$221 "Real" Fantasy (Five Thousand Five)

"Would you like to send these two little guys over too?"

Olongus said to Cassius, Hawkeye and Natasha were behind him.

"Do you think they can compare with those two guys?"

Cassius pointed at Rorschach and Wayne.

The most talented recruit at present is Rorschach, followed by Wayne and Matthew, who are at about the same level.

Otherwise there is no difference.

Except for Jessica, who is always criticized by Orak, the others are not that eye-catching.

"In the worst case, I'll go find Tariq and ask him to do it again."

Orlongus turned and looked at Hawkeye and Natasha.

"Boy, what benefits did you get from letting go? Tell me and let me have fun together."

Hawkeye seemed a little embarrassed when he heard Olongus's words.

"I promised to give him two months' salary."

Natasha answered directly.

The answer was sonorous and without shame.

"What about you? Just for five bottles of wine?"

Olongus walked towards the distance with a calm tone.

Cassius grinned and kept his distance from Olongus unhurriedly.

"Yes, five bottles of wine can buy me off."

As he spoke, Cassius moved his fingers and got ready for battle.

"Are you so worried about me?"

Olongus stood still and turned around.

As for Hawkeye, he ignored it for the time being.

"We are so familiar. Unless you bring me five more bottles of wine, I will let you go fifty steps."

Cassius grinned with all his fangs.

"Do you believe that I went to Bulcaisel to borrow the power of the earth?"

The veins on Olongus' forehead bulged.

"Bulkasso may not lend it to you. Besides, there's no problem in lending it to you. I'm not afraid."

Cassius said as he patted the huge belt around his waist.

"Cassius's pride! Bah!"

Olongus cursed. After his legend became the talent of the barbarians, these ancestors had already understood it one by one.

Anyway, the closer you are when facing him, the better.

"Do you believe that if I use the tribal blade as a bargaining chip, I can definitely get the right to use the power of the earth from Bulqessor?"

"Of course I believe it, but are you willing to do it?"

Cassius rubbed his belt and said disdainfully.

Then he got into a fighting stance. Even if Olongus could borrow the Power of the Earth suit later, he would definitely be beaten now.

"XXXX!"

Olongus casually threw a huge stone and hit Cassius.

The stone was covered with flames and fell like a hill.

Cassius roared, pulled his right fist behind him, and then swung a fierce punch.

The sound of cracking the air from his fist was about to catch up with Orak's slam.

Ignoring the pain that was already arousing, the huge force broke the boulder into two pieces directly from the middle.

Cassius's body did not waver at all, casually dispersing the smoke and dust in the air, but the bones in his hands were twisted.

Olongus's boulder throwing could cause serious injuries to Cassius, but it could not stop Cassius's actions.

All the injuries and pain meant nothing to Cassius.

At that time, Cassius's main opponent was the Queen of Pain, who brought torture and pain and corrupted her will. Although she could not win, Cassius was the most suitable barbarian to entangle with Andariel.

The incomprehensible disregard for pain caused Andariel, who represented pain, to suffer.

When she heard the news of Cassius's death, Andariel almost held a banquet to celebrate.

"Do you have anything new? If not, just wait to be beaten!"

Cassius smiled wildly. Standing under the gravel, he didn't care about the residue.

By the time he regained his vision from the rubble, Olongus had already run away, and he could only see a figure jumping in mid-air from a distance.

Cassius opened his mouth so wide that he could see his little tongue when he smiled.

Then the smile faded and he became disappointed.

"It's like this again. You always turn around and run away. I can't even release the water."

Cassius whispered.

From the initial punches that knocked out Olongus to the time he bribed Hawkeye and Natasha, it was all calculated.

He thought that this time he could make this guy Olongus disappear without any regrets.

Thousands of years of existence are really too long.

It's so long that it drives me crazy.

"Looks like we didn't help much."

Hawkeye said seriously.

The day before the due date, Cassius found him and agreed to perform a play.

"But the ancestors were interesting."

Natasha reached out to Cassius and patted the thick arm. Cassius reluctantly took out a bottle of Bulcasso's Collection and handed it to Natasha.

This is the promised reward.

"Are we interesting? That's a somewhat hurtful thing to say."

Olongus was already in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain.

In addition to the legendary Tribal Blade, he also has a pair of treasure boots in his hand.

The Blade of the Tribe can activate the two major skills of Landslide and Earthquake with every war cry, and the Treasure Boots can make the Leap Slash skill jump three times in a row. These two pieces of equipment can be paired with the Power of the Earth suit to form a powerful combat effectiveness.

Continuous jump cuts brought him to the gate of the Holy Mountain faster than Korik.

Of course he was aware of Cassius's plan, just as Cassius was familiar with him, he was also very familiar with Cassius.

The stakes of five bottles of wine were actually very high. Cassius hoped that he would take the initiative and even bribed Hawkeye to act with Natasha.

But Olongus didn't want to disappear like this.

"Olongus, it seems you still don't want to leave."

Madoc was sitting cross-legged in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain, tilting his head and closing one eye as he looked at the somewhat lost Olongus.

"Shut up, kid! It's not your turn to point fingers at my affairs!"

Olongus shouted without politeness at all. He was actually in a really bad mood.

"Are you feeling itchy after escaping Cassius's violent beating? How about I loosen your skin for Cassius?"

Madoc said angrily.

Although Madoc is quite young compared to ancestors like Olongus, in terms of combat effectiveness, the three ancestors are the first echelon after those flags of Bulqessor.

"Get ready to open the door! Guard! Korik is here with Rorschach and Wayne!"

Orlongus tried to spit, but he swallowed it back in the face of Madoc's sorrow.

The barbarian who spat at the gate of the Holy Mountain last time was hung up and beaten by Madoc until he was beaten badly.

Yes, he was the one who got beaten last time.

Madoc watched Olongus swallow his saliva and put away his sadness.

"Another boring suspicion? When have we ever had conspirators? These guys..."

"Okay Madoc, we are strangers to this world. Don't expect ordinary people to believe your words directly."

Tarik held Madoc's shoulders and spoke with a profound tone.

"It's like someone is being nice to you for no reason. What would you think?"

"I would feel like that guy wanted to fuck me and knock his teeth out."

Madoc said a little irritably:

"I know you don't care what other people think, but this is Harrogath."

"This is another world too. It's not necessary. Even if that person really wants to have sex with you, he probably won't react until you take advantage of him."

Talik looked at Kolik's figure in the distance and squeezed Madok.

"I am a prophet."

"It was while you were alive."

Tarik and Madoc were talking, and Korik finally came forward.

"Let's get started and let these boys dispel their doubts."

Korik put his hand on the gate of the Holy Mountain, shook his head towards the other two and urged.

"Talik, you go do the commentary."

Madoc also pressed his hand on the gate of the Holy Mountain.

"I knew you two would blame it on me."

Tarik put his hand down as he spoke, and a burst of blue light flashed from the ancient door.

Then Tarik, Rorschach and the others appeared in a special place.

The memory of the Holy Mountain.

The miracle that the three ancestors can perform together is similar to a movie that can be rewinded, fast forwarded and paused.

"When they come out, they probably won't have any idle doubts about this. It's 'real' inside."

Madoc withdrew his hand, his power had been activated, and the rest was Tarik's business.

"I can't tell. I think that boy Wayne has a lot on his mind. And that Rorschach is about the same."

Korik squatted on the ground and played with the snow. He just wanted to turn into a stone statue and wanted nothing more.

"I originally liked this world because of the innocence of human beings. Who knew that the Seven Demon Kings would also come here? That innocence would harm them."

Because they could turn into stone statues, the three ancestors suffered the least.

After all, there is no need to fight against the boredom caused by time all the time.

But not now.

This strange world is full of unknowns, especially since there are no other Nephalem comrades in this world.

He can only act as a protector and gatekeeper.

"Doubt whether the Seven Demon Kings are real? No one who sees such rules would doubt this."

Madoc sadly shoveled the snow on the ground with his sorrow, and he planned to build a snowman.

"Just to tell you, you are a prophet. But they are not. I think it will take some time."

Korik threw a huge snowball on Madoc's head, completely submerging him.

"Wait until they see their compatriots being corrupted into demons!"

Madoc climbed out of the snowdrift helplessly, then moved to another place and continued shoveling the snow.

He now plans to build a very large snowman and carve it into his own image.

"Bulkeso can be relied upon."

"But Bulcaisel cannot defend a world by himself."

…

"What's this?"

Rorschach finally lost his cold face.

Wayne looked around carefully.

"You want the truth."

Tarik glanced at the gray environment with a nostalgic expression.

The environment recreated the intensity of the world of Sanctuary, and the hard touch of the ground and the ubiquitous pressure made Tarik look excited.

"Except for Rorschach, everyone else was chosen to fight against these guys."

Tarik said as he looked at the dust rising on the horizon.

"Fighting against what? The demon in the secret realm?"

Wayne picked up the hand ax and followed Tarik's line of sight.

Although Rorschach did not speak, he was still ready to fight.

"The ones you met are not even insects compared to the guys you are going to face next. Even though they may look similar."

Talik took out his evidence of shame.

"Feel the real demon army for yourself. This is Azmodan's army. You are immortal here. As long as you can kill even one wire-haired rat, it will end early."

Talik said this, and then stood there waiting for the attack of the demon army.

Killing one of the wire-haired rats here was impossible for Rorschach and Wayne.

The main force of the Hell Demon King is not the same concept as those fragile secret realm demons.

Especially this time it's Azmodan's army.

Possessing the most elite demons, the most powerful combat power, and the highest combat literacy.

In Azmodan's army, there will be one warrior demon for every six demons, and one elite demon for every thirty demons.

You can even see various war monsters created by Azmodan.

High-level demons such as greedy demons.

Everything in the secret realm is gradual, and here they will see the spirit of the Seven Demon Kings of Hell.

When Azmodan actually appears, this baptism will be over.

Because Rorschach and Wayne's immortality is based on Tarik's existence.

As souls, the three ancestors can certainly easily defeat this illusion, which is only half the strength of the Hell Demon King.

It is even said that if the three ancestors were still alive, one of them could break through this illusion.

The three living ancestors, with the blessing of Harrogath, have the power to make Baldu, the King of Destruction, retreat.

But not now.

The three ancestors are dead, and Talik, with a single soul body, can only struggle with the Hell Demon King with half the strength, just like Cassius did to Andariel.

Fortunately, this time it was just to let the two seriously ill recruits feel the reality they were about to face, and there was no need to fight Azmodan.

"Azmodan."

Rorschach chanted the name of this hell demon.

"The strongest commander in hell, his men defeated the Angel Legion more than once in the eternal war. Every time, Imprius could only rush in and fight alone to reverse the situation like me now.

Of course, occasionally he would bring Tyrell to help him clear the way. "

When Tarik spoke of Tyrael, he glanced at Rorschach beside him.

The people favored by justice are sometimes stubborn and unimaginable.

"Killing a wire-haired rat? Ending early?"

Wayne wasn't feeling good.

"Will it hurt to die here?"

Rorschach said calmly.

"It hurts just as much as dying. But you can get a period of respite after death, and you can seamlessly transition from life to death."

Talik held the Proof of Shame by his side with both hands, and now he could see the scars on the leg of the earth-thumping demon at the front of the demon army.

Rorschach hung the ax back on his waist. He didn't intend to fight here.

After all, Talik had told them that they were worse than ants here.

To experience death and then get the "truth" is the purpose of Talik bringing them here.

Resistance in this situation is futile.

Wayne was going to give it a try, after all, he wasn't going to experience death.

"ha!"

"Xia!"

Tarik let out two war cries, and a huge shock wave spread out in this place.

The gravel on the ground flew away with the shock wave.

Rorschach and Matthew were blown to the ground by the huge wind pressure.

This was a situation that Talik deliberately controlled.

The demon army in the distance occupied their sight,

You can't see the edge of the demon army on both sides, and you can't see the end of it from the front.

"These guys are coming to our world?"

Rorschach muttered, and the blue wings of light appeared faintly behind him.

Anger is building.

"I wish I didn't know anything."

Wayne's tone was deliberately relaxed. He held his handaxe and stared at the approaching demon army.

"How can power be without reason? We don't play conspiracy, because those who play conspiracy can easily be corrupted by Azmodan and Belial.

None of us who still exist on the Holy Mountain are mentally defective. "

Talik said casually, he did not want the barbarian to be misunderstood.

Then Talik launched a charge against the demon army, and the Token of Shame in his hand drew a deep mark on the ground.

Jump Slash Arreat's Call!

Tarik landed in the middle of the demon like a cannonball.

This landing point was carefully chosen by Talik, who was surrounded by demons with hard bodies.

The demons within a radius of nearly a kilometer where he landed were pulled in the direction of Talik by the suddenly generated shock wave.

The call of Arreat is a rune that allows barbarians to gather enemies and then deal with them more efficiently.

"ha!"

Tarik roared and waved half of the heavy sword in his hand, and a bone-chilling chill came from the blade!

Cleave·Ice and Snow Storm!

The moment the sword blade touched the demon's body, ice crystals clung to the place of contact.

With a crisp sound of ice being broken, the surrounding demon was cut into two pieces. The fracture was still filled with ice crystals, and the demon's blood as hot as magma failed to melt the frost.

The Proof of Shame allows Cleave to do more damage when there is less anger. Talik is the legendary barbarian who is best at controlling anger. The Proof of Shame is the embodiment of his ability to continue fighting!

Cleave generates rage, and the big skill consumes rage. With the help of the life recovery generated by the rage brought by the talent bloodthirstiness, Tallik is an endless meat grinder on the battlefield.

He has mastered all the advanced runes of the cleave skill, and the damage of the three attributes of frost, fire, and lightning can adapt to any situation.

The skill that generates rage has been released, and the next step is to release the big skill of rage!

Tallik jumped lightly on the spot, only rising to the height of a matchbox.

But when he landed, it was like a meteor hitting the ground, setting off a shock wave that was more terrifying than the previous jump slash!

The ground within a range of 3,000 meters sank more than half a meter deep, and dust was raised, and it was blown away in a blink of an eye in Tallik's roar!

Earthquake·The sky collapsed!

A violent shock wave rose from the edge of the deep-seated area and rebounded in the direction of Tallik.

The fragile demons within the range were torn into pieces by the violent shock wave, and the hot blood and limbs were poured onto Talik's body along the shock wave!

Those powerful demons were sent to Talik's side.

Cleave · Boundless Sweep!

Lightning wrapped the Certificate of Shame and crossed the bodies of all the demons around.

The electric currents intertwined, like a grid! Jumping between the demons.

Under the influence of the current, the demons' bodies stiffened and welcomed the second cleave of destruction!

The heavy sword with lightning cleared the surrounding demons again, and the blood on Talik's body dried up in the current, and became hard like a shell.

Whirlwind · Hurricane!

The demons that had gathered around Talik were swept by a gust of cold wind, and immediately filled the vacancy of the dead demons.

What followed was a continuous cycle of cleave and whirlwind.

In just three seconds, no demon in the range survived!

"Die!"

Tariq took off again and jumped towards another group of demons.

This fight has just begun!

Wayne and Rorschach sweated as they watched the demons clear out a clearing!

The splashing demon blood made them feel the terrifying energy.

A drop of blood fell on Rorschach's feet, and he felt the fear of being surrounded by hundreds of zombies in the secret realm.

The energy in this drop of blood exceeded the sum of hundreds of low-level zombies!

"Wow!"

A shout came from the demon. Although Wayne and Rorschach didn't know what the demon was shouting, it didn't prevent them from understanding the situation from the surrounding demons.

If Tariq didn't die, they wouldn't die completely.

Now it was their turn to face these demons.

Tariq's continuous roar and the dead demons made them truly feel how powerful those ancestors who were joking with them and wanted to listen to stories were.