"When I inherited the name of my ancestors, Bourkeso, I rejected the title of Immortal King, and the barbarians have long since lost their homes under the onslaught of hell, so how can I be called the Immortal King?

The sacred mountain of Hallogas was shattered in front of the legions of hell, and the fortress of Sescheron became the abode of demons.

Even if I cut off Diablo's disgusting head with my own hands, my lost compatriots have followed their ancestors.

Of the barbarians who had been devastated by the war, I was the only one left, and the armor on my body was not worthy of the sword.

Masayir, you are right, no one can overcome death! But the barbarians never flinch!

I! Bourkeso! Keep your oath! I will always pour out my endless wrath on you! ”

Bourkeso's voice went from a whisper at the beginning to a loud roar at the end, and then let out a huge battle cry and rushed towards Masayar, the angel who represented death.

The stray blonde hair lost all its luster in the face of death, and gradually became dry and pale.

"Barbarians are never afraid!" With a loud roar, Bourkeso's feet stomped heavily on the ground, and his body soared into the air like a cannonball!

Then it fell towards Masayr, the symbol of death who defeated Tyrell and absorbed the power of the demon kings in the soul stone!

The two heavy swords in his hand were aimed at Masayer's head under the hood with a clear expression!

Jump Slash!

This is a combat skill that Bourkeso inherited from his ancestors, and it was this blow that finally harvested the head of Diablo, who became the Great Demon God.

But this time was different, and he knew very well that he would only get death in the face of Masayir. Because he did not have the power to fight death.

After all, this is not according to the plot trajectory in the Chaos Fortress, where Nephilim gathers all his strength to fight Masayir.

He's - Bourkeso! Not a native barbarian, he was originally just an ordinary Dark Three player.

When the new season of Diablo III was in the liver at home, he wanted to defeat those electricity warriors with the strength of the liver to reach the top of the ladder, and finally the liver qi degenerated from the liver man to the third stage of the liver power, and passed out in front of the computer.

When he woke up, he was a glorious barbarian warrior, but his name was the ID he had at the time - a shirtless tie.

Luckily, there is no such thing as a tie in the Diablo world, but it doesn't avoid his embarrassment.

Because the name "bare-shouldered" is just as ugly.

He wanted to change his name, but he was not recognized. The reason is that every barbarian is born as a blessing from the ancestors, and the name is a divine gift.

In order to get rid of this ridiculous name, he had to go to the battlefield with a hand axe and a broken wooden shield that came with the newborn barbarian.

Valor and demonic blood brought the glory of victory, and he was the only victor in the battle where the holy mountain of Harogas was overrun by demons.

In the slaughtered battle of the Sescheron Fortress, all you see is the flesh and blood of demons and barbarian warriors. In the end, he was the only one left who could stand there.

He was honored and victorious, and finally got rid of the name bare-chested tie, although at this time he didn't care about such things anymore.

His bravery and strength were recognized by his ancestors, and he inherited the name of the most powerful barbarian of his ancestors, Burkeso.

Just as he was about to rebuild the new home that all the barbarians had been waiting for for a long time on the sacred mountain of Harogas, Masayir, who had taken the Dark Soul Stone, appeared before his eyes.

At this time, neither Karashim, a powerful warrior monk from the Sky Temple, nor Sonya, a young barbarian warrior, was by his side, but accompanied by the mage Li Min, who had always been a little difficult to deal with, he was clearing the remnants of demons near Neotristm.

Barbarians hate magic because they have been hurt by magic more than once, and now they have great magic resistance.

Even so, Bourkesor still didn't like magic, even though the Barbarian elders seemed to be able to wield the power of magic.

Nazpo, the witch doctor with bent legs and taller than the average person, must be tinkering with his voodoo in the invisible place, and Vera, the beautiful but always hooded witcher, should be sharpening her throwing knives in the Avengers camp.

As for the Holy Cult Johannah, I heard that she was helping the angels in the High Heaven to repair the buildings destroyed by the war.

As for the gloomy fellows of the necromancers, Bourkeso knew almost nothing about them.

The sudden arrival of Masayr turned the region into a pasture of death, and the barbarians who responded to Bourkeso's call quickly turned into gravel in the face of death, dissipated in the wind, and sprinkled on the eternal snow of the sacred mountain of Harogas.

"Masayer! You can't get anything from the barbarians except swords! ”

Bourkeso's eyes were red and he roared, and he slashed his twin swords at the archangel who once represented wisdom!

"I've gotten it, I've got death!" Masayer's voice was hoarse and deep, and he held the Soul Snatcher Scythe in his hand high above his head and met Bourkeso's twin blades!

A dark and cold cold light shone on the evil scythe, and the red light of the two knives that poured out the rage rose with arrogance!

The moment the roar sounded, the force of Bourkeso's twin blades staggered Masayar like the fall of the Holy Mountain of Hagaros.

But as Masayer said, no one can stop death.

The twin knives slammed into the ground, leaving a deep pit that was sunken in the ground, and the walls around the pit locked the two in a gladiatorial arena.

Bourkeso didn't have time to adjust his posture, and the gray and black mist quietly shrouded him who had just landed, and Bourkeso, who had never experienced the feeling of weakness since he stepped on the battlefield, was so weak that he couldn't even hold the double knives in his hand in an instant.

"Nephilim will stop you." The anger ignited by the anger in Bourkeso's body was gradually dissipating as his body weakened, and finally calmed down!

But the wrath of the barbarians will never subside until the moment of death, and at the moment Bourquetso's round eyes still shine with a fervent fire, as if it would burn everything up at any moment.

"It's a pity that you, as Nephilim, didn't do that." Masayir remained hidden under his hood, speaking as if he were telling a predestined story.

“XIA!” Bourkeso let out a final battle cry, and he condensed all his anger and gathered it on his hands!

The most powerful power he possesses that he inherited from the name of Bulkeso is not the power of the charge and the earth inherited from the ancestor of the bull tribe named Reko, nor the ancestral power inherited from the second generation of the Immortal King Vorusk!

It's the origin of the Twin Blades of Bourkeso, the power of nature and fury from the Stormwind Tribe, which the wasteland wasteland set represents!

Descending from the tribes of storms and birds of prey, the power of the storm in nature and the untold wrath of the barbarians are unleashing a hurricane that can destroy everything!

A whirlwind spawns from Bourkeso's twin blades, blowing the fog of death in all directions.

Burkeso's twin knives slashed overhead, accompanied by his waist and footsteps, pouring out the barbarian's endless wrath towards Masaire!

"Whirlwind Slash!"

The Whirlwind Slash is an infinitely usable technique, and as long as the barbarian's anger does not dissipate, then the power will never cease.

Bourkeso's body danced with the twin knives, lightning and thunder roared in the storm, and countless scythes were generated by the whirlwind that spread around, and the crimson light on Bourkeso's body ignited again, which was the truest manifestation of anger.

The storm is a gift from the forces of nature, and the storm is spurred on by the rage, and the storm sends out bursts of thunder.

Masayr picked up the Soul Scythe once more, and a reddish gem in his body was glowing a breathtaking red.

"Children of angels and demons, you must know that everything with demonic blood, I will give them death in advance."

The hoarse voice of Masayir uttered the words, and with them came a death that was fair to all things.

The gift of death will not be too much or too little, and everything that exists will be given its fair gift. It's just that death is in the hands of Masayer, and Masayar decides to give this fair gift in advance.

"I'll let you feel death for yourself!" Bourkeso's body slammed into Masayer's arms with the storm and thunder, and slashed at the dark soul stone containing the power of the Great Demon God in no particular order.

With a "boom", the Dark Soul Stone was ignited in the barbarian's endless rage, and then detonated!

An unprecedented explosion was born on the sacred mountain of Harogas, and the entire snow-capped mountain disappeared with the explosion, and finally the mountain turned into a plain, and in its original place, only the embarrassed and embarrassed Masaire and his army of Soul Reavers were rushing - and the fragments of the Dark Soul Stone!

Bourkeso's final attack shattered the Dark Soul Stone, and the power of the demon kings in it had been completely absorbed by Masayer, and at this moment he was no longer a simple angel of death, nor was he a container for the demon kings to regenerate. Instead, he became a state of coexistence between demons and angels, or Masayir became a Nephitian!