Chapter 208 The Barbarians of the Big Bear Tribe (4,000 words)
“Ha! Bulcaisu, you are back? Why are you bringing a little guy with you?”
Vida just appeared shouted Bulkatho from the sacred mountain of Harrogath.
“Jessica’s trial is over?”
Bulkessor put the Rorschach in his hand on the ground, and the killer monkey jumped from Bulkesso’s shoulder like a joyful man. Come down and run all over the mountain.
Maybe this is the nature of a monkey?
"Jessica failed the test, but Orac appointed her."
Vida said loudly with a smile on his face.
"It's a pity, but the result is not bad."
Bulkessor 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."
Vida had a tease on his face.
The gap between Rumlow and Jessica is huge. 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.
Bulkasso’s understanding of Jessica was limited to the fact that she was a poor child who was controlled, not to mention the other ancestors. Those ancestors did not know how desperate Jessica’s past was.
Generally, ancestors who only distinguish between good and evil through breath are unlikely to know this.
Even Orak only knew a little about Jessica from a few words from Bulcasso, so he had doubts.
Besides, Jessica will not 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 does not mean anything, it is 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 Tarik's admiration, and Jessica before the trial did not look like a warrior. How could Orak like such a person?
Rumlow was given the opportunity to be tested after he was affected by the power of the Witness of Shame, while Jessica was recognized by Orak only 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.
As for their treatment, it depends on Orak and Talik's different views on the sins of the past.
Talik 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 cannot be said to be completely wrong.
But strength is the basis for maintaining justice. If Tyrell did not possess the best strength among the archangels, then the name of justice would fall on Imperius's head.
"Okay, Bulcasso, I was just joking. You always can't take jokes like this."
Vida was still smiling. He knew that Bulcasso wouldn't be very annoyed by this, at best. Just feeling dissatisfied.
"Vida, when your jokes irritate others, you shouldn't say that others can't take jokes, but apologize for your jokes!"
Bulkessor scanned Wei Da's eyes. At first glance, this guy has always been glib. Although he is still a respectable barbarian, he always lacks 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 the surrounding environment.
He didn’t know that he was the one who received preferential treatment. The other recruits all climbed 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 Bulqessor.
"Okay, Bulcasso, you are always so serious, I will apologize, I'm sorry."
Vida put away the smile on his face and apologized to Bulcasso seriously. .
But 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.”
Bulkasso stopped talking to Vidal, and waved to Rorschach. , walked towards the Elder’s Temple.
The killer monkey in the distance was still having fun and didn't notice what was going on here.
After Bulcaisel handles the matter about 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 a choice."
Orak sat back in front of the fire, lit the flame casually, and began to heat the ox leg.
“I don’t have the 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? Even after death, is there someone who can forgive on their behalf?
Why do people like me get the mercy of Bulcaisso and let you give me a chance?< br>
Why do I get the 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’s not because she was in danger, 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 is in the Saint With Shan's blessing, he regained his physical form. He put 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 dying, this method of gifting Nephalem blood will basically not be used.
Human beings at that time did not need this method to inherit the basis for becoming stronger.
"Okay."
With a smile on her face, Jessica opened the wrist of her left hand with a hand ax without blinking, and blood dripped down the wound to the ground.
When she walked to Orak's side, the wounds on her two arms faced 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 outline of Bulkatho'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 no longer bleeds. Part of her blood entered the ancestor’s body along Orak’s wound, and then circulated in Orak’s body. Circle, 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 the seven days and nights Orac fought with blood all over his body in order to seize enough food for the survival of his people from the area where demons were infested.
Until I saw Orak, he 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 Gaom.
Every scene shows Orac fighting, and every time he faces the most powerful enemy.
Olac's life made countless contributions to the continuation of the barbarians.
"Now, you can call yourself a barbarian from the Big Bear Tribe."
Olac withdrew his arm, and in turn he watched Jessica's short life.
For this girl, Orak had a little more compassion.
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 wounds on her arms begin to heal, and looked at Orak in front of her.
"Okay, kid, let's go eat. This time the beef shank doesn't have the stinking juice of the walking zombies."
Orak put on the beef shank that was slightly burnt on one side. Passed it to Jessica.
Jessica is not only an heir, but also continues the bloodline of the Big Bear Tribe.
For Orak, Jessica is closer.
A little closer than Rumlow and Tarik, Madoc and Luke, Jessica is a barbarian from the Big Bear tribe, and Rumlow and the others are just barbarians.
"What should I call you? God of War or Chief?"
Jessica's eyes narrowed with a smile, and she took the beef leg and gnawed on it. She felt the same care that Orak had for his younger generation.
"Just call me Orac. Since I die, the chief will be someone else."
Orac took out a clay pot from the ground, which contained his few treasures.
Life was very hard for the barbarians when he was active, so he didn't have much in his collection of drinks.
Even the containers used to hold 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.
"Aulak, congratulations."
Barnar came over with another clay pot, and then placed the wine in his hand at Orak's feet.
Barnar lived in the same era as Orak, and his collection was not much better.
“Thanks, Banar.”
Orak handed the wine that Banal brought to Jessica.
"It seems you are getting along well."
Bulkessor and Rorschach happened to pass by this place, rummaged through his backpack and took out a crystal bottle containing Liquor.
"You have given me a good heir, Bulcasso."
Olac held the clay pot with one hand, just like an ordinary person holding a small bowl.
He's too strong.
"That's the best."
Bulkessor threw the wine in his hand, and then led Rorschach towards the Temple of the Elders.
Although there is no news about Tyrell'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, not as tall as the Judgment Hammer.
Rorschach is not Jill's immature child who can grow taller through food.
So I can only use the power of Kanai's Magic Box, just in time to see Constantine who doesn't know if he has woken up yet.
If he wakes up, send him back to the city.
The person Auriel favors is not suitable as a barbarian, let him find hope by himself.
“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 the gift from Bulcasso, and then 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.
That kind of war scene left him a little 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 sat 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 observing the world."
Leiko held the helmet in her arms and said quietly.
"But I am a barbarian, and I will become a great warrior."
Matthew turned his face in the direction of Leiko.
“If you meet a demon like Raizel, 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 all the guys who come close to me."
Matthew said without fear.
"I'm looking forward to that day, I hope you can do what you said."
There are still six thousand, and they are coding.
I went to pay the electricity bill and was told that there was a power outage...
Damn!
(End of this chapter)