$188 Barbarians Don't Have to Think Too Much!

"Bulkaiso~"

Auriel's voice suddenly sounded in the Elder Temple.

But this voice was just a simple message.

After a brief contact, Bulkaiso had understood what happened in that world. Now what he had to do was to become stronger as soon as possible so that he could have a chance to win before Masail came to this world.

But the barbarians never fear!

"Now we are gradually recovering in this world. One day we will all recover, but before that we need your strength!

The seven devils of hell are just as unwilling to be completely devoured by Masail as we are, but they will not wait for the final battle honestly.

You need to find them and try your best to maintain this fragile balance until we can defeat Masail."

Auriel's voice from the sky only sounded in the Elder Temple.

The power she left behind was too weak to do more.

Before, after coming to this world, Auriel put her power into Angel's body along with the power of heaven in this world, and fell asleep before she even had time to say hello to Bulkaiso.

This power is nothing but a message.

Then, when Constantine was facing death, he revealed a breath. Auriel's brief awakening left this message and a memory, telling Bulkatho everything.

Bulkatho sat on the ground, holding his chin with one hand to think.

Two legendary weapons were casually placed beside him.

After the pale hair regained its golden luster, Bulkatho removed the old air of many old people.

But his breath was still heavy.

Now the four archangels are waiting to wake up in a corner of this world, and the devil of hell has also lurked in this world.

Even if they are still very weak, they can't relax their vigilance at all in this situation.

As long as the existence conforms to the rules of the devil of hell, their recovery speed will be faster than imagined.

"Next."

Vorusk hung the Immortal King's stone crusher back to his waist, took out his collection from behind the throne and threw it to Bulkatho.

A bottle of strong liquor with more than 1,900 years of precipitation, and the residue of fruit pulp can still be seen in it.

The brewing technology of that era was nothing more than putting flavorful things in a jar and waiting for fate.

If it weren't for the spring water of heaven and the blood of the devil, there would be no strong liquor to be brewed with that little fruit.

Bulkatho took the bottle of strong liquor that was almost four and a half years his age, bit the bottle mouth directly, and poured it into his mouth.

"That bastard is not dead! Then I still have a chance to put my double swords into his mouth!"

Bulkatho stood up, and the anger on his body flickered.

The only defeat in Bulkatho's life came from that angel of death.

It's just that the battle at that time did not take his life, so Bulkatho would not taste the bitter fruit of failure again!

"I will let him know what the anger of a barbarian is!"

Bulkatho smashed the empty bottle directly on the ground, and then let out a deafening roar.

The light wings and battle flags of courage appeared behind him, and the whole temple of the elders began to exude that kind of wild atmosphere.

At this time, his courage forced Volusk to take a step back.

"Vorusk, your collection is really terrible!"

Burkatho laughed at Volusk loudly, what danger! What problem! Those are all false!

The barbarians are unstoppable!

As the most outstanding winemaker, Burkatho is qualified to evaluate the collections of these ancestors.

"Burkatho, you are already the strongest!"

Vorusk walked down from the throne and looked at Burkatho deeply.

"Next time at the festival, take out your collection and buy me a drink! I want the best one!"

Vorusk stood there and laughed.

As the second generation of immortal king, Volusk is the most wanton among the barbarians!

Marry the most beautiful wives, drink the strongest wine, and then kill those blind guys with the most violent attitude!

"Ura!"

Banar's eyes turned red and fell into a frenzy!

Once the battle is about to begin, Banar is like this. The excited Banar can only see the flying blood and limbs of the demons!

"Bulkathos is fooling me!"

Olongus hugged the rampaging Banar and shouted angrily.

The task of stopping Banar from going crazy is usually done by Kotur, a man with extraordinary strength who can knock down the thorn giant.

But this time, only Orlongus can come, because he is closest to Banar.

"So I can still give Azmodan a hard blow?"

Chief Kanuk moved his shoulders and prepared to charge. The evil-repelling shoulder armor on his shoulders emitted a red light.

In this crisis, the Holy Mountain of Harrogath would not mind giving these ancestors some power to let them fight the demons.

"I'm going to chop off Baal's head this time, so that he can calm down!"

Madok drew out the Madok's Sorrow and waved it casually.

The three living ancestors themselves have the power to make Baal retreat. Even if they are dead, it will not stop them from looking down on that guy Baal!

"That group of mages can fight Malthael head-on, we can do better."

Talek's calm tone contained an eagerness to try.

"I can chop off Malthael's head!"

"Korlik, shut up! Look at Bul-Kathos's face!"

Madoc knocked Kolik unconscious with an axe, cursing.

Korlik's words directly said that Bul-Kathos, who was defeated by Malthael at that time, was a weakling who was not even as good as a dead man.

His shouting naturally earned Bul-Kathos's unfriendly look.

"I don't want to turn the tide anymore, Bul-Kathos."

Orak folded his hands in front of his chest and said to Bul-Kathos.

He wanted a complete and crushing victory!

Orak was tired of fighting to turn the tide every time.

"Leave any more recruits to me, it doesn't matter if there are more."

Quarkak still had that steady but tired tone.

But the burning anger was burning in his body.

"Call me when the battle comes."

Leiko turned around and left the Elder Temple. She had always been like this for fighting.

No need to ask anything else, just tell her "where to go, who to kill" is enough.

Barbarian ancestors like Sword Saint Kahn, Calgar, Cassius, and Cole were waving their weapons and shouting loudly.

"Bare-chested stab..."

Conqueror Helabor opened his mouth and shouted, but was stared at by Bul-Kathos, so he swallowed the second half of the sentence back into his stomach.

He was the ancestor who stopped Bul-Kathos from changing his name. After Bul-Kathos inherited the name "Bul-Kathos", he grabbed Helabor and beat him for a whole week.

At that time, Bul-Kathos had become a benchmark.

"Bul-Kathos protects me!"

Helabor changed his words and shouted loudly.