Chapter 149 Orac, the God of War (fifth update)
“I don’t think you can pass my trial now, Jessica.”
Orac looked at Jesse in front of him Kajun said angrily.
The first battle this ancestor with the name of God of War experienced was a large group of demons.
Although it was just a group of zombies, it was more than three hundred in size.
Even though Jessica Jones has good physical fitness in the eyes of barbarians, Orak doesn't think this girl can win.
"I can fly, isn't that enough for me to pass your trial?"
Jessica Jones said somewhat proudly.
Flying is a dream ability for most humans.
“Fly?”
Orak scoffed.
“You can try to see if you can fly here.”
Hearing this, Jessica thought about what Orak meant.
As a private investigator and newspaper reporter, Jessica Jones is not stupid.
“Does that mean there are no flying restrictions here?”
"It's just that in front of strong people, flying is meaningless most of the time."
As Orac spoke, the aura on his body expanded, trapping Jessica in place.
There are many types of demons in hell that can fly, but they can only fight on the ground when facing barbarians.
Not because they are seeking a fair fight, but because flying is worthless in front of the Nephalem.
Diablo can fly straight to the higher heaven, but can't he still have to stand on the ground when facing Bulcaisel?
Because if you want to defeat the Nephalem, flying doesn't work.
It’s that simple.
Children of angels and demons, the Nephalem, with infinite possibilities, can of course fly, but that makes no sense.
Gradually, all the Nephalem no longer need to fly, and no one mentions this issue.
Undead demons such as the walking dead can even play some simple tactics.
What's the use of flying?
“So I can fly?”
Luke Cage, who was looking at Orac and Jessica not far away, was a little surprised.
Just like Thunder Shazam, he was not sure whether he could fly until he actually flew.
For the Nephalem, it’s not that it’s impossible, but that it’s not necessary.
No matter how high you jump, you will still be killed by the molten fire, poison, powerful arcana and the like on the ground.
You can't avoid it even if you fly.
Flying birds can also step on the shelves on the ground, and stone people will also be petrified.
It is not a big deal that the ground effect can be used against the air.
Bang! A sound.
Luke Cage felt a familiar pain.
"Asshole, you didn't come back to me for training and came to see what Orak was doing!"
Madoc straightened the iron bar in his hand and yelled at Luke Cage who was lying on the ground. .
"I just came to ask about your story."
Luke stood up and rubbed the back of his head.
"Then why don't you come and ask me?"
Madoc kicked Luke in the butt.
“Can you say it?”
“No, but you didn’t even ask, what does that look like!” Madoc grabbed the back of Luke’s neck and pulled Go to the previous training ground.
"Aren't you a prophet? Then why don't you even know what I'm going to do!"
Luke struggled against Madoc's power, he didn't want to be dragged away.
"I'm a battle prophet. Are you here to fight with me? Then I don't need to predict that you will die miserably!"
Madoc did not say that after his death He is no longer a prophet, and perhaps there is no need to say this in his opinion.
"Idiot, go into the secret realm when you are here! I want to see how you have grown since I haven't seen you these days!"
Madoc cursed and dragged Luke away. Will he hit Luke on the head with a stick?
It's not that he doesn't want to hit it with his palm, but even if the iron rod is broken, it won't hurt Luke, but if he strikes hard, his heir's head will explode.
Madoc doesn't want his legend to put too much pressure on his heir, at least not yet.
For most barbarians, the moment they learn that their last opponent is Baal, all they can do is brandish their weapons and die generously.
And Luke Cage obviously has not yet realized the fear of death.
On the other side, Orak and Jessica watched Madoc deal with Luke Cage. They waited until the two people left their sight before continuing the previous conversation.
"Then what should I do now?"
Jessica looked at the giant man in front of her, a little curious.
Olac's dark brown hair and unshaven beard hid his face behind.
Basically, you can’t tell what his facial features look like.
The barbarians of the Big Bear Tribe basically have this image.
Like a den of giant bears, they look rude and savage.
"Now, let's learn to use weapons first."
Olac bent down and swept away the snow with his hands, picked up a recruit standard hand ax, and threw it to Jessica Jones .
Orak took out another ax and grabbed it in his hand.
Orak quickly waved his ax in the distance, and a shock wave rushed directly into the sky.
"Bash, a skill that every barbarian must master. Once you master the slam, you will be able to use it with ease, no matter what weapon it is."
Orak He threw the ax back to the ground casually, and then took the God of War Blade on his waist.
As he waved, a hurricane rose, and then a fire-like shock wave flew into the sky.
At that moment Jessica felt that this place was not a snow mountain at all, but a volcano crater that was about to erupt.
"Tch, that monster Orak."
Anda Kurgas, who was intensively forging a car with Rasuk, spat as he looked at the flaming shock wave.
Slam itself is a skill used by barbarians to accumulate anger, but in Orac's hands, he can release his anger through slamming.
The explosion that increased more than five times made Orak invincible in the battle.
Releasing anger by slamming is like using a faucet that is pumping water to absorb water.
Accumulating anger and releasing anger happen at the same time. This is an ability that only belongs to Orak.
Even if Bulkatho's punch can defeat Orak's punch head-on, Bulkatho cannot learn Orak's weird skills.
"Okay, Ancestor Anda, let's forge quickly! We will have our own car soon."
Rasuk stretched out his arms and gestured with his biceps loudly talking.
Andakulgas is very accommodating to the young barbarian Rasuk, even though Rasuk always behaves like a joke.
But no one would say that the weapons he forged were not good.
If this guy had not died at that time, he might have been able to create his own legend through forging.
I’m writing, I’m writing!
(End of this chapter)