$192 Casillas Learns the "Truth"

"Hi, Ancestor Rasuk!"

Rumlow greeted Rasuk who was wielding a casting hammer in front of him. Rasuk was still in the process of replicating the car.

In the end, he had to ask Bulcaisuo for some gems as a power source. After all, he rarely had anything other than metal in his hands.

"Ah, it's you! When I was alive, I said that washing hands before eating can prevent many diseases. None of those guys believed it. Did you bring that textbook? I want those guys to understand how good hygiene is. An important thing."

Rasuk looked up at Rumlow and complained loudly.

In addition to being a blacksmith, Rasuk may also be regarded as an inventor.

Qualkek said in a casual chat: "Rasuk is a skilled blacksmith, but his head is full of strange ideas. One day he came to me and told me a plan that could break the siege. He wanted to fill the big tube with explosive powder and steel balls and then..."

When Rasuk was alive, medicine bottles had not yet been developed that could be used repeatedly.

Then, he was sent to Aunt Mara by the unstable explosion, where she lay there for two weeks.

If Rasuk had not died when the Holy Mountain was blown up by Tyrael, he would most likely have invented explosives, cannons, and hot-air balloons, and made remarkable breakthroughs in the field of infectious diseases.

When Nilasek was a barbarian, he had always expressed doubts about Rasuk's claim that "his good luck in not contracting the epidemic came from washing his hands before each meal." He even thought that it was some kind of useless magic. .

"That's something that science has proven. Maybe it's classified in immunology?"

Rumlow took out a piece of material from his pocket and shouted to Rasuk. He didn't care what discipline this thing was classified into, he just needed a new weapon now.

As for the so-called textbook, Rumlow didn't remember it at all.

"I need a sturdy weapon, you know."

He threw the materials to Rasuk casually, and then stood aside and stared at them closely.

"Why don't you go to Bulcaisuo? If you want to forge weapons, he is the best choice now."

Rasuk took the material and looked at Rumlow with squinting eyes. He didn't seem very happy about it. .

"I asked him to build me a toy for him. What do you think he would say?"

Rumlow said angrily, he was too embarrassed to tell Bulcasso that his weapon was useless.

"Okay, bring me something interesting to the next festival. Don't forget it this time. Although I think you might get a weapon directly if you go to him, so there's no need to wait."

Rasuk waved Rumlow away, turned around and continued to forge.

Forging an ordinary weapon is not even a hassle for Rasuk, and it probably doesn't take more than an hour?

After all, the weapons that Rumlow can control now are quite weak.

Matthew, who was training with Leiko on the other side, was a little uncomfortable. He felt that he was always being stared at, and this kind of gaze was not considered kind.

"Ancestor Leiko? Is there something wrong with me?"

Matthew said awkwardly, that kind of scrutiny is not a good experience for anyone, especially since his senses are more sensitive than ordinary people.

"You may be more talented than Luke and Rumlow. At least those two guys haven't ignited the Nephalem blood yet."

Leiko held her hands in front of her body and wore a helmet with sharp horns on her head, her entire face was blocked. Only a few strands of orange messy hair stretched out from under the helmet.

But Matthew wouldn't care about this. No matter what Leiko looked like, he couldn't see her.

"Perhaps they haven't encountered a battle that they haven't had time to think about yet."

Matthew put down the weapon in his hand and faced Leiko's direction.

"When can I try to accept your trial?"

After experiencing an overwhelming danger, Matthew's pursuit of power is unprecedentedly intense. So he spoke with a hint of eagerness.

"Let's wait until tomorrow. It just so happens that tomorrow Luke and Rumlow are going to try out the team secret realm. You can also go and experience how difficult those named demons are."

Leiko looked back at Vader, who was acting a little sneakily, and felt as if someone had said something bad about her.

"Okay Matthew, go find Madoc. He should be waiting to give Luke and Rumlow an advance warning now. It's not a bad thing if you go and listen."

Leiko walked towards Vida, but she still didn't care much about Matthew.

"I want to see my teacher!"

"Crack!"

As Casillas shouted, a piece of black bread broke off on his axe.

Casillas's hand movement didn't even have the slightest deformation, and he neatly cut the flying black bread into two pieces.

Casillas has made great progress under Canuck's high-pressure training.

"Boy, you'd better forget that you are a mage. With your little skills, you can't be called a mage."

Kanuk took out another piece of black bread from his arms and threw it out with some force.

This time Casillas lay firmly on the ground.

"Who are you! My teacher is the Supreme Mage, how dare you do this to me!"

Casillas shouted in a low voice, tears welling up in his eyes. Although he had guessed about the current situation, he still wanted to give it a try.

"It was your teacher who sent you here, saying that you were trying to explore some dangerous power."

Canuk picked up a handful of snow out of boredom, rubbed it into a larger blood ball and threw it out.

"If you ask me, power is power. What power is not dangerous? That's just an excuse. You may sprain your waist when you walk, what power can be safe?"

Canuk remembered the scene of himself smashing into Azmodan's stomach, and felt his body trembling a little. He really wanted to experience that kind of hearty charge again.

"If eating the flesh and blood of demons could make me stronger, I would have done it a long time ago."

Canuk was full of nonsense.

After leaving the Temple of the Elders, he was a little irritable.

"Teacher, has the existence of Dormammu always been a lie of yours!?"

Casillas' tears finally couldn't be held back, and flowed down the corners of his eyes to the ground.

He already understood the identity of the Lord of the Dark Dimension he had contacted, and now he was full of regret.

Having been "deceived" by a "non-existent" monster for so many years, his resentment towards his teacher was particularly strong.

"How strong can I become with this training! Can I defeat my teacher!"

Kaecilius rolled and stood up, speaking aggressively to Canuk. Although he had resentment towards Ancient One, he still habitually called Ancient One his teacher.

"You have the spirit of a barbarian, your teacher? Her current strength is still a little different from my dead self. As long as you want to become stronger, no one can stop a barbarian."

Canuk recalled the power of Ancient One that he had seen, and that power was actually not much different from his dead self.

If he were still alive, Canuk would have the confidence to smash the fragile body of the mage with a violent collision, just like when he crashed into Azmodan.