865 The So-Called Self May Also Be a Misunderstanding

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 was Jessica.

Although Jessica is now more powerful than him, the two 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 Bulcaisso confirm some things and let us know what we may face in the future.

To be honest, I really had nothing to gain from that battle.

At least in terms of strength. "

Jessica looked a little depressed.

She has indeed become stronger, but she has only received the entire legacy of Orak.

To say that she has gained any growth herself, 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 power comparable to the spirits of ancestors, it's best to be a fool.

You can think about the choices made by Madoc's ancestors and then be quiet for a while. "

Rumlow said angrily.

Then he walked directly towards the Elder's Temple.

The most important place on the barbarian's holy mountain is actually the Temple of the Elders.

The Holy Mountain of Halogas was rebuilt, but the city of Halogas 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 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 wouldn't have left her and acted 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 would say we think too much.

But we ourselves cannot really think about nothing. "

Luke's voice was a little deeper.

He himself is a relatively stable character.

You only show optimism 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 even half of his secret realm.

Don't think the ancestors are joking.

Even if you inherit a battle prophet who only failed once from the time he was alive to the time he died.

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 still 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 until 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 one mistake, the situation will immediately begin to change.

Madoc knew these situations in advance and was prepared.

“So I don’t go to the secret realm very much recently.

The situation over there is definitely not much better, right?

Although ancestor Talik has the title of defender, his explosive power in battle is also unimaginably high.

It's just that he always has to face the kind of passive attack.

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 bad at communicating with other people?"

Rumlow said 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 that Madoc, who is engaged in a "one-on-one" battle, will not be disturbed by other guys.

Talik is very good at creating the maximum range of damage with cleave cuts that cost very little.

As for Kerik, his main responsibility is to deal with the opponent's No. 2 player.

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 extraordinarily comprehensive in order to pass...

“We can’t just stand still.

After all, I have to give it a try. What if I can survive the secret realm? "

Luke managed a joke.

Although this joke is not funny at all.

"You're right."

Rumlow said this after a 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 so 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 Koutul.

“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, I am 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 tragic anger.

"Did you misunderstand something?

Orak 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 up, 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 Great 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 destroyed 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 you don't have to bear this responsibility.

But unfortunately, most of the time, barbarians have to experience this feeling once.

After Orak died, it was the big bear Kotur who took the responsibility.

After Kotur died, it was me who took the responsibility.

One after another, the strong died, and the weak became strong.

Then the cycle started again.

The barbarians have long been accustomed to it. "

Cassius, who came out of nowhere, took over the conversation.

Jessica looked at Cassius's braids swinging, and her eyes were a little empty.

She seemed to be in a trance.

"What's wrong with her?"

Cassius poked Kotur's waist with his elbow.

Cassius was of course tall and burly.

His arms were even longer than those of ordinary people.

But he looked a little petite compared to Kotur beside him...

"I don't know.

I just don't want her to stay in this place all the time.

Orak stayed here to feel sad for his powerlessness.

And she seemed to be reminiscing? "

Kutuer bent down slightly, so that he could whisper so that Cassius could hear.

The height difference between the two was a little more obvious.

If an ordinary person wanted to whisper something in front of Kutuer, it would be more cost-effective to make a phone call.

It is not worth hurting your spine to save a little phone bill.

"What are you reminiscing about?

Reminiscing about the glory of the barbarians in the past?

It's ridiculous.

What glory did the barbarians have at that time?

Being driven from one end to the other by the devil, we were just a group of stray dogs.

It can't be reminiscing about the time of the first generation of ancestors, right?

I can't remember many stories from that time, how could she know anything about it. "

Cassius didn't hide his malice at all...

Foul mouth is also his label.

"Maybe it's just reminiscing about the sense of relief when you were dying in the secret realm of Orak?

Isn't it often said that death is a kind of relief? "

Kutuer didn't care about Cassius's rude words.

He had long been accustomed to the other party's impolite way of speaking.

"Then tell me, before you die, is your thought about liberation?"

Cassius rolled his eyes.

"Before I died, I thought about whether I could not die."

Kutuer's answer was particularly real.

"Isn't that the end? The living always have expectations for life.

If life is not too painful, who would want to die?

Anyway, don't say anything to others about their thoughts on life and death.

We all know how difficult it is to change a person. "

Cassius patted Couture's arm.

Both guys tried to change each other.

Couture hoped that Cassius could be a little more polite...

At least not start cursing after only three sentences.

And after Cassius' death, Couture could be a little colder.

Don't be so warm-hearted about everything.

The result was that neither of them changed the other.

Instead, they changed themselves a little.

Later, at least they would not think about changing others.

This kind of self-change is like a kind of growth.

"I am placed with high hopes!"

Jessica's voice was particularly strong and even a little harsh.

It was like a roar with all her might.

It's a pity that she didn't understand Cassius's ability to turn any trash talk into a war cry.

So it only sounded harsh.

"Whose hopes?

Orak's?

Come on, he just doesn't want to see another life pass away in front of him after he dies.

I hope you know that it is also a skill to keep your confidence while making yourself less confident.

And you seem to be a little too confident.

You seem to be a little different from ordinary people, but for Nephalem.

You can be said to be born weak. "

This time, Cassius did not give Jessica any face.