While Bulkeso and the others were talking about these stories,

Several of the young barbarian warriors also found time to return to the holy mountain.

"Although things like holidays are quite common.

But this was the second festival for the Knowing Savage. "

Luke narrowed his eyes and said.

Next to him was Jessica.

Although the current Jessica is stronger than him, the two get along surprisingly well.

Although there are occasional disagreements, there will always be a compromise between the two people.

Although the way of compromise is a bit pathetic...

In a family of barbarians, the stronger one has more dominance.

Objections can of course exist, but whether people listen to them or not is another matter.

Fortunately, these two people still have some experience, so the conflict will not continue to intensify...

"Isn't the grand battle in the secret realm last time considered a festival?"

Rumlow asked.

"I asked the Kotur ancestors before, it was not a festival that time.

It's just to let Burkasso confirm some things, and by the way let us know what we may face later.

To be honest, I really didn't gain anything from that battle.

At least in terms of strength. "

Jessica looked a little depressed.

She has indeed become stronger, but she has received all of Aurak's legacy.

It would be insignificant to say that she has grown herself.

"What exactly did Bulkelso determine?

The only thing I've heard from other ancestors is that he resurrected Leia.

And I just learned some information from those Diablo's creations.

Or is there something else I don't know about that incident? "

Luke asked curiously.

"The more you know, the quicker you die, Luke.

It's best to be a fool until you don't have the fighting power to match the spirit of the ancestors.

You can think about the choice of Maddock's ancestors, and then be quiet for a while. "

Rumlow said angrily.

Then he walked directly in the direction of the elder temple.

The most important place on the holy mountain of the barbarians is actually only the Temple of the Elders.

The holy mountain of Harrogas was rebuilt, but the city of Harrogas was not.

"Well, Patriarch Madoc was a smart man of the first class.

But I'm not, so I shut up. "

Luke spread his hands and followed behind Rumlow.

Jessica opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything.

However, instead of following the direction of Rumlow and Luke, she turned and walked towards the grove that Olaco used to take with her when she still existed.

If nothing else happened, it was Kurtul who was guarding that place now.

After Jessica walked a little farther, Rumlow spoke again.

"You and Jessica seem to be having trouble?

In the past, you wouldn't leave her behind and act on your own. "

Rumlow asked.

"It's not a conflict, it's just that some of my ideas and hers need to adapt to each other.

Neither she nor I simply represent ourselves now, and I still bear the honor of Maddock's ancestors.

And she can be said to be the incarnation of Aurak's ancestor...

I know the other Patriarchs on the Mount will say we're thinking too much.

But we can’t really think nothing of ourselves. "

Luke's voice was a little low.

He himself is a relatively stable character.

The optimist only appears when he's relaxed.

"If I had to tell you, you're thinking too much.

Are you going to be the second Maddock?

Or is Jessica planning to be Orac's second?

Don't forget, what the ancestors of Maddock said when they were training you.

He said he'd be surprised if you managed to complete half of his Rift.

Don't think the patriarchs are joking.

Even if you inherit a battle prophet who has only failed once from life to death.

But you also have to know, as a battle prophet, under what conditions he fights his opponent.

Even if there is danger, he can foresee it in advance.

And you're not that prophetic. "

Rumlow's words were not polite at all.

But it's also true...

Maddock's peak came quickly.

When he was only a teenager, he was already one of the three chosen ancestors.

Since his adulthood, Maddock has been a well-deserved powerhouse.

And the danger that the strong will face will not be the level of countless fallen demons...

Maddock never lost a battle until he died, but even Luke had the same strength as him.

And the odds are slim against the same foes that Maddock has faced before...

This result is said to be a test, but it is more like a curse.

Maddock can easily defeat the strong with the weak, as long as his opponent can't crush him.

Then Maddock would be able to foresee the chance of victory, and even the method of victory.

For Maddock, as long as the opponent makes a mistake, the situation will immediately begin to change.

Maddock knew about these situations in advance and was prepared.

"So I don't go to the secret realm very much recently.

The situation over there is absolutely no better, right?

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

It's just that he always has to face that kind of passive-aggressive battle.

Didn't the ancestors of Tariq say anything to you about breaking into the secret realm? "

Luke tried his best to find a relatively light topic.

It's just that this topic is only a little easier than what he has to face.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're really bad at communicating with people?"

Rumlow said a little weakly.

The situation he has to face is only slightly better than Luke's.

The experience of these two ancestors is very difficult, but the situation faced by the two people is different.

In large-scale wars, Maddock is more of an elite enemy responsible for quickly cleaning up the enemy.

In a small number of cases, it is to take the initiative to meet the strongest in the local area and win in defeat.

And Tariq...that's the reef beneath the tide.

Make sure that Maddock, who is doing "one-on-one", will not be disturbed by other guys.

Tariq is very good at creating maximum area of ​​​​kill with a low cost of cleaving.

As for Klick, this guy's main responsibility is to mess with the opponent's number two.

For Korik, who is good at using frenzy and holds the power of Bastin in his hands, there is no difference between cutting a person and cutting 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, they have to be unusually comprehensive to pass...

“We can’t just stand still like this.

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

Luke cracked a joke.

Although the joke is not funny at all.

"you're right."

It took Rumlow a while to say this.

The eyes of the two people could already see Bulkelso and the others sitting together on the square outside the Elder's Temple.

…

"The first thing you did when you came back was come to this place?

You seem so self righteous, Jessica. "

Kotuel looked at Jessica who was walking towards him, and said something that was not polite at all.

"I just don't know where I'm going but here."

Jessica took out a bottle of whiskey from her backpack and threw it to Kurtur.

"You can go anywhere but here.

You are not Oracle.

He stayed in this place because beneath his feet were the relics of countless young warriors who would have been him.

how about you? Are you Jessica or Oracle?

Now you are neither! "

Kotur casually caught the drink that was thrown over him.

But the words on his mouth were very sharp and even hurtful.

"Why would he choose me?

Was it just because he didn't have anyone to choose from?

Although now I have become a lot stronger, even stronger than I dared to imagine in my dreams before.

But he obviously has a better choice.

Even if I died in his secret realm at that time, it wouldn't make him feel moved, would it? "

Jessica's expression was calm, and her voice was also calm.

But under the calmness, Kurtur could feel the kind of tragic anger.

"Did you misunderstand something?

Orac watched the young warriors who would-be him die in his mysteries.

But who told you he wasn't moved? "

After finishing speaking, Kurtur let out a long sigh.

"Every outstanding fighter died in his secret realm, and he was crying.

It's just that those young fighters didn't see it.

Olak doesn't care about his emotions being seen by others, so there are not many people on the holy mountain who know about it.

It's just that you never asked.

Do you really think us old guys don't feel pain when our flesh is torn apart by demonic claws?

We will also be in pain, and we will shed tears under severe pain.

It also screams to be born when its flesh is ripped apart.

It's just that our battle cries and screams are too similar.

That's why it's said that barbarians ignore harm.

Listen, Jessica Jones.

You're not Orac, but you're almost not even yourself now. "

Kotuel looked at Jessica in front of him with a serious tone.

The demeanor is even more solemn.

"He is the war **** of the barbarians."

"His name was Orac, a barbarian born of the tribe of Great Bear.

To be honest, I'm not very good at preaching.

His story if you ask other guys like Cassius...

What he will tell you is extraordinarily moving, and even adores you.

But in my eyes, Oracle is Oracle.

He just didn't die early in those tragic battles.

To me, the title of God of War is more like describing an unlucky lucky man who has survived countless times. "

Kotull wanted to say more, but it was already his best to speak to this extent.

Unfortunately, Olak has experienced countless dangerous situations where he needs to fight in an exhausted state.

Fortunately Orac survived almost every time.

Even when he died in battle, he single-handedly scrapped two legendary demons.

This is of course lucky.

"Jessica, barbarians don't need a **** of war.

All it takes is a strong enough leader.

If possible, I hope that none of you need to bear this responsibility.

But unfortunately, most of the time the savage has to experience this feeling.

After Orac died, it was Kurtur, a big bear, who would bear it.

After Kurtul died, it was I who took it.

One by one, the strong die and the weak become strong.

Then start the cycle again.

The savages are used to it. "

Cassius, who appeared from nowhere, took over the conversation.

Jessica looked at Cassius's braided beard flicking back and forth, her eyes were a little hollow.

Seems to be in a trance.

"What's up with her?"

Cassius nudged Kurtur's waist with his elbow.

Of course Cassius was also tall and burly.

A pair of arms is longer than the average person.

But he looks a bit petite compared to Kurtur beside him...

"I have no idea.

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

Orac was here to mourn his own powerlessness.

And she seems to be remembering? "

Kotuel bent over slightly, which allowed him to whisper so that Cassius could hear him.

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

For ordinary people, if they stand in front of Kurt and want to whisper something, it is more cost-effective to make a phone call.

In order to save such a little phone bill, it is very uneconomical to injure the spine.

"Remembrance of what?

Remember the glory of the barbarians?

It's ridiculous.

What glory did the savages of our time have?

Being driven from one end to the other by the devil is just a group of bereaved dogs.

It can't be the memory of the first generation of ancestors, right?

I don't even remember a few stories from that time, she can know a fart. "

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

Mouth smell is also his label.

"Maybe it's just remembering the sense of relief when I was dying in the secret realm of Orac?

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

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

He has long been used to the other party's impolite way of speaking.

"Then you said, did you think of liberation before you died?"

Cassius rolled his eyes.

"My thought before I died was whether I could not die."

Kurtur's answer was particularly solid.

"Isn't that the end? Living people always have expectations for life.

If it wasn't too painful to live, who would want to die?

Anyway, don't say anything to other people's thinking about life and death.

We all know how hard it is to change someone. "

Cassius patted Kurtur on the arm.

Both guys tried to change each other back then.

Couture wished Cassius would be a little more polite...

At least don't start cursing in less than three sentences with one mouth.

On the other hand, Cassius' death Kotur could be a little more ruthless.

Don't be enthusiastic about everything.

As a result, neither of the two people changed each other.

Instead, he changed himself a little.

Later, the two of them, at least they would not think about changing others.

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

"I have high hopes!"

Jessica's voice was extraordinarily strong, even harsh.

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

So it just seems harsh.

"Whose hopes?

Oracle's?

Don't make trouble, he just doesn't want to see another life passing before his eyes after he dies.

I want you to know that it is also a skill for a confident colleague to make himself less confident.

And you seem a little too confident.

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

You could say you were born weak. "

Cassius didn't save Jessica any face this time.