The conversation between Cassius and Panar is still going on.

But Banar had already put down the wood in his hand at this time.

“The elders that Hailabe wants are not in the present, but in the future.

This is probably what he thinks, but who can convince Burkeso to put down what he has at hand and start laying out the layout decades later?”

Banar said word by word as he looked at Cassius.

When facing Cassius, he did not feel any pressure.

After all, in the battle of life and death, Banar is more likely to be the winner than Cassius.

Although Cassius may be able to press Banar to the ground and beat him up in a one-on-one fight.

"Herabba couldn't not know about this, but he was determined to tell us that he wanted to rebuild the elders' group, and even he moved out of Kana to talk about it."

Cassius said thoughtfully.

"Haha, Hirab is not Burkeso, he can lie, and he is also very good at lies.

Although we often look down on lies.”

Panar's eyes were clear and deep.

He just looked at Cassius quietly, which made Cassius feel a little embarrassed.

"I'm not here to discuss the issue of lies and truth with you.

I just need to know what the hell are you thinking about, on the question of the future of the savages!”

Cassius's voice became a little louder, perhaps because he didn't have much confidence in his words, so he had to use a louder voice to try to increase persuasion.

"Casius, you're just worried.

Or I'm more blunt, you're afraid."

Panar said.

He did not show a sarcastic expression at this time, although there would be nothing wrong if he did this.

"I!" Lan

Cassius spit out a word violently, and was interrupted by Panar.

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at what you are now.

You look like a dog trampling on your tail.

I don’t understand that you are dead, and now you are not alive and immortal. What are you afraid of?

In my opinion, we ancestor spirits should be like me before, just being a fighting puppet is the best.

Dead people don’t need to think so many things, and we can’t change anything.”

Banar had no intention of saving face for Cassius.

His eyes were like a lofty audience examining the actors on the stage.

The audience will not care much about what kind of psychological activities an actor has when performing.

“Vorusk gave us the power to change, although this power is not what we want.

But since we have received this gift, shouldn’t we do something?”

Cassius finally calmed down, although it was a bit self-deprecating.

At this time, he had to painfully admit that what Banar was right.

He was like a wild dog who was panicked by his tail.

“What are you going to do?

To stop Burkeso's way of acting that never rested?

Or should I stand in front of the Archangel and ask them not to use those calculations against Nefitian?

Or should we catch the devils one by one and persuade them not to use Nefitian as food?

In fact, you still can't do anything."

Banar's eyes lowered.

He reached out his hand to pick up the wood he had put down before from the ground.

The doghouse he is at hand has not been built yet.

"I can at least fill your face with old fists."

Cassius said stubbornly.

“Yes, of course you can.

Then what?”

Banar said without raising his head.

"Then...and I can go back to sleep." Lan

After Cassius said this, he couldn't help laughing.

Yes, then what?

This is the essence of the problem.

"No reasonless anger is always empty, and when we are the strongest, we are undoubtedly the moment when we have experienced all the tragedies.

Then what?

Revenge? This is for granted.

The only good news in my opinion is probably when our revenge is never over.

Demons will never be killed completely.

You and I have to admit that if the demons can be cleaned up, we have to ask ourselves every day after we open our eyes, ‘then’.”

Banar was very casual, he didn't seem to care how Cassius would react to his words.

Even if Cassius was so angry that he took action to attack, it didn't matter.

Banar felt very slow about the damage.

Although Cassius made the legendary barbarian with his skill of ignoring pain.

But ignoring the pain is still not as good as Banar's.

Although the barbarians of the three Tagos tribes are all fighting modes with rage as the core.

But their specific performance is actually completely different.

Hailabe constantly repairs his state to ensure that his combat effectiveness will not decline.

Cassius directly ignored the protection of life such as pain to ensure that his movements during combat will not be deformed at all.

As for Banar, he really didn't care about anything.

In battle, there is only the idea of ​​killing all demons.

And the difference between them on the battlefield may be more obvious.

Herab constantly exchanges his injuries for the devil's life.

Cassius' choice is "You hit yours, I hit mine", and he will never change his attack rhythm.

As for Panar...

When he was hit, he would scream and his movements would be deformed due to severe pain.

There has never been any amazing high-standard action standards in Panar’s battle process.

He was more like a crazy angry beast roaring and tearing apart everything around him to hurt him.

There is only one reliance on Panar’s battle, that is, his life is hard!

“So, what are you going to do now?

Just staying in this woods and doing nothing?

Then create a home for your beloved little animal?”

Cassius asked.

He obviously couldn't respond to Panar's words.

After all, that kind of problem is not something he would consider.

“I didn’t do anything.

I am strengthening the protection on the Holy Mountain.

Although I don't know what Helabe saw in the Temple of the Elders, I could probably guess what the first ancestors would do.

Harrogas is Nefitian's last line of defense, so it's not surprising that it's a little reinforced."
To be continued...