Bourkeso didn't think that people from different worlds would understand the way to get information in his world, so he reminded him.

But the coarse, vicious voice made his actions seem particularly rude.

Although Bourkeso was a barbarian, his integrity was recognized by everyone in that world.

It was only when he came to the final battle that Tyrell was his friend, except for those fighting partners scattered around the world.

The rest of his friends had long since dissipated into the smoke of the endless fighting, leaving nothing but memories.

The Ancient One mage threw her spirit into the gem that shimmered red, following the method Bourkeso had said, and at that moment she saw something she had never seen before in her long life.

Skeletron rose from his throne, wielding the hideous scepter and wielding the cold aura of the dead, revealing the spirit of a mad king.

Seeing the King of Lies, Billiel undress his humble illusion of a human shell in the palace, revealing the body of the Demon King of Hell that seemed to destroy the world, and seeing Billiel drag the palace into the realm of the Demon King of Hell, fighting with a poisonous mist and a huge body.

Saw the Wizarding Guild of Macgtan's foothold and the mindless humans and the inexhaustible Helllegion of Azmodan.

In the High Heavens, the Archangel of Courage was bruised by the power of the Great Demon God, and Diablo's earth-shaking power crushed the Crystal Dome.

Until he saw Bourkeso, under the power of the Angel of Death, swing the whirlwind slash that seemed to destroy everything.

Fragments of Bourkeso's battle experience were displayed in front of the Supreme Mage's eyes, and she finally understood what Bourkeso stood for.

Bourkeso is one of the saviors of humanity, a guardian of justice and goodness, and a master of endless rage.

Bourkeso's ruggedness, integrity, directness, and strength left a strong enough impression in the mind of the Supreme Mage.

This memory quickly crossed the mind of the ancient one, and in a short period of time, the ancient one had finished reading those memories.

"I have to say that those battles made me feel terrible, and the bloody images made people feel uncomfortable many times." Koichi muttered to himself about his feelings.

Of course, she could tell if the images were just illusions, and although she had little confidence in defeating Bourkeso in a head-on battle, she thought she was not wrong about whether the images were real or illusory.

She had learned the anger and murderous aura of Bourkeso's body in that memory not long ago, and she could confirm that it was all the real thing.

From this memory, she could even feel that Bourkeso's power was gradually growing, until it was as strong as she had been taught before.

Even though Bourkeso came from a completely alien world, she was already sure that Bourkeso would not be a threat to the world.

Gu Yi adjusted his expression, which was a little out of shape because of his surprise, and bowed slightly to Bourkeso.

"Dear Barbarian King, Mr. Bourkeso, is there anything I can do to help you?"

"You just believed me? Your straightforwardness makes me feel more good. Bourkeso was a little surprised, as if he couldn't fully trust the strange mage who appeared in front of him at first, he didn't think that his sudden appearance in this world would immediately gain the trust of others.

Even if he wasn't going to do anything more to prove himself.

"The power of your body is the most powerful persuasion, and there is no need for a strong person like you to use lies to achieve some trivial purpose." Gu Yi said his opinion very calmly.

Although this sentence is somewhat flattering, it is the most true understanding of Bourkeso in the heart of the ancient one.

Having seen the power of Bourkeso, the Ancient One could discern some of the information she needed, and the barbarians were too easy to understand.

Flames and spirits, fighting and survival, are the destinations of these warriors.

In the world of Diablo that is full of despair, being alive is already a difficult pursuit.

"So what are your plans now?"

Faced with the question of the Ancient One, Bourkeso seemed a little hesitant.

After leaving the world of Diablo, he also lost the battlefield where he needed to fight, leaving only this holy mountain of 10,000 years of snow to accompany him.

There are no compatriots or friends, only the bottle of spirits in his hand that can restore his injuries can bring a fiery burning sensation.

"Maybe I'll see the world."

As he spoke, Bourkeso bit the tip of his tongue and poured the spirit-flavored potion into his mouth.

Referring to the future, Bourkeso gradually fell into depression under the burning sensation of the spirit.

"Earth, I just don't know if this is my hometown?" Bourkeso's murmur did not surprise the Ancient One.

She misunderstood what Bourkeso meant, and thought it was the mighty barbarian who wanted a new home.

As for the earth that Bourkeso said before, she also ignored the past. In the Old One's mind, the "earth" was nothing more than a title, like "Midgard".

Once it's certain that this powerful presence isn't a threat, what's the point of caring about some subtle things?

It's just that "going home" has made Bourkeso hold on to his belief for I don't know how many years, but now Bourkeso is a little difficult to tell where his home is.

Is it the never-ending wail of the shelter, or the fainting warm nest that leaves only a shallow image in the memory?

"My world is not as dangerous as the world you live in, at least most people don't need to set foot on the battlefield like yours to get a negligible living space, are you interested in settling here?"

The Ancient One sent an invitation to Bourkeso, a powerful barbarian who would be a little safer if he had feelings for the world.

After seeing the power of Bourkeso and his allies in the fragments of Burketho's memories, the Ancient One hoped for the help of this powerful barbarian.

The passage of time is not static, and the ancient ones have long been prepared for death.

But the opportunity to make the next disaster come at a lower cost was just around the corner, and why should she miss it?

Bourkeso's eyes were fixed on the ancient one's face, and for the first time he had scrutinized the bald woman.

Even fellow warrior monks who followed Karahim from the Sky Monastery to the sanctuary did not shave her hair completely.

This image is too rare for women.

But the image of the bald head has a charm in the body of the ancient mage that is difficult to express in words. It has nothing to do with gender, but simply human beauty.

"Then mage, help me open a blacksmith shop in the middle of the crowd, that's all I have to do besides fighting."

Bourkeso stared at the Ancient One, speaking in the smallest voice he could make.

Even Bourkeso's voice was still deep and powerful, but it was no longer harsh.