$352 The Last Defender of Tradition and the Past

"Hey, Luke."

Jessica appeared in front of Luke with a wound on her forehead.

There was a hint of teasing in her eyes.

She seemed to want to test Luke's love for her, and appeared in front of Luke with a brand new image.

Although her heart told her that Luke would not mind.

But the sensibility of a woman still made her do it.

And not far behind Jessica, Orlac's strong arms took Maddock away like a chicken.

Originally, Maddock was going to have a good talk with his heir about the battle. He had heard about Luke's performance on the battlefield from Raiko.

To be honest, although he was generally satisfied, Maddock would not stay at the level of being satisfied.

Luke needs to do better.

But now Orlac plans to give his tribesman, the young warrior Jessica, some time to be alone with his lover.

So the relatively "thin" Maddock was taken away by Orlac without struggling.

"Jessica, where is your long hair?"

Luke asked Jessica with some scars, a little slow, with some sadness in his eyes.

Then he looked up and down at his lover.

"Punk style also suits you, dear."

Luke said the most sincere love words, and gently held Jessica's hand.

But his action was a little too gentle.

It was as if Jessica was a fragile porcelain.

Luke was not stupid, he knew that Jessica's look was because of her hand.

In a short time, he had figured out how to comfort his lover, even if he acted a little stupid.

He even hid his sadness in a very clumsy way.

It was certainly a sad thing that he failed to protect his lover until the last moment.

"Luke, what did you gain?"

Jessica showed her white teeth and smiled like a fool.

Perhaps in front of each other who really love each other, no one will care too much about their image.

Because the love between the two is no longer connected by appearance.

Besides, this novelty might be a kind of interest.

"Not bad, at least I feel how big the gap is between me and the current Rorschach. I also know how to keep working hard."

Luke said with a smile, and his hand unconsciously placed on Jessica's head and rubbed it gently.

"Luke."

Jessica shouted with some resentment.

Luke's hand trembled a little, making her feel a little uncomfortable.

"Luke, let's get rid of that guy as soon as possible. I feel that I can't watch that scum continue to exist."

Jessica said this with a smile.

Bursts of anger are flickering.

The killing intention suddenly rose!

Jessica finally awakened the talent of the barbarian.

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The generation of anger will be faster, and the influence of anger on the mind will be weakened, so that stronger anger can be controlled!

More powerful anger means heavier attacks!

This talent is something that almost every barbarian can master, and it can help barbarians fight better.

"Then, as soon as possible."

Luke said with a mouthful of exceptionally white teeth.

His face was solemn.

Purple man?

How can dying once be enough!

Dying at the hands of Bul-Kathos is called liberation!

And dying at the hands of Jessica is revenge!

Jessica's true rebirth requires saying goodbye to the nightmare of the past, and then embarking on the road of redemption with a brand new attitude.

...

"Madoc, do you know what your actions will lead to?"

Orak said, pinching Madoc's neck.

The bulging muscles of his thick arms were stuck tightly on Madoc's throat.

Madoc's eyes were wide open, and he looked at Orak without avoiding.

"I am helping my friends, and my actions have led to a better life for my friends! I am a dead man, and I don't need a stable life, but my friends deserve better things!"

The firmness in his words was very moving.

Even Bul-Kathos would be moved after hearing it.

Because that "friend" is him.

"Your words are much better than before."

Orak suddenly smiled, but the smile was a little hideous.

"But, you destroyed the stability of the Holy Mountain! What is the gate of the Holy Mountain, no one knows better than you, and what did you do!"

The bulging blood vessels can be seen on Orak's head.

The spine of Madok, who was held in his arms, made a series of crisp sounds!

Madok made some minor sacrifices, and the strength of his soul was greatly weakened when he rushed into the dark soul stone!

The era when the three ancestors were called together has passed, and now Madok can't even defeat Orak.

As a gatekeeper, Madok originally had the power second only to Raiko and Volusk, but now, I am afraid that even Orlongus, who is the least good at close combat, can press Madok to the ground and beat him up!

"The hope of the barbarians is not the Holy Mountain! My hope is not the Holy Mountain! It's Bul-Kathos!"

Madok roared with a red face, but his voice became very weak under the restriction of Orak.

"Bulkasso! It's Bulcasso again! Why does that idiot Qualkek think that Bulcasso is the future? Doesn't he want to see countless young people exercising in the square? He doesn't want to see happiness become a barbarian. All of life!"

Orak once again showed the spirit of a furious lion, his beard and hair were mixed together, and the strength in his arms became more and more powerful.

Madoc could hardly bear it now.

Orak is the center of past glory.

He is also the last defender of tradition and the past!

"Orak! Stop!"

Tarik said after punching Orak in the chest.

Rather than using words to stop disputes, he still prefers to stop them first and then speak.

Talik caught Maddock's somewhat limp body and stood firmly in front of Orak.

Orak's steps did not retreat, but his body was pushed forward by tremendous force.

"God of War? The God of War of an era is certainly respectable, but you have no right to question other people's beliefs! Orak!"

Talik and Orak stood there facing each other.

He held the slightly weak Madoc's motionless front and shook Orak's anger.

"The three ancestors have lost their most violent vanguard, and only the supporter Talik and the compassionate Korik are left. How should you guard the Holy Mountain?"

The title of Tarik's defender was spoken by Orak in a contemptuous tone, but he did not react at all.

Struggling supporter? Talik agrees with this assessment.

If you can kill the enemy cleanly, why defend?

Orak scowled.

The three ancestors are part of the clampdown on the Immortal King.

Although this cannot be exemplified by Bulkesso, the authority of the Holy Mountain controlled by the three ancestors plus the successor of the Immortal King is enough to restrict the Immortal King like Volusk.

But now, it's impossible.

If after Bulcaisel ascended the throne of the Immortal King, he planned to do something to harm the barbarians, it would be impossible to stop him.

Among the present savages, the ancestors took over the responsibilities of the Council of Elders.

Coupled with the three ancestors, the previous generation of immortal kings and the successors of the next generation, it is complete enough to fight against the current immortal king.

The existence of Leiko can only temporarily replace Warusk's position, and Warusk assumes the responsibility of the great elder.

The damage to the power of the three ancestors made Bulcasso the only exception!

No one can stop him from doing anything.

"Bulkasso will be our hope, I have no doubt about it."

Tarik said this.

Orak had nothing to say.

No matter how angry he was, he could not restore Madoc's soul to its original state.

"Prove to me that the three ancestors still have enough power."

Orak habitually stretched his hands to his waist.

It’s just that his God of War Blade has been passed down to Jessica.

Orak's hand could only hold the legendary phantom out of thin air.

"Stop it, Orak."

Bulcaisel walked forward with a frown on his face.

He always felt that he frowned a lot more during this period.

"I will make Madoc recover, you don't have to worry."

Bulcaisel held down Orak's arm and forcefully pushed Orak's arm back to his side.

"You cannot weaken yourself, Bulcaisel."

Orak took a step forward, his chest collided with Bulcaisuo, and he spoke condescendingly.

If Bulkesso loses his own essence, he will naturally be able to make up for Madoc's loss.

But just as the barbarians could not suppress the three ancestors of the Immortal King, they could not let the Immortal King become weak.

Orak's anger was still high.

"Olak, I know very well what tradition means, so I will not break what seems to me to be correct. Nor will I use the name of innovation in a high-sounding way.

It became clear to me that uncontrolled forces were both the savior and the greater threat. "

Bulqueso felt a little sore in his head.

Complex things came one after another, which made even a powerful man feel a little haggard.

"You are talking nonsense, now look at what I do! Burqaso! This is one of the few things I can teach you!"

The anger in Orak's body turned towards incandescence, and then a ray of light rushed directly into Madoc's body.

"Do it first! Talk later!"

Orac's breath began to stagnate in an instant, and his huge body shrank visibly to the naked eye.

"Now Madoc's title is not the Sorrower or the Battle Prophet, but the God of War. Anyway, he is dead and is no longer a prophet, so the title of God of War suits him just right."

Orak subconsciously wanted to hold onto his God of War Blade, but missed it.

"He won't like my legend anyway, so just keep fighting with your own sorrow. Cassius will take care of that little bear, right!?"

Orak said like a roar.

The figure faded a bit.

"I will take good care of every clan member."

The one who came out was not Cassius, the strongest man from the Big Bear tribe, but Kotur, a somewhat honest guy.

His promise is the most powerful among the ancestors.

Only he will keep the promise between himself and the devil.

"Kotur, it would be great if you could be more thoughtful."

Kotur is Orac's favorite junior. His body is as strong as an upright bear.

Orak said this.

The body began to sag toward the ground of the Holy Mountain.

To be entrusted with glory and legend is a huge trauma for these souls.

Orak had just entrusted his God of War's Blade to him not long ago, and now he had given the glory of the God of War to Mardoc.

He needs some time to rest.

"Also, let the heir of that bastard Madoc know what he has to do if he wants to marry a girl from the Big Bear tribe!"

Orac's last words were decisive.

And he also slept under the ground full of weapons, accompanied by the soldiers who had died trying to inherit his glory.

"Orak, you are too stubborn. Stubborn and unwilling to listen to what others have to say."

Bulcaisuo sighed longly.

This was the first time he sighed.

Bulcaisel always felt that he was becoming more and more like an old man.

He opened his palm and revealed a pink gem that was as ordinary as a roadside stone.

The power of simplicity!

This is one of the few original legendary gems left on Bul-Katho.

A legendary gem obtained from the female warrior monk, or the female venerable Lian Rasmussen.

The increased damage from energy-generating attacks and skills is not that important.

But the powerful vitality awakened from the body with the attack is what deserves the most attention.

"Your slam is perfect for this gem."

Bulcaisuo said sadly.

Fortunately, Orac is not resting in peace like Qualkek.

It only takes a while to see this paternalistic God of War again in the Holy Mountain.

Barbarians never forcefully change other people's will and ideas.

In the collision of wills, the stronger one will win in the end, but facing a respectable elder, Bulcaisuo can't stop this choice.

"Kolik might be a better match for this gem."

Leiko walked out and said casually.

Bulcaisu liked this gem very much, and even rejected Karasim's condition of exchanging it with the Original Legendary Powerful Disaster and the Original Freedom Stone.

The power of simplicity is really strong.

Even if you only wear those imitation gems, every punch, every kick, and every chopping hammer can restore one-twenty-fifth of your body's vitality.

In terms of attack power, the increase is unparalleled.

But he was willing to give the gem to his friend.

Like his friends were willing to sacrifice for him.

"Dead people cannot retain their vitality, but they can use this vitality to heal the damage to their souls."

Madoc looked at the Power of Simplicity and said this.

He stood upright with Talik's support, looked at the piece of land where Orak always sat cross-legged, and spat hard.

"Mind your own business, I don't like your old-fashioned God of War Glory at all! I will train a God of War, and if it doesn't work, I will reunite the Glory of the God of War with the Big Bear Tribe."

Madoc gritted his teeth and turned around.

No one would look at Madoc's face without understanding the charm.

Even if it doesn't look like tears streaming down my face, it definitely won't look good.

Moreover, the older people get, the more they care about face.

When Madoc was young, he received a lot of guidance and support from Orak.

How to fight, how to use the power of the body, and even how to control anger to continue the fight.

These things give Madoc a strong Orak style.

It's just that Madoc refused the honor of taking over as the God of War in the name of being a "war prophet".

And the elder finally entrusted the glory of the God of War to Madoc.

A reincarnation that lasted hundreds of years.