While Bulkesso and the others were talking about these stories,
Several of the young barbarian warriors also took the time to return to the Holy Mountain.
"Although things like festivals are quite common.
But this is the second time the barbarians are celebrating the festival."
Luke said with narrowed eyes.
Standing next to him is Jessica.
Although Jessica is now more powerful than him, the two of them get along surprisingly well.
Although there are occasional disagreements, the two people always compromise with each other.
Although the compromise is a bit pitiful...
In a barbarian family, the stronger one has more control.
Of course, objections can exist, but whether they will be heard or not is another matter.
Fortunately, these two people have some experience and will not let the conflict continue to intensify...
"Isn't that grand secret battle last time a festival?"
Rumlow asked.
"I asked Ancestor Kotur before, that time was not a festival.
It's just to let Bulcasso confirm some things and let us know the situation we may face in the future.
To be honest, I really had nothing to gain from that battle.
At least that’s the case in terms of strength.”
Jessica looked a little depressed.
She has indeed become stronger, but she has only received all of Orac's legacy.
To say that she has gained any growth, it is somewhat insignificant.
"What exactly did Bulqueso determine?
I only heard from other ancestors that he resurrected Leah.
I just got some information from those Diavolo's creations.
Or is there something inside that thing that I don’t know about?”
Luke asked curiously.
"The more you know, the sooner you die, Luke.
Until you have combat prowess comparable to the spirits of ancestors, it's best to be a fool.
You can think about the choice of Madoc’s ancestors, and then be quiet for a while.”
Rumlow said angrily.
Then he walked directly towards the Elder's Temple.
As for the most important place on the barbarian's holy mountain, it is actually the Temple of the Elders.
The Holy Mountain of Harrogath was rebuilt, but the city of Harrogath was not rebuilt.
"Well, ancestor Madoc is a first-rate smart man.
But I'm not, so I shut up."
Luke spread his hands and followed Rumlow.
Jessica opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything.
However, she did not follow the direction of Rumlow and Luke. Instead, she turned around and walked towards the grove where Orak often took her with her when she still existed.
If nothing else, the one guarding that place now is Koutul.
After Jessica walked a little further, Rumlow spoke again.
"You and Jessica seem to be having a conflict?
In the past, you would never leave her and act on your own."
Rumlow asked.
"It's not a conflict, it's just that her and I need to adapt to some of our ideas.
Neither she nor I are simply representing ourselves now, I also bear the honor of Madoc's ancestors.
And she can be said to be the incarnation of Orak's ancestor...
I know other ancestors on the Holy Mountain will say that we think too much.
But we can’t really think about nothing ourselves.”
Luke's voice was a little deep.
He himself is a relatively stable character.
You only show your optimistic look when you are relaxed.
"If you ask me to tell you, you are thinking too much.
Are you planning to become Madoc No. 2?
Or is Jessica planning to become Orak's second?
Don't forget what ancestor Madoc said when he was training you.
He said he would be surprised if you could complete half of his secret realm.
Don't think your ancestors are joking.
Even if you inherit a battle prophet who only failed once from life to death.
But you also have to understand the conditions under which he, as a combat prophet, fights his opponents.
Even if there is danger, he can foresee it in advance.
And you don’t have that kind of prophetic ability.”
Rumlow's words were not polite at all.
But this is also the truth...
Maddock's peak came quickly.
When he was only a teenager, he was already one of the three chosen ancestors.
Ever since he came of age, Madoc has been a well-deserved strong man.
And the dangers that the strong have to face will never be on the level of countless fallen demons...
Madoc never lost in battle before he died, but even Luke had the same power as him.
When facing the enemies that Madoc has faced before, the chances of winning are slim...
This result is said to be a test, but more like a curse.
Madoc can easily defeat the weak as long as his opponent cannot crush him.
Then Madoc can foresee the opportunity for victory and even the method to achieve victory.
For Maddock, as long as his opponent makes a mistake, the situation will immediately begin to change.
Madoc knew these situations in advance and was prepared.
“So I don’t go to secret places very much recently.
The situation over there is definitely not much better, right?
Although Ancestor Talik has the title of Guardian, his explosive power in battle is also unimaginably high.
It's just that he always has to face the kind of passive combat.
Didn't Ancestor Talik say anything about your break into the secret realm?"
Luke tried his best to find a relatively easy topic.
It's just that this topic is just a little easier than what he has to face.
"Has anyone ever told you that you're really not good at communicating with others?"
Rumlow said a little feebly.
The situation he has to face is only slightly better than Luke's.
The experiences of these two ancestors were both difficult, but the situations they faced were different.
In large-scale wars, Maddock is more responsible for quickly clearing the enemy's elite enemies.
In a small number of cases, they take the initiative to attack the strongest person in the place and win from defeat.
And Talik...that's the rock beneath the tide.
Make sure Maddock will not be disturbed by other guys during the "one-on-one" battle.
Talik is very good at using cleave cuts that consume very little to create the maximum range of damage.
As for Kolik, his main responsibility is to deal with the opponent's second-in-command.
For Korik, who is good at using frenzy and holds the power of Bastion, there is no difference between killing one person and killing a group of people...
Each of the three ancestors has its own fighting style.
But for Luke and the others, this kind of battle with very distinctive characteristics requires them to be unusually comprehensive in order to pass...
“We can’t just stand still.
You have to give it a try after all, what if you can survive the secret realm?"
Luke cracked out a joke.
Although this joke is not funny at all.
"you're right."
Rumlow said this after a long while.
The two people's eyes could already see Bulkesso and the others sitting together in the square outside the Elder's Temple.
…
"The first thing you do when you come back is come to this place?
You seem too self-righteous, Jessica."
Koutur looked at Jessica who came to him, and what he said was not polite at all.
"I just don't know where else to go but here."
Jessica took out a bottle of whiskey from her backpack and threw it to Kurtul.
"You can go anywhere but here.
You are not Orak.
He stayed in this place because at his feet were the relics of countless young warriors who wanted to be him.
What about you? Are you Jessica or Orak?
You are neither of those right now!"
Kotur caught the thrown drink casually.
But he said very sharp and even hurtful words.
"Why would he choose me?
Is it just because he didn't have anyone to choose from at the time?
Although I have become a lot stronger now, even stronger than I dared to imagine in my dreams before.
But he clearly has a better choice.
Even if I died in his secret realm at that time, I wouldn't let him move in any way, would I?"
Jessica's expression was calm and her voice was calm.
But under the calm, Koutul could feel the somewhat fierce anger.
"Did you misunderstand something?
Orac watched the young warriors who wanted to be him die in his secret realm.
But who told you that he was not moved at all?"
After finishing speaking, Kotur let out a long sigh.
"Every outstanding warrior dies in his secret realm, and he sheds tears.
It's just that the young warriors didn't see it.
Orak didn't care about his emotions being seen by others, so there were actually not many people on the Holy Mountain who knew about it.
It's just that you never asked.
Do you really think us old guys won't feel pain when our flesh is torn open by the devil's claws?
We will also feel pain, and we will shed tears under severe pain.
It will also cry out when its skin and flesh are torn apart.
It's just that our battle cries and screams are too similar.
That's why there is a saying that barbarians ignore harm.
Listen, Jessica Jones.
You are not Orak, but you are almost not even yourself now."
Kotur looked at Jessica in front of him with a serious tone.
His demeanor was even more solemn.
"He is the barbarian god of war."
"His name is Orak, a barbarian born in the Big Bear tribe.
To be honest, I'm not very good at preaching.
If you ask other guys about his story, such as Cassius...
What he will tell you is particularly touching, and may even make people admire you.
But in my eyes, Orak is Orak.
He just didn't die early in those tragic battles.
For me, the title of God of War is more like describing an unlucky guy who has narrowly escaped death countless times."
Kotur wanted to say more, but it was already all he could to this point.
Unfortunately, Orak has experienced countless dangerous situations that required him to fight even though he was exhausted.
Fortunately Orak survived almost every time.
Even when he died in battle, he single-handedly defeated two legendary demons.
This is certainly lucky.
"Jessica, barbarians don't need a god of war.
All it takes is a strong enough leader.
If possible, I hope none of you need to bear this responsibility.
Unfortunately, most barbarians have to experience this feeling once.
After Orac died, it was Kultur, the big bear, who took the responsibility.
After Kotur dies, I will be responsible for it.
One by one, the strong died and the weak became strong.
Then start the cycle again.
The savages are used to it."
Cassius appeared out of nowhere and took over the conversation.
Jessica looked at Cassius' braided beard flicking back and forth, her eyes a little hollow.
He seemed to be in a trance.
"What's up with her?"
Cassius poked Couture in the waist with his elbow.
Cassius is of course also very tall and burly.
A pair of arms are even longer than the average person.
But he looks a bit petite compared to Koutul next to him...
"I have no idea.
I just don't want her to stay in this place all the time.
Orak stayed here to grieve at his own powerlessness.
And she seems to be remembering?"
Kotur bent down slightly, allowing him to speak softly so that Cassius could hear him.
The height difference between the two people is slightly obvious.
If an average person stood in front of Koutul and wanted to have a quiet word, it would be more cost-effective to make a phone call.
In order to save a small amount of phone bills, it is not cost-effective to injure your spine.
"Remember what?
Remember the glory of the barbarians?
Simply ridiculous.
What glory did the barbarians of our time have?
Driven from one end to the other by the devil, they are just a bunch of lost dogs.
It can’t be the time to remember the first generation ancestors, right?
I can’t even remember a few stories from that time, she knows nothing.”
Cassius did not hide his malice at all...
Bad mouth is also his trademark.
“Perhaps I’m just remembering the sense of relief I felt when I was dying in Orak’s secret realm?
Isn’t it often said that death is a kind of relief?”
Couture paid no attention to Cassius's rude remarks.
He has long been accustomed to the other party's rude way of speaking.
"Then tell me, what you thought before you died was liberation?"
Cassius rolled his eyes.
"Before I died, my only thought was whether I could survive."
Kotur's answer was particularly honest.
"Isn't that the end? Living people always have expectations for life.
If life were not too painful, who would want to die?
Anyway, don't say anything about other people's thoughts about life and death.
We all know how difficult it is to change someone."
Cassius patted Cultur on the arm.
These two guys both tried to change each other back then.
Couture hopes Cassius can be a little more polite...
At least don't open your mouth and start swearing within three sentences.
And Cassius Death Cultur can be a little more ruthless.
Don't be enthusiastic about everything.
The result is that neither of the two people has changed the other.
On the contrary, I changed myself a little bit.
Later on, the two of them would at least not think about changing others.
This kind of change in oneself is like a kind of growth.
"I had high hopes!"
Jessica's voice was particularly strong, even a little harsh.
It's like roaring at the risk of everything.
It's a pity that she doesn't understand Cassius' ability to turn any trash talk into a war cry.
So it just seems harsh.
"Whose high hopes?
Orak's?
Stop making trouble, he just doesn't want to see another life passing before his eyes after he dies.
I hope you know that it is also a skill for colleagues who remain confident to be less confident themselves.
And you seem a little too confident.
You seem a little different from ordinary people, but to the Nephalem.
You could be said to be born weak."
Cassius left no face for Jessica this time.
This chapter has been completed!