Luke was squatting behind a rock on the sacred mountain of Harrogas with his teeth in his hands. He was holding a piece of black bread in his hand and squatting like a blind man. He only had his hands in his sleeves.
The brown bread in his hand was held to make him appear less deliberate. He didn't consider the fact that he was deliberately eating behind the rocks at all.
From time to time, he poked his head out from behind the rock and looked at Jessica Jones, who was wielding a hatchet in front of him.
He still cares a little about Madoc's words, maybe he cares about Jessica Jones.
After Luke met Jessica, he always felt destined.
It's just that his head has already fallen into the eyes of Jessica Jones and Orak.
After all, a black head grew out of a stone piled with white snow, as conspicuous as a mushroom growing on a mop that has been left out for a long time.
"that is?"
Jessica was still wielding the hand ax and was practicing the combat skill of slamming.
During this period of time, Orak didn't teach her much, he just continued to demonstrate this move and then watched her train.
Although it was her first time coming into contact with a weapon like a hand axe, she was already wielding it like a warrior.
At least if you use it to fight others, the weapon is no longer a burden that may hurt you at any time.
Jessica asked Orac who was standing in front of her very casually.
Orac's burly figure always looks very eye-catching.
"Although the heir of Madoc is not very coordinated, he is a rare and good child."
Orak didn't even turn his head, and said quietly. He wanted to make Luke his heir, but he couldn't win against Madoc.
The aura of Luke Cage was not tainted with the strong stench caused by his evil deeds. Coupled with his good physical fitness, the ancestors were very satisfied.
It's a pity that Orak failed to win when facing Maddock.
As an ancestor older than the "Three Idiots", Orak had to admit that he was surpassed by his descendants.
The day for Jessica's challenge is not far away now, and Orak's heart is unmoved by this.
Orak had experienced countless times watching a warrior step into his secret realm.
Out of respect for a life, Orak decided from the beginning to give Jessica enough guidance.
But Orac doesn't intend to turn a blind eye to Jessica's sins.
So Orak didn't show much enthusiasm.
His secret realm is not a place that can be easily challenged no matter what.
As one of the first tenants on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath who had experienced the most brutal battles, he was also very helpless that he could not find a successor with even a glimmer of hope.
Very few of the people he selected made it to the second secret realm, and the few who did quickly lost their lives in the subsequent battles.
When he watched the barbarian recruits step into the secret realm, he wanted to dissuade them more than once.
Because after his death, the barbarians no longer need a god of war who always turns the tide.
But Orac said nothing in the end. No one can stop a person from making his own choice, as long as that choice does not violate morality and justice.
The secret realm is never a place where you can delay time. There is no food and water there. If you can't succeed before you starve to death, then being buried in your bones is the only result.
Orak looked at the Temple of the Elders in the distance, a trace of melancholy flashed across his overly decent face.
Many barbarian lives were buried in his secret realm. Those recruits had no glory and no experience. Therefore, they are basically nowhere to be found on the holy mountain.
The legendary weapon Blade of the God of War has never been a weapon favored by barbarians. Even he himself does not feel how powerful the weapon that embodies his legend is.
This legend is just the most helpless choice.
No matter how basic and commonly used Slam is, it is just a skill that breeds anger. It does not have any earth-shaking power, at least compared to those skills that are widely used.
"Then why didn't he go to training? Instead he looked at me with pity?"
Jessica observed Luke's eyes, and there was an indescribable feeling that was raising question marks in her heart.
The movements of my hands have also become a bit slower. Although they are not out of shape, they cannot be called concentrated practice.
She vaguely felt what she was about to face, but acted as if she didn't know anything.
To be honest, Jessica could feel Luke's feelings, but she didn't dare to respond.
At least until she comes out of the shadows completely.
Maybe this is how two somewhat hypocritical people get along?
"Then you have to ask Madoc."
Orak was not going to say too much on the matter, because nothing could change the course.
Barbarians do not value words, only actions.
A narrow escape opportunity to gain enough power to complete a person's redemption.
There is nothing wrong with this kind of thing, but not just anyone can face death without fear.
No matter how firm your words are, actions speak for themselves.
At least Orak didn't think much of the girl in front of him.
Luke withdrew his head from behind the rock, then hit his nose hard with the hard black bread, and two streams of blood flowed directly to his chest.
Then he picked up the blood bottle and took a deep sip.
"Luke, why do you feel compassion for a stranger?"
Vader's soul appeared quietly, then sat aside and asked with a trace of ridicule.
"Don't you have mercy on a man who is doomed to face death?"
Luke said in a matter-of-fact tone, with some surprise.
The stupidity of these words made Vader laugh out loud.
"Who is not destined to face death? You? Or me? Or Bulcasso?"
Vida laughed wildly, even heartbreakingly.
Even though the businessman Vader gave up his life as an adventurer, he was once an excellent warrior.
In other words, those who do not know how to fight at all are the rarest of barbarians.
Even at the last moment of his life, Vader chose to pick up the weapons around him like a warrior and charge towards the demon.
There is no one on this mountain who has not faced death in life.
And Bulcaisuo faced death itself, and by the way, he also shattered the Dark Soul Stone.
"I mean, that girl...she is still so young...why..."
Luke said hesitantly.
Being laughed at by Vader made him look a little embarrassed.
"That's enough, Luke! Don't let your inexplicable love go against your feelings."
Vader interrupted Luke rudely. What Luke was thinking was not a secret to these ancestors.
They have been around for a long time, and few things surprise them.
"The stench on that girl's body cannot be washed away even if she is wiped with snow from the sacred mountain of Harrogath."
"I just……"
"You just haven't thought about how to face your inner impulses. Young people always like to move themselves."
Vader smiled disdainfully and grinned.
How much deep love has become a move of self-persuasion? If we really love each other, how can we wait for such a long time to change our minds?
Vader is a savage with a story.
However, Vader stopped the bleeding and disappeared.
He left a fairy tale book on the ground, with a silhouette of Madoc drawn on the cover.
"Invincible Hope on the Holy Mountain" is the name of this fairy tale.
Those are some stories about Madoc recorded casually by the barbarian ancestors.
To be continued...