Guessing a human's thoughts has always been a huge problem for the Archangels.

When it comes to matters involving human beings, Auriel is unwilling to give too absolute answers.

"That's enough!"

Volusk sighed, then collapsed on his throne.

What happened here has reached this point, so there is no point in continuing to hide some secrets.

"The enemy will never stop, and we will eventually need some time to rest."

Hailab forced out a smile and then sat cross-legged on the ground.

"As the dead, you should have gone to sleep long ago."

Auriel stabbed Warusk with words.

"It's my fault, but I don't think there's anything wrong with it.

It just allows the deceased to make some contributions, and they themselves are willing to do so."

Warusk said.

"Auriel, can you still fight?"

Hirab asked.

"I can still fight if necessary.

But you should know that although I am not considered weak among the archangels, I am closer to a spell caster than a warrior."

Auriel gave her own answer.

She looked at Hailab with interest as she spoke, as if she was curious as to why Hailab would raise this question at this time.

"There seems to be no opposition between hope and death, so which of you is closer to victory?"

Hailab looked at the shadow behind Warusk and said.

He was aware of the existence of death, so he raised this question.

Even when he was speaking, he was faintly standing on the opposite side of Warusk.

It’s like he’s on guard against Volusk being bewitched by death!

"Without victory, I am just the absolute nemesis of everything. There will be nothing that cannot be changed, because hope lasts forever."

Auriel said slowly.

She did not regard death as a necessary enemy.

"It would be better to say that I trust Warusk more than you do? This makes me a little confused."

Auriel smiled and said to Hailab.

"Vorusk is a great immortal king, but he is also a troublemaker."

Hailab said angrily.

Through Auriel's attitude, he made it clear that death is not the enemy.

But the look he looked at Warusk was still complex and mixed with some hostility.

"Now may be your best chance to beat me up. After all, I won't use the power of the Holy Mountain when facing you."

Warusk said casually.

"I know you, but in terms of familiarity or comrades-in-arms, among the ancestral spirits on the Holy Mountain, you are probably the only one who has interacted with Gruchak, right?"

Hirab asked.

"And Bulcasso."

Warusk said.

“I trust the Immortal King’s position, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have any opinions on the Immortal King’s decision.

Even for Bulkesso, I will object to anything I think is problematic, even if it means getting a beating."

Hailab said firmly.

He had no fear at all.

"Of course, you think it's wrong for us to associate ourselves with death?"

Warusk asked in a weak tone.

"To allow death to reside permanently in a holy mountain where there are more dead than living, and to easily reveal the core of the holy mountain to her, this approach seems simply unbelievable to me!"

Hailab expressed his true opinion.

Warusk didn't know how to refute for a while.

Because this is right!

It's as strange as if the Archangels let a guy who can restrain them stay in the High Heaven to study the nature of the High Heaven.

"Then I should imprison Death? She has very little power left now, and she is not even a threat in Tyrael's eyes."

Warusk argued helplessly.

"After being plotted by Tyrael, she is still not a threat in Tyrael's eyes? Then I have to consider whether there is something wrong with your mind!

Our power was not a threat to Tyrael back then! But what did he do?"

Herab choked.

"We have……"

"Are you going to pin everything on Bulcaisel? When you encounter a problem, the first thing that comes to your mind is not the solution! But other people's names, you are already unqualified!"

Hellab interrupted Warusk loudly.

"I mean, we have the power to do this."

Warusk's eyes became a little dangerous.

There are not many barbarians who are familiar with him on the Holy Mountain. After all, Volusk seems to be very lonely after Kanai.

Although he is very successful as the Immortal King, he really doesn't have many friends.

"Or you should be the one who really pins all the problems on Bulcaisuo, Hyrab."

Warusk sighed.

"Trust turned into dependence in a subtle way. I don't even know when you became like this."

Warusk said in a sighing tone.

These words will definitely make Hyrab start to reflect, and no one knows how long it can buy Warusk a peaceful time.

"Are we really too reliant on Bulkesso?"

Hailab asked Auriel.

Auriel just nodded slightly.

Today's barbarians have lost the tragic and decisiveness they once had!

Because they know that Bulcaisel has become the existence that can intimidate the high-level heaven and the burning hell.

At this time, the ancestor spirits are more or less arrogant.

Although this arrogance is blended with their roughness, they don't seem to have changed much.

But it has already happened!

Auriel knows this very well.

But this has nothing to do with her seeking asylum from barbarians for her children.

Regardless of whether the barbarians are arrogant or otherwise, they still maintain a large degree of simplicity.

A group of guys who are used to hardship, but even after conditions improved, they didn't do anything excessive.

At most, it’s just that when you drink, you are no longer as frugal as you used to be when supplies were scarce.

"No! Warusk, you are changing the subject!"

When Hailab came back to his senses, he could no longer detect the breath of death.

Death is hiding again, and with the help of Volusk!

Hailab's eyes widened at this! He seemed to want to curse, but he didn't know where to start!

Death is hidden, he has no evidence!

"What stupid thing are you talking about?"

Warusk narrowed his eyes and said.

He really didn't have much energy to continue entangled with Hailab.

Hailab is just a little extreme and good at thinking.
To be continued...