But it doesn’t matter, Rorschach is there, and he will become the next immortal king.

 Even though he now has the power of Diavolo and Tyrael in his body, I still think so."

Burkeso took the wine bottle and touched it with Warusk.

 The two big men poured wine into their mouths together.

“Here we go again, although I don’t have a deep impression of Uldyssian, but Kanai said that Uldyssian would always do this kind of thing.

 Speaking to himself, outsiders have no idea why he is so confident.

Are you Bulcaisel or Uldyssian?

 Or maybe shirtless..."

"Snapped!"

 The big mouth made Warusk spin three times on the ground.

 “I don’t like this name. Although I just feel very embarrassed, I don’t want to hear it.”

Burkeso stroked his beard, but there was no emotion on his face.

But there is no need to look at their faces to see his current mood.

Burkeso's actions already illustrate his actions.

“Perhaps you are born different from us, at least I understood it after I knew what a tie was.”

 Worusk shook his head and sat up again, then poured all the wine into his mouth that he had just tried hard to protect from spilling.

“You and Uldyssian shouldn’t have been born in our world.

Perhaps the Great Demon God is bound to appear, or perhaps after the destruction of the Holy Mountain of Arreat, the barbarians should have lost their foundation.

Perhaps, after the great demon appeared, it was Sonya and other young warriors who sought victory.

In all this trajectory, the most normal development is probably without you, right?

 I should have thought of it a long time ago, only those who are born outside the world can escape their fate.

Although that guy Madoc has never said this, Leiko has also been silent about your matter.

　　But I know that you are not favored by the harsh love of fate."

 Worusk rubbed the swollen left side of his face and rambled.

“Perhaps you should stick out the right side of your cheek and let me slap it, so that you look a bit like you were when you were young.”

Burkeso did not directly answer Warusk's question.

“I remember the first time I saw the first ancestor, he was wearing a wasteland suit, with the double swords in your hands stuck on his waist.

 When I saw you put on this legendary suit for the first time, I thought I saw him."

Worusk's voice became distant, as if he was telling a story that has been passed down through the ages.

“So who asked Hairab to object to my name change?”

Burkeso took up the topic incidentally.

 He did not expect that his name would be "Bulkess" at first, although there is no rule among savages that they cannot have the same name as their ancestors.

 But the status of the first generation ancestors is also extraordinary.

 “Perhaps Maddock?

 In any case, when you were young, you had no idea that you would become the most powerful warrior. At that time, you looked stupid day by day.

 At that time, I suspected that you would starve to death due to problems such as getting lost.

 I didn’t let go of this worry until I saw you stuffing a lot of black bread into your backpack.”

 Worusk crushed the empty wine bottle with his hands until it was like dust, and then blew it away in one breath.

“Even though you are dead, you still can’t let go of your responsibility as the Immortal King. Obviously you can close your eyes at that time.”

“Close your eyes? That’s simple. If you died in battle, wouldn’t you have any thoughts of revenge?”

“I don’t know, I might have been resentful before, but now I don’t even feel fear, and I don’t know if I will be very calm when facing death.”

“Tch, I believe that your soul will become complete at the moment of death, and then cry like a stupid-beep-beep when the fear that has accumulated for many years breaks out.”

Say what you want to say in a silenced voice, Warusk, I really have you!

“That’s enough gossip, I’ve given you some farewell wine.

So Volusk, the great second-generation immortal king.

 Are you ready to face Kanai? Of course you still have to face your own fears.”

Burkeso said noncommittally.

 If nothing unexpected happens, Volusk and Kanai will probably realize their long-cherished wish.

 After that, the two ancestors could close their eyes peacefully and enjoy eternal tranquility.

Burkeso doesn't know whether this is a good thing or not.

 “Alas~ I thought of this before, so I left something behind Orek.

If the child Thor returns to the Holy Mountain again, take him to find Orek."

 Worusk clapped his hands and stood up, then he picked up all the wine piled on the ground in his hands.

 When you go to meet an old friend that you have wanted to see for a long time, you can't go empty-handed.

“If I vomited while drinking in the Dark Soul Stone, would you ask about the sour smell of the vomit?”

 Worusk narrowed his eyes and smiled evilly, looking a little more free and easy.

His body grew stronger little by little, as if it were inflated, and the shriveled muscles became elastic again.

“Most likely not, but I’ll probably feel sick.”

Burkeso smiled, and then patted Rorschach unconscious again, who was about to wake up.

 It is not the time for Rorschach to wake up yet.

 As for what Volusk left to Thor, Bulkesso didn't want to know.

 “Ha, I think you’ll like it.

Like how Diavolo’s soul has turned into wine-flavored nutrients!

 At that time, you will be one step closer to realizing your dream.”

Worusk twisted his neck, and now his face has returned to what it looked like when he was at his best, except that one side of his face was swollen, making him less majestic.

“Seriously, how about you let me slap you again, so that when you see Kanai, you can still say that you have gained weight.”

Burkeso rubbed his eyes, wondering if there was sand in them.

“Let me tell you one more thing, don’t disgrace the barbarians.

 After you sit on the throne, every move you make can represent a barbarian.

 We are called barbarians, and we even accept this title ourselves.

 But we have civilization, inheritance, knowledge, and everything that any civilization should have.

If one day you are embarrassed, then kill all the guys who see you embarrassed!

Then you will still be the perfect immortal king."

Vorusk walked towards the direction of Bulcaisuo. As he walked, his figure gradually turned into a ray of light and rushed into the dark soul stone.

 Only one bottle of wine fell into Bulcasso's hands.

“This is the last bottle of my treasure. If you want to free Cassius, give it to him.

 If he doesn’t want it, then just drink it.

It’s not that delicious anyway. It’s brewed with Andariel’s paws. I always smell like feet when I drink it. So I think of it as a reward for the warriors.”

 Worusk left his last words, and then disappeared in front of Bulkesso!

The dry throne with signs of damage everywhere flashed with a ray of light and became brand new.

 From now on, no one will tell Bulcaisel what to do.

 The barbarian has to bear everything on his own!

Worusk's collection has always been small, and is used as a prize to praise heroes. This is the last bottle.

 Anyway, if any heroes are born among the barbarians later, it should be Bulcaisel who rewards them.
Chapter completed!