Dark Savages Come To the United States

In the sacred mountain of Harrogath,

Rorschach and Wayne finally found a suitable place,

Two people can sit together well,

Then discuss some things between each other.

"So you suspect that Diablo has some conspiracy,

Do you even suspect that this conspiracy has worked miraculously on Bulkelso? "

Rorschach's face was crowded together,

Although he is a stubborn guy who never compromises.

But that doesn't mean he's a facial paralysis.

Before he put on that special mask, this guy also had emotions.

Even with the mask that changes patterns, Rorschach is still able to show emotions.

While much of it was anger, there was also sadness.

"I have such a guess, and you all know that I don't believe anything easily.

Even if that person is Bulkelso, I have a right to be skeptical. "

Wayne seemed to be justifying his behavior, but he seemed to be convincing himself.

Doubt about Bull Casso?

Of course.

The world is changing too fast, and this kind of change makes Wayne, who was a relatively "weak" ordinary person before, a little flustered.

"Suspect?

Of course.

Anyone can doubt anything,

They can also choose not to trust authority.

But when you stand on a higher level, when you yourself become the authority that was criticized before,

Can you still keep thinking like this?

The world is changing, so what can you use to ensure that you remain the same? "

Rorschach looked at Wayne,

The eyes are serious and the body is tense.

It was a defensive gesture, and while Wayne was suspicious of others,

He himself is being guarded by others.

Trust is only relative most of the time, doubt itself is a kind of human nature.

It's just that more often, the name of this nature is curiosity.

"Doubt is right, only if you have doubts, then all the people in this world will not be fooled."

Wayne spoke in a tone that sounded like he was letting out a long sigh.

"That is to say, trust is a drag in your eyes?

You are so kind! "

Rorschach's voice was full of sarcasm.

Does the world need more doubt?

Dare to say Wayne!

"It may be a disease, but I don't think it's wrong."

"Then get out, and use your own strength to solve all the troubles!

Even in situations beyond your control, you'd better remain skeptical!

Suspecting that this situation is just a hoax, for, you fool, to believe that the end of the world is imminent! "

Rorschach's sarcasm was tinged with anger.

The end of the world is coming,

This is what Rorschach wanted to tell humans countless times in the past.

He believes this, because more and more things he has experienced illustrate this point.

Especially after seeing the demons he really saw, after seeing those hell demon gods who seemed to be able to destroy the world if they wanted to.

Even though his purpose is always suspected, why has he ever given up?

Trust this kind of thing, always so elusive.

"I see, I see the power of lies loose in this world,

How do you ask me to trust?

Perhaps there are already countless guys in this world who gain power from lies.

At that time, with the help of the three ancestors, we saw the figure of the devil king of hell,

I personally felt the aura of destruction.

I even saw the ancestors fighting among the demons, and I still remember the stench from the blood plasma of those demons! "

Wayne's voice seemed to be shaking.

The way Rorschach looked at Wayne gradually became contemptuous.

"I thought you were hungry for power because you knew what you were about to face.

Because of their desire for power, they wondered whether these ancestors had other purposes.

But now it seems that you are nothing more than a naive fool who retains a little childishness in fear.

Do you think your strength comes from fear?

You forgot that you were fighting in the secret realm, and you forgot the feeling that the power was conceived in you little by little and then became stronger. "

The brilliance of justice on Rorschach's body began to shine, and the excitement in his heart made the power of authority echo with him.

Perhaps after today, Rorschach will become even stronger.

A person who once housed an Archangel of Justice in his body, a person who has become an Archangel of Justice at this moment.

Rorschach was still Rorschach, and even his own changes hadn't compromised his soul.

"I haven't forgotten, I just suspect."

"What are you suspecting?

Why don't you suspect that your parents' death was a hoax! ?

Why don't you suspect that those villains around you are all jokes made by people around you?

Now! Are you starting to doubt!?

What are you suspecting? Doubt that the demon is the nephalem?

The demon they gave you the power to kill was actually an angel?

Suspect your brain is deluded by some kind of hallucination? All the demons you kill are actually living people?

Wayne! You are not suspicious!

You are bewildered! "

Rorschach stood up straight away, looking at Wayne with a little bit of anger in his eyes.

"Perhaps, you were just a paranoid from the beginning, you dreamed of justice, so you made yourself a lunatic.

You delusional that the world needs your salvation, so you only have doubts in your eyes when you look at others.

I want to ask you now, what do you really believe in? "

The Hammer of Judgment in Rorschach's hand began to emit majesty, and even anger appeared on his body.

Everything Bulkelso had paid for Rorschach seemed to be finally blossoming at this time, but he didn't know when he would be able to bear that delightful fruit.

"I believe in myself!"

"You trust yourself? Trust your own doubts?

Then you are absolutely crazy! "

Rorschach made his own summary of Wayne's claims.

Maybe Batman is already a madman?

How can anyone doubt everything?

Still believe in yourself?

This is not believing in myself, but the crazy self in delusion is seeking relief!

"I don't know if I'm crazy, remember that clown from before?

He said I was crazy, but I thought he was crazy.

Is there anyone in this world that is normal? Or is it that the normal person is the lunatic when everyone is lunatic? "

Wayne's words became more and more incoherent, talking gibberish.

The body was shaking uncontrollably.

"I suddenly thought of a person. For a while, he behaved almost exactly like you now."

Rorschach looked at the trembling Wayne, his expression became strange.

"Prince Aidan, or Aidan the Dark Wanderer, whatever.

I've heard that he behaved no differently from you now before he was completely corrupted.

So can you tell me your name?

I want to hear you say your name. "

The hammer in Rorschach's hand was lifted up, as if he would attack immediately if he got the wrong answer.

"My name is……"

"I think I heard someone talking about Aidan?"

A voice directly interrupted Wayne's answer.

Didn't hear this answer, but Rorschach breathed a sigh of relief.

He was a little worried that he heard some strange names, such as Diablo or Biliber.

Luo Xia had already made preparations, and when he sacrificed himself, he had already made all the preparations.

Kill the corrupted companion, or kill the corrupted self.

Rorschach had nothing to hesitate.

It's just that he hasn't had time to deliver his diary to a trustworthy person.

He wasn't going to hand over his diary to Bulkelso if he could.

If possible, he planned to give his diary to Ye Xiao or a certain reporter.

"Leoric?"

Luo Xia looked at the figure that suddenly appeared, and subconsciously said the person's name.

This is understandable, although Rorschach has never seen Leoric in the period of the Wise King, but Tyrael has.

That meeting left a deep enough impression on Tyrell, and even engraved this memory in the traces of the Archangel of Justice.

"I don't think I've seen you before, but I've seen the Archangel of Justice."

Leoric smiled gently.

Sitting directly next to Wayne.

Leoric stuck the King's Sword in his hand directly on the ground, and the brilliance of his body shrouded Wayne bit by bit.

"To be honest, the smarter a guy is, the easier it is to dig into a dead end, and this kind of guy doesn't listen to advice except to figure it out on his own."

Leoric raised the corner of his mouth and said, even though his eyes were fixed on Rorschach.

It's just that Wayne knew that he was speaking to himself.

"I thought it was Bulkelso who was coming."

Wayne pulled the corners of his mouth and showed an ugly smile.

He who stayed on the sacred mountain of Harrogath was more relaxed than he who stayed in Gotham City.

Gotham City needs a cold, omnipotent Batman, but Harrogarth doesn't necessarily need a Bruce Wayne who is a soldier in front of him.

There's no need for him to pretend here, which is why Wayne is flustered here.

"That's right, this is Harrogas of Bulcasso, and as the patriarch, he is responsible for managing everything in the family.

It's just that parents sometimes need to rest, right? Do you know how many nephalem have shown their weakness in battle because of exhaustion? "

Leoric said it easily, as if he and Wayne and Rorschach were old acquaintances, without the slightest taste of life.

"I don't think there are many, at least not among the savages."

Rorschach smiled.

The ancestors he learned had countless thoughts in their hearts, but none of them could not fall asleep because of worry.

In the words of the ancestors, it is "worrying too much to sleep can kill Diablo?" This type of words.

"Actually, there are such guys among the barbarians. In fact, the guys who are least worried are those monks."

While speaking, Leoric pointed his chin at the figure approaching in the distance.

Craig, Mister Immortal, and perhaps the last monk.

"Because of faith?"

Rorschach glanced at Wayne and said.

Perhaps in Rorschach's eyes Wayne needs a little faith?

Most lunatics need a sustenance. It is better to believe in an illusory god than to believe in a real and moody god.

At least there's no real god telling the hapless bastard on the verge of madness.

"Because I'm used to it."

Leoric straightened his crown and said something similar to a bad joke.

"The stronger the monk, the easier it is to hear the voices of the gods.

Every day you have a group of smart and powerful guys in your mind, at least once full of power, and they keep telling you what to do,

Both big and small have to say a few words, as big as what skills to use when fighting, and as small as which foot to take first when going out.

When you listen to others every day, you will naturally choose to rebel.

So you start to go your own way.

So they didn't worry about anything anymore, and the most difficult days passed after he chose to block the gods,

Then what is the ups and downs that cannot be overcome? "

Leoric's words were full of ridicule towards the monk.

Monks can be really unlucky sometimes.

"It's not bad to say that it's not bad, and there's nothing wrong with faith.

But monks will only believe in themselves in the end, because they will eventually become one of the gods. "

Craig's voice was a bit like Kharazim's, and it seemed that something was left behind when the first generation of Bul-Kasso left his body.

"So will the gods suspect anything?"

Leoric said with a smile.

When he saw Craig, he realized that this guy seemed to have gotten a lot of benefits.

At least from the looks of this guy, the full internal energy is not much different from the powerful monks Leoric has seen.

The energy of a monk is called internal force, which is similar to the anger of a barbarian.

This kind of internal force is also the manifestation of spirit and will, and purity is the only limit that determines the power of moves.

As for the quantity...

The strongest group of monks has almost the same physical strength, but few of them exceed the limit.

It's all on that level.

"What would the gods suspect?

Probably suspicious of other gods.

That guy was so good when he was alive, why did he become one of the gods like me after he died? "

Craig cracked a Karasum-style joke with a look of serenity on his face.

"Demons have appeared in this world. Although I don't know how they did it, they were born from human bodies."

Craig said this, but the few people present didn't seem to care much.

Rorschach didn't care too much about Craig's understanding, after all, this guy has the part of an archangel of justice in his body,

Perhaps now he has not adapted to his new identity.

Leoric can understand that he doesn't care, this guy has seen a lot of parting.

Even after he died, as the Skeleton King, he saw how he took the lives of others,

A lack of reverence for life doesn't seem like a big deal.

It's just weird that Wayne doesn't respond.

"Wayne, I remember that you are the chosen heir of Korick, right?

His cherishment of life is a bit pathological, why are you indifferent? "

Craig asked curiously.

"I wonder if what you said is true."

Wayne said with a bitter face.

This doesn't sound like the truth, but rather a kind of burying of one's emotions.

"Then why don't you ask Kerik your question?

He said that you are very similar to him, except that you don't kill people.

Perhaps what you are asking is exactly what he has thought about for a long time? "

Craig scratched his forehead.

I don't know if it's the bad taste of the first generation Bulkelso,

When he left Craig's body, he took Craig's beautiful short curly hair with him.

Maybe male monks should be bald in his eyes?