He looked at Bulcaisel's expression with careful eyes, as if he wanted to get an answer.

Even though Bulcasso had already given this answer, he still wanted to ask!

Hailab's previous anger was extinguished like charcoal thrown into a basin of water.

Although there is still some residual warmth, the ambient temperature has also increased slightly.

But the rising temperature was just right on the cold holy mountain of Harrogas, and the atmosphere became more comfortable.

"Yes, Hope is on the Holy Mountain of Harrogas at this time! You don't think that the Archangel of Hope has eaten too much and wants to consume it in our place, right?"

Burquesso gave a definite answer with a deadpan expression.

Hailab first raised his arm and took a hard bite. After feeling the pain, he glanced at the gurgling blood.

The next moment, Hailab looked at Wayne with his eyes wide open as if he was nervous.

"You said this kind of thing in front of him?

Isn’t this a secret that you should keep tightly to yourself?”

Hailab stretched out his finger and pointed at Wayne very impolitely.

He was still very excited, but it was just excitement!

At least Hailab no longer had the anger he had before, instead it was filled with unbelievable shock!

"Isn't this what you want? You want me to show everything and tell everyone.

But now you can’t accept it?

Hyrab, you'd better escape the wrath that Volusk brings upon you.

It is also best to forget the interpretation of your anger and authority by the first generation ancestors."

Bulcaisel said and stood up from the throne.

He did not intend to use force to silence Hailab.

"Once on the Holy Mountain, I had Warusk to guide me and remind me.

After he became the legend of the Immortal King, he believed that he had left me the legacy of his first ancestors to continue what he had done.

But now the first ancestor has become another legendary weapon of the Immortal King.

What do you think he left us?"

Bulcaisu very casually placed the two legends in his hands in front of Hailab.

The two legendary heavy weapons exude a brilliance that is different from other legends!

"Is it...power?"

Hailab said hesitantly.

He was not sure about the answer he gave, but he couldn't think of any suitable answer for a while.

"Almost, he gave me the power not to stay on the Holy Mountain for a long time.

I only need to take this inconvenient-looking stone with me to leave Harrogath, without having to worry about you being crushed by the chaotic power of the holy mountain.

And this damn stone that is inconvenient to carry is also his way of reminding me to think more about it when doing things!"

After speaking, Bulcasso spat to one side in dissatisfaction.

This matter was really frustrating, and Bulqueso was not very satisfied with the result.

"So he has done a lot for the barbarians."

Hailab's eyes were focused on the legendary heavy weapon formed by the first ancestor.

"Your emotions and thoughts change too quickly, Hairab!

I even have some doubts that you, who appear here as ancestor spirits at this time, have some of the same demeanor as you did when you were alive."

Bulcasso shook his head, seeming a little disappointed.

"Didn't you cause all this?

We are dead after all, and of course we are different from when we were alive.

And...have you ever seen me when I was alive?"

Helab asked with a strange expression.

"That's not necessarily true. Maybe you will be surprised when I think of it."

Bulquesso was noncommittal.

He raised his eyes and looked at the ceiling.

"Perhaps the Temple of the Elders needs a skylight instead of lighting torches day and night."

Bulcaisel whispered to himself.

Hailabu sat down on the ground slumped as if he suddenly figured out something.

"You know what? I came here to comfort you, although I didn't think you needed our comfort at first.

But I came here because I beat Olongus violently all night yesterday."

The arrogant enthusiasm he had before was nowhere to be seen in Hairab's body.

At this time, he was in line with his current temperament as an immortal monster, and that sense of decadence was particularly obvious.

"Hyrab, you are worried that the barbarians will encounter more misfortunes, so you continue to exist in this unfortunate posture.

You are probably the most stubborn ancestral spirit, even more stubborn than Orak."

Bulcasso walked to sit next to Hailab, and then said in a chatting tone.

"Worrying about the future of the savages, we will certainly not be satisfied until we see that future coming.

Stubbornness isn’t always a bad thing sometimes, is it?”

Hailab's tone was particularly perfunctory.

He is no longer interested in paying attention to Wayne on the side.

"Then you may never be satisfied. We all know that ambition will expand."

Bulqueso said casually.

Then he seemed to feel that the stone ball next to him was a bit unsightly, so he casually photographed it aside.

Hailab's eyelids twitched a few times.

"If you blow that thing up, will the Holy Mountain also blow up?"

Hirab asked.

"It should be, but this thing isn't that fragile.

I learned from the first generation ancestors that when Tyrael detonated the World Stone, he used almost all the power he had at the time.

Although this first generation stone is not guaranteed to be stronger than the World Stone, it is not much more fragile than a legendary piece of equipment."

Bulquesso remained nonchalant.

Wayne on the side seemed to want to do something or say something, but he just trembled in place a few times.

He still didn't say or do anything.

If it is what Bulkesso said, the explosion of the Holy Mountain of Harrogas is damage that the earth cannot bear.

Wayne's concerns are well-founded.

No matter how complicated there are in Wayne's plan, it is still based on protecting the earth.

"Wayne, don't worry.

We have the power to break plates, but we are not crazy."

Herab said lazily.

"What he is worried about is not whether we will do this, but that we have the power to do so.

So I'm not going to listen to what he has to say, but let him stand there and think for himself.

Plans? I've never been a big fan of plans.

Regardless of whether it is intended to weaken both the High Heaven and the Burning Hell by weakening us."

Bulcasso rolled his eyes appropriately and said.

"Huh? Can that boy Wayne do such a thing?"

Although Herab still acted very lazy, he was obviously interested in this topic.

“How many other ways of thinking can there be that fear the very existence of power?

He doesn't like power because he thinks he will lose control if he has great power.

Although this kind of thing is not impossible to happen, I still think it is a bit funny."
Chapter completed!