Dark Savages Come To the United States

Among Candulas at this time, Leoric was sitting silently on his throne.

If this seat can still be regarded as a throne.

Has anyone ever seen a king alone?

Leoric was full of doubts.

[Does what I do really make sense?

Can what I give and what I get really bring everything back to the way it started? 】

Such questions filled everything in Leoric in the past time.

Whether it's when he's the Skeleton King or when he's the king of Candulas.

He is still hesitating like this.

Half of Leoric's face is a human face, and the other half is that skeleton!

The crown on the head is as gorgeous as ever, but there are no gems on the crown as decoration.

Extending from under half of the skeleton's face is a skeleton's shoulder and an arm that can only be seen with thick bones.

Leoric is already the Skeleton King, even though he can appear in human form now, and can rule this reborn Candulas as a "human".

But he's already Skeletron.

"Bulkelso, can I trust you?"

Leoric said in a low voice, as if he was asking Bulkelso who was not in this place at the time.

The human half of his face smiled, as if he had Bulkeso's answer in the affirmative.

...

"Bulkelso, can I trust you?"

In the tomb that Leoric built for himself, he asked the young barbarian in front of him.

The name Bulkelso was quite impressive to Leoric.

The original Nephalem, creator of forges and weapons.

The one and only that the violent and angry force points to!

After Leoric turned into a huge skeleton, this was the first time he saw a barbarian who was not hostile and angry coming to him.

So he opened his mouth and said these words.

"You can't trust me because I don't know what I'm going to do.

Skeletron, I know about your past, but please don't ask me why I know all this.

I just have a feeling that I can help you. "

At that time, there was no old Bulkasso standing in place, like a mountain range.

The breath on his body is as cold as the cold wind in the mountains, but he can feel the heat of the blood flowing in his body in the cold.

Life seems to be slowly blooming in the cold wind and snow.

Most of the branches buried by the snow seem to be accumulating their own power to germinate in the snow.

"Bur Kesso, representative of nature.

Or you have mastered nature, so why are you not the Immortal King? "

Asked this from the mouth of the huge skeleton sitting slumped on the throne.

A faint blue flame was slowly burning in the hollow eye sockets.

At this time, he wasn't crazy at all.

It's not at all like the Skeleton King's demeanor said by the tomb robbers who escaped from the royal tomb by chance.

"Ha, why should I be the Immortal King?

Just to be regarded as a god and a legend one day, let the clansman carve a statue for me?

There is nothing special about what the Immortal King represents, but it can bear the fate of a family.

After doing this, is there any difference between being an immortal king? "

Bulkelso sat cross-legged directly in front of the Skeleton King.

Even Bulkelso's figure is very tall and burly.

But in front of the Skeleton King, who was almost four meters tall, he still looked like a child.

The barbarian and the Skeleton King sat face to face. The Skeleton King moved his head a little, but soon there was no movement.

"So barbarian, what is your purpose in coming here?

Kill me, get rid of the Skeleton King who was only guarding his wealth during his lifetime, and then leave here with the buried wealth of Candulas?

Then, become a legend amidst the rave and adoration of the Tomb Raiders? "

Leoric said lazily.

At this time, Leoric looked extraordinarily calm.

"I don't have this plan, it's just that I heard a piece of news.

A chance to conquer all, to end all, to stop being the pet of angels and demons.

I'll just say it straight, I heard you have a dark soul stone here. "

Bulkelso spoke very casually, and didn't even look at the Skeleton King in front of him.

He walked all the way in front of the Skeleton King, breaking countless bones.

I don't know how many ghosts have been broken by the oathkeeper in my hand.

But only in front of the Skeleton King, Bulkelso did not show any hostility.

Just because Skeleton King didn't attack first...

"May I know who you got it from?

Dark soul stone, this thing brings me endless sadness.

So how did you know about it?

have you met my son

Or did he find the notes he left in this world? "

Leoric wasn't the slightest bit excited.

He just asked calmly, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

Skeleton King is not among the ranks of the dead.

Because the dead should honestly be a corpse without any action.

But he is not a living person, and a living person will not act in the image of a skeleton.

Skeletron is nothing more than a sacrilege of life.

"You mean Aidan?

He's a hero, that's all.

To be blunt, I found out about it from Imprius.

Not long ago, I just came back from the high-level heaven, although that guy was rough.

But surprisingly he's a nice guy, at least I don't feel pressured to deal with him. "

Bulkelso took out a clay pot from his backpack as he spoke, and the pot carried a strong atmosphere of high-level heaven.

Although Leoric did not set foot in the high heavens when he was alive.

But this breath is still very familiar.

The Holy Light Cathedral likes to use some precious-looking crystal bottles to hold these things.

They call this liquid the fountain of heaven.

Leoric once wondered if this was really the spring water in the high-level paradise, but now even if he knew it, he could only satisfy his curiosity.

"Is this thing really the spring water in the high-level paradise?"

Well, Leoric's skeleton is still curious.

Curiosity about the unknown is a good sign.

At least curiosity can make him more like a special life.

"That's right, there's a fountain in the High Heavens, surrounded by jars.

I then took a jar and put some spring water in it.

I plan to try brewing some wine to drink this thing.

You know, food is still precious in this world, but only to barbarians.

There is no way, who made the land around the holy mountain of Arreat frozen as hard as iron, it is really too difficult to farm on the holy mountain of Arreat. "

Bulkelso and Leoric talked like old friends for many years.

They had never met before, which I have to say was kind of weird, but not that weird.

"Your power should be able to easily change all landscapes, why not?"

Leoric was curious again.

Everything about Bulkhasso shows that he has mastered the power of nature.

He should be able to change things like climate and landform at will.

But such a Bulkasso would be distressed because the land in the Arreat Mountains is not suitable for farming?

"The reason why nature is called nature is of course because they have naturally become like this.

Do I need to turn mountains into valleys? Let the snow turn into an ocean?

That's not nature, that's ruining it all. "

There was a strange sense of superiority in Bulkelso's eyes, which made Leoric feel a little bit dissatisfied.

Just a barbarian, where does this sense of superiority come from?

There's nothing wrong with the barbarians being a long civilization, but those of them who have been struggling to survive don't have much time to document the culture.

This is one of the reasons why barbarians are always looked down upon in the fertile human world.

A group of powerful fighters, the first difficulty they face every day is whether they can feed their families today?

This seems very funny.

"Let's go back to the original topic.

You learned from Imprius that I have a brand new dark soulstone?

The Archangel of Courage I've never met him, how did he know?

Even before I die, I hope these archangels will appear in front of me and save my country.

Those guys actually exist? "

There was a little madness in Leoric's voice.

Along with this emotion, the cold atmosphere in Leoric's tomb began to spread.

"Those guys are not omnipotent, so you better calm down.

I don't want to smash your rotten bones with the heavy knife in my hand.

You better be able to communicate with me properly! "

A flash of anger flashed across Burkasso.

The anger made Leoric calm down again.

Even the virtuous king of Candullas, aloft in life, had to think carefully about coming face to face with the wrath of a barbarian.

Because these guys don't have more time to learn the etiquette that is popular in the human world.

So their attitude is written on their faces.

The breath of natural authority on Bulkasso already showed his strength.

But this is not surprising.

After all, it would be a bit too ridiculous if a barbarian who can be called Bull Casso is not even a legend.

When dealing with savages, only one man has the right to be irascible.

Unless it's two savages dealing with each other, there's no situation where two people are entitled to be irascible.

"Okay, now I want to know how you communicate with him?

If he knew that there was a dark soul stone in my hand, he should choose to keep his mouth shut.

After all, I'm not here to wait for a nephalem like you to come.

This dark soul stone is also a surprise I intend to leave to the devil of hell.

A living person with normal thinking or even a noble mind can't bear the whispers of the devil king of hell, so a dead crazy skeleton can always bear it, right?

Although I don't mind that the one sealed in such a dark soul stone is an archangel. "

Leoric very naturally stated his purpose of staying here.

He is willing to stay in this place with this attitude, isn't it just to wait for an existence that he resents?

It doesn't matter whether it's an archangel or a hell devil, in Leoric's eyes, the two are equally hateful.

As for angels and demons in general?

Those guys are probably not the opponents of Leoric at this time.

Naturally, Leoric will not have any fear.

"When I stuffed the crock pot into the fountain to hold the water, that guy rushed out without saying a word.

Fountains can be seen everywhere in the high heavens, and I don't understand why that bastard Imprius would be so reluctant to part with such a small amount of spring water.

So we had a fight.

He said that one day he would seal me in the dark soul stone.

That's hilarious, wouldn't it be nice to try to shut me up and just kill me?

I'm just a barbarian, not an immortal existence. "

Bulkeso looked at the crock pot, as if he wanted to see why the things inside were so important to Imprius.

Leoric's gaze finally settled on the crock in Bulkelso's hand.

Well, there's a smell of bones on it.

Still full bodied.

Judging from Leoric's rich experience in manipulating bones as the Skeleton King, this crock should be an urn.

Well, after Leoric discovered this, he understood why Imprius was so excited.

Of course, the high-level heaven will not begrudge a little bit of the fountain of heaven.

That is nothing but spring water to the angels.

Even for humans, this thing is just a prop used by weak humans to expel equally weak demons and ghosts.

The problem was with the urn.

Angels use the spring of heaven for their daily washing and drinking.

Bulkelso used urns for water?

What's the difference between this and stuffing rotting corpses into someone else's water source?

If someone used an urn to hold food for Leoric, then Leoric, a lazy bone, would also stand up from his throne.

Then use the madman's scepter to break that idiot's bones piece by piece!

"Haven't you ever thought that the problem is the crock in your hand?"

Leoric suddenly felt helpless.

Of course he noticed that Bulkelso in front of him was not a regular barbarian.

Ordinary barbarians, not to mention the issue of strength, at least would not chat with him as a skeleton here.

According to Leoric's experience, if a team of adventurers came to his tomb and were lucky enough to enter this hall.

Then what the barbarian has to do is definitely roar, and then fly in front of him with a jump.

But the Bulkelso in front of him not only didn't have any intention of fighting, he even sat opposite him and talked with him.

Just for a dark soul stone whose name is not a good thing?

"This thing is really dirty, and the dust inside has accumulated a thick layer.

So I dumped the dust on the ground before filling the spring water, and then washed the crock. "

Bulkasso said indifferently.

Hearing this, Leoric quickly changed to a more comfortable sitting position.

What Bulkelso did was nothing short of provocative to High Heaven.

It was something Leoric wanted to do but didn't have the chance to do.

He now has a better impression of the barbarian in front of him who asked him for the Dark Soul Stone.

"So, how did you escape Imprius' pursuit?"

Leoric asked such a question.

"Escape? Why escape?

I pressed Imprius' head directly into the spring water, and he murmured for a long time before I understood what he said.

That's why I came to this place to ask you for that dark soul stone.

This time, I'm going to let those bastards of the Devil King of Hell get out of here!

It's best to be packed full, just like the big tank in front of my house is full of meat! "

When Bulkelso said this, his expression was a little ferocious.

When facing the archangel, Bulkelso didn't have much awe of Lao Shizi, but when facing the demon king of hell, Bulkelso was full of contempt and hostility.

At this time, Leoric realized that if he really planned to take revenge on the high heavens and the burning hell, then Bulkelso would be the best candidate.

It is even more convenient and quicker than him fishing on this lonely throne.

So Leoric made an interesting and bold decision!

He wants to hand over the most important prop in his collection for revenge to this funny barbarian!

This chapter and the next are supposed to tell the part of the story where Bul-Kelso has locked away his fears and past memories.

Counting this chapter, it will be finished within three chapters at most...

If I can't finish the three chapters, then I will write a big chapter, and I will definitely end this part of the story within three chapters...