I think there will be nothing left after Bulcaisel makes his sacrifice, right?"

Rasuk's tone became more and more unpleasant, which made Leah's expression become a little ugly.

The things Rasuk said were things she had never thought about before.

Perhaps what is here is that Deckard Cain can say "Hero, please stay", and then persuade the other party slowly and logically.

But Lia was not the last Horadrim.

She had no words to reply.

“How many sacrifices do you know?

How much sacrifice is known from your piles of parchment and books that could fill an entire room?"

Rasuk pulled out the section of keel left by Matthew from under his feet.

Before casting the bones of the Holy King, he needed to cast something to practice his skills.

What better way to warm up than to create a legend?

"I know a lot, but I just learned it from books and words. Occasionally, I heard it from other people's mouths."

Leah understood what Rasuk meant.

It is impossible to understand him without witnessing a sacrifice in person.

Even with the death of Deckard Cain, Leah only sent this noble man on his last journey.

There is no sacrifice in this tragic process.

And her own death, even though it was very pitiable, was never considered a sacrifice.

At least Leah herself had no intention of sacrificing herself at that time.

"I saw the sacrifice of Anda Kurgas.

Maybe I should call it torture."

clang!

The casting hammer hit the keel hard, and tiny cracks appeared on the bone.

Rasuk frowned, he didn't like this result very much.

He had seen Bulkesso forge the Dragon Soul for Karasim, and the hammer that was heavier than his did not cause any change in the dragon's bones!

Either Rasuk's craftsmanship is far inferior to Bulqessor's, or the quality of this keel is not as good as the one at that time.

Rasuk thinks it's the latter.

He did not feel at all that his craftsmanship would lead to misunderstandings when observing the casting process of Bulqueso.

Burquesso's craftsmanship is indeed the best, but it is not much better than other top blacksmiths.

At least there won't be a situation where others can't understand it.

Bulcaisel being the best blacksmith is also related to his strength.

After all, not all blacksmiths can forge materials easily.

"Torture? I can imagine.

But physical torture cannot break a barbarian's will.

Isn’t it?”

Leah was dubious about Rasuk's statement.

This group of soldiers has long been accustomed to being injured. If it were just pure torture, they would not make these guys succumb.

"Huh? Hellab didn't say how long Andakulgas' death lasted!

Are you going to get the answer from me!?"

Rasuk suddenly raised his head, but quickly lowered it again.

He is still forging, and although the initial stage can be completed without full concentration, you still have to keep an eye on it.

It was just his red eyes that made Leah tremble.

【Is that fear and anger?】

Leah wasn't quite sure what that feeling was, but her intuition told her it was these two emotions.

"One year!"

"What?"

Leah didn't hear it clearly, or rather she heard it clearly but couldn't believe it.

"I mean, that torture lasted a whole year!

It was still the Holy Mountain of Arreat!

The Holy Mountain has been ringing with the annoying laughter of the Demon King of Hell for a whole year!

For a whole year, when we look up, we can see that there are more scars on Anda Kurgas' body!

As soon as I opened my eyes, there was blood flowing!

Until later! The blood was gone! Only the foul-smelling ichor fell from Andakulgas' body to the ground!

Then Duriel lowered his head and licked it clean from Anda Kurgas' body little by little!

He is not dead!"

"clang!"

The heavy hammer in Rasuk's hand hit the keel, and the cracks on the keel became much more obvious.

It seems that there may be some problems in this forging, which is like a training session.

Leah couldn't imagine that.

Even at this moment, her mind was completely blank!

"Andalil's venom was poured on Andakulgas' head, causing his hair to fall off little by little.

It flows from the face that can barely be seen,

It poured in from the holes where the eyes were originally, and then flowed out from the hole without the jaw!

Then it flows into the open chest along with the broken bones and dregs!

There is no movement from him!

Not even a tremor came from my body!”

Rasuk gritted his teeth and talked about what he had experienced back then!

When suffering pain, the body will naturally avoid it.

Just like a hand that has been burned will pull back unconsciously.

Perhaps the warriors can let their will overcome their instincts and remain motionless!

No, it should be said that the will of the warriors must be able to defeat the instinct! Keep the body motionless!

But there is still a time when they can be freed from pain!

That is death!

For the gift of life!

Not having to wait until the end of pain is a gift!

but……

"He's still not dead!

I saw him spitting something that wasn't pus, blood, or venom into Duriel's face from a place in his throat.

He is not dead!"

Rasuk's hands began to tremble!

Speaking of the scenes he had seen, his body began to tremble!

"Actually, you haven't given up on being a warrior, have you?"

Leah felt that the previous fear disappeared at this time when she should be most afraid!

At this moment, Rasuk only had hatred in his heart!

I just don’t know whose hatred it is for.

Maybe it's towards the devil, or maybe it's because he hates Andakulgas for why he didn't die earlier!

Or maybe they hate themselves for not having that much power.

"I know, even though the ancestors say that at worst I can reach the level of ancestor Cassius,

But no one can guarantee me that I can be like the immortal king Volusk, so that those demons can only flee from me!
To be continued...