nephilims have the help of those souls and are able to resist the threat of death?

Did you block that bastard in Masayer in the depths of the Chaos Fortress and beat him up?

"The Dark Soul Stone has been shattered, and those guys won't be able to defeat a Massaire who has lost the Hell Demon King's power container, right?"

Thinking that Masayl was originally an archangel of wisdom, Bourkeso was still somewhat worried.

"Forget it, I can't go back to that world, what do you want to do so much."

Bourkeso shook his head and returned to the furnace, pulling out a new piece of metal, this time the material he had added to the metal called Death's Breath.

This material is of course more precious than those white, blue and yellow, but this thing can never be used alone.

When it comes to forging materials, Death's Breath is more like a glue that is specially used to bring together various forces.

Whether it's adjusting equipment attributes from the Secret Priest or using the power of Kanai's Box, the Breath of Death is never lacking in this material.

Bourkeso's weapon, the heavy weapon that inherited his name, had entered the final stages of forging.

It's just an attempt to forge, Bourkeso's twin swords are the weapons of the first generation of Immortal Kings, and this time what he wants to forge is his own, the glory of the second generation of Bourkeso and the third Immortal King.

When it was time to be truly forged, he wanted to name it "The Death of Bourkeso" and "The Wrath of Bourkeso".

If he had the chance, he would like to fight Masayr one more time with his own weapon.

"If I could, I'd definitely put anger and death into the mouth of that Angel of Death!"