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On the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, Jessica was chatting with Kotul.

It could be said that they were chatting, but they were actually trying to get some information out.

For example, how those legendary equipment were shaped.

"If I have to say it, it's probably the power of belief.

Everyone believes that this equipment has magical power, so this equipment really has this power.

To be honest, you can't say that we have no power without equipment.

Anyway, I can't understand it.

Let's take Orak's God of War Blade as an example.

You should know the power of this weapon, but if Orak wants, he can use that kind of fierce attack even if he has a wooden stick in his hand...

Because this is his power itself.

It's just that it is solidified on his commonly used weapons by some kind of power."

Kotul is not very good at communication.

But he still told Jessica what he knew as much as he could.

Jessica's status is somewhat special.

As a pure barbarian of the Great Bear Tribe, it is not strange to be given extra care by the "elders".

"It sounds like a lie coming true.

You can't say that the legendary equipment was originally created by the King of Lies, right?

If so, then the strength of the Nephalem may just be a hoax.

As long as Bieler removes the lie at the critical moment, the people who rely on legendary equipment to become stronger will immediately become weaker.

Have you ever thought about this problem?"

Jessica wiped the weapon in her hand with a clean cloth and rolled her eyes at Kotul.

The answer given by Kotul could not convince Jessica.

"Bieler does not have this kind of power.

Even if he improves his strength to the level of the Three Demon Gods, he can't do this.

We do have a suspect, but that guy is an angel."

Kotul hesitated when he said this.

It seems that he is thinking about whether he should tell Jessica about this unconfirmed conjecture.

"I think this is the power of fate.

If this is really a conspiracy of some existence, then it can only be fate.

As the first angel born, even before other archangels.

Maybe Inarius did something at the moment of his birth.

After all, Inarius was still able to control fate at that time.

Maybe... I mean maybe.

The first thing Inarius did when he wanted to resist fate was to allow legendary equipment to be born in this world.

Only his first resistance to fate could make use of such a powerful power of fate."

Koutuer still said.

Although this was not what he speculated.

It was a guess made by Kanai when he was chatting.

It's just that Kanai didn't let others mention him when talking about this matter.

After hearing this, Jessica finally wanted to believe it.

This guess is more convincing than that lie.

"Didn't you ask?"

Jessica looked at the embarrassed Coutur and asked.

She really wanted to know the answer, so she still asked when Coutur was embarrassed.

"We? Are you talking about Bul-Kathos?

I don't know, maybe he asked those archangels?

I just don't think he would care about this kind of thing."

Kutul said stiffly.

It does make sense that legendary equipment is the product of resisting fate.

Because legends are not only forged by Nephalem.

Angels and demons are the same.

High Heaven and Burning Hell both have their own legends.

If this is a lie, why would Bilie do such a thankless task?

Even if the existence of legendary equipment does not pose any threat to Bilie, what about other hell demons?

Even if the Burning Hell can give birth to legends, High Heaven will be in a mess.

The increase of legendary equipment is still very powerful.

"What will you do if I die in battle?"

Jessica said very seriously.

As the last living barbarian of the Great Bear Tribe, can she enjoy certain special treatment on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath?

This question can determine many things.

"If you die in battle, I will take Cassius with me to avenge you.

But we will not interfere in every battle of yours.

If you die, then die."

Koutu said in a muffled voice.

He was serious.

The continuation of the race is indeed something that the barbarians value.

But it is unlikely that they will pay special attention to a certain tribe.

Tribes and ethnic groups cannot be marked off.

Bulkaso is still the last stag, and no other barbarians have asked him to get married and have children immediately.

As long as there are barbarians alive, that is enough.

Perhaps when protecting the last living barbarian, these guys will have some different choices.

But since things have not reached that point, everything will follow tradition...

Even if this tradition seems a bit rough and inhumane.

"I know, anyway, I just need to be myself.

I don't need to consider other things, right?"

Jessica smiled.

She stuffed the cloth in her hand into her backpack.

Then she carefully hung the God of War's Blade around her waist.

Then he turned his body to feel if his actions would be affected.

Then he opened a portal directly.

"Since I have not been given the responsibility to revive the Great Bear Tribe,

I can fight as a barbarian.

Enjoy victory and blood, wield anger and swords!

This kind of life is much better than what I worried about at the beginning."

Jessica seemed to be relieved of something.

Although she had been getting stronger before, she had always been entangled in her heart.

The title of "the last barbarian of the Great Bear Tribe" made her feel heavy pressure.

Now that there is no such pressure, she can live the way she wants.

What could be more relaxing than this?

"Have a good trip, and chop off a few more demon heads by the way.

If possible, I want a little head of the thumping demon as a wine bowl."

Kotul smiled and waved his hand as a farewell.

After the portal closed in front of him, Kotul showed a face of sorrow.

"Cassius, do you think it's really good for me to do this?

Although it's not a good thing to let others bear our responsibilities, we are already dead.

Are you really willing to see the Great Bear Tribe disappear?"

Kotur sat cross-legged on the ground, and his thick arms hit the ground heavily.

Obviously, he was in a bad mood, or even very bad.

"We are dead.

Even if the Great Bear Tribe disappears, it has nothing to do with us.

When will you learn not to think so much?

I know you are not stupid, but you have absolutely nothing to do with being smart.

Let smart people think about this kind of problem. Although I am not smart either, I am at least smarter than you.

Do you think it's a good thing for a warrior to go to the battlefield with great pressure?"

Cassius blocked the flying snow and mud with his hand when he spoke.

He is the one who can see it the most.

"Olak made a choice, he just unloaded his unwilling responsibility.

You don't have to let another person carry the heavy backpack again!"

Cassius shook his hand and threw the mud on his hand aside.

Then he wiped his hands on Kotur's clothes...

"I just can't accept it!

Olak sacrificed his life and glory.

You and I sacrificed our lives!

We lost countless familiar faces along the way!

But now, you tell me that the Big Bear Tribe will be completely a thing of the past!

How can I accept it?!"

Kotur seemed a little manic.

When facing this kind of thing, perhaps Kotur behaved more like a normal person.

"I am not reconciled to this either.

But what I am not reconciled to is why I did not survive after I won that year.

Since I am dead, I should accept the future of our tribe calmly.

The barbarians have not reached the end yet.

Perhaps one day a new barbarian will plan to establish his own tribe.

Then the tribe will be named Big Bear as if it is destined.

Then in the new Big Bear tribe, a powerful barbarian who will take on everything will be born by coincidence.

The name is just Orak.

Then there will be a Cassius who will blend his foul language into his war cry, and a taciturn and powerful Kotur.

So what are you worried about?

We are dead.

It is enough to appear on the battlefield as the spirit of the ancestors to help the younger generations fight.

Other things have nothing to do with us."

Cassius pulled his braided beard and forced a smile on his face.

Obviously, he was not as relaxed as he said.

"What a fucking world, what an infuriating world!"

Kotur cursed rarely.

Cassius fell silent.

"I don't care whether I win or not! I only care whether I look good in battle!

If it really comes to a critical moment, can you and I stay here and watch?

Bulkeso is not so heartless.

He probably just wants to put some pressure on the young man."

Cassius sneered and said this.

The muscles on Kotur's face were trembling.

"It's better!"

It seemed that squeezing out these words from his mouth had exhausted all of Kotur's strength.

He lay directly on the ground, staring at the sky with lifeless eyes.

...

"Bulkeso, the only people still here are you and me.

If you want to ask something, I will consider whether to speak."

Inarius said weakly while hanging on the cross.

The principle of the cross as a torture instrument to kill a life is actually extremely cruel.

The reason for the death of people hung on it is generally not excessive blood loss, but death from suffocation...

When every breath requires muscles to bear most of a person's weight, muscle spasms are imminent.

When the muscles are completely fatigued and lose strength, the person will die of suffocation.

Fortunately, Inarius is not an ordinary person, and being hung on the cross will not make him unable to breathe.

He can even not breathe...

"The birth of legendary equipment!

This is what I want to ask.

This is a thing of the past, and you may be able to do something about it."

Bul-Kathos looked at Inarius who was hung in front of him with a cold face.

Although Bul-Kathos could not find the part of Uldyssian in his memory.

But he had already noticed the traces of Uldyssian from different places in the past few hundred years.

Perhaps it was something left from Uldyssian that made Bul-Kathos have no good feelings towards Inarius.

There was even a lot of hostility.

"..."

Inarius chose to remain silent.

He did not say "no" or "yes".

Just pure silence.

Bul-Kathos stared at Inarius, as if he wanted to see the traces of fate from this angel.

As long as he gave any undisputed answer, whether it was agreement or refusal.

That would make everything doomed...

And Inarius has been working hard to reduce this kind of trouble.

"You still don't speak.

You won't even say any answer.

I can't let you speak, even if it's torture or any other humiliation.

But there is always someone in this world who can make you speak.

I say a name, think about it yourself.

Lilith!"

As Bul-Kathos said the name "Lilith".

Inarius' body trembled obviously.

At that moment, Inarius struggled like a fish that had just been pulled out of the water and put on the chopping board.

He still didn't speak, and even closed his eyes directly.

He should have a lot of things to say about this name.

But he chose not to say anything.

Even his eyes were tightly closed!

"Hanging you here is not because I want to torture you.

It's just that I don't want to pull your hair to make you look directly at me.

Inarius, is it because you see everything that everything is born.

Or is it because those things exist that you see?

This question has troubled me for a long time.

I even questioned Tyrael, but he actually fought with me for this.

I think you have never been alone to see your own ideas, right?

If you have any followers trying to realize everything you want.

Then is it Tyrael? Or Auriel?

Is it Diablo? Or the current Lilith?

Or even the former me!?"

There was no fluctuation in Bul-Kathos's eyes.

But the anger was being ignited little by little.

Then it turned into a real flame and burned on Bul-Kathos' body.

Inarius' body trembled slightly.

The trembling was very weak, just like a person's body vibrating with the power of the heartbeat.

"Inarius, you can always turn back to the Archangel of Fate.

But what are you afraid of?

Are you afraid that you will no longer be yourself?

Or are you worried that even you will obey fate and everything will be irreversible?

Or, even everything that Malthael did did not escape your eyes?

But I don't believe that everything you have seen has not changed.

Just like my life as Bul-Kathos for hundreds of years, can every bite of food I have eaten be under your gaze?

Or have you foreseen the ending of everything I have done?

Don't be kidding.

Things that have been born in this world There are already countless things.

And how could you observe all of this and still make the fate of everything unchangeable?

Let me put it this way, I don't believe that fate is omnipotent!

I'm going to drink next, you just say the name of the wine I'm going to drink next.

And I won't drink this bottle of wine.

You can even make up a name for a wine and say that I will drink this bottle of wine in ten minutes.

I want to see and personally experience the fate you have designated.

This level of designation, even if there is a price to pay, it is not unbearable, right? "

Burkesso's face rarely showed a sarcastic expression.

It's like asking a prophet if he can foresee the future.

And then slap the other person in the face the moment he says he can.

This is to change the so-called "destiny" with personal will.

And if Burkesso does this, there will be no powerful external force forcing Burkesso to act according to the "designation" of "fate".

At present, no one can force Burkesso to do anything, whether it is the high-level heaven or the burning hell.

Even if Bul-Kathos drank a bottle of wine that never existed and was just a name made up by Inarius for an hour, it would be impossible!

"I want to warn you, but my warning is definitely not a good thing.

Bul-Kathos, let me rest for a while."

Inarius said so, with a pleading voice.

The next moment, Bul-Kathos's face changed.

Because he sensed the breath of the first Bul-Kathos and Lasma appeared behind him.

"Let our father rest for a while.

We have done what you are doing in the past.

You want to know what will happen, we will tell you."

The first Bul-Kathos scratched his messy hair and said helplessly.