Dark Savages Come To the United States - Chapter 1 The death of Harrogath

"When I inherited the name of my ancestor, Bulkesso, I rejected the title of the Immortal King. The barbarians have long lost their homeland under the attack of hell, so how can I be called the Immortal King?

The holy mountain of Harrogath was torn apart in front of the legions of hell, and the fortress of Seschelon became the residence of the devil.

Even if I cut off Diablo's disgusting head with my own hands, the lost compatriots have gone after the ancestors.

I am the only one left of the barbarians who have been devastated by the fires of war, and the armor on my body is also unbearable to swords.

Marthael, you are right, no one can defeat death! But barbarians never back down!

I! Burkesso! Keep your promise! I will always pour out my endless anger on you! "

Burkesso's voice changed from a low voice at the beginning to a loud roar at the end, and then issued a huge battle cry and rushed towards Malthael, the angel representing death.

The scattered blonde hair lost all luster in the face of death, and gradually became dry and pale.

"Barbarians are never afraid!" At the same time as Bulkesso let out a loud roar, he stomped heavily on the ground, and his body rose into the air like a cannonball!

Then, he fell down on Malthael, the symbol of death that defeated Tyrael and absorbed the power of the Demon Kings in the Soul Stone!

The two heavy swords in his hand were aimed at the head under the hood of Malthael who could not see the expression!

Jump cut!

This is a combat skill that Bulkesso inherited from his ancestors, and it was this blow that finally harvested the head of Diablo, the great demon god.

But this time was different. He knew very well that he would only get death in the face of Malthael. Because he does not have the power to fight death.

After all, this is not according to the plot trajectory in the Chaos Fortress, where Nephalem gathered all his strength to fight against Malthael.

He - Burkesso! Not a native barbarian, he was originally just an ordinary Diablo III player.

During the new season of Diablo III at home, I delusionally used the strength of the liver to defeat those electricity bill warriors and climbed to the top of the ladder. In the end, the qi of the liver degraded from the liver to the third stage of the power of the liver, and passed out on the computer. Before.

When he wakes up, he becomes a glorious barbarian warrior, but his name is the ID he picked up at the time - shirtless and tie.

Fortunately, there is no such thing as a tie in the world of Diablo, but it cannot avoid his embarrassment.

Because the name shirtless is just as ugly.

He wanted to change his name, but was not recognized. The reason is that the birth of every barbarian is the blessing of the ancestors, and the name is a sacred gift.

In order to get rid of this ridiculous name, he had to take the hand axe and a broken wooden shield that the newborn barbarians were gifted into the battlefield.

Valor and the blood of the demons brought the glory of victory, and he was the only victor in the battle in which the holy mountain of Harrogath was occupied by the demons.

In the battle that slaughtered the fortress of Seschelon, all that was fought was the flesh and blood of demon and barbarian warriors. In the end, he was the only one left standing there.

He won honor and victory, and finally got rid of the name shirtless and tie, although at this time he no longer cares about such things.

His valour and strength were recognized by his ancestors, and he inherited the name of the most powerful barbarian among the ancestors - Burkesso.

Just as he was preparing to rebuild the long-awaited new home for all the barbarians on the holy mountain of Harrogath, Malthael, who took the dark soul stone, appeared in front of his eyes.

At this time, neither the powerful monk Karashim from the Sky Temple nor the young barbarian warrior Sonya were by his side, but accompanied by the mage Li Min, who had always been at odds with him, in New Tristram. Nearby are the remaining demons to be wiped out.

Barbarians hate magic, because they were hurt by magic more than once in those days, until now barbarians have strong magic resistance.

Even so, Bulkessel didn't like magic, even though the elders of the barbarians seemed to be able to use the power of magic.

Nazbo, the witch doctor with bent legs and taller than the average person, should be tinkering with his voodoo in an invisible place, and the beautiful but always wearing hooded witcher Vera should also be honing in the Avengers camp. Flying knife.

As for Crusader Johanna, I heard that she was helping the angels repair the buildings destroyed by the war in the high heaven.

As for the gloomy fellows of the Necromancer, Bulkessel knew almost nothing about them.

The sudden arrival of Malthael turned the area into a pasture of death, and the fellow barbarians who responded to Bulkesall's call quickly turned to gravel before death, dissipated in the wind, and then sprinkled on Haro Above the eternal snow on the Holy Mountain of Gasth.

"Malthael! You can't get anything but a sword from a barbarian!"

Burkeseau roared with red eyes, and slashed his swords heavily towards this archangel who once represented wisdom!

"I've got it, I've got death!" Malthael's voice was hoarse and low, and he held the Reaper of Souls radiating cold light above his head, facing Bulkesso's double swords!

The dark and cold cold light shone on the evil sickle, and the anger-filled red light on the double swords was soaring!

At the moment when the roar sounded, the force on Bourkesso's double knives was like the fall of the holy mountain of Hagaros, and Massail was staggered.

But as Marthael said, no one can stop death.

The two knives slammed heavily on the ground, leaving a deep pit, the ground was sunken, and the walls around the deep pit locked the two of them in a gladiatorial arena.

Bulkasso had no time to adjust his posture, and the gray-black fog silently shrouded him who had just landed. Bulkasso, who had never experienced a feeling of weakness since stepping on the battlefield, was instantly weak in his hands. The two knives were almost unstoppable.

"The Nephalem will definitely stop you." The arrogance ignited by anger on Bourkesso's body was gradually dissipating along with his weakness, and finally returned to peace!

But the rage of the barbarian will never be quelled until the moment of death, and now Bourkesso's rounded eyes are still shining with ardent fire, as if everything will be burnt out at any time.

"It's a pity that you, as a Nephalem, didn't do that." Malthael was still hiding under the hood, speaking plainly as if he was telling something destined.

"XIA!" Bourkesso let out the last battle cry, he condensed all his anger and gathered it on his hands!

The most powerful power he possesses, who has inherited the name Bulkesso, does not come from the charge and the power of the earth inherited from the ancestor of the bull tribe named Lekor, nor does it come from the second generation of the immortal king, Volusk. The power of ancestors!

It is the origin of Bulkesuo's double knives, represented by the wasteland wasteland suit, the power of nature and anger from the Storm Tribe!

From the tribe of storms and raptors, the power of the storm in nature, accompanied by the endless rage of the barbarians, is setting off a hurricane that can destroy everything!

The whirlwind was generated from Bulkessel's double blades, blowing the thick fog of death into pieces.

Bulkesso's two knives slashed over his head, and along with his waist and footsteps, he poured out the endless rage of the barbarians towards Malthael!

"Whirlwind!"

Whirlwind is a skill that can be used indefinitely. As long as the barbarian's anger is not dissipated, then this power will never stop.

Bulkasso's body danced with the two knives, lightning flashed and thundered in the storm, and the whirlwind generated countless sickle itachios that spread around, and the red light on Bulkasso's body ignited again. , that is the truest manifestation of anger.

The storm is a gift of natural power, and under the impetus of anger, bursts of thunder erupted in the storm.

Malthael picked up the Reaper of Souls again, and a red gem in his body was exuding a breathtaking red light.

"Children of angels and demons, you must know everything with the blood of demons, and I will give them death in advance."

Malthael's hoarse voice said these words, and with it came a death that was fair to all things.

The gift of death is neither more nor less, and everything that exists will receive its fair gift. It's just that death is in the hands of Malthael, and Malthael decided to give this fair gift in advance.

"I'll let you experience death for yourself!" Bulkesso's body slammed into Malthael's arms with a storm and thunder, and his two knives slashed into the darkness that contained the power of the Great Demon God in no particular order. on the soul stone.

With a sound of "Boom", the Dark Soul Stone was ignited in the endless anger of the barbarians, and then detonated!

An unprecedented explosion was born on the holy mountain of Harrogath. The entire snow-capped mountain disappeared with the explosion, and finally the high mountain turned into a plain. In the original position, only the damaged robes were left, which looked a little embarrassed. Malthael and his ever-increasing army of Soul Reavers—and the shards of the Dark Soul Stone!

Bulkasso's last attack shattered the dark soul stone, and the power of the demon kings has been completely absorbed by Malthael. At this moment, he is no longer a pure angel of death, nor is he a container for the regeneration of the demon kings. . Instead, it turned into a state where demons and angels coexist, or Malthael became a Nephalem!