"Ha! Bulcasso, you are back? Why are you bringing a little guy with you?"
Vader shouted to Bulcaisuo who had just appeared on the sacred mountain of Harrogas.
"Jessica's trial is over?"
Bulkiso put the Rorschach in his hand on the ground, and the killer monkey jumped down from Bulkiso's shoulder like a joy and ran all over the mountain.
Maybe this is the nature of a monkey?
"Jessica failed the trial, but Orak appointed her."
Vida said loudly with a smile on his face.
"It's a pity, but the result is not bad."
Bulcaisel replied casually.
After Rumlow passed the trial, he had the opportunity to choose his own direction. He did not have to follow Tarik's path until he became another Tarik.
But Jessica failed to get the Nephalem bloodline from the secret realm, so she could only get a gift from Orak and become a barbarian from the Great Bear Tribe.
But for Jessica, this may be a better result.
After all, Jessica, who had never considered herself a warrior, could see a specific standard. Going in the direction of Orak did not mean that she would be weaker than the other recruits.
Orak is a monument on the road to strength, and it is also a good thing to be trained in the direction designated by Orak.
"I still don't understand what you mean. Rumlow was almost beaten to death by you at that time."
Vader had a tease on his face.
There is a big gap between Rumlow and Jessica. One has taken the initiative to embark on a criminal path, and the other is just a controlled puppet.
The treatment the two people received was completely different.
"How many more times do I have to say this? Rumlow's price was paid by both Mocott and Tarik. Jessica had no one to pay the price for her."
Bulcaisel looked at Vader's expression with some boredom. Obviously, discussing this topic in detail would waste a lot of time.
Bulkiso's understanding of Jessica was limited to the fact that she was a poor child who was being controlled, not to mention the other ancestors. Those ancestors didn't know how desperate Jessica's past was.
Ancestors who generally only distinguish between good and evil through breath are unlikely to know this.
Even Orak only knew a little bit about Jessica from a few words from Bulcasso, so he had doubts.
Besides, Jessica wouldn’t tell anyone about that dark past.
As for Rumlow, the ancestors all knew the weirdness of the weapon of the Proof of Shame, so their attitude was much better.
This trial doesn't mean anything, it's just an opportunity to gain strength.
The opportunity given to the trial has nothing to do with the justice of these recruits, only their determination to uphold justice.
Rumlow first gained recognition and then went through the trial, while Jessica first went through the trial and then gained recognition. There is a difference between the two.
Rumlow directly gained Talik's admiration, and Jessica before the trial did not look like a warrior. How could Orak like such a person?
Rumlow got the chance to be tested after he was affected by the power of the Witness of Shame, while Jessica was only recognized by Orak after she truly made up her mind to gain the power to become a warrior.
Because of the pain of the past, they all have the belief in upholding justice.
Gaining power is only the first step to redemption.
How they were treated depended on Orak and Talik's differing views on the sins of their past.
Tarik always likes to give people opportunities. He only values the present and the future, so he is very tolerant of Rumlow's past.
As for Orak, a barbarian who is known as the God of War, his life is filled with constant fighting and killing.
Orak never stopped slashing because of thinking. For him, tolerance and forgiveness were not his business. He spent his whole life trying to turn the tide for the barbarians' living space.
He doesn't care about other people's past.
Some people always say that strength is justice, but this is not entirely wrong.
But strength is the basis for upholding justice. If Tyrael did not possess the best power among the archangels, then the name of justice would have fallen on Imprius.
"Okay, Bulcaisel, I was just joking. You are always like this."
Vader was still smiling. He knew that Bulcaisel would not be very annoyed by this, at best he would just be dissatisfied.
"Vida, when your jokes anger others, you shouldn't say that others can't take jokes, but apologize for your jokes!"
Bulcaisel glanced at Vader. This guy had always been glib. Although he was still a respectable barbarian, he always lacked scale.
Rorschach on the side only listened to this short section of the conversation, but he agreed with Bulkesso's words.
Why is it their fault that serious people don't like jokes?
Rorschach put his hands in his pockets and observed his surroundings.
He didn't know that he was the one who received preferential treatment. The other recruits all started to climb up from the foot of the mountain, but he was the only one who was taken directly to the gate of the Holy Mountain by Bulkesso.
"Okay, Bulcaisel, you are always so serious, I will apologize, I'm sorry."
Vida put away the smile on his face and apologized to Bulkesso seriously.
It's just that this may not bring about any big changes in his future life. Vader despises all rules and is even a bit annoying.
"It's up to you, everyone is like this anyway, they never change their persistence."
Bulkiso stopped talking to Vida. He waved to Rorschach and walked towards the Temple of the Elders.
The killer monkey in the distance was still having fun and didn't notice what was going on here.
After Bulcaisel finishes dealing with Rorschach, Killer Monkey will probably be completely reborn.
On the other side, Orac took the newly awakened Jessica to the place where she had been training. The roasted beef leg had been cooling in the cold wind of the Holy Mountain of Harrogas.
"You failed to complete the trial, but I made my choice."
Orak sat back in front of the fire, lit the flame casually, and began to heat the beef leg.
"I don't have an answer to your previous question yet."
Jessica looked at Orak who was flipping the cow leg in front of her and said very seriously.
"Why do kind people have to forgive perpetrators? Is there anyone who can forgive on their behalf even after they die?
Why do people like me get the mercy of Bulcasso and ask you to give me a chance?
Why do I get opportunities that good people never get until they die? "
When Jessica spoke, Orak paused.
"I will continue to walk with this question, and one day there will be an answer."
Jessica looked at Orak in front of her with a smile on her face.
It wasn't because of her near-death situation, but because she was finally no longer afraid.
"Then, prepare to accept my bloodline. I am your goal, but you may not be able to reach my level in your whole life."
Orak's body recovered its physical form under the blessing of the Holy Mountain. He placed the barbecue on the fire and took off the God of War's Blade.
"Slit your wrists and come to me."
Orak cut a wound on his strong left arm, but no blood flowed from the wound.
When the barbarians are not withered, this method of gifting the Nephalem bloodline will basically not be used.
At that time, humans did not need this method to inherit the basis for becoming stronger.
"good."
With a smile on her face, Jessica cut open the wrist of her left hand with a hand ax without blinking, and blood dripped on the ground along the wound.
When she walked to Orak's side, the wounds on her two arms were facing each other, and a wild aura suddenly erupted from Orak's body.
Those who pass the trial will see the story of the barbarians and the brief silhouette of Bulqessor's life in the dreams given by the holy mountain of Harrogath.
The chosen successor sees the ancestor's past through his ancestor's bloodline.
Jessica's wound stopped bleeding. Part of her blood entered the ancestor's body along Orak's wound, then circulated in Orak's body and returned to her body again.
With this change, Jessica saw Orak's life.
He single-handedly blocked the migration path of the barbarian tribe and killed tens of thousands of demons while standing in the narrow mountain path.
I saw Orak fighting for seven days and nights covered in blood in order to seize enough food for the survival of his people from the area where demons were infested.
Until he saw that Orac was buried in the mouths of the shadow rats that would never die in order to prevent the demon Hamelin from harming his people.
Orak rushed directly in front of the Greedy Demon with a swarm of shadow rats all over his body, and then turned into a withered skeleton and fell there.
The shadow rats turned around and attacked Greed, causing Azmodan to create another great demon named Guom.
Every scene shows Orac fighting, and every time he faces the most powerful enemy.
Orac's life made countless contributions to the continuation of the barbarians.
"Now you can call yourself a barbarian from the Great Bear Tribe."
Orak retracted his arm, and he also watched Jessica's short life.
Orak felt a little more compassion for this girl.
But this pity disappeared in an instant. Jessica is now a warrior, and warriors don't need pity.
"Is this the power of barbarians?"
Jessica watched the wound on her arm begin to heal, and looked at Orak in front of her.
"Okay, kid, let's go eat. This time there won't be the stinking juice of the walking corpse on the beef leg."
Orak handed Jessica a slightly burnt beef shank.
Jessica is not only an heir, but also continues the bloodline of the Big Bear Tribe.
Jessica was closer to Orak.
A little closer than Rumlow and Tarik, Madoc and Luke, Jessica is a savage from the Big Bear tribe, and Rumlow and the others are just savages.
"What should I call you? God of War or Chief?"
Jessica's eyes narrowed with a smile, she took the beef leg and gnawed on it. She felt the same care that Orak had for his younger generation.
"Just call me Orak. Since I'm dead, the chief will be someone else."
Orak took out a clay pot from the ground, which contained his few treasures.
Life was hard for barbarians when he was active, so he didn't have much of a treasure trove of drinks.
Even the containers for holding wine are the simplest clay pots.
The matter of choosing an heir was worthy of him taking out his treasure and taking a swig.
It just so happens that he is still physical.
"Orak, congratulations."
Banal came over with another clay pot, and then placed the wine in his hand at Orak's feet.
Barnal lived in the same era as Orak, and his collection was no better.
"Thanks, Barnard."
Orak handed the wine that Banal brought to Jessica.
"It seems like you guys get along well."
Burcasso happened to pass by this place with Rorschach, rummaged through his backpack and took out a crystal bottle of spirits from inside.
"You have given me a good heir, Bulcaisel."
Orak held the clay pot in one hand, just like an ordinary person holding a small bowl.
He's too strong.
"That's best."
Bulcaisel threw the wine in his hand, and then led Rorschach towards the Temple of the Elders.
Although there is no news about Tyrael's power, Rorschach can change his physical fitness slightly with the help of Kanai's Box.
The height of 1.67 meters is too short for a barbarian, and is not as tall as the Hammer of Judgment.
Rorschach is not Jill's immature child who can grow taller through food.
So I could only use the power of Kanai's Magic Box, just in time to see Constantine who didn't know whether he had woken up yet.
If he wakes up, send him back to the city.
The person favored by Auriel is not suitable as a barbarian, so let him find hope on his own.
"Thank you for the opportunity."
Jessica shouted to Bulcasso, who waved her hand in return.
This kind of thing is nothing worth worrying about. It is enough for Orak to be satisfied with this heir.
Orak accepted Bulcaisuo's gift and buried the crystal bottle back in the ground.
He planned to drink this wine to celebrate when Jessica was able to stand alone.
On the other side, Matthew staggered out of Leiko's secret realm.
The scene of that kind of war left him a bit at a loss. The constant mix of killing cries, war cries and screams was a severe test for Matthew, who mainly fought through hearing.
"Matthew, do you know why the ancestors don't think highly of you?"
Leiko was sitting on a stone not far away, still having the same hoarse voice.
"I can't sort out clear information during the war. As a soldier, this is too fatal."
Matthew showed a forced smile, and then collapsed directly on the ground.
"You are more suitable as a mage. They have different ways of viewing the world."
Leiko held the helmet in her arms and said quietly.
"But I am a barbarian, and I will make a great warrior."
Matthew turned his face in the direction of Leiko.
"If you meet a demon like Raizel, and the roaring thunder can make you completely lose your hearing, wouldn't you give up in this case?"
Leiko looked at Matthew, as if trying to make a judgment from his expression.
"Then I will be strong enough to tear apart anyone who comes close to me."
Matthew said without fear.
"I look forward to that day and hope you can do what you say you will do."
