I saw Orak fighting for seven days and nights covered in blood in order to seize enough food for his people to survive from the demon-infested area.
Until he saw that Orac was buried in the mouths of the eternal shadow rats 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, forcing Azmodan to create another great demon called Gaom.
Every scene shows Orac fighting, and every time he faces the most powerful enemy.
Orac's life made countless contributions to the continuation of the barbarians.
"Now, you can call yourself a barbarian from the Great Bear Tribe."
Orak retracted his arm, and he also watched Jessica's short life.
Orak felt a little more compassion for this girl.
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 wound on her arm begin to heal, and looked at Orak in front of her.
"Okay, kid, let's go eat. This time there won't be the stinking juice of the walking corpse on the beef leg."
Orak handed Jessica a slightly burnt beef shank.
Jessica is not only an heir, but also continues the bloodline of the Big Bear Tribe.
For Orak, Jessica is closer.
They are closer than Rumlow and Tarik, or Madoc and Luke. Jessica is a barbarian from 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 gnawed it. She felt the same care that Orak showed to his younger generation.
"Just call me Orak. Since I die, the chief will be someone else."
Orak 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 of a treasure trove of wine.
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.
"Aurark, congratulations."
Banal came over with another clay pot, and then placed the wine in his hand at Orak's feet.
Barnard lived in the same era as Orak, and his collection was no better.
"Thanks, Barnard."
Orak handed the wine that Banal brought to Jessica.
"It seems you get along well."
Burquesso happened to pass by this place with Rorschach, rummaged through his backpack and took out a crystal bottle of spirits from inside.
"You have given me a good heir, Bulcaisel."
Orak held the clay pot in one hand, just like an ordinary person holding a small bowl.
He is too strong.
"That's best."
Bulcaisel threw away the wine in his hand, and then led Rorschach towards the Temple of the Elders.
Although there is no news about Tyrael'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, and is not as tall as the Hammer of Judgment.
Rorschach is not Jill's immature child who can grow taller through food.
So I could only use the power of Kanai's Magic Box, just in time to see Constantine who didn't know whether he had woken up yet.
If he wakes up, take him back to the city.
The person Auriel favors is not suitable to be a barbarian, so let him find hope on his own.
"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.
Orac accepted the gift from Bulqueso and 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 shouts of death, the mixture of war cries and screams were a severe test for Matthew, who mainly fought through hearing.
"Matthew, do you know why the ancestors don't think highly of you?"
Leiko was sitting on a stone not far away, still having the same hoarse voice.
"I couldn'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 make 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 carefully, seeming to want to make a judgment from his expression.
"Then I will be strong enough to tear apart anyone who comes close to me."
Matthew said without fear.
"I look forward to that day and hope you can do what you say you will do."
Chapter completed!