This is somewhat overkill, and the God of War Orak can bring more powerful help on the battlefield.
 But Orak's voice has been spent in the battle to turn the tide, and it has not yet reached the most dangerous moment.
 “Let’s go! Luke!”
Jessica grabbed Luke's hand and walked towards the towering tower.
That was a relatively safe place on the battlefield, and the new recruits stood on the guard tower under the arrangement of the old general Qualkek.
Whether it's throwing axes or shooting arrows, it's up to them.
If you feel that your actions are worthless, then it doesn't matter if you charge into the frontal battlefield.
 This is not their battle, the new recruits are just here for sightseeing.
 The balance of victory and defeat is never in their hands.
 Jessica didn't notice Orac's disappointment, or in other words, when Orac chose to close his eyes motionlessly, Jessica couldn't feel the hungry emotion of the God of War.
“Ancestor, when will I be qualified to inherit the responsibility of the Big Bear Tribe?”
 Jessica shouted without looking back.
 Orac did not answer her.
 The Big Bear Tribe is finished, over! The last living pure Big Bear Tribe barbarian has died.
 Jessica wants to inherit this responsibility?
 At least after she understands what fighting is.
Drinking the smelly blood of the demon in his mouth, after chewing the stone-like limbs of the Earth-beating Demon to satisfy his hunger!
His skin was torn apart by countless sharp claws during the battle, and the wounds on his body that could not be healed were piled on top of one another!
 Be prepared for death in every battle, and know clearly that you will become the devil's food after every hit!
 The moment when there is no chance of victory, but still able to put the weapon into the mouths of those scum with the greatest strength without hesitation, that is the birth of a warrior!
 Olac is very harsh on warriors. Jessica considers herself a warrior, but obviously she is not yet!
 “Let’s go, fighting is not about escaping.”
Luke said as he tugged at Jessica.
 There is no need to wait any longer, the ancestors are already ready to go!
Those old guys were all well organized and were waiting for the repulse horn to sound.
 “The devil is never tireless, and neither are we.”
 Olac watched the two young barbarians walking towards the front line and spoke slowly.
 Time is the most ruthless.
 Hide everything away.
 It was as if Orak had sworn to remember that child forever, and now he couldn't even remember the child's face.
“I’m going to rush in and have a good fight, old bear! Are you ready to witness the sharp claws of the cub?”
Barnar said casually, holding a heavy knife that was easy to chop.
 Lao Xiong was his name for Orak. This moment was like the last time the two ancestors met while they were alive.
Banaar will always stand behind Orak!
 Whether it is a position or a concept.
The Berserker Balnar will always put the will of the God of War before his own!
 In the incomplete rage of the Berserker, Orak's voice and will were his only faith.
 “You are not a little bear anymore, just do what you want to do. Banal.”
 Olac didn’t make the slightest move, he just spoke softly.
 He was afraid that once his body started to move, he would put aside all worries and rush to the front line.
　　Whether it is taking care of two inexplicable homes or taking care of the lives of young people.
 This is not what he wants.
 It's just that Orak needs this job.
 Soldiers will not always fight under protection. On the battlefield, no one can be trusted except their comrades who are fighting together.
 This is what Orak wanted to tell the new recruits.
 “The glory of the Great Bear, in the name of the savages of the Great Bear tribe.”
Barnar stretched out his fist and placed it in front of Orak.
 Barnar prepared for the worst.
 He has always been like this.
 Fight until death, fight until the berserker who has lost his mind can no longer wield the weapon in his hand!
 Fight until even the teeth that can bite the enemy to death fall off, and the nails are blown off!
 “Go, Banal, I hope there will be a place for us to meet after the soul dies.”
Orak said softly.
 This is a revenge and a fight for the future!
Vorusk goes to find the one who has been hiding for a long time, and these ancestors who cannot wield weapons against demons and angels will be prepared to sacrifice everything.
 Make that guy pay the price!
“I still find it hard to believe that Rasma could affect the soul of that person.”
　　Barnar said nonchalantly, and then left here.
“This is what Volusk said. That noble guy was even more powerful than Volusk when he was alive.”
Orak said this.
 He didn't know if Banal could hear this, but it didn't matter.
This sentence was what he said to himself.
 The God of War will appear on the toughest battlefields and turn the tide! Just like he did when he was alive.
“A fight to the death or a fight for survival?”
 “Cassius, you should be in Calgar’s group.”
Orac said this to Cassius who suddenly appeared.
 This reckless guy died in this war.
 He shouldn't be here.
“Do you know about the death of Leoric’s rampant Skeleton King? If you had known, you would not have said such a thing.”
Cassius said with a look of contempt and mockery on his face:
“It’s really sad to die again and again. But that guy can finally rest in peace.”
"Sacrifice, I thought you were used to it."
 Orak opened his eyes, and the blazing anger in his eyes had replaced his eyeballs.
 There are only two groups of burning flames burning in the empty eye sockets.
"The barbarians never let others die earlier than us, Orak! Before I die, I never let the young relatives of the tribe die before me!"
 Cassius said with some pride.
 The leader of the Big Bear tribe in another era.
 The chief after Kotur!
 It is always like this in the Big Bear tribe. The chief is always the first to die on the battlefield.
 It’s like lining up in a queue, waiting for death one by one.
To be continued...