Hailab said with a smile.

"You know that's not what I meant!"

Warusk shouted angrily.

"I'm just saying, great Volusk, your great legend is far from over.

So tell me honestly, when do you plan to bring your career to an end?"

Hailab said meaningfully.

After he said these words, he turned around and left.

He was going to meet Craig and ask the two people who studied with him if they had gained anything.

Then see if they can ask that guy Orek to help them open a secret realm and let them experience it.

All-out battle doesn't seem far away, especially now that Lilith still exists!

Warusk watched Helab walk away step by step, and after being silent for a long time, he slowly spoke.

"The legend belonging to the second Immortal King has ended long ago, but the legend belonging to the barbarian Volusk indeed lacks a heroic enough ending."

Warusk's voice was small.

"So you plan to challenge Lilith head-on?"

The voice of the first generation ancestor suddenly appeared.

All of a sudden, the heroic atmosphere that Warusk had nurtured before was completely destroyed.

Warusk felt the taste of social death in an instant, and he reached out to cover his forehead in pain.

"First generation ancestor, you should learn to shut up."

Warusk said with pain.

"The story of the first Immortal King has become a legend, but the story of the original barbarians is not over yet."

The first ancestor imitated Volusk's previous tone and said.

Immediately after saying these words, a series of loud laughter broke out.

"That's what you said, right? Each of you is definitely planning to laugh me to death.

Even if human beings die, the sanctuary will continue to exist under another name.

Don't think of yourself as a savior. As for sacrifice... I'm not sure."

When the first generation ancestor talked about sacrifice, he calmed down his emotions a little.

Sacrifice is indeed noble, but it would be ridiculous to think that sacrificing oneself can bring about the desired results.

Sacrificing is just to make the future you want come sooner, not that you will definitely get the results you want as long as you sacrifice.

The first generation Nephalem went through too much.

"I will give my legend a satisfactory ending. As for you, I don't think Bulcaisel will keep you."

Warusk sighed and said.

"What does that have to do with you? Don't think so much, just enjoy fighting in the last days of your existence."

The voice of the first generation ancestor became a little softer, and at this time he seemed like a real elder.

"Also, don't wait any longer. Although I don't know what Bulkesso plans to do, he is always impatient."

After the first generation ancestor finished speaking, there was a bottle of wine on the ground that looked a bit old.

"This is what I just discovered, the last gift that Madoc left for you and his friends. This is the bottle that belongs to you."

After the first generation ancestor finished speaking, there was no more movement.

Warusk bent down and picked up the bottle, then wiped the dust on the bottle.

"'The best bite when good things come'? This name is really... full of regrets." Warusk said while reading the writing on the bottle.

"What, an angel is at the gate of the Holy Mountain. It's that guy Dies. I remember you have a good relationship with him?" The voice of the first generation ancestor came out again.

The sudden sound made Warusk's hands tremble violently. He was frightened.

"You either don't make a sound, or you say hello before you make a sound!" Warusk shouted angrily.

He almost dropped the bottle and broke it!

"I'm just reminding you that even if I don't make a sound, you will still be disturbed by the three ancestors guarding the door." The first generation ancestor said.

"Shut up now! I don't want to hear your voice for the next few days!"

The first ancestor roared.

"Ancestor Warusk, the angel named Diesh said he was stopping by to visit you." Talik walked in directly.

"Talik, can you knock before you come in? The door of the Elder's Temple is made of stone, not a curtain made of leather!"

Warusk said.

Talik took a few steps back and walked to the open door of the Elder's Temple, knocking on the stone door.

"I understand, just ask him to come here directly." Warusk said weakly.

In this short period of time, he was stimulated several times, and the feeling was not pleasant at all.

Talik nodded, then turned and left.

After his footsteps were far away, Warusk raised his hand and pressed his head firmly.

He was already a dead man, but he felt the long-lost rise in blood pressure.

"When I became the Immortal King, none of the compatriots around me were as irritating as you!"

Warusk said to himself.

"I remember that the barbarians around you looked at you with admiration, and then charged after you?"

Dieche's voice suddenly rang out.

Warusk put down the hand covering his forehead with an expressionless expression. He was almost used to the sudden sound.

Or rather numb.

"Long time no see, Diesh. I heard that you were killed by Leoric before?"

Warusk said with a smile.

"Yes, it's difficult for angels to grow in power. It's not like your nephalem will undergo earth-shaking changes in a short period of time.

I remember when we first met, you were still a skinny little kid."

Angel Dieche talked about the past.

"But now I can hit ten of you at the same time without any effort."

Warusk smiled, and it was a sincere smile. Angel Diesh was much more popular than the archangels.
Chapter completed!