327 Festival Activities (10,000-Word Chapter)

"Hey, guys, today is a festival, what should we do to celebrate it!?"

Vida said to the other ancestors from a high place with a smile on his face.

His arms were waving randomly, looking a little funny.

"Damn it, how do I know what to do during the festival? This is the only festival for barbarians besides the celebration."

Madoc stuck his sorrow into the ground, silently rolled a snowball and threw it at Vida's face.

It had been a long time, and the snow on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath had covered a thick layer again.

"Snowball fight? That's too boring. If you wrap a stone in the snowball, I might be a little interested."

Olongus looked at Vida who was hit by the snowball as big as his head, and said very boredly.

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

Kolik sat by the fire, holding a large piece of barbecue in his hand, stuffing it into his mouth randomly.

"Whose secret realm are you going to open? Yours? Or mine? Come on, the only secret realm that we old guys can open is the one where Arreat exploded.

Are you going to go in and watch Arreat turn into a huge pit in the explosion of the World Stone again?"

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

He ate meat much faster than Madok.

While talking, Tariq had already found a piece of meat and stuck it on the iron rod, and started to grill it again.

"Then what are you going to do? Just eat and drink here? Then my collection won't last for many years. I don't want to be like that bastard Volusk and dig other people's wine everywhere after a few decades."

Orak sat cross-legged on the snow, and the muscles on his back trembled as he spoke.

He didn't have many collections, but Orak rarely dug holes everywhere, and he wouldn't be as idle as Volusk to record all the places where the barbarians buried their wine.

"Let's see what Bulkathos says. Otherwise, we would have been dead long ago. We won't disappear even if we don't eat or drink."

Kor rubbed the hammer of Hidden Peak's Fury and said, his eyes were a little vague.

"Tsk, you are the most boring guy. How about we have a competition?"

Vanguard General Calgar casually copied a huge flag and waved it casually.

It seems that he seems to have some interesting ideas.

"Tell me, anyway, it's boring."

Vorusk dragged Lasuk's body to the front. Lasuk had two huge bruises on his face, which were the marks left by the gloves of the Immortal King.

It seems that Volusk has solved the previous winning.

"Just because you have an heir, let's have a secret race to see who can come out the fastest?"

Calgar stood the chess piece in place and said loudly.

The other ancestors seemed to be interested.

They were too familiar with each other, and there was no secret about who was strong for these ancestors.

The battle between each other lacked a lot of freshness.

"Who will open the secret realm? What is the battle process?"

Vorusk threw Rasuk aside and asked with interest.

"Bul-Katho's secret realm, right? His battle is generally gradual. We can't let the new recruits feel the oppression of Orak's era, and they are not suitable to understand the style of battle in ancient times."

Kalga replied.

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

Vorusk said with some dissatisfaction.

What's so good about the battle of rookies? It seems to have no meaning except to make each of them angry when training new recruits.

"Then what do you say we should do?"

Vida asked casually, but his tone was not very peaceful, with a bit of anger in it, which made Volusk's beard flutter.

"What does it have to do with me!"

Vorusk disappeared with a little unhappiness. If this festival was not the first time in history, he would not bother to show up in this place.

The arrogant Volusk has never been very popular among the ancestors.

"If Kanai is still here..."

"Shut up, Orlongus!"

Olongus mentioned a name, a name that the ancestors tacitly agreed not to mention.

Before Volusk, there was a noble, kind, and upright barbarian who was expected to become the Immortal King.

Orak interrupted Orlongus's complaint directly, with some anger in his eyes.

Kanai was extraordinary in the memory of the older generation of ancestors, but now they rarely mentioned this name.

It was a painful past.

Volusk slowly returned to the Temple of the Elders and sat on his throne with a rare desolate look.

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

Volusk was not born strong and invincible. When he was weak, he also had a guide standing in front of him to tell him how to go.

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

"What's wrong, Volusk? You look like you're about to cry?"

Bulkeso walked out of the room where Kanai's magic box was placed, frowning at Volusk's expression.

"Tell me, did I choose the wrong path?"

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

Perhaps slumping on this throne is a very comfortable thing.

"Are you asleep?"

Bur-Kathos said unhappily.

Vorusk has always been proud, even arrogant.

Such words that reveal weakness everywhere only appear in his dreams.

Vorusk patted his face and took a deep breath.

Then he cheered up.

"What nonsense am I talking about? Just treat it as my nonsense."

Vorusk changed his sitting posture and became the majestic Immortal King again.

"You set up a festival to let the Holy Mountain release the power accumulated for many years just to let us dead people eat a bite of hot food again?"

Vorusk forced Bur-Kathos to question.

"This is just a memorable day. Why are you picking on me? Or do I know something about your shameful past?"

Bur-Kathos asked with a hint of doubt, and then his mind had no reaction to why.

"There is nothing in the past of the Immortal King that cannot be shown to others! Bul-Kathos, when are you going to let Rorschach see your secret? I know that the so-called number of times is just your excuse. If you want to tell him, you can open that secret at any time."

"So what? Let him touch the heaviness of the past when he is not ready? Young people need some time to achieve their goals, instead of carrying the heavy responsibility of us old guys too early."

The shoulder of Raiko appeared on Bul-Kathos's shoulder, and then he waved his hand nonchalantly to disperse the phantom of the shoulder.

"Self-righteous kid."

Vorusk said with his eyes wide open.

He relaxed a little, and then became a little loose again.

"Old man, you are older than me, but I am stronger than you."

Bul-Kathos turned around and planned to go outside to take a look.

He felt the breath of the Ancient One, and it seemed that the Ancient One had changed a little, so Bul-Kathos planned to see if his friend had encountered any trouble.

Volusk had lived for nearly two thousand years, and he had long forgotten the time he had spent after his death.

"Really? When you bear all the responsibility of the barbarians, can you still say that?

I am the Immortal King, and you still need to make some preparations for the succession."

Volusk muttered in a low voice, and almost only his lips could be seen moving.

If the first generation of Burkathos gave the current Burkathos a responsibility, then only when he became the Immortal King would he truly understand what the responsibility of the barbarians is.

All of this is contained in the noble title of "Immortal King".

...

After Burkathos walked out of the Elder Temple, his pace slowed down.

Volusk acted arrogant, rude and strong.

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

Except for the first ancestor who was born strong, the other barbarians all stepped up to the peak step by step from weakness.

Volusk would be no exception.

This is unreasonable.

Arrogance shouldn't be an emotion that should appear in a warrior who is crowned as the strongest.

"What? After seeing the true side of Volusk, you are confused?"

Raiko's hoarse voice came, and she was already standing next to Bul-Kathos.

Today, both Raiko and Volusk condensed into entities, which was the indiscriminate support of the Holy Mountain for the barbarians.

"The true side?"

Bul-Kathos felt that he had never experienced so many surprises in his life.

"The true side! You don't think that the Immortal King has fewer things to deal with than Leoric, that useless bone, do you?"

Raiko said with some mockery.

Not far behind her, you can see the thorns on the evil-repelling shoulder armor emerging from a stone.

Raiko frowned, but in the end she didn't say anything.

Kanuk wouldn't talk nonsense everywhere, that guy stubbornly made people feel a little touched.

But Raiko wouldn't accept love because of being touched, because being touched and pitiful are the emotions farthest from love.

"So you're going to tell me this? I want to go see my friend now. She seems to have met with something good."

Bul-Kathos didn't intend to delve into this matter.

What Volusk was carrying would be known when he became the Immortal King.

Bul-Kathos would rather hear that past from Volusk's mouth, rather than have others retell it.

That would be a loss of dignity for the Immortal King.

"I think it would be of great help if you knew this. At least you wouldn't be so stupid as to use the magic box in all kinds of ridiculous ways. Haven't you heard enough of Zoltun Kulle's ridicule?"

Leiko held her hands in front of her, squeezing her body to be more majestic.

"Kanai's Magic Box? That's a great artifact, but what can I do with it? Put the Hell Demon King in it and recast it to see if it can be turned into an Archangel?

Or put the rare demon soul in it and upgrade it to a 'legendary' Archdemon? Then explode a higher-level trophy from the legendary Archdemon?"

Bul-Kathos said with some contempt.

He trusted his own strength, and it was precisely because of this that he succeeded in using his body to remember the feeling of the skills improved by the equipment.

For Bulkesso, those equipments are just pure equipments.

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

"Maybe? It's just that you've never thought of it this way."

Leiko's answer made Bulkesso a little stunned.

This doesn't sound very reliable.

So he frowned, became serious and said, "Are you serious?"

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

Leiko's eyes didn't escape at all, and she looked directly into Bulcasso's oppressive eyes.

"Even if you will tell me something that Volusk doesn't plan 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 protect?

To be honest, Reiko, I never thought you should know this stuff. "

Bulcasso didn't panic or anything, he just looked at Leiko in front of him seriously.

It's something that only the Immortal King can know, so how does Leiko know it?

"Do you need me to remind you? Destiny knows everything."

Leiko said with a contemptuous smile.

A believer in fate, Leiko, who chose to sacrifice according to the guidance of fate, knew many secrets.

It's just that she rarely tells others.

Because those who know their destiny need to pay the price.

Leiko had long told her husband, the barbarian Joriz who was named a warrior, that he would die in a battle.

That was the first time that Leiko went against fate, and the future of those who know fate will become destined.

No external force can prevent that ending from coming.

Even at that time, in order to save her lover, Leiko tried to stop Joriz from setting foot on the battlefield countless times.

But how could Joe Ruiz, who was named a warrior, escape from the battle?

In the end, Joriz died in the battle just as fate showed Leiko.

Whether destiny can be changed is a question that Leiko has been thinking about for a long time.

Until she discovered that as long as she didn't know the direction of her destiny, her destiny would change all the time!

As long as fate doesn't cruelly show destiny to people who don't know fate.

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

It also meant that she lost the chance to resist fate.

That is the power of the rules of destiny.

But telling a past event will not affect your destiny.

Nor is Bulkesso’s future destined to be anything but fate.

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

Bulcasso looked at Leiko with some regret.

Leiko's story is not a secret among the best barbarians.

Kanuk is over there, that guy who often behaves a little crazy and always talks about things about Leiko.

He seems to be planning to hypnotize himself by persuading others. What kind of love can last for thousands of years?

Maybe it exists, but it's just a "maybe" after all.

"I'm not here to discuss fate with you this time. I just think you need to know the secret."

Leiko said casually.

Then she turned her head and looked at Warusk who had been standing behind her at some point.

Warusk's face was not very good-looking, and his hand was empty without the newly forged gravel hammer made by Bulqessor.

But Volusk, who wears the Immortal King's heavy belt around his waist, is still the most powerful ancestral spirit on the Holy Mountain.

"So? I will know that when I am ready, and now it's time for me to meet my friends.

As a host, you cannot let your guests wait for a long time in the cold wind. "

Bulcaisel had no intention of talking any more.

Even though Warusk had no intention of stopping it, Burqaso still needed to make some preparations.

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

Bulcasso's figure walked away, and Leiko's face returned to calmness and she looked at Warusk who was standing not far away.

"Now, are you satisfied?"

Leiko said contemptuously.

"fine."

Warusk squeezed these words out of his mouth dryly.

"A warrior who was originally kind and could be said to be cowardly became a proud and arrogant person in order to shoulder the responsibility. In order to fill the trust of his tribe, he used roughness to show strength.

Volusk, does your heart tremble when your fist strikes your enemy's face? "

Leiko said with a smile.

Very bright.

Leiko didn't mean to mock Warusk.

On the contrary, she respected Warusk's choice.

The immortal king cannot change the will of the barbarians, but every immortal king is an existence recognized by the barbarians.

"No, because I have to be cruel."

"Cruel, such a gentle word."

Leiko turned around, her body seemed to be shaking a little.

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

"Which family of the Nephalem doesn't bear the heaviest responsibility? Unfortunately, the druids had to hide in order to protect the secrets.

Otherwise, Orak and his men wouldn't have lacked food back then."

Vorusk talked about the past in a somewhat nagging manner.

The Nephalem gathered together in various professions to protect their own secrets belonging to the Nephalem.

Everyone is bearing heavy things, and he is not the only one doing so.

"Bulkasso has been prepared for a long time, but Rorschach, how do you plan to make him sober up? Are you just going to watch him become depressed after a few words from Imprus?"

Raiko's voice was as hoarse as always, and it was impossible to tell what her condition was.

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

This is considered a festival activity.

I will ask Bul-Kathos to open the secret realm of the Arreat Protection War in a while, so that the recruits can feel the tragedy at that time.

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

Vorusk chewed on his gloves and said hesitantly.

Harrogas and Harrogas Holy Mountain have different meanings.

This holy mountain was born after the explosion of Arreat Holy Mountain, and the name Harrogas was originally a city on Arreat Holy Mountain.

Even the barbarians at the beginning did not live in the bitter cold place in the north, but were expelled to the north in front of Kajistan's magic, and eventually took root in the Arreat Mountains.

Arreat Holy Mountain was also a name that appeared a long time after that.

The original Harrogas was not the most precious thing in the original Harrogas.

That was just an important substance to maintain people's lives, but it was not yet precious.

It was not weapons and various war preparations.

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

It is not even life!

Only cowards will ignore the conditions and escape death. Life will only be valuable when it has the meaning of existence.

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

Hope is the most precious thing in the original Harrogath City.

This fortress city that craves hope is the hope of the whole world.

The barbarians were originally the last line of defense against the demon army! Always guarding the World Stone!

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

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

There are large areas of ruined buildings on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath now. That is the wreckage of the Sescheron Fortress!

Bul-Kathos was here at the time and became the last survivor of the catastrophe that occurred here.

When Bul-Kathos arrived at the Holy Mountain of Arreat, the battle had come to an end!

In the end, Bul-Kathos could only roar and kill all the demons in the Arreat Pit, but it was too late to save it.

The former capital of the barbarians is here!

Volusk intends to let the barbarian recruits truly understand what the barbarians really need in the battle to defend Harrogath!

And this may make Rorschach understand that justice is only meaningful when it is implemented.

The justice that is always on the lips is just the cruelest mockery!

"A large-scale teaching class? I think they will like it."

Raiko took two quick steps and disappeared from Volusk's sight.

This topic is enough here.

Immersing in the past will only get deeper and deeper, and the world will continue to move forward after all.

Time will always catch up with the pace of human beings, and then leave those who stay far behind.

"I think they may fall into doubt.

But so what? Do you not have to fight if you doubt? You have to fight, even Vida, the "merchant", will choose to fight."

Volusk muttered to himself.

...

Bul-Kathos appeared beside Ancient One, and the robe on Ancient One was fluttering in the cold wind.

She looked a lot more relaxed.

"You look a lot more relaxed."

Bul-Kathos walked up to him and said cheerfully.

The serious conversation between Reiko and Volusk before did not affect him.

Or rather, Bul-Kathos was used to everything happening.

Didn't sleep because of fear of nightmares?

Worrying about tomorrow will only affect the present, and facing difficulties head-on without unnecessary worries is Bul-Kathos's choice.

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

Ancient One said with a calm smile.

"By the way, who was the sacred chanting before? I really want to meet this person."

Ancient One walked to Bul-Kathos naturally, and the mana on her body finally became her own.

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

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

"You now look a bit like a mage, but it's a pity that you are unwilling to accept the blood of the Nephalem.

As for the chanting before, that was Johanna's voice. She should be coming soon."

Bul-Kathos looked at the Ancient One in front of him with some regret.

Ancient One's knowledge is enough to support more powerful power, but her soul and body cannot bear it.

Compared with the Nephalem, the innate gap between humans in this world cannot be ignored.

When Bulcaisuo's voice fell, Johanna appeared in front of her on her celestial horse.

The war horse's head stopped in front of Gu Yi, less than a hand away.

Then the war horse dissipated directly.

"Hello, mage. I am Johanna, a Crusader."

Johanna greeted with some confusion.

She came here following the breath of Bulcaisuo.

Bulcaisel just exuded some of his own aura as a guide.

Johanna came over on her horse.

"Hello, I'm Ancient One."

Gu Yi bowed slightly and lowered his head.

This peaceful gesture made Johanna feel like she was meeting Karashim.

"Honestly, you and the mages I have met are different. Maybe this is the reason why Bulcasso can have a mage friend?"

Johanna directly stretched out her hand to hold Gu Yi's shoulder.

She immediately felt the weakness of Gu Yi's body.

"Even the physical strength is the same. The mages I know are much stronger than you."

Johanna added.

She remembered that Li Min was interested again, saying that he wanted to learn melee combat methods from Karasim.

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

Turning the staff in front of him like a magic wand, Li Min finally got fed up and swung the staff to blow up the head of the fallen demon who was covered with injuries.

Facts have proved that some of the monk's skills are not so easy to learn.

Without the support of internal force, the appearance is just a flower shelf.

"I haven't experienced the power of the Law of Hope for a long time. It also makes me miss Karasim's mantra."

Burcasso said casually and walked directly towards the square.

Don’t miss the excitement there. This is a rare joyful scene on the Holy Mountain.

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

Bulcaisel did not intend for the festival to last three days; one day would suffice.

Three days is still too long.

Anyway, our ancestors lived a relatively leisurely life even if there were no festivals.

"I can survive the aftermath of Malthael's attack, then Karaxun should be fine too."

Johanna said naturally.

If it is said that Johanna resisted Malthael's attack through her strong body and defense.

Then Karashim, who is invulnerable to damage, can survive Malthael's attack more easily.

Whether it is Qixiangquan or meditation, it can prevent Karashim from dying.

But where he is now, Johanna has no clue at all.

"What I'm most worried about is not Karasim, but Li Min and Vera."

Bulcasso shook his head and said.

Karashim's ability to survive is worthy of recognition.

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

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

This is why Bulkesso is worried.

As for Valar, the witcher will not give up on his enemies.

Most of the time, the demon will turn into a sieve wherever it goes. Even if Vera does not suffer serious damage, she will look for opportunities to give Malthael a cruel blow.

The three original suits of Shadow Suit, Land of Fear Wheel Armor, and Evil Essence are all on Vera. Whether it is large-scale attacks, mobile warfare, or even assassinations, Vera is a first-rate expert.

It's just that Malthael is indeed not someone who can defeat him alone.

That's why Bulkesso is worried about them.

As for Nazebo, the witch doctor has many ways to save his life, Malthael should not be able to catch him.

The Necromancer enjoys the protection of Rathma, so there will naturally be no problems.

"Li Min is an out-and-out genius, but she is not as reckless as you think, Bulcasso."

Johanna said while smiling.

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 Malthael, then she must have her own plan.

Demon hunters are the type who are good at stealth and surprise attack.

Vera doesn't make rash decisions.

"As for Vera, she will probably try to trick Malthael and harass the angel while ensuring her own safety."

Johanna said easily.

Compared to Bulkesso, Johanna and Li Min have a better relationship.

"Now, enjoy the festival. I'll be busy soon."

Bulcaisel interrupted the conversation and quickened his pace.

Warusk's intention was almost written on his face. He probably understood what those ancestors wanted to do.

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

The overwhelming demons looked really disgusting.

…

"So, how do we kill that Kingpin?"

Rumlow asked Matthew in front of him.

He held a wine bottle in his hand and shook it.

Spider-Man is eating barbecue. It seems that his life has been a bit difficult recently.

As for the injury, Spider-Man has already arrived at the Holy Mountain. It would be too stingy if he was not even willing to give him a medicine bottle to use.

"You ask me what to do? I'm also struggling with this problem."

Matthew said a little perfunctorily.

The Kingpin was far more powerful than he and Rumlow, and maybe Rorschach could provide some help, but it wouldn't be enough.

Matthew chased Rorschach's back, but the Kingpin gave him an even more terrifying feeling.

"Are you worried about your lack of strength? Matthew?"

A cheerful female voice came, it was Leko whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

Since the ancestor Leiko took over Matthew's training, Leko has not appeared in front of Matthew for a long time.

Today is a holiday and no training is needed.

So Reco came over to talk to Matthew.

"It's been a while since we last chatted, Reiko."

Matthew said with a smile on his face.

The threat of Kingpin still looms.

"What shall I call this lady?"

Constantine, who had been listening, asked with a smile, and then stretched out his hand.

He felt that the ancestor in front of him seemed easy to fool, and he wanted to get something from the barbarians to use as his strength.

After all, if an ordinary person wants to fight against a guy on the mysterious side, he must need some help.

Whether it was a shroud or a cross, he needed it all.

"I don't like the smell of you. It makes me feel like I'm seeing a scumbag."

Reko expressed her opinion about Constantine without any reservation.

It seems a little disgusting.

"Don't say that. You must know that I am the one left after selecting from a large group of people. Generally, we call such people elites."

There was no look of anger on Constantine's face. He had long been used to this kind of thing.

Don't get angry just because of a title.

"Those who are selected are called elites, and those who are left after screening are scum. Boy!"

Reko patted Constantine on the shoulder, with a bit of "care" in his eyes.

Then she sat directly opposite Matthew.

"Let's continue the topic just now. Are you suffering from lack of strength?"

Lei said with a smile on her face.

It is not difficult at all for the Nephalem to become stronger than before in a short period of time.

Especially for this group of new recruits, it only takes a few legendaries to produce earth-shaking changes.

Reko, who is familiar with legendary equipment illustrations, plans to teach young people a lesson.

"Yes, we have met a very powerful enemy. Maybe even Rorschach can't defeat that monster."

Matthew said with a wry smile.

“I trust Matthew’s judgment, but I haven’t seen the guy, so I can’t say anything about it.

But I still have a good way to become stronger. "

Leike said somewhat mysteriously.

She got the news from Kanuk, which Matthew and the others will definitely like.

"Ahem! Bulcaisuo will open a vast secret realm after a while, where there are opportunities to become stronger.

It just depends on whether you can seize the opportunity to become stronger. "

Leike gave it a try.

Her nature is nothing like that of her ancestor Leiko.

A savage who dies in the fifth battle has not touched many heavy objects.

She still has unrealistic fantasies about fighting demons.

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

"A vast secret realm? This seems unusual. But how did you know?"

Matthew asked a little, which would help Leco tell more information.

Reco himself also liked this way of communication, just like a child who was eager to show off.

"That, I am a barbarian from the Bull tribe, I heard it from Chief Kanuk."

Reko said with a silly smile.

Kanuk is the chief of the Bull tribe, but he is not the only chief of the Bull tribe on the sacred mountain.

The other one is Leiko...

When facing Reko, Kanuk would be like a kind great-great-grandfather, trying his best to satisfy the child's curiosity.

"What's specific?"

Rumlow was calmer, and he was too lazy to coax the little girl Recco.

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

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

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

Exceptions like Reiko didn't matter that much.

"The Battle of Harrogath!"

Leike said somewhat mysteriously.

Even though Rumlow and Matthew were a little curious, they did not interrupt.

As for the history of the barbarians, they can only understand it from the fragments of conversations between their ancestors. No recruit has ever carefully investigated those past events.

Most of them would only associate the name Harrogath with the holy mountain at their feet.

"The Holy Mountain River of Harrogath and Harrogath City are different! Let me tell you, what I wanted to do most at that time was not to be an adventurer, but to become the guard of Harrogath City.

It's just that Old General Qualkek's review was too strict, and I didn't meet that standard.

In the secret realm of the Battle of Harrogath, you can see the projections of those famous ancestors. If you can get their approval, you can get their legends.

And the most important thing is, you can use it right after you get it! Completely adapted to your level of strength! "

Leiko's voice was not too low.

It also aroused the interest of Luke and Jessica on the side.

They did not have the threat of Kingpin, but they still had this purple man who needed to be killed by them.

Becoming stronger was also an urgent matter.

Although there was the guidance of the ancestors, the sense of urgency was lingering.

So Luke and Jessica came over directly.

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

They planned to listen to what they would say directly.

"I heard that if you can hold on to the end of the Battle of Harrogath, you can see Bul-Kathos kill all the demons visible to the naked eye by yourself! There are not many opportunities to see Bul-Kathos fighting with all his might.

Except for Rorschach, others rarely have such an opportunity.

If any of you can hold on to the end, Bul-Kathos will definitely not be stingy with the prize. He is the best blacksmith in the world. He can imitate all kinds of legends and he will definitely provide enough help on the road to becoming stronger."

Leko said with a smile, with a yearning look on his face.

Every piece of equipment made by Bul-Kathos is a fine product.

That is not a toy made casually, each piece can provide a huge increase.

"Like the ancient wristbands on Rumlow's hands, and the wristbands of destruction, grief, mercy, etc., Bul-Kathos can take them out.

You must seize this opportunity and perform well!"

Leko summarized like this, and Matthew frowned on the side.

A vast secret realm, a tragic war!

This couldn't be as easy as Leiko said, and Rumlow knew it in his heart.

"Guys! Listen carefully! What I'm going to talk about next is the festival activities!"

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