"You mean, ancestor Madoc has already had his death wish?"
Luke held the war blade tightly in his hand and looked at Jessica who was opposite him with a gloomy expression.
When he said this, the roars of Kahn and Tarik happened to be heard in the distance.
Because of this roar, Luke froze on the spot.
He understood that Madoc had done what he had always wanted to do.
The questions he wanted to ask Jessica became less important.
The resolute Madoc never leaves a chance for others to persuade him. He has already seen the "determined future" in his eyes!
The God of War's Blade in Jessica's hand emerged, radiating light.
Her eyes became uncertain, and after a long time she slowly spoke: "Luke, you should have gone with Ancestor Madoc before."
It seemed like an afterthought to say this at this time, but Jessica felt that it was still a good thing to say.
Even though Luke and her relationship is still very sweet now, it won't last forever.
There will always be all kinds of quarrels in a lifetime, but only concealment will be the most serious rift.
Only then did Luke realize what Madoc had said when he exclaimed, "You know it all."
At this time, he raised his head and looked at Jessica, feeling that the person in front of him was a little strange.
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
Luke's voice was trembling.
Madoc's presence became more than just a guide and a teacher for him.
The mark left in a short period of time will not fade away easily.
"Some things have to be decided by you, Luke."
Jessica's eyes were still quiet, and she had already been prepared for such questions.
"Neither Madoc nor I can arrange life for others, just like our ancestors never stood in the way of others.
If you want to do it, do it, as long as you bear the consequences.
This is the savage. "
Jessica lowered her head and slowly brushed the edge of the God of War Blade with her hand, her blood smeared on the knife.
At this time, Luke looked at Jessica as if he had seen Orac, the God of War.
That kind of turbulent undercurrent beneath the quiet water.
"Yes, I didn't accompany the ancestor Madoc on his final journey, so what do I need to complain about? It can only be said that there is really no difference between me and the stupid donkey! I only know how to look at the things hanging in front of my eyes. Carrot, he doesn’t even look at the road, he only knows that he is being pushed forward and walks slowly forward.”
Luke was clearly depressed.
Anger appeared on his body, but it was extinguished little by little.
Between calm and anger, barbarians are always looking for a balance.
Especially for warriors, this balance also varies from person to person.
But taking the initiative to extinguish anger was an unheard-of thing before.
"Luke!"
Jessica called Luke's name nervously.
Her lack of experience could not understand what Luke was doing now.
"Don't worry, he just made his own choice. Of course, just like us old guys, we choose our own way of fighting when faced with different situations.
Damn it, couldn't Holy Mountain optimize the reappearance process! "
Hailab's voice came from the ground.
The conqueror was finally able to appear in the form of the spirit of his ancestors.
That kind of soul damage can be repaired, it just takes a long time.
Unless you get help from other ancestors!
"Madoc has almost arranged everything. When his soul goes to the Burning Hell, he probably only has the power of one blow."
As Helab spoke, he crawled out of the ground in a somewhat embarrassed manner, looking at Luke with strong aggression in his eyes.
He had no intention of blaming Madoc for his choice of heir.
But he still feels troubled by the choice between "the future of the barbarians" and "the past glory of the barbarians."
"To be honest, as far as Luke's talent is concerned, he is more suitable for my fighting style, because of all the ancestors on the Holy Mountain, I am the only one who can fight regardless of the consequences.
Unless my anger runs out. "
Herab walked directly in front of Luke, who was still in a daze, with scrutiny in his eyes.
“He will not be my heir after all, because the world no longer needs a conqueror.
Just kidding, who wouldn't show caution and respect when facing a barbarian with Bulcaisel existing?
Conquest by force has become obsolete. "
Herab said nonchalantly, then slowly stretched out his hand and pressed it on Luke's Heavenly Spirit Cap.
Madoc prepared a mentor for Luke, a being best suited to his physical gifts.
Innately powerful physical defense, coupled with a fighting method that continuously heals injuries.
This will make Luke's journey on this road smoother.
Hylab is an ancestor with no other notable characteristics except for the means of recovery.
He can skillfully use all types of weapons and is a barbarian who has earned the title of Battle Master.
Although using a heavy hammer is not as good as Kor holding Wrath of the Hidden Peak, using a long sword is not as good as Swordmaster Karn.
The long-range throwing is far inferior to Olongus, and the fist is not as hard as Cassius.
The handling of one-handed heavy weapons is not as unrivaled as that of Orak, the God of War, and his strength is not as good as that of Kotur of the Great Bear Tribe.
But he has no shortcomings!
And it’s not mediocre!
He is the ancestor best suited to mentor Luke after Madoc.
Madoc has completed the basic shaping of Luke, and now it's Luke's turn to make a choice.
"Did Madoc ever describe Luke in terms of his son? Even once?"
Herab rubbed the messy beard on his chin and looked at Luke in front of him and asked.
"There was one time. Luke remembered that time very vividly and even told me excitedly. That day was probably the happiest day he spent on the Holy Mountain."
As Jessica said this, the God of War Blade in her hand hung on her waist.
Although it is still a phantom, the Blade of the God of War has no intention of disappearing again.
Orak recognized Jessica, and Jessica had begun to think about problems in Orak's way.
Even though the barbarians may no longer need a new god of war, this honor will still be passed down.
"Tch~ That was the only time in his life that Madoc said that."
Helab seemed to be glowing at this moment.
The conqueror no longer has any anger, because all the anger has melted into his soul and body, turning into a warrior who will not die violently!
He was observing Luke in his own way, but his attitude was very bad!
Beads of sweat broke out all over Luke's body almost instantly, which only appeared under sudden severe pain!
"Madoc is one of the three ancestors, although this position has probably been taken over by Kahn.
He doesn't have the slightest affection for Luke. Although he won't beat or scold him at every turn, are you prepared to be ignored by Kahn? "
Herab had a sinister smile on his face, and the process of helping Luke was not easy even for him.
"Talik and Korik will treat Luke like a son because that's how Madoc views Luke.
They are brothers, even if blood may be a little distant.
But Kahn might regard Luke as a piece of trash, the kind of trash that wouldn't burn even if thrown into a furnace.
Because Kahn looked at Madoc the same way Madoc looked at Luke.
It was a free and long-lasting story, but probably no one except me will remember the emotions these guys had for each other. "
Jessica listened to Hailab's words and chose silence.
She knew very well that this was Hailab giving them a hint, but it was not what they wanted.
"Is it possible for ancestor Madoc to reappear?"
Even though Luke was slightly unconscious in the severe pain, he still clearly heard everything Herab said.
He asked calmly, as if he was not the one covered in pain and sweat.
"Ha! You didn't disappoint me too much after all. As a prophet, Madoc can really see further than the rest of us."
When Luke said those words, Herab immediately increased his intensity.
Blood had begun to ooze from Luke's body.
Hellab will guide Luke and help Luke.
But that doesn't mean he doesn't have a little strange opinion about Luke!
This lesson can help Luke better move towards becoming stronger.
"Let's see when Bulcaisel can become the existence we are looking forward to.
I think it's impossible, especially since he never said he wanted to be a god. "
Hailab's words were full of sarcasm, and a few scattered sparks faintly appeared on his body.
Conquerors are not hard-hearted, and the anger that melts into the soul during the excitement still has a chance to show its existence.
The ancestors have long reached a consensus that Luke is a good person.
But there is still a huge gap between such a guy and Madoc back then.
The title does not simply represent being recognized or feared by others, and "prophet" does not simply indicate Madoc's identity.
A destined strongman who was chosen by the first generation ancestors to become the gatekeeper at the age of eighteen was something that Luke could not achieve now.
"I will risk everything!"
Luke said through gritted teeth, his voice still steady.
Even though the pain increased sharply, it did not cause any fluctuation in his voice.
But this sentence really made Hairab fall into rage!
A fist as big as a casserole hit Luke's eye socket in various ways! This punch almost made Luke's eyes fly out!
"Risk everything? How dare you say risk everything!?"
Facing Helab's rage, Luke and Jessica seemed a little at a loss.
"Let me tell you! It is not the turn of the weak to risk everything on this holy mountain! It is not even the turn of children like you who have not even completed the path of growth to risk everything!
Savages never ask for children to pay!
Because hope only needs to grow slowly until it can shine with its own glory!
Madoc's sacrifice is not for you to risk everything! ! ! "
Herab strangled Luke's neck, and at this moment, raging anger finally emerged from his body! The angry flames soared that half of the sky was dyed red!
