You know, food is still precious in this world, but it is only valuable to barbarians.

There is no way, who made the land around the Holy Mountain of Arreat freeze as hard as iron, and it is too difficult to farm on the Holy Mountain of Arreat."

Bulcasso and Leoric talked like old friends for many years.

They had never met before, so it was a bit strange, but it didn't seem that strange.

"Your power should be able to easily change all the landforms. Why not do this?"

Leoric was curious again.

Everything about Bulcasso indicates that he has mastered the power of nature.

Things like climate and landforms should be something he can change at will.

But such a Bulkesso would actually be distressed because the land in the Arreat Mountains is not suitable for farming?

"The reason why nature is called nature is of course because they naturally become like this.

Do I need to turn the mountains into deep valleys? Let the snow turn into the ocean?

That’s not natural, that’s destroying everything.”

There was a strange sense of superiority in Bulcaisel's eyes, which made Leoric a little bit dissatisfied.

He is just a savage. Where does this sense of superiority come from?

There is nothing wrong with barbarians having a long civilization, but they have been struggling to survive and have not had much time to record culture.

This is one of the reasons why barbarians are always despised in the rich human world.

A group of powerful warriors, the first difficulty they face every day is whether they can feed their families today?

This seems very funny.

"Let's go back to the topic at the beginning.

Did you know from Imprius that I have a brand new Dark Soul Stone?

I have never met that Archangel of Courage, how did he know?

Even before I died, I hoped that these archangels would appear in front of me and save my country.

Do those guys really exist?"

There was a little bit of madness in Leoric's voice.

With this emotion, the cold atmosphere began to spread in Leoric's tomb.

"Those guys are not omnipotent, so you better calm down.

I don't want to break your rotten bones with the heavy knife in my hand.

You'd better communicate with me properly!"

A moment of anger flashed across Bulcasso's body.

The anger made Leoric calm down again.

Even the wise king of Khanduras, who was aloof when he was alive, had to think carefully when coming face to face with the wrath of a barbarian.

These guys don't have more time to learn the etiquette that is popular in the human world now.

So their attitudes are written on their faces.

The aura of natural authority in Bulcaisel's body already illustrates his power.

But this is not strange.

After all, it would be ridiculous if a barbarian named Bulcaisel was not even a legend.

When dealing with savages, only one has the right to be violent.

Unless it's two barbarians dealing with each other, there will be a situation where both people are qualified to be violent.

"Okay, now I want to know how you communicate with him?

If he knew that I had the Dark Soul Stone in my hand, he should choose to keep silent.

After all, I'm not here just to wait for the arrival of a Nephalem like you.

This Dark Soul Stone is also a surprise I plan to leave to the Hell Demon King.

Living people with normal or even noble thinking cannot bear the whispers of the devil of hell, so a dead and crazy skeleton can bear it, right?

Although I don’t mind that the one sealed in such a dark soul stone is an archangel.”

Leoric explained his purpose of staying here very naturally.

Isn't he willing to stay in this place with this attitude just to wait for an existence that he resents?

It doesn't matter whether it's the Archangel or the Demon King of Hell. In Leoric's eyes, they are both equally hateful.

As for angels and demons in general?

Those guys are probably no match for Leoric at this time.

Naturally, Leoric would not have any fear.

"When I put the earthen jar into the fountain to fill it with water, the guy rushed out without saying a word.

Fountains can be seen everywhere in the higher heavens. I don't understand why that bastard Imprius is reluctant to part with such a small amount of spring water.

So we had a fight.

He said that one day he would seal me in the Dark Soul Stone.

It's really funny. If you want to shut me up, wouldn't it be better to just kill me?

I'm just a barbarian, not an immortal being."

Bulcaisel took the jar and looked at it, as if he wanted to see why the thing inside was so important to Impris.

Leoric's eyes finally fell on the earthen jar in Bulcasso's hand.

Yeah, it smells like corpses.

Still very rich.

Judging from Leoric's extensive experience in manipulating bones as the Skeleton King, this crock should be an urn.

Well, when Leoric discovered this, he understood why the Prius was so excited.

Of course, high-level heaven will not begrudge a little bit of the spring of heaven.

It is nothing but spring water to angels.

Even for humans, this thing is just a tool used by weak humans to expel equally weak demons and ghosts.

The problem lies with the urn.

The angels use the spring of heaven for daily washing and drinking.

Burquesso used an urn to hold water?

What's the difference between this and stuffing rotting corpses into someone else's water source?

If someone had used an urn to serve food to Leoric, the lazy Leoric would have stood up from his throne.

Then use the mad king's scepter to break that idiot's bones piece by piece!

"Have you never thought that the problem lies with the earthen pot in your hand?"

Leoric suddenly felt helpless.

Of course he realized that the Bulcaisel in front of him was not a regular barbarian.

Not to mention the issue of strength, ordinary barbarians would not at least have a casual chat with a skeleton like him here.

According to Leoric's experience, if a team of adventurers came to his tomb and were lucky enough to enter this hall.

Then what the barbarian must do is to roar loudly and then fly in front of him with a jumping slash.

But the Bulcaisuo in front of him not only had no intention of fighting, he even sat opposite him and chatted with him.

Just for a dark soul stone that doesn’t sound like a good thing just by the name?

"This thing is really dirty, and there is a thick layer of dust inside.

So before filling it with spring water, I poured the dust on the ground and washed the jar."

Bulcasso said with an indifferent expression.

Upon hearing this, Leoric quickly changed to a more comfortable position and sat.

What Bulkesso did was simply a provocation to the higher heavens.

This is something Leoric wanted to do but didn't have the chance to do.

He now has a better impression of the barbarian in front of him who begged him for the Dark Soul Stone.

"So, how did you escape Imprius' pursuit?"

Leoric asked such a question.
To be continued...