"I don't think you can pass my test now, Jessica."
Orak looked at Jessica Jones in front of him and said angrily.
The first battle this ancestor with the name of God of War experienced was a large group of demons.
Although it was just a group of zombies, it was more than three hundred in size.
Even though Jessica Jones has good physical fitness in the eyes of barbarians, Orak doesn't think this girl can win.
"I can fly, isn't that enough for me to pass your trial?"
Jessica Jones said somewhat proudly.
Flying is a dream ability for most humans.
"fly?"
Orak sneered.
"You can try to see if you can fly here."
After hearing this, Jessica thought about what Orak meant.
As a private investigator and newspaper reporter, Jessica Jones is not stupid.
"Does that mean there are no flying restrictions here?"
"It's just that in front of strong people, flying is meaningless most of the time."
As Orak spoke, the aura on his body expanded, trapping Jessica in place.
There are many types of demons in hell that can fly, but they can only fight on the ground when facing barbarians.
Not because they were seeking a fair fight, but because flying was worthless in front of the Nephalem.
Diavolo can fly straight to the higher heaven, but doesn't he still have to stand on the ground when facing Bulcasso?
Because if you want to defeat the Nephalem, flying doesn't work.
It's that simple.
The children of angels and demons, the Nephalem with infinite possibilities can certainly fly, but that would be meaningless.
Gradually, all the Nephalem had no need to fly, and no one mentioned it anymore.
Undead demons such as walking zombies can even play some simple tactics.
What's the use of flying?
"So I can fly?"
Luke Cage, who was looking at Orak and Jessica not far away, was a little surprised.
Just like Thunder Shazam, he wasn't sure whether he could fly until he actually took off.
For the Nephalem, it's not that it's impossible, but that it's not necessary.
No matter how high you jump, you will still be killed by the molten fire, poison, powerful arcane and the like on the ground.
You can't dodge it even if it's flying.
Birds can also step on shelves on the ground, and stone people can be petrified.
It's not a big deal that the ground effect can be used against the air.
Bang! A sound.
Luke Cage felt a familiar pain.
"Asshole, you didn't come to me for training when you came back, and you came here to see what Orak was doing!"
Madoc straightened the iron rod in his hand and shouted at Luke Cage who was lying on the ground.
"I just came to ask about your story."
Luke rolled over and got up, rubbing the back of his head.
"Then why don't you come and ask me?"
Madoc kicked Luke in the butt.
"Can you say it?"
"No, but you didn't even ask what it was like!"
Madoc grabbed Luke by the back of his neck and dragged him towards the previous training ground.
"Aren't you a prophet? Then why don't you even know what I'm going to do!"
Luke struggled against Madoc's strength, not wanting to be dragged away.
"I'm a battle prophet. Are you here to fight with me? Then I don't need to predict that you will die miserably!"
Maddock did not say that he would no longer be a prophet after his death, perhaps in his opinion it was unnecessary to say this.
"Idiot, go into the secret realm now that you're here! I want to see how you've grown since I haven't seen you these days!"
Madoc cursed and dragged Luke away. Will he hit Luke on the head with a stick?
It wasn't that he didn't want to hit it with his palm, but that even if the iron rod was broken, it wouldn't hurt Luke, but if he struck too hard, his heir's head would explode.
Maddock doesn't want his legend to put too much pressure on his heirs, at least not yet.
For most barbarians, the moment they learn that their last opponent is Baal, all they can do is brandish their weapons and die generously.
And Luke Cage obviously doesn't have the consciousness to die without fear.
On the other side, Orak and Jessica watched Madoc deal with Luke Cage. They waited until the two people left their sight before continuing the previous conversation.
"Then what do I do now?"
Jessica looked at the giant man in front of her with some curiosity.
Orak's dark brown hair and unshaven beard hid his face behind.
It's basically impossible to tell what his facial features look like.
The barbarians of the Big Bear Tribe basically have this image.
Like a den of giant bears, they look rough and savage.
"Now, let's learn to use weapons first."
Orak bent down and swept away the snow with his hands, picked up a recruit's standard hand ax, and threw it to Jessica Jones.
Orak took out another ax and grabbed it in his hand.
Orak quickly waved his ax in the distance, and a shock wave rushed directly into the sky.
"Slamming is a skill that every barbarian must master. Once you master slamming, you will be able to use it with ease, no matter what weapon it is."
Orak casually threw the ax back to the ground, and then took the God of War Blade on his waist.
As he waved, a hurricane rose, and then a flame-like shock wave flew into the sky.
At that moment, Jessica felt that this place was not a snow-capped mountain at all, but a volcanic crater about to erupt.
"Tch, that monster Orak."
Andakulgas, who was working intensively with Rasuk on forging a car, looked at the flaming shock wave and spat.
Slam itself is a skill used by barbarians to store up their anger, but in Orak's hands, he can release his anger through slamming.
The explosion increased by more than five times, making Orak invincible in the battle.
Releasing anger by slamming it is like using a faucet that only discharges water to absorb water.
Accumulating anger and releasing anger happen at the same time. This is an ability that only belongs to Orak.
Even if Bulkatho's punch could defeat Orak's punch head-on, Bulkatho would not be able to learn Orak's weird skills.
"Okay, Ancestor Anda, let's forge quickly! We will have our own car soon."
Rasuk stretched out his arms and gestured with his biceps and said loudly.
Andakulgas was very accommodating to the young barbarian Rasuk, even though Rasuk always acted like a joke.
But no one would say that the weapons he forged were not good.
If this guy hadn't died at that time, he might have been able to create his own legend through forging.
This chapter has been completed!