207 The Barbarians of the Big Bear Tribe (4,000-character chapter)
"Ha! Bulcasso, you are back? Why are you bringing a little guy with you?"
Vader shouted to Bulcaisso who had just appeared on the sacred mountain of Harrogas.
"Jessica's trial is over?"
Bulkiso put the Rorschach in his hand on the ground, and the killer monkey jumped off Bulkiso's shoulder like a joy and ran all over the mountain.
Maybe this is the nature of a monkey?
"Jessica didn't pass the test, but Orak appointed her."
Vida said loudly with a smile on his face.
"It's a pity, but the result is not bad."
Bulkesso answered casually.
After Rumlow passed the trial, he had the opportunity to choose his own direction. He did not have to follow Tarik's path until he became another Tarik.
But Jessica failed to get the Nephalem bloodline from the secret realm, so she could only get a gift from Orak and become a barbarian from the Great Bear Tribe.
But for Jessica, this may be a better result.
After all, Jessica, who had never considered herself a warrior, could see a specific standard. Going in the direction of Orak did not mean that she would be weaker than the other recruits.
Orac is a monument on the road to strength, and it is a good thing to be trained in the direction designated by Orac.
"I still don't understand what you mean. Rumlow was almost beaten to death by you at that time."
Vader had a look of teasing on his face.
There is a huge gap between Rumlow and Jessica. One has taken the initiative to embark on a criminal path, while the other is just a controlled puppet.
The treatment the two people received was vastly different.
"How many more times do I have to say this? Rumlow's price was paid by both Mocott and Tariq. Jessica had no one to pay the price for her."
Bulcaisel looked at Vida's expression with some boredom. Obviously, discussing this topic in detail would waste a lot of time.
Bulcasso's understanding of Jessica was limited to the fact that she was a poor child who was being controlled, not to mention the other ancestors, who didn't know how desperate Jessica's past was.
Ancestors who generally only distinguish between good and evil through breath are unlikely to know this.
Even Orak only knew a little bit about Jessica from Bulcasso's words, so he had doubts.
Besides, Jessica wouldn't tell anyone about that dark past.
As for Rumlow, the ancestors all knew the weirdness of the weapon of the Proof of Shame, so their attitude was much better.
This trial doesn't mean anything, it's just an opportunity to gain strength.
Giving the opportunity to trial has nothing to do with the justice of these recruits, only their determination to uphold justice.
Rumlow first gained recognition and then went through the trial, while Jessica first went through the trial and then gained recognition. There is a difference between the two.
Rumlow directly gained Talik's admiration, and Jessica before the trial did not look like a warrior. How could Orak like such a person?
Rumlow got the chance to be tested after he was affected by the power of the Proof of Shame, while Jessica was recognized by Orak only after she truly made up her mind to gain the strength to become a warrior.
Because of the pain in the past, they all have the belief in upholding justice.
Gaining power is only the first step to redemption.
As for their treatment, it depends on Orak and Talik's different views on the sins of the past.
Tarik always likes to give people opportunities. He only values the present and the future, so he is very tolerant of Rumlow's past.
As for Orak, a barbarian who is known as the God of War, his life is filled with constant fighting and killing.
Orak never stopped slashing because of thinking. For him, tolerance and forgiveness were not his business. He spent his whole life trying to turn the tide for the barbarians' living space.
He doesn't care about other people's past.
Some people always say that strength is justice, but this cannot be said to be completely wrong.
But strength is the basis for upholding justice. If Tyrael did not possess the best strength among the archangels, then the name of justice would fall on Imperius's head.
"Okay, Bulcaisel, I was just joking. You are always like this."
Vader was still smiling. He knew that Bulcaisel would not be very angry about this, at best he would just feel dissatisfied.
"Vida, when your jokes anger others, you shouldn't say that others can't take jokes, but apologize for your jokes!"
Bulcaisel glanced at Vader. This guy had always been glib. Although he was still a respectable barbarian, he always lacked scale.
Rorschach on the side only listened to this short section of the conversation, but he agreed with Bulkesso's words.
Why is it their fault that serious people don't like jokes?
Rorschach put his hands in his pockets and observed the surrounding environment.
He didn't know that he was the one who received preferential treatment. The other recruits all started to climb up from the foot of the mountain, but he was the only one who was taken directly to the gate of the Holy Mountain by Bulqessor.
"Okay, Bulcasso, you are always so serious, I will apologize, I'm sorry."
Vida put away the smile on his face and apologized to Bulkesso seriously.
It's just that this may not bring about any big changes in his future life. Vader despises all rules and is even a bit annoying.
"It's up to you, everyone is like this anyway, they never change their persistence."
Bulcaisuo ignored Vida anymore. He waved to Rorschach and walked towards the Temple of the Elders.
The killer monkey in the distance was still having fun and didn't notice what was going on here.
After Bulcaisel finishes dealing with Rorschach, Killer Monkey will probably be completely reborn.
On the other hand, Orac took the newly awakened Jessica to the place where she had been training. The roasted beef leg had already cooled in the cold wind of the Holy Mountain of Harrogas.
"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 yet."
Jessica looked at Orak who was flipping the cow leg in front of her and said very seriously.
"Why do kind people have to forgive perpetrators? Is there anyone who can forgive on their behalf even after they die?
Why do people like me get the mercy of Bulcasso and ask you to give me a chance?
Why do I get opportunities that good people never get until they die?"
When Jessica spoke, Orak's movements paused.
"I will continue to walk with this question, and one day I will have an answer."
Jessica looked at Orak in front of her with a smile on her face.
It wasn't because she was in danger, but because she was finally no longer afraid.
"Then, prepare to accept my bloodline. I am your goal, but you may not be able to reach my level in your whole life."
Orac's body recovered its physical form under the blessing of the Holy Mountain. He placed the barbecue on the fire and took off the God of War's Blade.
"Slit your wrists and come to me."
Orak cut a wound on his strong left arm, but no blood flowed from the wound.
When the barbarians are not dying, this method of gifting Nephalem blood will basically not be used.
At that time, humans did not need this method to inherit the basis for becoming stronger.
"good."
With a smile on her face, Jessica cut open the wrist of her left hand with a hand ax without blinking, and blood dripped on the ground along the wound.
When she walked to Orak's side, the wounds on her two arms faced each other, and a wild aura suddenly erupted from Orak's body.
Those who pass the trial will see the story of the barbarians and the brief outline of Bulkatho's life in the dream given by the holy mountain of Harrogath.
The chosen successor will see the ancestor's past through the ancestor's bloodline.
Jessica's wound stopped bleeding. Part of her blood entered the ancestor's body along Orak's wound, then circulated in Orak's body and returned to her body again.
With this change, Jessica saw Orak's life.
He single-handedly blocked the migration path of the barbarian tribe and killed tens of thousands of demons while standing in the narrow mountain path.
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."
