Dark Savages Come To the United States - Chapter 977 Rasma's visit

Bourkesso finally returned to the holy mountain of Harrogath.

He didn't put the Twilight Sword on his waist. Nephalem was more accustomed to keeping the weapon in his backpack when he wasn't using it.

"Yo, isn't this Ytherael? With just such a little authority, how could you be so weak? Did you do something bad?"

Bulkessel said with a sarcasm to Iseriel, who was about to leave the Temple of the Elders.

"Bourkesso, although I shouldn't be angry at this kind of remark, I still don't like this way of speaking."

Ithril raised his head haggardly and glanced at Bulkesso before speaking feebly.

"I respect the existence of high heaven, but I don't respect the archangel. I think you should understand the difference."

Bourkessel shook his head, he didn't like this guy Isreal.

For the archangel, Bourkesso can only maintain a basic respect.

"I don't want to understand a Nephalem's idea, but it doesn't matter, I have fulfilled my promise, and I will not easily appear in your sight after that."

Iseriel did not continue talking about the previous topic.

Just like the savage doesn't like the archangel, the archangel doesn't actually like the savage much.

"Then hope we never see each other again."

Bourkessel waved his hand, then took out a bottle of wine and threw it directly to Ithril.

Ithril didn't watch the wine bottle fall directly to the ground and turn into pieces, he naturally caught the bottle.

There is no good intentions or malice in this, and it has nothing to do with whether it is an opponent or not.

It's just a goodbye between two acquaintances, Ithril's tolerance is not that small.

"What a tough Nephalem."

Ytheriel said and shook his head, then left the Holy Mountain of Harrogath in a flash.

He was going to the high heaven to tell his brother what he saw during this time.

"What an unpleasant archangel." Bulkesso said, looking at Iseriel's disappearing figure.

"So why do you always have to mess with those guys? It's not clear, doesn't it make you bored?"

Vorusk walked out of the Elder Temple with a curious expression on his face.

"Vorusk, people must have a few friends, and if those archangels have no ill will towards humans, they are good friends."

Burkeseau said in a didactic tone.

"Then how many archangel friends do you have? Or angel friends?"

Volusk asked rhetorically.

Burkeseau: "One."

Vorusk: "Then what the **** are you talking about here?"

Bourkesso frowned, then pushed aside Vorusk and walked directly into the Elder's Temple.

This topic has reached this level, and there is no need to continue.

Burkessel felt that instead of feeling uncomfortable in Volusk, it would be better to look at the balance that Ytherel just paid.

Balance can effectively help him face the problems that may be encountered after the soul is complete.

This matter is still very important.

"What you want to do is not at all easier than my dream. What do you think?"

Volusk closed the door and walked in.

The torches in the Temple of the Elders are always on, but the lighting effect of the fire is not very good.

"Then I want to ask you what you thought at the time, forget it, I suddenly don't want to know.

Who knows how you found death. Although I don't know the specific process, I think it may be a very disgusting story. "

Burkeseau waved his hand.

"Actually, it's a little bit disgusting."

Vorusk spread his hands and said, with a smug expression on his face.

"Hey, my brother is coming, aren't you going to pick him up?"

The voice of the first generation ancestor sounded.

"Rasma? What is that guy doing on the holy mountain of Harrogath?"

Burkeseau asked.

"That guy doesn't have much enmity with barbarians. In fact, I still appreciate necromancers."

Volusk lowered his head and seemed to hide his gaze.

"Understood, you used a necromancer to find death, right?"

Bulkesso said it like a guess, and Volusk's body suddenly shook.

"You! You guessed wrong~ Haha, did I deceive you?"

Vorusk walked to his throne and sat directly on it. Lazily, he couldn't see that he was once the immortal king of barbarians.

"This has nothing to do with me. It's your business. You will naturally say what you want to say."

Burkeseau also sat on his throne, and his sitting posture was not very good.

There are no strangers in this place, and a little bit of randomness will not embarrass the barbarians.

"Unfortunately, I just feel that I don't want to talk about this topic anytime."

Volusk bared his teeth, and then lay directly on his throne.

"As for Rasma, as long as that guy is not stupid, he won't come to the door rashly. There are three ancestors guarding the door, just to see his attitude."

Burkeseau said.

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At the gate of the holy mountain, Korrick was sitting on the snow, and the first ancestor's revenge for killing Maddock was considered revenge for the time being.

Suddenly he became a little lazy.

"Korrick, I'm here to visit the barbarian."

Rasman's eerie voice startled Korrick.

Rasma's way of rushing on the road is quiet, and this kind of taste is quite uncomfortable for the savage.

These guys are used to using different battle cries to express different meanings in battle.

So they like to bluff twice at any time.

And the arrival of this guy Rasma really surprised Korrick.

"Fog grass! Rasma!"

Looking at the calm face in front of him, Korrick shouted uncontrollably.

"What's the matter? Rasma is here!?"

Talic's voice came from far away, and with the voice came Talic himself.

"Cough, it's really...

That Lord Rasma, what is the reason for you to come to Harrogath? "

Talic stopped directly in front of Rasma.

On the surface, he looks like he is leaning sideways to meet Rasma, but you can tell by looking at his hand holding the weapon.

This guy Talic is ready to fight Rasma at any time.

Necromancers are not evil, but that kind of spell is really uncomfortable.

This is also normal. It is the most normal situation for a living being to like life and hate death.

"I'm here to negotiate a condition with your Immortal King, of course it's not the type that you can't know."

Rasma didn't show a low voice.

As the guy who turned the profession of necromancer into a "priest of Rasma", Rasma would not bow his head easily.

Although he has made mistakes in many things before, Rasma will not lose confidence because of this.

"Korrick, keep watching the door howl, I'll take Rasma to the Temple of the Elders."

Talic also teased Korrick by the way, and Korrick just responded by giving Talic a finger.

Today, the gatekeeper is Korrick. This is the decision made by the two of them after guessing.

As for that guy Kahn, because he didn't help Talic and Korrick beat up the first ancestor,

Therefore, Kahn was unilaterally expelled from the ranks of the Three Ancestors by Talek and Kelic for one day.

Well, actually, Kahn didn't want to be silly with these two guys.

Sword Saint Kahn is the kind of savage who is more serious, and he doesn't like to play with his friends.

"I'll learn from you when I guess the next time. I'll give the opponent an eye-sealing punch first! Then I'll say that I won when the opponent can't see it."

Kelic sneered and shouted behind Tarek.

Talic didn't care, he took Rasma and walked towards the Elder's Temple.

"Your relationship is much better than I know."

There was a bit of envy in Rasma's eyes.

In the past, he also had this kind of feeling. At that time, he was just a nephalem who was not born strong.

This is how his brothers and sisters feel when they get along, they are noisy but very harmonious.

"Our relationship is good. Maybe it's because we haven't been together long enough, right? Time can kill all good feelings, and it can also make the past self stay in the past forever."

Tarek said noncommittally.

"Time is the most terrifying force. Perhaps there is no such closeness between the archangels as we think?" Rasma sighed.

"I don't know much about the archangel, but there is one thing I know.

That is, the archangels never fight each other, but that's not the case with Nephalem, and I don't know who started it. "

Talek said.

he does not know? It was fake, he knew very well that the first nephalem fight was done by the first ancestors, he killed Vasily.

As for whether there was Rasma's intervention or not, Tarik didn't care at all.

"Yeah, the way the archangels get along is something that Nephalem can't understand no matter what,"

Rasma went on and talked about this topic, but there was no response on the bright side.

"You're really a boring guy. You don't have any hobbies, right?"

Tarek said in such an impolite way.

This is a bit rash.

"I like to attend carnivals. You should know that the necromancer has a legend that is related to the banquet."

Rasma's voice didn't fluctuate in any way, which made Talic a little uncomfortable.

As for Ramos' hobby of attending banquets, Tarick has heard a little.

"Burning the carnival ball gown?"

Talic stammered out the name of the suit.

"Yes, I like to stay in an environment where everyone doesn't care about each other's identities."

Rasma's tone was a little stunned.

The corners of Tarek's mouth couldn't help but twitch. He really never thought that this guy Rasma would have such a hobby.

This is no longer a category that can be described as lonely.

"I think if you don't go to the dance pretending to be unknown to everyone, you might meet some good friends."

Tarek persuaded from the bottom of his heart.

"You look into my eyes and say it again?" Rasmana looked at Tarik with eyes colder than a dead man and said.

Talic just looked at Rasma for a moment, then turned his head with the corners of his mouth tugged.

Meeting eyes with Rasma had a big impact on my heart. It was not dangerous, but awkward.

The feeling of knowing that the other party is a living person, but it feels like he is looking at a corpse.

Talic immediately knew why Rasma was withdrawn, although Rasma probably wouldn't care that he was withdrawn.

"You won. The Temple of the Elders is in front of you. Not long after Bourkesso came back, he was inside."

Tariq immediately changed the subject.

When there is no need to fight, these barbarians are quite good at talking.

Even quite accommodating.

Among the barbarians, the only serious one is the old General Qualkek, who has passed away.

Most of the other barbarians are lone rangers, so they don't have the discipline of Old General Qualkek.

"This is Rasma, a guy like you would come to the barbarian territory."

Just as Rasma and the others were about to set foot in the square, a contemptuous voice sounded.

Needless to say, only the **** Hailab had such a tone when he spoke.

The ancestral spirits of the barbarians are already familiar with each other, and it doesn't matter if they recognize people by listening to their voices.

They can even know the identity of the person who issued the battle cry by listening to the battle cry, and even transmit some simple information from the battle cry.

Only barbarians have this ability.

"I think when I appear here as a Nephalem, I should be able to receive the courtesy of the barbarians."

Rasma said expressionlessly.

"Of course, anyone who can walk up to the holy mountain of Harrogath can get the most basic courtesy, but I personally don't like you, you don't need to care."

Hailab said and waved his hand.

Rasma did not express any opinion on this, he knew that people are different.

It's like some people like coriander and some people can't accept it at all.

He didn't have anything to say about it. After all, Hilabor just showed less enthusiasm, not even belittling.

"Ithril just left, and you're here again. I've never seen barbarian territory so popular before."

Hailab said in a somewhat exaggerated tone.

He was trying to test Rasma's purpose a little, at least to know if there was any connection between him and the high heaven.

"Actually, when the savage land was most popular, angels, demons, and Nephalem all gathered together."

Rasma said expressionlessly.

"Huh? When?" Hilabor was aroused by Rasma's words.

"When Tyrael detonated the World Stone, the two Demon Gods, the Archangel of Justice, and other Nephalems watched the battle."

When Rasma finished speaking, UU read www.uukanshu. com Hailab's expression became extraordinarily ugly.

There is nothing to be happy about in the battle of Arreat Sacred Mountain.

The bridge between the barbarian and Tyrael was also forged at that time.

"You're a **** can't speak."

Hilabor said with a bit of frustration.

"You seem to be very good at talking."

Rasma responded angrily.

Being teased by Hilabor like this, Rasma relaxed a lot.

"I will guard outside the Temple of the Elders. If someone can break into the Temple of the Elders, it only means that I can't defeat the intruder."

Hilabor said, and then directly dragged Tariq and the two of them and stayed where they were.

Rasma glanced at Helab and Talic, and then walked into the Elder's Temple by herself.

"Hey, when have you been the doorman of the Elder Temple?"

Talic asked Hilabor in a low voice.

"It started when I couldn't speak to him."

Hilabor really didn't feel that his words were a little embarrassing.

Hyrabo the Conqueror is always shameless.

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