"Hey, Luke."
Jessica appeared in front of Luke with a wound on her forehead.
There was a bit of teasing in his eyes.
She seemed to have the idea of testing Luke's love for her, and appeared in front of Luke with a new image.
Although her heart told her Luke wouldn't mind.
But that kind of female sensibility still made her do it.
Not far behind Jessica, Orak's strong arms pinched Madoc away like a little chicken.
Originally, Madoc planned to talk to his heir about battle-related matters, but Luke showed on the battlefield that he had heard about it from Leiko.
To be honest, although he was generally satisfied, Madoc would not stop at the level of being satisfied.
Luke needs to do better.
But now Orak plans to give his tribe, the young warrior Jessica, some time alone with her lover.
So the relatively "thin" Madoc was unable to struggle and was taken away by Orak.
"Jessica, where's your long hair?"
Luke looked at Jessica who had some scars and asked dully, with some sadness in his eyes.
Then he looked at his lover up and down.
"Punk style suits you too, honey."
Luke spoke the most sincere words of love and gently held Jessica's hand.
It's just that his movements were a little too gentle.
It's like Jessica is fragile porcelain.
Luke is not stupid, he knows that the way Jessica looks is because of the hand.
In a short period of time, he had already figured out how to comfort his lover, even if he acted a little stupid.
He even hid his sadness in a very clumsy way.
It is certainly a sad thing to be unable to protect your lover until the last moment.
"Luke, how did you get it?"
Jessica showed her white teeth and smiled like a fool.
Perhaps in front of each other who truly love each other, no one will care too much about their own image.
Because the love between the two is no longer connected because of appearance.
Besides, maybe the novelty in this is some kind of interest.
"It's not bad. At least I feel how big the gap is between me and the current Rorschach. I also know how to keep working hard."
Luke said with a smile, his hand unconsciously placed on Jessica's head and rubbed it gently.
"Luke."
Jessica shouted a little angrily.
Luke's hands were shaking a little, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.
"Luke, let's deal with that guy as soon as possible. I feel like I can't let that scum continue to exist anymore."
Jessica said with a smile.
Waves of anger were flickering.
The murderous intention suddenly arises!
Jessica finally awakened to her savage talent.
The generation of anger will be faster, and the impact of anger on the mind will be weakened, so that stronger anger can be controlled!
More powerful anger means heavier attacks!
This talent can be mastered by almost every barbarian, which can better enable barbarians to fight.
"Then, as soon as possible."
Luke said, showing off his exceptionally white teeth.
A face with some solemnity.
Purple man?
Death once is not enough!
What a relief to die in the hands of Bulcasso!
And dying in Jessica's hands is revenge!
Jessica's true rebirth needs to say goodbye to the nightmares of the past, and then embark on the road to redemption with a new attitude.
…
"Madoc, do you know what your actions will lead to?"
Orak said as he pinched Madoc's neck.
The bulging muscles of his thick arms were stuck tightly on Madoc's throat.
Madoc's eyes widened, and he looked at Orac without hesitation.
"I'm helping my friend, and my approach has led to a better life for my friend! I'm a dead person and don't need a stable life, but my friend deserves better things!"
The firmness in his words was very moving.
Even Bulcaisel would be moved by it.
Because that "friend" is him.
"Your speaking skills are much better than before."
Orak suddenly smiled, but his smile was a little ferocious.
"But, you destroyed the stability of the Holy Mountain! No one knows better than you what the gate of the Holy Mountain is, and what did you do!"
Raised blood vessels could be seen on Orak's head.
Madoc's spine, held in his arms, made a series of crisp sounds!
Madoc made some minor sacrifices, and the strength of his soul was greatly weakened when he rushed into the Dark Soul Stone!
The era when the three ancestors were united has passed, and now Madok can't even defeat Orak.
As the gatekeeper, Madoc originally had power second only to Leiko and Volusk, but now, perhaps even Olongus, who is least good at close combat, can pin Madoc to the floor and beat him up!
"The hope of the barbarians is not the Holy Mountain! My hope is not the Holy Mountain! It is Bulcaisso!"
Madoc blushed and roared, but his voice became very weak under the restriction of Orak.
"Bulkasso! It's Bulcasso again! Why does that idiot Qualkek think that Bulcasso is the future? Doesn't he want to see countless young people exercising in the square? He doesn't want to see happiness become a barbarian. All of life!?”
Orak once again showed the spirit of a furious lion, his beard and hair were mixed together, and the strength in his arms became more and more powerful.
Madoc could hardly bear it now.
Orak is the center of past glory.
He is also the last defender of tradition and the past!
"Orak! Stop!"
Talik said after punching Orak in the chest.
Rather than using words to stop disputes, he still prefers to stop them first and then speak.
Talik caught Maddock's somewhat limp body and stood firmly in front of Orak.
Orak's steps did not retreat, but his body was pushed forward by tremendous force.
"God of War? The God of War of an era is certainly respectable, but you have no right to question other people's beliefs! Orak!"
Talik and Orak stood there facing each other.
He held the slightly weak Madoc's motionless front and shook Orak's anger.
"The three ancestors have lost their most violent vanguard, and only the hard-working supporter Talik and the compassionate Korik are left. How should you guard the Holy Mountain?"
The title of Tarik's defender was spoken by Orak in a contemptuous tone, but he did not react at all.
Struggling supporter? Talik agrees with this assessment.
If you can kill the enemy cleanly, why defend?
Orak scowled.
The three ancestors are part of the clampdown on the Immortal King.
Although this cannot be exemplified by Bulkesso, the authority of the Holy Mountain controlled by the three ancestors plus the successor of the Immortal King is enough to restrict the Immortal King like Volusk.
But now, it's impossible.
If after Bulcaisel ascended the throne of the Immortal King, he planned to do something to harm the barbarians, it would be impossible to stop him.
Among the present savages, the ancestors took over the responsibilities of the Council of Elders.
Coupled with the three ancestors, the previous generation of immortal kings and the successors of the next generation, it is complete enough to fight against the current immortal king.
The existence of Leiko can only temporarily replace Warusk's position, and Warusk assumes the responsibility of the great elder.
The damage to the power of the three ancestors made Bulkesso the only exception!
No one can stop him from doing anything.
"Burquetso will be our hope, I have no doubt about it."
Tarik said this.
Orak had no way to argue.
No matter how angry he was, he could not restore Madoc's soul to its original state.
"Prove to me that the three ancestors still have enough power."
Orak habitually stretched his hands to his waist.
It’s just that his God of War Blade has been passed down to Jessica.
Orak's hand could only hold the legendary phantom out of thin air.
"Stop it, Orak."
Bulcaisel walked forward with a frown on his face.
He always felt that he frowned a lot more during this period.
"I will make Madoc recover, you don't have to worry."
Bulcaisel held down Orak's arm and forcefully pushed Orak's arm back to his side.
"You cannot weaken yourself, Bulcaisel."
Orak took a step forward, his chest collided with Bulcaisuo, and he spoke condescendingly.
If Bulkesso loses his own essence, he will naturally be able to make up for Madoc's loss.
But just as the barbarians could not suppress the three ancestors of the Immortal King, they could not let the Immortal King become weak.
Orak's anger was still high.
"Olak, I know very well what tradition means, so I will not break what seems to me to be correct. Nor will I use the name of innovation in a high-sounding way.
It became clear to me that uncontrolled forces were both the savior and the greater threat. "
Bulqueso felt a little sore in his head.
Complex things came one after another, which made even a powerful man feel a little haggard.
"You are talking nonsense, now look at what I do! Burqaso! This is one of the few things I can teach you!"
The anger in Orak's body turned towards incandescence, and then a ray of light rushed directly into Madoc's body.
"Do it first! Talk later!"
Orac's breath began to stagnate in an instant, and his huge body shrank visibly to the naked eye.
"Now Madoc's title is not the Sorrower or the Battle Prophet, but the God of War. Anyway, he is dead and is no longer a prophet, so the title of God of War suits him just right."
Orak subconsciously wanted to hold onto his God of War Blade, but missed it.
"He won't like my legend anyway, so just keep fighting with your own sorrow. Cassius will take care of that little bear, right!?"
Orak said like a roar.
The figure faded a bit.
"I will take good care of every clan member."
The person who came out was not Cassius, the strongest man of the Big Bear tribe, but Kotur, a somewhat honest guy.
His promise is the most powerful among the ancestors.
Only he will keep the promise between himself and the devil.
"Kotur, it would be great if you could be more thoughtful."
Kotur is Orac's favorite junior. His body is as strong as an upright bear.
Orak said this.
The body began to sag toward the ground of the Holy Mountain.
To be entrusted with glory and legend is a huge trauma for these souls.
Orak had just entrusted his God of War's Blade to him not long ago, and now he had given the glory of the God of War to Mardoc.
He needs some time to rest.
"Also, let the heir of that bastard Madoc know what he has to do if he wants to marry a girl from the Big Bear tribe!"
Orac's last words were decisive.
And he also slept under the ground full of weapons, accompanied by the soldiers who had died trying to inherit his glory.
"Orak, you are too stubborn. Stubborn and unwilling to listen to what others have to say."
Bulcaisuo sighed longly.
This was the first time he sighed.
Bulcaisel always felt that he was becoming more and more like an old man.
He opened his palm and revealed a pink gem that was as ordinary as a roadside stone.
The power of simplicity!
This is one of the few original legendary gems left on Bul-Katho.
A legendary gem obtained from the female warrior monk, or the female venerable Lian Rasmussen.
The increased damage from energy-generating attacks and skills is not that important.
But the powerful vitality awakened from the body with the attack is what deserves the most attention.
"Your slam is perfect for this gem."
Bulcaisuo said sadly.
Fortunately, Orac is not resting in peace like Qualkek.
It only takes a while to see this paternalistic God of War again in the Holy Mountain.
Barbarians never forcefully change other people's will and ideas.
In the collision of wills, the stronger one will win in the end, but facing a respectable elder, Bulcaisuo can't stop this choice.
"Kolik might be a better match for this gem."
Leiko walked out and said casually.
Bulcaisu liked this gem very much, and even rejected Karasim's condition of exchanging it with the Original Legendary Powerful Disaster plus the Original Freedom Stone.
The power of simplicity is really strong.
Even if you only wear those imitation gems, every punch, every kick, and every chopping hammer can restore one-twenty-fifth of your body's vitality.
In terms of attack power, the increase is unparalleled.
But he was willing to give the gem to his friend.
Like his friends were willing to sacrifice for him.
"Dead people cannot retain their vitality, but they can use this vitality to heal the damage to their souls."
Madoc looked at the Power of Simplicity and said this.
He stood upright with Talik's support, looked at the piece of land where Orak always sat cross-legged, and spat hard.
"Mind your own business, I don't like your old-fashioned God of War Glory at all! I will train a God of War, and if it doesn't work, I will reunite the Glory of the God of War with the Big Bear Tribe."
Madoc gritted his teeth and turned around.
No one would look at Madoc's face without understanding the charm.
Even if it doesn't look like tears streaming down my face, it definitely won't look good.
Moreover, the older people get, the more they care about face.
When Madoc was young, he received a lot of guidance and support from Orak.
How to fight, how to use the power of the body, and even how to control anger to continue the fight.
These things give Madoc a strong Orak style.
It's just that Madoc refused the honor of taking over as the God of War in the name of being a "war prophet".
And the elder finally entrusted the glory of the God of War to Madoc.
A reincarnation that lasted hundreds of years.
