"Tell me what you are planning.

Vanguard generals rarely hesitate here."

Gruchak's trusting voice moved Karga.

"I'm a little envious of Madoc.

It's just that I really couldn't find a suitable goal to make myself peaceful.

I also want to experience the feeling of fighting with two weapons on the battlefield.

Through constant charge, I was able to wake up from countless nightmares.

I haven't been angry for too long. I feel like my blood cannot boil in the ice and snow of Harrogath.

I don’t even know who I should turn to for help now.”

Calga put the flagpole in his hand on the ground.

He is really a little lost now.

"That's it?"

Gruchak said with an indifferent expression.

"I thought you were starting to think about random things like that idiot Nilasek.

If you ask me to say that magic and other things are all unreliable, I might as well believe in my own muscles!

At least as long as you eat more meat, the muscles will never escape from your body.

Isn’t this better than your damn magic?”

Gruchak didn't know what he had figured out, and he smiled a little wildly.

“Are you worried that I will be corrupted by a self-deceiving lie about ‘protecting the continuation of my tribe’?

You really think too much.

If what Nilasek thought back then was really what he said, then he would not have appeared in front of Bulcaisel in the form of a devil.

That's just him finding a reason for himself to be afraid."

Calga stopped thinking about those questions.

A long time, and a long time was spent in a state of death.

At this time, it was somewhat difficult for these barbarian ancestors to keep themselves relatively normal.

"By the way, where is Rumlow now?"

Calga asked.

"It seems that he went to that dream prison, and he said he was going to find the whereabouts of Mocott.

Didn't anyone tell him that Mocott would have come back long ago if he wanted to come back?

Isn’t it that the legendary merciless man has softened his heart again?”

Gruchak said with some helplessness.

Although the tribe with the most powerful barbarians born was the Bucks, and then the most powerful Bull tribe.

Others, such as Big Bear, Tagus and the Storm Tribe, rarely have such irrefutable top warriors.

But this does not mean that only powerful tribes can cultivate the most warriors.

Speaking of which, the tribe that provided the most warriors to the barbarians as a whole was still the pure Tagus tribe.

As long as a normal human being with emotions can have the emotion of anger.

Compared with the unique training methods of several other tribes, the Tagus tribe's way of training warriors is much easier.

If the child is not angry? Then let him fight with other children.

If you don't dare to fight, it doesn't matter much if you become a cowardly child after being beaten.

The labor force of his Gouzi tribe is actually a weakness compared to the number of warriors.

The emergence of a child who is not suitable for display becomes something worth celebrating.

“Isn’t the title Wu Mercy used to remind him of himself from the beginning?

But a bad good guy is a bad good guy.

As long as he uses what he gets to help others, then we have nothing to say.

Even if he takes everything on his own, it is still his own choice.

So, what are you going to do?"

Calga said helplessly.

Although everyone has existed together as dead people on the Holy Mountain for many years.

Whether it is the Holy Mountain of Arreat or the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, they have long been accustomed to each other.

But this view of each other will not change anything just because of familiarity.

Rather, it is because they are too familiar with each other that their views on each other have become more deeply rooted.

"I want to go and have a look, but Bulcasso is not on the Holy Mountain right now.

If Rumlow can find Mocott, the enemies Mocott faces will become his enemies.

Do you really think it was the right thing for this young warrior to die at this time?"

Gruchak said this mysteriously.

It sounds somewhat convincing.

But in fact, Karga would not believe Gruchak's statement.

"You want to find an opportunity to send Mokete to sleep directly, right?"

Calga frowned and said.

Gruchak is probably the only barbarian on the Holy Mountain who has such feelings of pity for Mokot.

It's like Gruchak is a good old guy.

But in fact, he just wanted his childhood idol to sleep early.

Mocott is still a bit too kind, even though he won't show mercy when fighting.

But once the matter involves humans, that guy will take the lives he kills as his responsibility.

Gruchak couldn't understand this insane approach.

This is normal.

Hanhan's thoughts are much simpler than those of ordinary people.

Calgar has suspected something for a long time.

He was wondering if Gruchak, the idiot, didn't understand what death was all about?

That's right, Gruchak is the only guy who thinks that "ancestors" don't exist.

In his eyes, there seems to be no difference between the soul and the living person.

In the eyes of this bastard who is superstitious about muscles, living people are the ones who can move and talk.

The dead are the ones buried in the ground and unable to move.

As for the movable skeletons, in Gruchak's eyes, might they just be a group of demons?

After all, only demons are weird.

If they were humans, they would all look similar?

"I remember dying.

I also remember that it was the most restful sleep I had ever had in my life.

I think Mocott probably hasn't slept for too long now, so he seems a little irritable."

Gruchak clenched his fists and said.

"what can I do for you?

I cannot mobilize the natural forces on the sacred mountain of Harogath without Bulcaisso's permission.

It's because I can't, it's not that I don't want to."

Calga glanced at the flag fluttering in the wind, his face expressionless.

"Lend me some anger, okay?

I really can't get angry.

The main reason is that the Holy Mountain of Harrogas is so beautiful that I always doze off when it’s so beautiful.

And no one will wake me up when I'm asleep."
To be continued...