"Hey guys, it's a holiday, what should we do to celebrate it!?"

With a smiling face, Vader stood high and spoke to the other ancestors.

Arms waving wildly, looking a little funny.

"Hell, how do I know what to do with a festival, it's the only festival for barbarians other than a celebration."

Maddock stuck his grief on the ground and silently rubbed a snowball and threw it in Vader's face.

It's been a long time, and the snow on the sacred mountain of Harorgas has been covered with a thick layer.

"Snowball fights? That's too boring. If I wrapped a stone in a snowball, I might be a little interested. ”

Orungus looked at Vader, who had been hit by the snowball with the big head, and said very boredly.

"How about opening a secret realm and going in to play?"

Colick sat on the edge of the fire, a large piece of roast meat in his hand, and shoved it into his mouth haphazardly.

"Whose secret realm is opened? Yours? Or mine? Come on, the only secret realm that can open up for a bunch of our old guys is the battle where Arrett explodes.

Are you going to go in and see Arret turn into a crater in the explosion of the Worldstone? ”

Talik stuck the iron rod in his hand into the ground, and a layer of oil could be seen on it.

He eats meat much faster than Madolph.

As he spoke, Tarik had already turned over a piece of meat and stuck it on top of the iron rod, and began to roast the meat again.

"So what do you say? Is it just eating and drinking here? I don't want to have a few decades and I'll have to dig up other people's booze like that bastard from Vorusk. ”

Orac sat cross-legged on the snow, the muscles in his back trembling as he spoke.

He didn't have much to collect, but Orac seldom digs holes everywhere, and he doesn't take the idly steps of Vorusk to write down all the places where barbarians bury their wine.

"Look at what Bourkeso says, otherwise we are already dead, and we will not disappear even if we don't eat or drink."

Cole rubbed the hammer head of Hidden Peak's anger and said, his eyes a little wandering.

"Cut, you're the most boring guy. Why don't we have a competition? ”

Kargar, the vanguard general, casually copied a huge banner and waved it casually.

Looks like he has some interesting idea.

"Tell me, it's boring anyway."

Vorusk dragged Lasuk's body to him, and Lasuk's face was covered with two huge bruises, marks that only the Immortal King's gloves could have left behind.

It seems that Vorusk has solved the problem of winning the lottery before.

"It just so happens that you have an heir, so let's have a secret race and see who can come out the fastest?"

Karga stood the pieces in place and spoke loudly.

The other ancestors seemed to be a little interested.

They are too familiar with each other, and there is no secret to these ancestors who is how strong.

The battles between each other lack a lot of freshness.

"Who's going to open the secret realm? What's the battle flow? ”

Vorusk tossed Rasuk aside and asked with interest.

"The secret realm of Bourkeso, right? His battles were generally gradual. Recruits can't be allowed to feel the oppression of Orlac's time, and they are not suitable to understand what the style of combat was like in ancient times. ”

Kargar replied.

"What about us? Just watching? That's too boring. ”

Vorusk said with some dissatisfaction.

What's so good about rookie battles, it doesn't seem to make any sense other than to make their respective recruits angry.

"Then what do you say?"

Vader asked casually, but his tone was not very calm, and there was a hint of exuberance in it, which made Vorusk's beard flutter.

"What's my business!"

Vorusk disappeared with a little displeasure, if it weren't for the fact that this festival was the first time in history, he wouldn't have bothered to appear in this place.

The haughty Vorusk has always been a poor man among his ancestors.

"If only Kanai were still ......"

"Shut up, Orungus!"

Olongus brought up a name, a man whose ancestors would not have spoken by their fathers.

Before Vorusk was expected to be the existence of the Immortal King, a noble, kind, and upright barbarian.

Orak directly interrupted Orungus' complaints, with some anger in his eyes.

Kanai was extraordinary in the memories of the older generations, but now they don't mention the name much.

It was a painful past.

Vorusk slowly returned to the Elder's Temple alone, sitting on his throne with a rare expression.

Orlongus's complaints reached his ears, but Vorusk didn't miss the guy named Kanai.

Vorusk was not inherently strong and invincible, and when he was weak, he had a guide standing in front of him to tell him how to go on.

It's just that the man disappeared too early, leaving only a hell of a magic box.

"What's the matter, Vorussk? Looks like you're going to cry? ”

Bourkeso walked out of the room where Kanai's box was kept, and frowned at Voruske's expression.

"Say, did I choose the wrong path?"

Vorusk slumped on the throne, looking like Leoric was slumped in his grave.

Perhaps it is a very comfortable thing to be paralyzed on this throne.

"Are you asleep?"

Bourkeso said angrily.

Vorusk has always been arrogant, even arrogant.

This kind of words that reveal weakness everywhere can only appear in his dreams.

Vorusk patted his face and let out a deep breath.

Then I cheered up.

"What kind of am I am, you just treat me as gibberish."

Vorusk changed his sitting position, and he was the majestic Immortal King again.

"Did you set up a festival for the Holy Mountain to release the power that had been accumulated for so many years, just so that we dead people could have another bite of hot food?"

Vorusk forced Burkeso to ask.

"It's just a memorable day, why are you finding fault with me? Or do I know something about your unsightly past? ”

Bourkeso asked with a hint of confusion, and then his mind was completely unaware of why.

"The Immortal King Land has not been able to show people in the past! Bourkeso, when are you going to let Rorschach go and see your secrets? I know how many times that so-called first time is just a pretext for you, and if you want to tell him, you can open that secret realm at any time. ”

"So what? Exposing him to the heaviness of the past when he wasn't ready? Young people need a little time to achieve their goals, rather than carrying the burden of us old guys early. ”

Brecke's shoulder appeared on Bourkeso's shoulder, and he waved his hand nonchalantly to dispel the shadow of the shoulder card.

"Self-righteous brat."

Vorusk said with a glare.

The body relaxed a little, and became a little loose again.

"It's true that you're older than me, old fellow, but I'm already better than you."

Bourkeso turned around, intending to look outside.

He sensed the aura of the Ancient One, and it seemed that the Ancient One had changed somewhat, so Bourkeso planned to go and see if his friend was in any trouble.

Vorusk lived for nearly two thousand years, and the time spent after his death has long been forgotten.

"Really? Can you still say that when you are carrying all the barbarians?

I'm the Immortal King, and you still have to prepare for the succession. ”

Vorusk muttered quietly, almost seeing his lips moving.

If the original Bourkeso gave the current Bourkeso a responsibility, then becoming an immortal king will truly understand what the responsibility of the barbarian is.

All this is placed in the honorable title of "Immortal King".

……

Burkesso slowed down as he walked out of the Elder's Temple.

Vorusk behaved as a sophomore arrogant, rude and tough.

But under what circumstances can a weak person become like this?

Among the barbarians, except for the first ancestor, who was born strong, the other barbarians all stepped to the top step by step from weakness.

Vorusk will not be an exception.

It doesn't make sense.

Pride should not be in a warrior who is known as the strongest.

"What? After seeing the real side of Vorusk, you are confused? ”

Recque's hoarse voice came as she stood next to Bourkeso.

Today, even Reko and Vorusk have condensed entities, which is the indiscriminate support of the Holy Mountain for the barbarians.

"The real side?"

Bourkeso felt less surprised than he was today.

"The real side! You wouldn't think the Immortal King would have to deal with fewer things than Leorik's scrap bones, would you? ”

Lecco said with some mockery.

Not far behind her, she could see the stabbing on the armor of the evil spirit-proofing emerge from a stone.

Lecco frowned, but finally didn't say anything.

Kanuk doesn't go around talking nonsense, and that guy is stubborn and touches people with a little bit.

It's just that Leko will not accept a love because she is moved, because touching and pity are the furthest emotions from love.

"So you're going to talk to me about this? I want to see my friend now, and she seems to have met with something good. ”

Bourkeso had no intention of delving further into the matter.

What Vorusk was burdened with will always know when he becomes the Immortal King.

Bourkeso would have preferred to hear about the past from Vorusk than to have it relayed.

That would be degrading to the Immortal King.

"I think you know it's going to help, at least you won't be stupid enough to use that box in all sorts of ridiculous ways. Haven't you heard enough of Jotunkuller's taunts? ”

Lecco clasped her hands in front of her, squeezing her body more majestic.

"Kanai's box? It's a great artifact, but what can I do with it? Stuff the Hell Demon King in it and reforge it to see if it can be twisted into an archangel?

Or do you want to stuff a rare demon soul into it and then ascend to a 'legendary' archdemon? And then burst a higher-grade loot from the body of the legendary archdemon? ”

Bourkeso said with some contempt.

He trusts in his own strength, and it is precisely because of this that he has succeeded in using his body to remember the feeling of the skills that have been improved by the equipment.

For Bourkeso, the equipment was just mere equipment.

Legendary power? Except for those quirky legendary gems, all the legends have no secrets in front of him.

"Perhaps? It's just that you've never thought of it that way. ”

Lecco's answer made Bourkeso a little stunned.

That doesn't sound like a good idea.

So he frowned, and the whole person became serious and said, "Are you serious?" ”

"I just think you should know these things, maybe you can do a little bit more."

Reco's eyes did not evade in the slightest, and looked directly into Bourkeso's oppressive eyes.

"Even if you're going to tell me what Vorusk isn't going to tell me for the time being? Even if you plan to circumvent the will of the Immortal King and tell me in advance the secret that only the Immortal King can keep?

Honestly, Lecque, I never felt like you should know these things. ”

Bourkeso didn't panic or anything, just looked at Leko in front of him seriously.

Something that only the Immortal King can know, so how did Recôme know?

"Need I give you a hint? Fate knows everything. ”

Lecco said with a contemptuous smile.

A believer in fate, Leikou, who chose to die according to the guidance of fate, knows many secrets.

It's just that she rarely tells anyone.

Because those who know their fate pay a price.

Lecco had already told her husband, Joritz, the barbarian who had been named a warrior, that he would die in a battle.

That was the first time that Reco had defied fate, and the future of those who knew it would be predestined.

Outside forces could not prevent that ending.

Even at that time, in order to save her lover, Leko tried to stop Jo Ruiz from going to war countless times.

But how could Joritz, who was dubbed a warrior, escape the fight?

In the end, Joritz died in battle, as fate had shown her to Rekou.

Whether fate can change is a question that Lecco has been pondering for a long time.

Until she found out that as long as she didn't know the direction of fate, then fate was changing all the time!

As long as fate is not cruel, fate will show fate to people who don't know fate to watch.

Reco watched a lot of fate, so she became a believer in fate.

It also means that she has lost the opportunity to rebel against fate.

That's the power of the rules of fate.

But telling a piece of the past doesn't touch fate.

Nor will it make Bourkeso's future anything predestined.

"Boring fate, you know that I never believe in fate, I only believe in what I can see, and fate should restrain itself and not let others find its traces!"

Bourqueso looked at Lecco with some regret.

Lekou's story is no secret among the top barbarians.

Kanuk was over there, and the guy who was always acting a little crazy would always bother about Rek's things.

He seems to be trying to hypnotize himself by persuading others, what kind of love can last for thousands of years?

There may be, but in the end it's just a "maybe".

"I'm not here to discuss fate with you this time, I just think it's necessary for you to know that secret."

Lecco said casually.

Then he turned his head to look at Vorusk, who was already standing behind her at some point.

Vorusk's face was not very good, and his hands were empty, not carrying the newly forged stone hammer of Bourkeso.

But Vorusk, with the heavy belt of the Immortal King on his waist, is still the most powerful ancestral spirit on the Holy Mountain.

"So what? I'll know that when I'm ready, and now it's time for me to meet up with my friends.

As a host, you can't let your guests wait for a long time in the cold wind. ”

Bourkeso had no further meaning.

Even if Vorusk had no intention of stopping it, Burkeso still had some preparations.

He is about to become the Immortal King, and all the secrets of the barbarians will be revealed to him.

Burkeso's figure walked away, and Lecco's face returned to calm and looked at Vorusk who was standing not far away.

"Now, you're satisfied?"

Lecco said contemptuously.

"It's fine."

Vorusk squeezed the phrase out of his mouth dryly.

"A cowardly warrior who was originally kind and arguably became arrogant in order to take responsibility, and in order to make his people full of trust, he used rudeness to show his strength.

Vorusk, does your heart tremble when you hit the enemy in the face with your fist? ”

Lecco said with a smile.

It's very bright.

Leko didn't mean to mock Vorusk.

On the contrary, she respects Vorusk's choice.

The Immortal King cannot change the will of the barbarians, but every Immortal King is an existence that the barbarians agree with.

"No, because I have to be brutal."

"Cruel, what a gentle word."

Lecco turned around, her body seeming to tremble.

I don't know if I'm holding back a laugh or crying silently.

"Is there any Nephilim who does not bear the heaviest responsibility? Unfortunately, the druid had to go into hiding in order to keep the secret.

Otherwise, Orak would not have been short of food back then. ”

Vorusk chattered about the past.

The Nephilim are grouped together in various professions, guarding the secrets that each belongs to Nephilim.

Everyone is carrying heavy things, and he is not the only one doing this.

"Bourkesso has been prepared for a long time, but Rorschach, how are you going to make him sober up? Did you just watch him become depressed in the words of Imprius? ”

Lecque's voice was as hoarse as ever, and she couldn't tell what she was doing.

"The ancestors have had a brief exchange before, and they plan to open a secret realm with enough qualifications for the recruits to experience.

It's a festive event.

In a moment, I will ask Bourkeso to open the secret realm of the Arret protection battle, and let the recruits feel the tragedy of that time.

Of course, the ancestors will be there and take them away when they are about to die. ”

Vorusk gnawed on his gloves and said with some hesitation.

Harogas and Harogas Holy Mountain are different meanings.

This sacred mountain is a sacred mountain that was reborn after the explosion of Arret's sacred mountain, and the name Harogas was originally a city on the sacred mountain of Arret.

Even the barbarians did not live in the bitter cold of the north, but were banished to the north in the face of the magic of Kakistan, and finally took root in the Arrett Mountains.

The Arret Sacred Mountain was also called long after that.

The most precious thing in the original Harogas was not food and medicine.

It is only an important substance that sustains people's lives, but it cannot be said to be precious.

And also weapons and all sorts of combat readiness.

It is only an important tool to protect people's lives in dangerous situations, but it is still not precious.

Not even life!

Only the cowardly will run away from death regardless of the conditions, and life will have value when it has a meaning to exist.

What the brave people of Harogas crave most is not the continuation of life, but the determination and courage that gives them the determination and courage to survive - hope.

Hope is the most precious thing in the original city of Harlogas.

This fortress city thirsting for hope is the hope of the whole world.

The barbarians were the last line of defense against the demon hordes! Guarding the World Stone all the time!

Until the Archangel of Justice chose to destroy that thing, the barbarians at that time still had the power and the possibility of defeating Baal and Mephisto!

But the Archangel of Justice did not give the barbarians a chance to fight!

There is now a large complex of ruined buildings on the holy hill of Harogas, which is the remains of the Cescheron Fortress!

It was here that Bourkesso was, the last survivor of the catastrophe that took place here.

By the time Burkeso arrived at the Sacred Mountain of Arret, the battle had come to an end!

In the end, Bourkeso could only roar and kill all the demons in the Arret Pit, but that was irreparable.

The former capital of the barbarians is here!

Vorusk intends to make the barbarian recruits really understand what the barbarians really need in that battle to defend Harlogas!

And this may make Rorschach understand that justice only makes sense when it is carried out.

Justice, which hangs on the lips, is just the cruelest mockery!

"A big teaching class? I think they'll love it. ”

Leko took two quick steps and disappeared from Vorusk's sight.

That's enough for this topic.

Immersing yourself in the past will only sink deeper and deeper, but the world will continue to move forward.

Time will always catch up with humanity and then leave it far behind.

"I think they might be suspicious.

But so what? Don't you have to fight if you doubt? Whoever has to fight, even if it's Vader's 'merchant', will choose to fight. ”

Vorusk muttered to himself.

……

Bourkeso appeared beside the Ancient One, and the robes on the Ancient One were fluttering in the cold wind.

Looks like she's a lot more relaxed.

"Looks like you're a lot more relaxed."

Bourkeso walked up to him and said heartily.

The serious conversation between Leko and Vorusk didn't bother him.

Or rather, Bourkeso is used to everything happening.

Don't sleep because you're afraid of nightmares?

Worrying about tomorrow will only affect the present, and facing the difficulties and not worrying about it senselessly is Bourkeso's choice.

"Yes, I feel the freedom of my soul."

The Ancient One said with a calm smile.

"By the way, whose voice was that sacred chant before? I would love to meet this person. ”

Gu Yi naturally walked in front of Bourkeso, and the mana on her body finally became her own.

Mana should be born in the soul and flow in the body.

The mana of the mages is the connection between the soul and the body, and it should not have a negative impact on their bodies.

"Now you have the appearance of a mage, but it's a pity that you don't want to accept the blood of Nephiten.

As for the chant before, it was Johannah's voice, she should be coming over soon. ”

Bourkeso looked at the Ancient One in front of him with some regret.

The knowledge of the Ancient One was enough to sustain more power, but her soul and body could not carry it.

Compared with Nephilim, the innate gap between the humans in this world and Nephiten is still not negligible.

Bourkeso's voice fell, and Johanna appeared in front of him on the Celestial Warhorse.

The head of the war horse stopped in front of the ancient one, less than a palm's hand.

Then the horses dissipated directly.

"Hello, mage. I'm Johannah, a Holy Army. ”

Johanna greeted with some doubt.

She had come with the breath of Bourkeso.

Bourkeso had just exuded some of his own aura as a guide.

Johanna came on her horse.

"Hello, I'm the Ancient One."

The Ancient One bowed slightly and lowered his head.

This peaceful gesture made Johanna feel like she had met Karashim.

"Honestly, you're not the same as the mages I've seen, maybe that's why Bourkeso has a mage friend?"

Qiao Hanna directly stretched out her hand and grabbed the ancient one's shoulder.

She immediately felt the weakness of the ancient one's body.

"Even the strength of the body is the same, the mage I know is much stronger than you."

Johannah added.

She remembered that Li Min was interested again, saying that she wanted to learn melee combat techniques with Karasim.

Li Min chose the Sinking Demon as the target of contact, and then tried to use the function of the warrior monk Wind Thunder Chong.

Turning his staff in front of him as a wand, Li Min, who was finally bored, swung his staff and blew the head of the scarred Fallen Demon with a single blow.

It turns out that some of the skills of the warrior monk are not so easy to learn.

Without the support of internal forces, the empty shape is just a flower shelf.

"I hope that the power of the law has not been experienced in a long time. It also makes me miss Karasim's mantra. ”

Bourkeso said casually and walked straight towards the square.

You can't miss the excitement over there, it's a rare joyous scene on the Holy Mountain.

If you miss it, you'll have to wait until next year's celebration.

Bourkeso didn't plan to make the festival last three days, one day was enough.

Three days is still too long.

Anyway, the ancestors lived a relatively idle life even if there were no festivals.

"If I can survive the aftermath of Masaire's attack, then Karakin should be fine."

Johanna said naturally.

If Johanna used her strong body and defense to resist Masayer's attack.

Then Karahim, who has an unharmed state, will be able to survive Masaire's attacks more easily.

Whether it's the Seven Phases Fist or Meditation, it can keep Karashimum from dying.

It's just that where he is now, Johannah has no clue at all.

"I'm most worried not about Karasim, it's about Li Min and Vera."

Bourkeso shook his head and said.

Karashim's ability to survive is worth affirming.

But according to Li Min's character, she may choose to fight Masayir head-on.

Can the mage's fragile body support itself in the face of death?

That's why Bourkeso was worried.

As for Vera, the witchers won't give up on their enemies.

Everywhere she went, the demons turned into a sieve, and even if Vera wasn't seriously hurt, she would look for an opportunity to give Masayir a hard blow.

The three primitive suits of the Shadow Suit, the Dreadland Wheel Armor, and the Evil Spirit are all on Vera's body, whether it is a large-scale attack, mobile warfare, or even assassination, Vera is a first-class good player.

It's just that Masayar is indeed not a single existence that can be defeated.

That's why Bourkeso is worried about them.

As for Nazpo, that witch has a lot of ways to save his life, and Masayr shouldn't be able to catch him.

The necromancer enjoys the protection of Rasma, so naturally there will be no problems.

"Li Min is a true genius, but she's not as reckless as you think, Bourkeso."

Johanna said with a smile.

Li Min is like a big child, but how can a powerful mage lose his mind?

If Li Min really chose to stand in front of Masayir, then she must have her own plans.

The Witcher, which is the type that specializes in stealth and raiding.

Vera doesn't make rash decisions.

"As for Vera, she's probably going to give Masayir a cold bite and harass the angel while keeping her safe."

Johanna said lightly.

Compared with Bourkeso, Johannah and Li Min have a better relationship.

"Now, enjoy the holidays. I'm going to be busy in a while. ”

Bourkeso interrupted the conversation and quickened the pace.

Vorusk's plan was almost written on his face, and he probably understood what the ancestors were trying to do.

This is a big project, and that battle turned into a secret realm cannot be taken lightly.

The overwhelming demons are really disgusting to watch.

……

"So, how do we kill that Kim He?"

Rumlow asked Matthew in front of him.

Holding a wine bottle in his hand and shaking it.

Spider-Man is eating barbecue, and it seems that his life has been a bit difficult lately.

As for the injury, Spider-Man has already arrived on the Holy Mountain, and it would be too stingy to give him a pill bottle if he was reluctant to use it.

"What do I do, you ask? I'm also struggling with this issue. ”

Matthew said somewhat perfunctorily.

Kim wasn't far stronger than him and Rumlow, and maybe Rorschach could help, but it wasn't enough.

Matthew chased Rorschach's back, but the gold didn't give him a more terrifying feeling.

"Are you struggling with your lack of strength? Matthew? ”

A hearty female voice came, it was Lace, who she hadn't seen for a long time.

It's been a long time since Ancestor Reco took over Matthew's training.

Today is a festival and no training is required.

So Reco came over to talk to Matthew.

"It's been a long time since we've talked, Recco."

Matthew said with a smile on his face.

The threat of Kim is still in sight.

"What shall I call this lady?"

Konstantin, who had been listening, asked with a grin, and then held out his hand.

He felt that the ancestor in front of him seemed to be foolish, and he wanted something from the barbarians to use as his own strength.

After all, an ordinary person who wants to fight against the mysterious side of the guy always needs some help.

Whether it's the Shroud or the Cross, he needs it.

"I don't like the smell of you, it makes me feel like I've seen scum."

Reco spoke unreservedly about her opinion of Konstantin.

It seems to be a little disgusting.

"Don't say that, you must know that I am left after screening from a large group of people, and we usually call such people elites."

Konstantin did not have the slightest look of anger on his face, he had long been accustomed to this kind of thing.

Don't get angry because of a title.

"Only those who are screened out are called elites, and what remains after screening is scum. Brat! ”

Leco patted Konstantin on the shoulder, with a little "love" in his eyes.

Then she sat directly across from Matthew.

"Continuing with the topic, are you struggling with your lack of strength?"

Rei said with a smile on her face.

It was not difficult for Nephilim to be stronger than before in a short period of time.

This group of recruits, in particular, only needs a few legends to make a drastic difference.

Familiar with the Legendary Equipment Illustrated Library, Reco intends to teach the young man a lesson.

"Yes, we have encountered a very powerful enemy, and perhaps even Rorschach will not be able to defeat that monster."

Matthew said with a wry smile.

"I trust Matthew's judgment, it's just that I didn't meet the guy, so I can't talk about it.

But I still have a good way to get stronger. ”

Ryco said mysteriously.

She got a message from Kanuk, and Matthew would love it.

"Ahem! After a while, Bourkesso will open a vast secret realm, which is full of opportunities to become stronger.

It's just up to you to see if you can seize the opportunity to become stronger. ”

Ricco sold a pass.

She was nothing like her ancestor Rayko.

A barbarian who died in the fifth battle could not touch much heavy stuff yet.

She still harbors unrealistic fantasies about fighting demons.

Like an innocent maiden, even though she has been dead for hundreds of years.

"The vast secret realm? This seems unusual. But how do you know? ”

Matthew asked a little, which would help get Reco to say more.

Reco himself likes this way of communicating, like a child who is eager to show off.

"Well, I'm a barbarian of the Bull Tribe, I heard it from Chief Kanuk."

Reco said with a somewhat silly smile.

Kanuk is the chief of the Bull Tribe, but he is not the only chief of the Bull Tribe.

The other is Reco'......

When confronted by Ryco, Kanuk would try to satisfy the child's curiosity as much as he did if he were a kind great-great-great-great-grandfather.

"Specifically?"

Rumlow calmed down, he didn't bother to coax the little girl Reco.

After getting acquainted with it, Rumlow discovered that not every one of these ancestral spirits was as reliable as those powerful warriors.

Of course, the minds of the ancestral spirits stopped the moment they died.

Although you will feel the pain caused by the passage of time, it is a feeling that only our ancestors who have lived for hundreds of years can feel.

For exceptions like Recco's, it doesn't matter much.

"The Battle of Harlogas!"

Ryco said mysteriously.

Rumlow and Matthew didn't interrupt even though they were a little curious.

As for the history of the barbarians, they can only learn from the words of the conversations of their ancestors. No recruit has ever looked into the past.

The name Halogas is mostly associated with the holy mountain at their feet.

"The holy mountain and river of Harogas, the city of Harogas is different! I'm telling you, what I wanted to do was not to be an adventurer, but to be the guard of the city of Harlogas.

It's just that the vetting of the old general Qualkek is too strict, and I don't meet that standard.

In the secret realm of the Battle of Harogas, you can see the projections of those famous ancestors, and if you can get their approval, you can get their legends.

And best of all, you'll be able to use it right away! Perfectly adapted to your level of strength! ”

Recco's voice wasn't too quiet.

Luke and Jessica, who were on the side, were also interested.

The two of them don't have the threat of gold and gold, but there is still this purple man who needs their own hands to cut off.

Getting stronger is just as imminent.

Although there is the guidance of the ancestors, the sense of urgency lingers.

So Luke and Jessica just came over.

Their actions attracted the attention of the others, and with the exception of Rorschach, who was autistic, and Thor, who was chatting with his sister, the people on the Holy Mountain gathered.

I'm going to hear what they're going to say directly.

"I've heard that if you make it to the end in the battle of Harogas, you'll be able to see Bourkeso kill all the demons that are visible to the naked eye! There weren't many opportunities to see Bourkeso fighting with all his might.

With the exception of Rorschach, few others have such opportunities.

If any of you can make it to the end, Bourkeso won't skimp on the prize. He is the best blacksmith in the world, and all kinds of legends can be imitated, and he will definitely be able to provide enough help on the way to becoming stronger. ”

Reco said with a grin, with yearning in her expression.

The equipment from Bourqueso's hands is a fine piece.

It's not something like a hand-made toy, each one of which provides a huge kick.

"For example, the bracers of the ancestors in Rumlo's hand, as well as the bracers of destruction, sorrow, compassion, etc., etc., Bourkeso can take it out.

You have to seize this opportunity and behave well! ”

Reco summed it up like this, and Matthew on the side frowned.

A vast secret realm, a tragic war!

It couldn't have been as easy as Reco had said, and Rumlow knew it well.

"Guys! Listen carefully! Next up is the festive event! ”

Bourkeso stood in the crowd and shouted loudly! It was as loud as a bell.