$730 Wanting to Be Strong, Cassius and Cotul

"How should I judge whether I should trust someone?"

Rumlow was very concerned about this question.

"As long as you are not valuable to be used, then you don't have to worry about these problems.

But now it seems that you are more or less useful.

But you still think too highly of yourself. In our era, your current strength can probably be the chief officer of a fortress, right?"

Cassius knocked Andakurgas to the ground with a punch, and kicked him in the back of the head.

"This is not the answer I want.

I just don't want to be deceived."

Rumlow was obviously not satisfied with Cassius's answer.

Ordinary people would not be satisfied with such nonsense answers.

"No one likes to be deceived, but the problem is that no one can avoid being deceived!

When I was a child, my mother said that my brother was the only one I could trust without reservation!

What happened? Didn't my mother still lie to me?"

Andakurgas's voice came from the snow.

Then he swung the knife in his hand from the back of his head.

This move is just right for dealing with being pinned to the ground, but if the shoulder joint is not flexible enough, it is better to give up this move as soon as possible.

Cassius jumped to avoid the blade, and then fell back to Andakurgas's back.

However, this period of time in the air was enough for Andakurgas to dodge.

The most important point of the legend of the Oath Keeper is that he personally broke his brother who did not keep his oath...

If he said that, others really couldn't find any room for rebuttal.

"Your brother deceived you, don't blame it on your aunt!"

Cassius pinched the two hands of the Ontario man, and then shook his head and his braided beard swept across Andakurgas' eyes.

"Your dirty tricks!"

Andakurgas seemed particularly excited.

"I have given you the weapon, can't I hit you with my beard?"

Cassius didn't think he had done anything wrong.

Since he chose to fight with his bare hands, it's not wrong to use some tricks, right?

Moreover, this move is useless for many demons, after all, not every demon is as tall as the barbarians.

There are even demons without eyeballs.

"You mean I don't need to worry about this problem?"

Rumlow shook his head.

This answer is not what he wants.

Getting to the bottom of things is sometimes an excellent quality, and the two barbarian ancestors present did not care too much.

"You are not the strongest one, why are you so anxious to think about it?

Let Bul-Katho worry about this kind of thing, you just need to get stronger as soon as possible."

Cassius said this in a busy schedule, and the price was that two teeth were knocked out by the handle of the Oathkeeper...

"I just don't want to die in a daze.

At least when I die, I don't feel aggrieved."

Rumlow twisted his mouth, jumped up and kicked Cassius in the back.

The force was not small, but the effect was not good.

When he jumped, Cassius had already reacted, and Rumlow's surprise attack resulted in being knocked over by a punch.

"Then have fun!

Have a good fight, and then review the fight while holding your wounds in the middle of the night when you can't sleep well because of anger!

Do this every day, and you will always get stronger.

The fighting technique is not just as simple as skills.

You should learn how to use the least effort to get the greatest results.

Although we rarely pay attention to this.

After all, anger is always endless!"

Andakurgas laughed loudly.

It is a common problem for old people to like young people.

In order to prevent themselves from getting old so quickly, these ancestors like to get along with young people.

They also often imitate some of each other's movements and habits when they were young, just to prevent themselves from losing interest in this world too early.

Eternal life?

The only result of eternal life is to become bored!

...

"Koutu, when can I meet your requirements?

Although I am not so keen on fighting, I can't stay here and do nothing when everyone is in the most dangerous time."

Jessica said expressionlessly.

As she continued to get stronger during this period of time, she also saw a lot of stories about Orak in the past.

This way of becoming stronger has an impact on a person's personality, so barbarians don't like this method.

After seeing another person's life, it is very likely that you can't even tell who you are.

This is a common problem for many monks, and each of them gets the same as the previous life.

Such people can't escape from the cage and can only become another person.

"My request?

I don't have any request. You can leave at any time if you want.

Even if you die outside, I won't care much.

You have to know that I'm just a dead person.

Although I can still join the battle, a dead person is a dead person."

Kotur kept repeating the process of picking up snowballs from the ground and crushing them.

He is obviously very bored now.

"I want to continue the bloodline of the Big Bear Tribe."

Jessica stopped swinging the knife.

As her movements stopped, the cracks in her body caused by the power she could not fully control began to heal.

Except that the linen shirt on his body was stained with blood, there was no change at all.

"I support you, it doesn't matter whether it is extended or not."

Kotur stretched out his hand toward his back, and then pulled it back helplessly.

He was so strong that he couldn't even scratch his back.

Like a daughter, Jessica walked up to Koutur's back and stretched out her hand to help him catch him.

"You all seem to be more free and easy than I thought?"

Jessica asked casually.

“I’ve been dead for so many years, and there aren’t many things I can’t look away from.

You are not the last barbarian, so you don't need to worry about these problems.

You know that, right?

Ethnic groups are as big as tribes, and tribes are bigger than their respective legends.

This is the consistent understanding of barbarians, no matter what tribe you come from.

The continuation of the tribe is of course important, but it is of little value in the face of the continuation of the race. "

Kotur pinched his head with his huge palm.

In addition to the thick arms that don't look like normal people, this guy Kotur also has a pair of huge hands.

These hands were used to hold stone pots when he was young.

The average bowl is not big enough...

Although the Barbarian Bowl is big enough for anyone but a Barbarian.

“It seems to me that the order may be reversed.

Some people are more important than tribes, and tribes are more important than ethnic groups.

That's probably it? "

Jessica spoke her thoughts unabashedly.

It's just a different philosophy, so there's no need to make a fuss.

“That’s because you think there aren’t enough people who are more important than the tribe.

I only came up with my current idea after the people I valued spread throughout the entire ethnic group.

At the beginning, I just hoped that my mother could eat more meat. "

Kotur scratched his beard on his face with a naive look on his face.

"It was a long time and a story of ups and downs."

Jessica stopped and raised the God of War Blade on her waist again.

Swinging a knife is a process of polishing one's body. For Jessica, who received a gift from Orak, there is no more convenient way to grow.

Until Orac's gift is fully digested, Jessica doesn't need to worry about any bottlenecks on her way to becoming stronger.

Although for the Nephalem, the bottleneck itself is even more different.

But there is still a big gap in the speed at which the two become stronger at this stage.

"You mean you're still young?"

Kotur asked hesitantly.

"I mean, I have to leave the Holy Mountain before I can meet those people who I may value very much in the future."

Jessica didn't find it troublesome at all to talk to Koutul.

Kotur has always been relatively gentle, and his temper can be considered a truly good one.

If he could get rid of his hobby of wrestling with small animals, Kotur might become the most popular ancestral spirit.

…

When he was a child, Kotur was actually the biggest burden on his family.

It is a good thing for a savage child to be able to eat it from an early age.

Because being able to eat means they will grow faster.

Although the lifespan of the barbarian group is long enough, the teenage stage is no different from that of normal people.

Barbarians just have a long prime period.

But Kotur may be an exception, because he can eat a lot.

None of the three adult warriors could match his appetite.

This situation is actually a bit scary.

Because in the era when Kotur grew up, the barbarians had only just found a place to stay.

And that's exactly what Orak brings.

Qu'tur and Cassius were both barbarians born during Orac's last days.

They were honored to witness the glory of the God of War, and also experienced the end of the God of War.

In their eyes, the status of Orak, the God of War, is higher than that of Volusk, the immortal king.

After all, the immortal king Volusk would not take them hunting, nor would he leave the damn throne.

After Volusk became a soul, he never left his throne.

He looks like a power-hungry fool.

"It's time to eat!"

Orac's roar sounded like this three or four times a day.

There is no need for a complicated command system in a tribe of thousands of people.

Although the Big Bear Tribe had entered a stage of recovery at this time, it was still far from the 50,000 to 60,000 people it had when Orak sacrificed himself.

At this time, under the leadership of Orac, the Big Bear Tribe had just had a few months of peace.

This has not yet reached the explosive period of population growth.

"Let's go, Kotur, let's go eat!"

Kotur's mother always smiled and asked her son to queue up.

Kotur's father is a tribal hunter and hunts every day.

Usually, they only come back with their prey every ten days and a half.

Kotur's mother was a tailor with poor skills and could only do some repair work for various tents.

When it comes to sewing clothes, her craftsmanship is a bit lacking.

The environment of the Arreat Mountains is actually quite harsh, and the area occupied by the Big Bear Tribe is not as rich in resources as the Bull Tribe.

Hunting is a somewhat troublesome thing.

Orak could not go hunting personally like Reiko.

The Bull Tribe did not have only Reiko as a fighting force at that time.

Whether it was the warrior Jorez or the chief Kanuk, the power of these two guys was enough to protect the tribe.

So Reiko could go hunting personally.

But what about the Big Bear Tribe?

There was only one Orak, and although Orak was not much weaker than Reiko, he just couldn't leave his tribe.

He couldn't even participate in hunting...

A tribe of more than a thousand people might become a thing of the past because of a natural disaster if they lost their strongest.

At that time, the Big Bear Tribe was like a small candle that could be extinguished in the wind and snow at any time.

When Kotur took his own pot to wait for the distribution of food, his mother would never show up.

Instead, she would do more work at home.

At that time, the Big Bear Tribe was truly united, and no one ever said that they would only give the same food to Kotul's family as others.

Barbarians care a lot about eating, and everyone hopes that everyone can eat enough.

It's just that Kotul ate a little more...

"Kotul, is your mother working hard again today?

Go back and persuade your mother not to push herself too hard."

Orak liked to pat Kotul's head when distributing food.

This was not special treatment, but Kotul's mother deserved this treatment.

Kotul's parents were both excellent warriors.

The Big Bear Tribe had declined to the point where even a family didn't need to decide who went out hunting based on strength.

Kotul's parents were both warriors, and they were very brave.

It wasn't until Kotul's mother was completely cut off half of her palm by the power of the rules while she was keeping watch for the tribe that she retreated from the front line.

She could only count five fingers on her left hand, but four of these five fingers were half short.

And only the thumb was left on her right hand.

Such a warrior cannot hold a weapon.

Even if she is a tailor, she can only do some rough work.

She can't do such work quickly, but fortunately the tents she mends are very warm.

"Can I not practice the use of weapons?"

Kutul asked Orak in front of him while holding a pot that is several times larger than other families.

"Why?"

Orak was a little concerned.

The initial practice of barbarians usually starts with weapons.

In that era, no barbarian became a legend with bare hands.

"Because Kotul's mother can't use weapons.

So I told Kotul that I can become a legend without weapons!"

Another barbarian child who is equally strong but several times smaller than Kotul shouted loudly.

This is Cassius.

"For your mother? This road is not easy at all."

Orak did not refuse forcefully.

Orak is very gentle when treating children, after all, children are the hope of the future.

"I will go on with Coutur.

I believe I can become a legendary barbarian faster than Coutur!"

Cassius patted Coutur's back hard, making a loud sound.

"I believe you!"

Coutur said this in a daze.

In fact, they both did it.

Two legendary barbarians who don't use weapons, they have never been weaker than other legends.

Cassius, who fights with fists, is even called the strongest warrior in history.

Coutur, who is brute force, doesn't have any fancy titles, only leaving various speculations about the source of his power for future generations.

The symbol of the strong who don't use weapons is their belts.

Cassius's pride, and Coutur's buckle.

Two unique and powerful legends!