Dark Savages Come To the United States

"When I inherited the name of my ancestors—Bulkasso, I rejected the title of the Immortal King. The barbarians have long lost their homes under the attack of hell, so how can I be called the Immortal King?

The sacred mountain of Harrogath was shattered before the legions of hell, and Sescheron Fortress became the dwelling place of demons.

Even if I cut off Diablo's disgusting head with my own hands, the lost compatriots have followed their ancestors.

Of the barbarians who have been devastated by the flames of war, I am the only guy left, and the armor on my body is no longer suitable for swords.

Marthael, you are right, no one can defeat death! But the savage never backs down!

I! Bull Casey! Keep your vows! I will always pour out my endless anger on you! "

Bulkelso's voice had grown from a low whisper at the beginning to a loud roar at the end, and then rushed towards Malthael, the angel of death, with a loud battle cry.

The disheveled blond hair lost all its luster in the face of death, and gradually became dry and pale.

"Barbarians are never afraid!" Burkasso let out a loud roar, and at the same time, he stepped heavily on the ground with both feet, and his body rose into the air like a cannonball!

Then it fell towards Malthael, the symbol of death that defeated Tyrael and absorbed the power of the demon kings in the soul stone!

The two epees in his hands were aimed right at Malsay's head whose expression could not be seen clearly under the hood!

Jump and chop!

This is the combat skill that Bulkelso inherited from his ancestors, and it was this blow that finally harvested the head of Diablo, who became the Great Demon God.

But this time was different, he knew very well that he would only get death if he faced Malthael. Because he didn't have the power to fight death.

After all, this is not a battle against Malthael in the Fortress of Chaos according to the plot trajectory.

He—Bulkasso! Not a native barbarian, he was just an ordinary Diablo III player.

When I was watching the new season of Diablo III at home, I tried to use my strength to defeat those electricity fighters and climb to the top of the ladder. In the end, my liver energy degenerated from my liver to the third stage of my liver power, and I passed out on the computer. Before.

When he woke up, he became a glorious barbarian warrior, but his name was the ID he picked up at that time - shirtless and tie.

Fortunately, there is no such thing as a tie in the world of Diablo, but it cannot avoid his embarrassment.

Because the name shirtless is equally ugly.

He wanted to change his name, but it was not recognized. The reason is that the birth of every barbarian is the blessing of the ancestors, and the name is a sacred gift.

In order to get rid of this ridiculous name, he had to copy the handaxe and a broken wooden shield that came with the newborn barbarian and went to the battlefield.

Valor and the blood of demons brought the glory of victory, and he was the only victor in the battle when the holy hill of Harrogath was taken over by demons.

In the battle where Sescheron Fortress was slaughtered, fighting until all that was seen was the flesh of daemons and barbarian warriors. In the end, he was the only one who could stand there.

He got the honor and the victories, finally got rid of the shirtless tie name, although by this time he didn't care about such things.

His bravery and strength have been recognized by his ancestors, thus inheriting the name of the most powerful barbarian among his ancestors - Bulkelso.

Just when he was about to rebuild the long-awaited new home of all barbarians on the holy mountain of Harrogath, Malthael who took away the dark soul stone appeared before his eyes.

At this time, neither the powerful monk Karashim from the Sky Temple nor the young barbarian warrior Sonya was by his side, but accompanied by the mage Li Min who had always been at odds with him in New Tristram. The remaining demons are being wiped out nearby.

Barbarians hate magic, because they were hurt by magic more than once in the past, until now the barbarians have strong magic resistance.

Even so, Bulkelso still didn't like magic, although the elders among the barbarians seemed to be able to use the power of magic.

Nazeebo, the curvy-legged witch doctor who is taller than the average person, should be working on his voodoo in the invisible place, and the beautiful but hooded witcher Vera should also be working on it in the Avengers camp. Throwing knife.

As for the crusader Johanna, I heard that she is helping the angels repair the buildings destroyed by the war in the high heaven.

As for the sullen fellows of the Necromancer, Bulkelso knew almost nothing about them.

The sudden arrival of Malthael turned this area into a pasture of death. The fellow barbarians who responded to Bulkasso's call quickly turned into gravel in the face of death, dissipated in the wind, and then sprinkled on Haro On the eternal white snow on the holy mountain of Gass.

"Mathael! You can't get anything but a sword from a barbarian!"

Burkasso roared with red eyes, and slashed his swords heavily at this archangel who once represented wisdom!

"I've got it, got death!" Masail's voice was hoarse and low, he held the Reaper of Souls scythe emitting a cold light above his head, and faced Bulkasso's double knives!

The dark and cold light shone on the evil sickle, and the red light of anger on the two knives poured with anger was soaring!

At the moment when the roar sounded, the force on Bulkasso's double knives, as if the Holy Mountain of Hagaros had fallen, staggered Malsail.

But as Marthael said, no one can stop death.

The two knives hit the ground heavily, leaving a deep pit, the ground was sunken, and the walls around the pit locked the two of them in an arena.

Bulkelso didn't have time to adjust his posture, and the gray-black mist silently enveloped him who had just landed. Bulkelso, who had never felt weak since he stepped on the battlefield, felt weak in his hands all of a sudden. I can hardly hold my double swords.

"Nephalem will definitely stop you." The arrogance ignited by Bulkelso's body was gradually dissipating with the weakness of his body, and finally returned to calm!

But the barbarian's anger will never calm down until the moment of death, and now Bulkelso's wide-eyed eyes are still shining with fierce fire, as if everything will be burned up at any time.

"Unfortunately, as a nephalem, you didn't do this." Malthael was still hiding under the hood, speaking flatly as if he was talking about a doomed thing.

"XIA!" Burkasso uttered the last battle cry, he condensed all the anger and gathered it on his hands!

The most powerful power he possesses after inheriting the name of Bulkasso is not from the charge and the power of the earth inherited from the ancestor of the bull tribe named Leko, nor is it from the second generation of immortal king Vorusk The power of the ancestors!

It's the origin of the Bulkasso's double knives, and what the wasteland suit represents, comes from the power of nature and anger of the Storm Tribe!

Inherited from the tribes of the storm and the raptors, the power of the storm in nature, accompanied by the infinite anger of the barbarians, is setting off a hurricane capable of destroying everything!

The whirlwind was generated from Bulkelso's double knives, blowing away the thick fog of death.

Bulkelso's double knives slashed across his head, and along with his waist and footsteps, he poured out the barbarian's endless anger towards Masail!

"Whirlwind!"

Whirlwind is a skill that can be used indefinitely. As long as the barbarian's anger does not dissipate, then this power will never stop.

Bulkelso's body danced with the double knives, lightning and thunder rumbled in the storm, and the whirlwind generated countless sickle weasels that spread around. The crimson light on Bulkelso's body ignited again, which was the most real anger appear.

The storm is a gift of natural power, driven by anger, there are bursts of thunder in the storm.

Malthael picked up the Reaper of Souls again, and a red gem in his body was emitting a breathtaking red light.

"Children of angels and demons, you have to know that everything with the blood of demons, I will give them death in advance."

Malthael's hoarse voice uttered these words, and with them came a death that was just to all.

The gift of death is neither more nor less, and all that exists receives its fair gift. It's just that death is in the hands of Masail, and Masail decided to give this fair gift in advance.

"I'll let you experience death for yourself!" Bulkasso's body slammed into Masail's arms with the storm and thunder, and the two knives slashed at the darkness containing the power of the Great Demon God in no particular order. On the Soul Stone.

With a "boom", the dark soul stone was ignited in the barbarian's endless anger, and then detonated!

An unprecedented explosion was born on the holy mountain of Harrogas. The entire snow mountain disappeared with the explosion, and finally the mountain turned into a plain. In the original position, only the man who looked a little embarrassed after his robe was damaged Malthael and his legion of soul reapers are coming—and the shards of the Dark Soulstone!

Burkasso's final attack shattered the Dark Soul Stone, and the power of the demon kings had been completely absorbed by Malthael. At this moment, he was no longer a mere angel of death, nor a container for the demon kings to regenerate . Instead, it turned into a state where demons and angels coexisted, or Malthael became a nephalem!