Perhaps after this time, Israel will realize his shortcomings, but he has lost the power from balance!

“I guess Kanai has already completed what he wanted to do, right? Probably just outside the high-level heaven? Or somewhere in the Arreat Mountains?”

 Worusk's voice was filled with sadness.

 He understood what would happen if Kanai did such a thing.

 At this time, a golden artifact appeared in the Elder's Temple, and along with it appeared the soul of the "elder".

“Ahem! I feel like I’m at a loss! My body was torn apart by those bastards and buried somewhere. All my blood was poured into the ground, and I couldn’t even feel the specific location.

 The only good news is that I am a mage, not just a "magician" or a "necromancer", I am a "mage". My soul still has great power, and I know that protecting this box for a period of time is enough.

But what happens next is up to you, barbarians.

 And Warusk! Remember! Kanai’s Box is the name of that artifact!

Such a great artifact, don’t wield it like a war hammer!

 Also! Kanai asked me to tell you, you have to believe him, he will come back. But he hopes to see you sitting on that throne upright like a king when he comes back!

 The barbarians will face countless challenges without him!

You have to be tough, wanton, and arrogant!

Arrogant to the point of bursting! So wanton that it scares the enemy! So strong and brutal that even the devil is not far away to face him!

 Only in this way can the barbarians survive this period of time.

 Also, he said he would definitely come back.”

Elder, no, it should be said that Jotun Kule's figure turned into a small ball, wrapped up Kanai's Box and disappeared into the Elder's Temple.

Volusk didn't even look at the phantom of the first-generation Bulcaisso. He took out the armor that Kanai had given him and asked him to wear, and then walked to the throne resolutely, standing upright.

Sit on it!

 The door to the Elder’s Temple, which was closed at this time, was finally opened!

The first scene those barbarian warriors saw was Warusk in heavy armor sitting on the throne, with the gravel hammer hanging on his waist exuding a menacing aura!

 The long hair under the helmet is moving in the wind, and the helmet's visor position, the eyes are constantly exuding powerful anger!

“Let the best blacksmith among the savages come to me! I now have a pair of strong gloves, and a girdle that will enable me to overtake the cowardly ones who are running away with their backs to me!

 This is the request of your immortal king. I will make the barbarians a being that even demons will be afraid of!

 I am Volusk!
Chapter completed!