$565 Volusk and Kanai and Kanai's Cube (to Be Added Later)

The story of Volusk facing death seemed to be an epic story to the bystanders.

But if everything he faced at that time had to be described in words, it would probably be a story full of psychedelic dreams.

This story probably started from the moment Volusk saw the illusion of the first ancestor.

After all, he truly became the Immortal King from that day, even if it was not what he wanted.

It was not a mistake, nor was it destined, but he and they had no choice.

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"Kanai, I still think you are the one who should sit on the throne. Have you ever thought that only you can get the recognition of all the Nephalem?

The title of Immortal King is too heavy for me. I still can't understand why you pushed me to the throne before everyone said your name!"

Vorusk sat cross-legged on the ground, his messy hair swaying in the wind like a lion's mane.

He looked at Kanai, who was sitting on the stone chair in front of him, writing on a pile of parchment on the table, with his eyes full of disbelief.

Everything that happened on this day was too strange for him.

When the elders were holding a memorial ceremony, they suddenly said that they would elect the Immortal King.

Volusk still remembered that when the news was announced, whether it was the young warriors or the old strong men, their eyes were all looking at Kanai, who was standing aside with a calm face.

When Volusk looked at Kanai, his eyes were full of ecstasy.

That's it!

Who else is qualified to sit on the throne of the Immortal King besides Kanai?

Even if the scope of voting is expanded to all Nephalem, including those mages, demon hunters, crusaders, necromancers, etc., no matter whether this kind of voting is conducted a thousand times or ten thousand words, those people will only write one name on the ballot!

That is "Kanai"!

The noble one! Kanai!

But when Kanai was looking at everyone, he stood up!

"My compatriots! We need the Immortal King! But my name cannot be engraved on the throne of the Immortal King!

Of course I am willing to use all my spirit to make everyone's life better!

I am also willing to step into the most dangerous battlefield when I am needed!

But I can't be the Immortal King!"

That's what Kanai said at the time.

If these words were said by Volusk, then these rude barbarians would have started to clamor long ago.

But it was Kanai who said these words!

So the people present were very quiet, waiting for Kanai to continue.

For a while, except for the crackling sound of the torches burning in the Elder Temple, there was only a large amount of breathing as the background.

"If you want me to explain the reasons, it will only bring us disaster! So forgive me for not being able to explain the details to everyone.

But don't worry, we will have an Immortal King!

This is not my wishful thinking, but he will definitely be able to do everything an Immortal King needs!"

Kanai said, and looked at Volusk at the front of the crowd with his calm eyes.

Everyone's eyes followed Kanai's movements and looked at the confused guy.

Vorusk standing in the front row already showed his status.

Of course, there is order among the barbarians, and they also need rules such as queuing.

For example, when distributing food, the stronger the warriors are, the closer they are to the front, because the warriors are responsible for hunting.

The closer they are to the front, the less delicious food they have. They have food that can make the warriors full, but it will never be delicious.

The most delicious food is always for the children. The barbarians know very well what the barbarian children who grow up on the Holy Mountain of Arreat will face.

It is an endless battle, endless fighting and war dances on the edge of life and death.

At least, the elders and warriors hope that these children can remember their childhood with a little bit of beauty, instead of only endless contact and the instructor's fierce face and full of alcohol.

Volusk always stood at the front in most situations where people had to line up, because he was the strongest warrior on the Holy Mountain.

However, there was always one person whose name was counted in an extra column in the list of barbarians, and that was Kanai.

"No! How could I do better than you!? Kanai! I can't be as great as you. If there is a day when I can be described as 'great', I will only be ranked behind your name!"

Vorusk was hurt by the eyes of the crowd, and he said a little flustered.

"Vorusk! If there is anyone on the Holy Mountain who can truly become the Immortal King, then it is only you. Believe me!"

Kanai was very serious when he said this, as serious as the ancestor who was only a sculpture.

"Elders, this is not the first time I have said this! My decision can never be the final judgment!

Then let us make a decision according to the past practice! Of course, I will still not interfere!"

Kanai was a little anxious when he spoke, as if he had something to do at this moment.

The barbarian convention is of course not that whoever has the bigger fist is right. If that were the case, this group would not have survived to this day, and would even show a trend of growth.

It's just that strength is also part of this convention.

"Ahem! You mean according to Udyssian... Sorry, I forgot, you mean to initiate a vote?"

An elder said nervously.

He originally wanted to say "according to Udyssian's rules", but the name "Udyssian" has become a topic that cannot be mentioned after this person made the decision.

Everything is trying to downplay the impact of this existence. This includes not only the Nephalem, but also angels and demons.

They keep doing something deliberate. Although everyone who knows the existence of Udyssian will never forget this person, they are all silent!

"Vote! Although I think there is probably no one on the Holy Mountain who is more suitable to be the Immortal King than Volusk."

After Kanai finished speaking, he turned his head and walked towards his room.

It was a stone house large enough to accommodate more than a dozen of the largest prey.

But the house was filled with various sheepskin scrolls, leaving only a path that could lead directly to the desk.

Only by Kanai's desk could one find a little empty space.

The people who stayed at the scene focused their attention on Volusk, with a strange look in their eyes, but without scrutiny.

The barbarians did not doubt whether Volusk could be the Immortal King, not because of Kanai, but because Volusk already had such qualifications.

Although Volusk was a little cowardly most of the time, there was no barbarian comparable to Volusk on the Holy Mountain except Kanai.

This guy was strong enough and had ideas.

If anyone regarded Volusk, who looked a little cowardly and lazy, as a soft egg, he would probably taste the taste of the heavy hammer in Volusk's hand.

Although the barbarians present had never tasted the taste of the hammer head that looked like a paddle, they could imagine it.

In addition to the smell of the devil and rotten eggs, there would only be the sour smell of the devil's brain!

Volusk was already strong enough, but he never had this kind of consciousness.

"Then, the voting begins!

All the warriors who can pick up the ballots, who disagree with Volusk as the Immortal King! Go and put the ballots in front of the gate of the temple!"

An elder said weakly.

Although Kanai said that his decision should not be the final judgment. But now that Kanai is determined not to become the Immortal King, who would be more suitable to be the Immortal King than Volusk?

So he asked those who opposed to vote, otherwise the commotion might be big.

The elder looked at the warriors present, all of whom stood in place, with no intention of taking the ballots.

But one of them strode towards the place where the ballots were piled.

Then he carried the "ballot" that was as big as three side-by-side and walked to the door of the Temple of the Elders.

Then he placed the "ballot" in his hand on the ground tightly.

The ballot of the barbarians is a solid enough stone brick. Every vote will expand the square outside the Temple of the Elders.

And only those who can carry the "ballot" here and put it in place are qualified to vote, so strength also becomes a part of the vote.

Seniority is not completely meaningless to the barbarians, but "seniority" is nothing compared to "being able to do something for the tribe."

"Then, one vote against, and the rest all in favor!

Vorusk! Tomorrow you will be the Immortal King!

Now, disperse! Do what you should do!

If there are fewer prey today than yesterday, you hunters should go home and let someone else come!"

The elder who presided over the meeting said so.

Then the warriors dispersed, leaving Volusk alone with a red face looking at the stone brick he had just laid on the ground.

The vote was over, and now bricks are bricks.

He was a little uneasy, so he immediately followed Kanai's footsteps and left the square.

"Vorusk, you have everything you need to become the Immortal King, but there is only one thing, that is, you lack a little style and so-called "courtesy."

"You know me, those manners are really too troublesome! Why can't I just lie on the ground when I'm tired? Is there any demon who can chop off my head while I'm asleep?

Don't be kidding!

Unless the devil of hell dares to leave their lair at this time!"

When Volusk talked about the topic of "courtesy", he was particularly excited.

Kanai had taught him more than once to be "courtesy" and to live like a "civilized person".

But Volusk always disdained it.

For him, those guys' evaluation of him is of no value at all. Does being said by other professions that he has no manners affect him from smashing the demon's head?

All the guys who have seen Volusk's fighting posture will not doubt his strength.

This can be proved by the demons who were directly shaken into blood dance by the huge power.

"But you will soon be the Immortal King, and you must know that you will represent us, the barbarians.

Our tribe is called the Barbarians, and our profession is named after our tribe. But that doesn’t mean we don’t have ‘civilization’.

Volusk, it's time for you to think like an immortal king.

First of all, you should stand up instead of sitting on the ground casually. If you are tired, you can try the throne in the Temple of the Elders in advance.

I don't think Bulkatho will mind, because you are supposed to be the Immortal King. "

Kanai said to Warusk with a gentle smile. If the fist in his hand had not been clenched, Warusk could have sat on the ground for a while longer.

The Bulcaisuo mentioned by Kanai was of course the original ancestor, and he had already met the original ancestor.

It is precisely for this reason that Kanai cannot become the Immortal King.

"Why, why can't you become the Immortal King!

You know, I can't stand the neatly dressed armor, and I don't like the feeling of being restrained. No matter when, I can't accept the feeling of being controlled.

You should know this very well! "

Warusk muttered as he dusted himself off under Kanai's threatening gaze.

His cowardice when facing Kanai was very clear.

Not because of anything else, because Kanai is stronger than him!

Moreover, Kanai has never done anything wrong in all the years he has been a great elder. No matter whether it is a big or small matter, Kanai is always right.

"Warusk, I think today is probably the last few times I will call you by your name directly. After tomorrow, I will only call you the Immortal King, and you should also do what I hope you can do. matter.

The Immortal King can do anything you want to do, as long as your body is on that throne, and as long as you can still swing your war hammer, then no one can make any excessive demands on you.

If you still don't want to sit on that throne after becoming the Immortal King, then train warriors who can replace you.

Let him be stronger than you, more wanton than you, and more able to scare the devil than you!

Now, Warusk, it's time for you to go back to your house.

When you step out of your home tomorrow, you will be walking on the path of the Immortal King. Go back now and have a good sleep. I will help you with your share of hunting today. Now go to sleep.

Also, remember to sleep in your bed honestly! If you are lying on the ground when I see you tomorrow, then I can guarantee you that you will have your butt swollen and I will press you on the throne!

Trust me you won't like the taste! "

After Kanai finished speaking, Warusk looked at Kanai deeply and then left Kanai's house.

After all, Kanai did not answer any of his questions. Warusk understood that this was because he could not afford the secret now.

So he could only keep it all in his head until the moment Kanai thought he could bear it.

"Tomorrow, I will be the immortal king?

How casual! Don't you have time anymore?

Who can make you feel the crisis? Who can force you to make such a hasty decision?

I don’t believe that everything today was decided by those elders without telling you! All this must be your instruction! But why?

Aren't you strong enough? "

Warusk muttered quietly as he walked home. Both he and Kanai knew that these words were not to himself.

Warusk believed that Kanai could hear everything he said.

Warusk, who returned to his room, looked at his bed. There was nothing on it, but it had no impact on him.

There is no difference between a bare stone bed and sleeping on a stone slab outside the Elder's temple.

Warusk didn't care, but he still hesitated, then took a deep breath, and then blew away the dust on the stone bed that no one had been lying on for an unknown period of time.

In the shadow of Kanai's room, the elder who was in charge of everything before came out.

Barbarians are not good at magic, but this does not apply to these elders.

These elders were excellent warriors when they were young, and became spellcasters when they were old. They filled the "well-known" shortcomings of the barbarians.

Don’t understand magic at all? How is that possible?

The relationship between barbarians and mages is not good at all. If barbarians do not know magic, they will not be able to protect their own tribe from those elusive mages.

The Nephalem are never monolithic within themselves.

"Kanai, what are you going to do? With your power, I think it will not be easy even if the archangels and hell demons want to kill you.

I believe that you will not be at risk of dying even if you face a single demon god now. Why do you need an immortal king so urgently?

And to be honest, you are more powerful than Volusk and more suitable for that throne. "

The elder's face didn't look very good when he spoke.

If it hadn't been for Kanai's request, what happened today wouldn't have happened so hastily, like a farce.

Originally this shouldn't be like this, but this is Kanai's request.

"No one is immortal, and what I am going to do next may, no! It will definitely be stopped! You know, the relationship between high-level heaven and burning hell is like brothers.

Even if the relationship between their brothers is not good, it would be different if someone wanted to challenge their authority. "

Kanai didn't look at the elder who came to him, he just lowered his head and continued to write and draw on his parchment.

"Kanai, what are the chances of your unspeakable plan succeeding? If you don't even have a 30% success rate, I can't possibly let the barbarian risk everything to help you!"

The elder said in a stern voice.

But Kanai understood what he meant.

As long as the success rate is higher than 30%, the elder will not hesitate to mobilize the power of the barbarians to assist Kanai!

Kanai understands that when the barbarians stake everything, even the high heavens and the burning hells need to face it a little more.

But that won't end well.

“We need an immortal king, an immortal king who can be taken seriously by the Burning Hell and the High Heavens, but not paid special attention to.

So I can't, only Volusk can do this!

Warusk's cowardice is not only clear to angels and demons, but what they don't know is that Warusk's cowardice has never been able to stop him.

Volusk is the best leader for barbarians when they want to build up strength!

He will take care of everything, so trust Him. "

Kanai raised his head when he said these words, and the elder saw the seriousness in Kanai's eyes.

He understood that the success rate of Kanai's plan was not even 30%, and it was even a complete gamble!

"What about you? What are you going to do?"

The elder turned around and spoke, his voice was very small, like the sound of a mosquito.

The elder left the room without waiting for Kanai's answer.

He knew very well what answer Kanai would give, so he didn't need to wait.

"I plan to eliminate one of the most troublesome enemies for the Nephalem."

With a pious smile on his face, Kanai answered.

Israel!

Kanai believes that the archangel who will appear in front of him will only be this one!

After Inaris' fate was completely defeated by Uldyssian, only this archangel could possibly occupy the position that once belonged to Inaris!

The power of fate is favoring the barbarians!

Kanai saw it!

Inaris loved his children, so Kanai saw it!

No matter how he deduce the ending that belongs to him, he can't find a better way than now.

But Kanai was barely satisfied with this result.

It would be better if we could defeat a Hell Demon together.

"I'm really greedy."

Kanai had a stern look on his face as he gritted his teeth.

"But I like this kind of greed! I will bite off a piece of flesh from your body, and then let this power become the most deadly dagger when I overthrow you!"

Kanai said this as if he was talking to someone invisible.

The light coming from the poorly lit window was getting less and less, and a brown stone in the parchment on Kanai's table began to shine!

The Stone of the World!

Kanai prepared for a long time before cutting such a piece from the World Stone that the barbarians were supposed to protect!

This stone was carved bit by bit with various beautiful patterns by Kanai. Kanai's energy coiled around it along the patterns, giving it a kind of power.

Now he is just waiting for the Yisrael who is destined to lose everything in his hands to appear!

By then the Nephalem will have a great and unparalleled artifact!

And this is the beginning of the Nephalem's destruction of the High Heavens and the Burning Hells!

"What should I call you? Maybe 'Kanai's Box' is a good name. Who should I hand you over to take control of you then? How about giving it to the elders?"

By the way, I remember he was not a barbarian? Why was the original name called Jordan?

Forget it, it's not important anyway, since no one knows, it doesn't matter. "

Kanai looked at the magic box in front of him, a little dazed.

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