"Since I have not been given the responsibility of reviving the Big Bear Tribe,
Then I can fight as a barbarian.
Enjoy victory and blood, wield anger and swords!
This kind of life is much better than what I feared at the beginning."
Jessica seemed to be relieved of something.
Although she had been becoming stronger before, she had always been entangled in her heart.
The title of "The Last Barbarian of the Great Bear Tribe" made her feel heavy pressure.
Now that there is no such pressure, she can live her life the way she wants.
What could be more relaxing than this?
"Have a nice trip, and chop off a few more demon heads by the way.
If possible, I'd like to use the little head of the Earthbreaker as a punch bowl."
Kotur smiled and waved his hand in farewell.
After the portal closed in front of his eyes, Koutul showed a sad look on his face.
"Cassius, do you think it's okay for me to do this?
Although it is not a good thing to let others bear our responsibilities, we are already dead.
Are you really willing to let the Big Bear tribe disappear?"
Kotur sat cross-legged on the ground, his thick arms hitting the ground heavily.
Obviously his mood was not good, even very bad.
"We are dead people.
Even if the Big Bear Tribe disappears, it has nothing to do with us.
When will you learn not to think so much?
I know you're not stupid, but you have absolutely nothing to do with being smart.
This kind of problem is for smart people to consider. Although I am not smart either, I am at least a little smarter than you.
Do you think it’s a good thing for a soldier to go to the battlefield under great pressure?”
As Cassius spoke, he blocked the flying snow and mud with his hands.
He is the most discerning person.
"Orak made a choice, he just relieved himself of the responsibility that he was unwilling to bear.
There is no need for you to let another person carry that heavy backpack again!"
Cassius shook his hand and shook aside the mud dots in his hand.
Then he wiped his hands on Koutul's clothes...
"I'm just not willing to give in!
Orak dedicated his life and honor.
You and I are on the hook for our own lives!
Lost countless familiar faces along the way!
But now, you told me that the Big Bear Tribe is going to become a thing of the past!
How can you let me be so willing!?"
Kotul seemed a little manic.
When faced with this kind of thing, perhaps Couture behaved more like a normal person.
"I am not reconciled either.
But what I'm not reconciled to is why I didn't survive after my victory.
Now that he is dead, let us accept the future of our tribe calmly.
The barbarians have not come to an end yet.
Perhaps one day there will be new barbarians who plan to establish their own tribe.
Then, as if destined, the tribe was named Big Bear.
Then, by coincidence, a powerful barbarian who can take on everything will be born among the newly born Big Bear tribe.
The name happens to be Orak.
Then there will be born a Cassius who incorporates his foul-mouthed words into his battle cry, and a taciturn and powerful Kotur.
So what are you worried about?
We are dead people.
It is enough to be able to appear on the battlefield as the spirit of the ancestors to help the younger generations fight.
Other things have nothing to do with us."
Cassius tugged on his braided beard and forced a smile on his face.
Obviously, he was not as relaxed as he said.
"What a fucked up world, what an angry world!"
Kotur cursed in a rare way.
Cassius became silent.
"I don't care if I win or not! I only care if I look good when I fight!
If it really comes to a critical moment, can you and I still stay here and watch?
Bulkesso is not so heartless.
He probably just wants to put a little pressure on young people."
Cassius said this with a smile.
The muscles in Kotur's face were trembling.
"It better be so!"
It was as if squeezing these words out of his mouth had exhausted all of Kultur's strength.
He lay directly on the ground, staring blankly at the sky.
…
"Bulkess, the only people who are still here are you and me.
If you want to ask something, I will consider whether to ask."
Inaris said feebly while hanging on the cross.
The principle of using the cross as a torture instrument to kill a life is actually extremely cruel.
The reason for the death of the person hanging on it is usually not excessive blood loss, but death from suffocation...
When every breath requires muscles to bear most of a person's weight, muscle cramps are imminent.
When the muscles are completely fatigued and lose their strength, the person will die of suffocation.
Fortunately, Inarius is not an ordinary person, and hanging on the cross will not make him unable to breathe.
He can even stop breathing...
"The birth of legendary equipment!
What I want to ask is this.
This is a thing of the past, and you might be able to do something about it."
Bulcaisel looked at Inarius who was hung up in front of him with a cold expression on his face.
Although Bulcaisel could not find the part of him that was Uldyssian in his memory.
To be continued...