731 Kotur Who Loves to Smash Demons to Pieces! (First Update)

The Big Bear Tribe under Orak's command is ushering in a period of development.

Although it is still difficult, such a life is better than constant migration.

The Big Bear tribe got a very precious time to grow their tribe little by little.

It's just that this time is not long after all, it is only ten years!

The reason for all this happening is just the appearance of a legendary demon.

No one knows where the big rat named Hamelin appeared from, nor why it stares at the barbarians of the Big Bear tribe.

After the time when Hamelin was raging, the mages from Xiansai Academy studied this.

The guess that has been approved by most mages is very cruel.

They believed that this big rat, which had lost its mind after being eaten by the shadow rats on its body, discovered by chance that the flesh and blood of the Nephalem could make the shadow rats behind it a little quieter.

Perhaps this would make Hamelin's pain less painful, so he began to forage.

In that era, it was not uncommon for people with pure bloodline to be called Nephalem, but they were definitely not many.

Although most of the professionals have gathered together, they are different from the barbarians.

To be precise, it is different from barbarians and druids!

Because only barbarians and druids retained the tribe's gathering method, they became the best hunting targets!

Among those who have relatively maintained the purity of their bloodline, the Nephalem's bloodline is more obvious.

So a helpless and even tragic past happened like this.

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"Orak! We don't have enough food anymore!

We didn't have time to catch prey on the way out!

There is snow all the way, and there are no plants!

Not to mention plants that can be used as food, there are not even a few trees! "

Cassius, who had become an excellent warrior at that time, stood beside Orac with bloodstains all over his body and roared.

You can already see the white bones on his fists!

But with the powerful physique of the angry barbarian, the wounds are healing, but the scars cannot disappear.

Those demons are not easy to deal with at all.

"Cassius, your talent in weapons is obviously more powerful.

Why not use molten fire to fly slag? "

Orak did not have any reply to the bad news brought by Cassius. On the contrary, he was somewhat dissatisfied with Cassius's fighting method.

Cassius has an unknown legendary battle ax in his hand, but he doesn't use it much.

Yes, Molten Slag is a hand axe, but it looks more like a hammer...

He is obviously very proficient in using one-handed weapons in combat!

Even in the use of one-handed weapons, Cassius's skills are not much inferior to Orac's.

But he only used the molten slag as training equipment.

At most, at most, it is used to strike iron ingots when serving as a blacksmith.

“I have said since I was a kid that I would become a legend with both fists!

As for the molten fire and flying slag! Besides his name, who else knows the legend that this looks like a hammer but is actually an axe?

What is the use of this thing besides reducing the process of making a fire when hunting? "

Cassius was not polite at all.

Among barbarians, respect only needs to be kept in the heart, and no one cares whether the language is too rough.

As for the legendary Molten Slag, it can release a fireball when attacking.

It can make the prey become mature directly after death, even a little burnt...

"He allows you to fight without worrying about whether your hand will be broken!

And it can make you maintain stronger combat effectiveness during battle! "

Orak looked very dissatisfied.

If you ignore the various injuries on his body, Orak is still very handsome.

“Cassius, Orak!

I just smashed an elite floor-pounding demon! Do you think this thing is useful? "

Kotur walked over somewhat naively. At this time, he was already stronger than Orak.

It's just that he doesn't always act very smart.

"What are you doing holding the leg of the Earth-beating Demon?

Is this thing used to pitch a tent? "

Cassius unceremoniously took away the strong leg of the Earthbreaker from Kotur!

Then he stood up and struck hard with his knee!

With the sound of kabar, Cassius threw the intact long leg of the earth-beating demon towards Orak with a strange look on his face.

Then this strong leg was shattered by Orak's knife!

"Cassius, you are injured! Your knee should be split!"

As we all know, Koutul is a real person and speaks the truth.

"Shut up Kotur! I know!

This little injury won't affect my fight! "

Cassius' injured leg was shaking, and the flesh on his face was also shaking!

This tremor can be seen in the trembling braided beard on his chin.

The tail end of the beard can also create a playful arc along with this trembling...

"I'm going to break the queen! You two hurry up and find some prey!

At this time, we must at least ensure the physical strength of the soldiers! "

Orak made a relatively cruel decision.

Food for the soldiers must be ensured during the migration.

As for the old, weak, sick and disabled...if there is any food left, they can also take a bite.

"Also! Kotur, don't leave me any food!

But you'd better not give your food to your mother anymore!"

Orak said this before turning around and leaving.

"Cassius, how did Orak know?"

Kotur stared blankly at Cassius who was still trembling on the spot and asked.

"You idiot! You can even eat a demon alive during a battle! Only a fool can't see it!"

Cassius rolled his eyes and limped to the front of the team.

"Also, really don't give food to Auntie anymore!

You're not helping her!"

Cassius' words were a little cold, as if with some reluctance.

Kotur, who was standing there, clenched his fists!

He knew that it was irresponsible for the tribe to leave his food to his mother at this time.

As one of the top three fighters in the tribe, Kotur's condition would largely affect the safety of this migration.

"But, that's my mother!"

Kotur muttered softly.

Then he smiled.

His somewhat slow head suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he discovered Orak's care. Although this care was a bit stiff, Kotul would remember this kindness.

...

The hunting process was not difficult, but the time was a bit tight.

Kotul and Cassius successfully brought back the prey, although it was still a drop in the bucket for the tribe of the Great Bear.

Kotul pulled his coat tightly and used his body temperature to keep the heat of two pieces of meat that were not even as big as his fist.

The stitches of his coat were very rough, and it looked like the fabric of a tent.

But this coat was warm enough.

"Mom, I brought food back!

Look, it's two pieces of meat!"

Kotul squeezed through the crowd, although he didn't do it deliberately.

But his huge body would naturally make those people squeezed to the ground after walking into the crowd.

He was the only one in the migration team who was going against the flow, and the old, weak, and disabled in the team needed to huddle together to keep warm.

Kotul spoke in his smallest voice, fearing that other tribesmen would hear him.

He did this not because he was worried that the tribesmen would take food from his mother, but because he did not want his mother to be noticed by others.

But any sound was obvious in this team that was silently rushing on the road.

Along the way, there was only the sound of the wind except for the rustling sound of feet stepping on the snow.

In the crowd, Kotul could see his mother at a glance.

It was not because his mother was so conspicuous, but because of the blood connection between a son and his mother.

"Mom, it's meat..."

Kotul's voice was very small.

He saw his mother walking with the help of others.

Or rather, dragging...

Her mother was not attacked by anyone, and was also helped by the tribesmen.

But now she can no longer walk by herself.

"Kotul."

This was the voice of Kotul's mother's neighbor, the old woman who was carrying Kotul's mother!

Although she was an old woman, she was also a barbarian.

It was just that walking with a thin corpse on her back was barely possible.

"Is mom dead?"

Koutu's voice was very weak.

It was as if all his strength had been taken away.

At this time, he realized that he had not eaten any food for almost a week.

After Kotu's father went hunting when he was a child, only a pair of very ordinary wristbands were sent back.

His mother was his last relative.

"Your mother couldn't chew any food yesterday.

These are what she left for you."

The aunt took out a small animal skin bag from her arms.

Her approach was almost the same as Kotu's.

They were all warming the food with their body temperature.

"No! Every time I watched my mother swallow the food!"

Kotu seemed a little confused. He realized that his mother was dead.

But he seemed to be questioning as if he could not accept this result at all!

"She ate it, but she would bite her throat as soon as you left.

She didn't even chew the meat, but just used her teeth to cut it into the largest size she could swallow.

Then, all the food is here..."

The aunt threw the animal skin bag in her hand very weakly.

The bag fell one step away from Kotur.

The mouth of the bag opened, and inside were the pieces of meat that were almost swallowed whole.

On the edges of the meat, only a little bit of digestion could be seen, but there was no stain!

After every forced vomiting, Kotur's mother would use her body temperature to melt the snow on the ground to wash away the stomach acid on the meat.

This is a mother's love for her child...although it seems a bit of cleanliness.

Kotur thought of Cassius' words.

Cassius asked him not to give his mother food anymore, just for this!

The physical strength consumed by vomiting is very huge for an old woman who has been disabled for a long time.

Kotur's mother used to be a warrior, and her physical strength could have supported her to go further.

But I did this so that my son wouldn't be disappointed and so that he could actually eat some food.

She did so without hesitation!

Kotur first picked up his mother from behind the aunt, and then picked up the animal skin bag on the ground.

I don't know how many barbarians passed by here along the way, but no one even glanced at the food in the open pocket.

"Mother……"

Kotur muttered blankly, and then grabbed a lot of food that was in his mother's belly in the animal skin bag.

Then he stuffed it into his mouth fiercely!

Kotur swallowed the piece of meat without chewing it.

Big mouthfuls!

He hugged his mother and turned around, preparing to rush towards the front of the team.

Over there is Cassius distributing food to the soldiers.

He and Cassius were back, and the warriors had something to eat.

Next it's time to tell Orak that it's okay to disengage from the fight.

Kotur touched the two newly allocated pieces of meat in his arms and walked a little faster.

My mother is dead, so I can't accept Orak's kindness!

This extra piece of food should be returned to Orak!

As for the mother...

It was difficult to carry a corpse with him during the migration, and Koutul had to fight from time to time, so he couldn't take his mother with him.

And he couldn't give his mother's body to the previous aunt.

Suddenly Kotur turned around as if he remembered something.

Then he held out his hand holding the food that had been heated by his body temperature, and then spread it out!

You can still faintly see some heat on the meat.

"Auntie, this is my food.

You took my mother so far, I must compensate you.

Please accept it! "

Koutul subconsciously wanted to scratch his head, but he couldn't do it now.

"Kotur, go and fight.

Your mother let her stay here!

This is the Arreat Mountains, and Bulcasso will protect her soul. "

The aunt pushed away the big hand in front of her, and also pushed away the precious food.

A barbarian's life may be as humble as an insect in times of crisis, but he will never let his spirit become despicable!

Even though this might be a chance to survive!

"Bulkess? I've never seen him.

But I think he would be a great guy. "

Kotur slowly squatted down, stuffed the food into his arms again, and then inserted his hands into the ground forcefully!

The ground is shaking!

As Kotur's muscles suddenly expanded, his huge brute force created a deep pit on the ground!

Then, he kissed his mother's forehead for the last time...

"Goodbye mother, if Bulcaisle really exists.

I'll see him. "

Kotur completed his farewell, supported the huge ground with one hand, then put down his mother, and then gently filled the ground.

He had to do this so the demons wouldn't dig up the ground and gnaw at his mother's body.

Then Kotur strode towards the front of the team!

He's going hunting!

Orak is the God of War!

No one can take away Orak's life when Orak doesn't want to die!

While Orak is stopping the demon, he will bring enough prey for every tribesman to take a bite!

Then solemnly hand over the portion of food that belongs to Orak to Orak!

Koutul didn't cry because he was Koutul!

He will not cry under the gaze of his mother, nor will he shed tears under the gaze of his tribe!

Only when he smashed those demons to pieces on the ground and splashed plasma on his face, could he shed a few tears because of the discomfort in the corners of his eyes!

Kotur likes the feeling of smashing the devil into pieces and leaving the residue in his eyes!

That's right!

He just likes this feeling, not just looking for an opportunity to cry!

demon! All must die! It's better to die without a complete body!