207 Barbarians of the Big Bear Tribe (4,000-Character Chapter)

"Ha! Bul-Kathos, you're back? Why are you bringing a little guy with you?"

Vida shouted to Bul-Kathos who had just appeared on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

"Is Jessica's trial over?"

Bul-Kathos put the Rorschach in his hand on the ground, and the killer monkey jumped off Bul-Kathos's shoulder and ran all over the mountain.

Maybe this is the nature of a monkey?

"Jessica didn't pass the trial, but Orak designated her."

Vida said loudly with a smile.

"It's a pity, but the result is not bad."

Bul-Kathos answered casually.

Rumlow passed the trial, so he had the opportunity to choose his own direction, and he didn't have to follow Talek's path until he became another Talek.

But Jessica failed to get the blood of the Nephalem from the secret realm, so she could only get the gift of Orak and become a barbarian of the Great Bear Tribe.

But for Jessica, this might be a better result.

After all, Jessica, who had never considered herself a warrior, could see a specific standard. Following the direction of Orak did not mean that she would be weaker than the other recruits.

Orak was a monument on the road to power, and it was a good thing to be trained in the direction designated by Orak.

"I still don't understand what you mean. At that time, Rumlow was almost beaten to death by you."

Vida had a mocking look on his face.

There was a big gap between Rumlow and Jessica. One had taken the initiative to commit crimes, and the other was just a controlled puppet.

The treatment the two received was very different.

"How many times do I have to say it? Rumlow's price was paid by Mokot and Talek, and Jessica had no one to pay the price for her."

Bulkaso looked at Vida with some annoyance. Obviously, it would take a lot of time to talk about this topic in detail.

Bulkaso's understanding of Jessica was limited to that she was a poor child who was controlled, not to mention other ancestors. Those ancestors didn't know how desperate Jessica's past was.

The ancestors who usually distinguish good from evil by breath cannot know these things.

Even Orak only knew a little about Jessica from the few words of Bul-Katho, so there was doubt.

Besides, Jessica would not tell everyone about that dark past.

As for Rumlow, the ancestors all knew the strangeness of the weapon of the Proof of Shame, so their attitude was much better.

This trial does not mean anything, it is just a chance to gain power.

The opportunity to give the trial has nothing to do with the justice of these recruits, but only depends on their determination to uphold justice.

Rumlow was recognized before the trial, while Jessica was recognized after the trial. There is a difference between the two.

Rumlow directly won Talek's appreciation, and Jessica before the trial did not look like a warrior. How could Orak like such a person?

Rumlow got the chance to take the test after he was influenced by the power of the proof of shame, while Jessica was recognized by Orlac only after she made up her mind to gain strength and become a warrior.

Because of the pain in the past, they both have the belief of upholding justice.

Gaining strength is only the first step of redemption.

As for the treatment they received, it depends on the different views of Orlac and Talek on past sins.

Talek always likes to give people opportunities. He only values ​​the present and the future, so he is full of tolerance for Rumlow's past.

And Orlac, a barbarian who enjoys the name of the god of war, his life is only about constant fighting and fighting.

Orlac never stops his slashing because of thinking. For him, tolerance and forgiveness are not his business. He has been working hard to save the living space of barbarians all his life.

He doesn't care about other people's past.

Some people always say that strength is justice, which is not completely wrong.

But strength is the foundation of justice. If Tyrael did not possess one of the strongest powers among the archangels, then the name of justice should fall on Imprus.

"Okay, Bul-Kathos, I'm just joking. You always can't take a joke like this."

Vida was still smiling. He knew that Bul-Kathos would not be very annoyed about this. At most, he was just dissatisfied.

"Vida, when your jokes anger others, you should not say that others can't take a joke, but apologize for your jokes!"

Bul-Kathos glanced at Vida. This guy has always been slick. Although he is still a respectable barbarian, he always lacks standards.

Rorschach on the side only listened to this short conversation, but he agreed with what Bul-Kathos said.

Serious people don't like jokes. Why is it their fault?

Rorschach put his hands in his pockets and observed the surrounding environment.

He didn't know that he was the one who was treated preferentially. The other recruits started from the foot of the mountain and climbed up, but he was taken directly to the gate of the holy mountain by Bulkaiso.

"Okay, Bulkaiso, you are always so serious. I will apologize. Sorry."

Vida put away the smile on his face and apologized to Bulkaiso seriously.

But this may not make any big changes in his future life. Vida despised all rules and was even a little annoying.

"It's up to you. Everyone is like this anyway, and never change their persistence."

Bul-Kathos ignored Vida. He waved to Rorschach and walked towards the Temple of the Elders.

Killer Monkey was still having fun in the distance and didn't notice what was happening here.

After Bul-Kathos dealt with Rorschach, Killer Monkey would probably be completely reborn.

On the other side, Orak brought Jessica, who had just woken up, to the place where they had trained before. The roasted beef leg had cooled in the cold wind of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

"You failed to complete the trial, but I made a choice."

Orak sat back in front of the fire, lit the flame, and began to heat the beef leg.

"I don't have an answer to your previous question."

Jessica looked at Orak, who was flipping the beef leg in front of her, and said very seriously.

"Why should kind people forgive the perpetrators? Even after death, there are still people who can forgive on their behalf?

Why can someone like me get the mercy of Bul-Kathos and ask you to give me a chance?

Why do I get the chance that those kind people never get until they die?"

When Jessica spoke, Orak paused.

"I will continue to walk with this question, and there will be an answer one day."

Jessica looked at Orak in front of her and smiled.

It was not because of her near-death experience, but because she was finally no longer afraid.

"Then, prepare to accept my bloodline. I am your goal, but you may never reach my level in your lifetime."

Orak's body recovered its entity under the blessing of the Holy Mountain. He put the barbecue on the fire and took off the God of War's Blade.

"Cut your wrist and come to me."

Orak cut a wound on his strong left arm, but there was no blood flowing out of the wound.

When the barbarians did not wither, this method of giving Nephalem bloodline would basically not be used.

At that time, humans did not need this method to inherit the foundation of becoming stronger.

"Okay."

With a smile on her face, Jessica used her hand axe to cut her left wrist without blinking, and blood dripped from the wound to the ground.

When she walked to Orak's side, the wounds of the two arms were facing each other, and Orak's body suddenly burst out with a wild breath.

Those who passed the trial would see the story of the barbarians and the brief silhouette of Bulkatho's life in the dream given by the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

And the selected successor would see the past of this ancestor through the blood of the ancestor.

Jessica's wound stopped bleeding, and part of her blood flowed into the body of the ancestor through Orak's wound, then circulated in Orak's body and returned to her body again.

With this change, Jessica saw Orak's life.

By himself, he blocked the back road of the barbarian tribe's migration, and killed tens of thousands of demons standing in the narrow mountain road.

I saw Orlak fighting bloody for seven days and nights to get enough food for his people to survive from the demon-infested area.

Until I saw Orlak die in the mouth of the shadow rats that never disappear in order to prevent the demon Hamelin from harming his people.

Orlak rushed directly to the front of the greedy demon with the shadow rats all over his body, and then turned into a dry skeleton and fell there.

The shadow rats turned around and attacked the greedy demon, causing Azmodan to have to create the great demon Gom again.

Every picture shows Orlak fighting, and every time he faced the most powerful enemy.

Orlak made countless contributions to the continuation of the barbarians throughout his life.

"Now, you can call yourself a barbarian from the Great Bear Tribe."

Orlak retracted his arm, and he also watched Jessica's short life.

For this girl, Orlak had more pity.

But this pity disappeared in an instant. Now Jessica is a warrior, and warriors don't need pity.

"Is this the power of a barbarian?"

Jessica watched the wound on her arm begin to heal, and looked at Orlak in front of her.

"Okay, kid, go eat. This time, there is no smelly juice from the zombies on the beef leg."

Orlak handed a burnt beef leg to Jessica.

Jessica is not only an heir, but also the continuation of the bloodline of the Big Bear Tribe.

For Orlak, Jessica is closer.

Closer than Rumlow and Talek, Maddock and Luke. Jessica is a barbarian of the Big Bear Tribe, while 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 ate it in big mouthfuls. She felt Orlak's care for the younger generation.

"Just call me Orlak. Since I died, the chieftain has become someone else."

Orlak took out a pottery jar from the ground, which contained his few treasures.

When he was active, the barbarians lived a hard life, so he didn't have many precious wines.

Even the containers for holding wine were the most simple pottery jars.

The event of selecting an heir was worth taking out his own collection and drinking it.

It happened that he was still in physical form.

"Olak, congratulations."

Banar came over with another pottery jar, and then placed the wine in his hand at Orlak's feet.

Banar and Orlak lived in the same era, and his collection was not much better.

"Thanks, Banar."

Orlak handed the wine Banar brought to Jessica.

"It seems that you get along well."

Bul-Kathos happened to pass by this place with Rorschach, flipped through his backpack, and took out a crystal bottle of strong liquor from it.

"You gave me a good heir, Bul-Kathos."

Orlak held the pottery jar in one hand, just like an ordinary person holding a small bowl.

He was too strong.

"That would be best."

Bul-Kathos threw the wine in his hand over, and then took Rorschach to the Temple of the Elders.

Although there was no news in Tyrael's power, Rorschach could slightly change his physical fitness with the help of Kanai's Cube.

A height of 1.67 meters is too short for a barbarian, not even as tall as the Hammer of Judgment.

Rorschach is not a child like Jill who has not grown up yet and can grow taller through food.

So I can only use the power of Kanai's Cube to see if Constantine has woken up yet.

If he wakes up, send him back to the city.

The person favored by Auriel is not suitable to be a barbarian, so let him find hope on his own.

"Thank you for giving me the opportunity."

Jessica shouted to Bul-Kathos, and in return Bul-Kathos waved his hand.

There is nothing worth caring about this kind of thing, it is enough for Orak to be satisfied with this heir.

Orak accepted Bul-Kathos's gift and buried the crystal bottle back in the ground.

He planned to take out this wine to celebrate when Jessica could stand on her own.

On the other side, Matthew staggered out of the secret realm of Reko.

The scene of the war made him a little at a loss. The continuous shouting, war roars and screams were a severe test for Matthew, who mainly fought by hearing.

"Matthew, do you know why the ancestors don't think highly of you?"

Leiko sat on a stone not far away, still with that hoarse voice.

"I can't sort out clear information in the war. This is too fatal for a warrior."

Matthew showed a forced smile, and then collapsed 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 faintly.

"But I am a barbarian, I will become a great warrior."

Matthew turned his face to the direction of Leiko.

"If you meet a demon like Razel, the roaring thunder can make you completely deaf, will you not give up in this situation?"

Leiko looked at Matthew, as if trying to judge from his expression.

"Then I will be so powerful that I can tear apart all the guys who approach me."

Matthew said without fear.

"I look forward to that day, and I hope you can do what you said."