"So you plan to start the celebration right away?"

The first generation ancestors looked helplessly at the bonfires that had been lit around them.

He was actually not looking forward to this celebration.

There is nothing to look forward to.

For the first generation ancestors who had long been accustomed to being alone.

A group of people celebrating him didn't make him happy.

On the contrary, it made him a little helpless.

"It doesn't have to be right away, as long as it's today.

Anyway, it was time for Hailab to prepare the things needed for the celebration.

If you can convince him, I don't have any objections even if the celebration is not held."

Bulcaisuo glanced at the first ancestor in front of him.

There was just a little bit of expectation in my eyes.

He was somewhat looking forward to a battle with the first generation ancestor that only compared skills.

After all, who among the barbarians did not grow up listening to the legends of the first ancestors?

Although there is no way to test how true those legends are.

But there are many things in common among those legends, the biggest one being that the fighting skills of the first ancestors were unparalleled in the world.

There shouldn't be much exaggeration about this part of the legend.

That's why Bulkesso has some expectations.

"Hirab..."

The first generation ancestors were speechless when they mentioned the name of Hailab.

Even he didn't know what to say to this guy who was called the Conqueror.

Stubbornness is a common trait among savages.

If we had to trace it back to the source, it would definitely be traced back to him.

Since everyone is a stubborn person, there is naturally nothing to say.

"You called me?

I just prepared everything I need.

So what, should I call Orek over?"

Hailab spoke loudly from a distance.

Speaking of Orek, the first generation ancestor seemed a little nervous.

"No need to shout, he will come by himself if he is willing to come.

Although I think he might be reluctant."

The first generation ancestor sighed.

Orek...this is his son.

But the first generation ancestors had no idea how their son died.

He didn't even know where Orek died or what enemy he died from.①

"As for the celebration, it can start at any time.

If there is anyone you want to wait for, it doesn't matter if you continue to wait.

Holy Mountain, this has always been the greatest barrier for barbarians.

It’s just that the power of this barrier is not a secret to those guys.”

There seems to be a profound meaning in the words of the first generation ancestors.

"It's no secret that holy mountains can explode.

The structure of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath is actually not much different from that of the Holy Mountain of Arreat.

Those archangels don't care about this either.

Anyway, they can’t defeat me now, and they don’t care much if the holy mountain explodes.”

Bulkesso said casually.

The power accumulated by the soul on the holy mountain is still strong.

But compared to the current threat from Bulcaisu, the power accumulated in the Holy Mountain is not that concerning.

This place is the trump card that the barbarians use to make a last ditch effort, but the chance of using this trump card is not very great.

"Ultimate violence?

I think you can only take this path now.

With so many seeds of authority gathered in you, it will be difficult for you to use any particular authority alone.

Especially your soul is not complete yet.

In this case, you seem to have no other choice but to fight with extreme violence."

The first generation ancestor shook his head.

The situation is not complicated, but it is definitely not simple either...

Everything seems to be able to solve the problem as long as Bulcaisel pushes directly across it.

But the only result that can be obtained by doing this is to bring peace to the world for a period of time.

But Sanctuary, the High Heavens, and the Burning Hells will all become a thing of the past.

Although this place is nice, it is not home after all.

"Why do you think I can't control the power in my body?

If I really are what you say, then there is no need for Malthael to plot against me.

Israel could solve this problem for me by simply adjusting my balance a little.

It’s a pity that they can’t do it now.”

Bulcaisel rolled his eyes at the first ancestor.

How much power he has mastered is something only Bulcaisel himself knows.

Although the concerns of the first generation ancestors are quite necessary, it is unlikely that such a result will occur.

"Since you have said so, it is useless for me to say anything.

But I can give you a guarantee.

I will definitely die in front of you.

In my eyes, you are not strong enough.

Even Uldyssian at that time was not unrivaled in power."

The tone of the first generation ancestor was particularly strange.

It's like he has some unknown trump card.

"Don't make it sound like you are invincible.

If you could really reach that point, then you wouldn't acquiesce to the Archangel detonating the World Stone.

You may have forgotten that only the strong are qualified to sacrifice."

While speaking, Bulkesso waved his hand to Hailab, gesturing for Hailab to come over.

"There is nothing wrong with the fact that only the strong are qualified to sacrifice.

But there is another thing you have forgotten, that is, the meaning of the existence of elders is to allow young people to have more opportunities and time.

But generally speaking, the older the barbarian is, the more powerful he is.

You will only remember that only the strong can sacrifice."

The first generation ancestor had a smile in his eyes.

Although the number of barbarians is now considered endangered.

But the spirit that still existed still satisfied him.

The first ancestors are the source of all barbarians.

It's not just anger, this kind of authority is passed down through the power of blood.

There are also a series of things such as spirit, will and belief.

"You are already dead. There is no reason in this world to let someone who has died once die again.
To be continued...