Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Ha! Bulkelso, you're back? Why are you bringing a little guy with you?"

Vader yelled to Bulkeso who had just appeared on the sacred mountain of Harrogath.

"Jessica's trial is over?"

Bulkaisso put the Rorschach in his hand on the ground, and the killer jumped off Bulkaisuo's shoulder like a monkey in a wild mood and ran all over the mountain.

Perhaps this is the nature of a monkey?

"Jessica failed the test, but Orac appointed her."

Vader said loudly with a smile on his face.

"It's a pity, but the result is not bad."

Bulkeso answered casually.

Rumlow has passed the trial, so he has the opportunity to choose his own direction. He doesn't have to follow Tariq's path until he becomes another Tariq.

But Jessica failed to get the Nephalem's blood from the secret realm, so she could only get the gift of Orac and become a barbarian of the Great Bear Tribe.

But for Jessica, this might be a better result.

After all, Jessica, who has never regarded herself as a fighter, can see a specific standard. Moving in the direction of Aurak does not mean that she will be weaker than the other recruits.

Orac is a monument on the road to strength, and it is also a good thing to be able to be cultivated in the direction appointed by Orac.

"I still don't understand what you mean. Rumlow was almost killed by you at that time."

Vader had a mocking look on his face.

There is a big gap between Rumlow and Jessica, one has taken the initiative to commit crimes, and the other is just a controlled puppet.

The treatment the two received was very different.

"How many times do I have to say it? The price of Rumlow was jointly paid by Mocott and Tariq, and Jessica has no one to pay the price for her."

Bulkasso looked at Vader's expression with some annoyance, obviously it would take a lot of time to discuss this topic in detail.

Bulkelso's understanding of Jessica is limited to her being a poor child who is controlled, not to mention other ancestors, who don't know how hopeless Jessica's past is.

Generally, the ancestors who only distinguish between good and evil through breath can't possibly know this.

Even Olak only knew a little bit about Jessica from Bulkelso's words, so he had doubts.

Besides, Jessica won't tell about that dark past everywhere.

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.

The opportunity to be tested has nothing to do with the justice of these recruits, but only with their determination to uphold justice.

Rumlow first obtained the approval and then proceeded to the trial, while Jessica first underwent the trial and then obtained the approval. There is a difference between the two.

Rumlow directly won the appreciation of Tariq, and Jessica before the trial didn't look like a warrior, how could Orac like such a person?

Rumlow's opportunity to get the trial was after he was influenced by the power of the Proof of Shame, while Jessica was only recognized by Aurak after she really made up her mind to gain strength and become a warrior.

Because of the pain of the past, they all have the belief in upholding justice.

Gaining power is only the first step to salvation.

How they were treated depended on Orac's and Talic's views on past sins.

Tariq has always liked to give people opportunities, he only values ​​the present and the future, so he is full of tolerance for Rumlow's past.

As for Orac, a barbarian known as the god of war, his life is only constant fighting and killing.

Olak never stopped hacking and killing because of thinking. For him, tolerance and forgiveness were not his business. He spent his whole life trying to turn the tide for the living space of the barbarians.

He doesn't care about other people's past.

Some people always say that power is justice, which cannot be said to be entirely wrong.

But power is the foundation of upholding justice. If Tyrael hadn't possessed one of the best powers among the archangels, then the name of justice should have fallen on Imprius.

"Okay, Bulkelso, I was just joking, you always can't take jokes like this."

Vader was still grinning, he knew that Bulkelso would not be so annoyed by this, at best he was dissatisfied.

"Vader, when your joke irritates others, you shouldn't say that others can't take a joke, but apologize for your joke!"

Bulkelso glanced at Vader. This guy has always been oily. Although he is still a respectable barbarian, he always lacks scale.

Rorschach on the side only listened to such a short conversation, but he agreed with Bulkeso's words.

Serious people don't like jokes, why is it their fault?

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 climbed up from the foot of the mountain. Only he was brought directly to the gate of the holy mountain by Bulkelso.

"Well, you're always so serious, Bulkasso, I'll apologize, I'm sorry."

Vader put away the smile on his face, and sincerely apologized to Bulkasso.

It's just that this may not cause any major changes in his later days. Vader despises all rules, and is even a bit annoying.

"It's up to you, everyone is like this anyway, never change your persistence."

Bulkelso didn't talk to Vader anymore, he waved at Rorschach, and walked towards the Elder's Temple.

The killer monkey in the distance was still having fun, and didn't notice what was going on here.

After Bulkelso finishes dealing with Rorschach, the killer monkey will probably be completely reborn.

On the other side, Olak brought Jessica, who had just awakened, to the training place before. 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."

Orac sat back in front of the fire, lit the flame casually, and began to heat up the beef leg.

"I don't have an answer to your previous question."

Jessica looked at Orlak who was turning the calf's leg in front of her, and said very seriously.

"Why do good people have to forgive the perpetrators? Even after death, can someone forgive on their behalf?

Why do people like me get mercy from Bul Kesso for you to give me a chance?

Why, I will get the chance that those good people can't get until their death? "

When Jessica spoke, Olak paused.

"I will continue to walk with this question, and one day there will be an answer."

Jessica looked at Olak in front of her with a smile on her face.

Not because of her near death, but because she finally no longer fears.

"Then, prepare to accept my bloodline, I am your goal, but you may not reach my level in your whole life."

Olak's body recovered under the blessing of the holy mountain. He put the barbecue on the fire and untied the God of War blade.

"Split your wrists and come to me."

Olak made a wound on his strong left arm, but there was no trace of blood flowing from the wound.

When the barbarians are not withered, this method of donating Nephalem's blood will basically not be used.

At that time, human beings did not need this method to inherit the foundation of becoming stronger.

"good."

With a smile on her face, Jessica cut open the wrist of her left hand with the hand ax without blinking, and blood dripped down the ground from the wound.

When she walked to Aurak's side, the wounds on her two arms met, and a savage aura burst out from Aurak's body.

Those who pass the test will see stories of barbarians and fleeting glimpses of the life of Bul-Kathor in the dreams bestowed by Mount Harrogath.

And the chosen successor sees the ancestor's past through the ancestor's blood.

Jessica's wound stopped bleeding, and part of her blood entered the ancestor's body along Aurak's wound, then circulated in Aurak's body, and returned to her body again.

With this change, Jessica sees Olak's life.

He blocked the back road of the barbarian tribe's migration by himself, and killed tens of thousands of demons standing in the narrow mountain road.

I saw Orac's seven days and nights of bloody fighting in order to seize enough food from the demon-infested area to keep his people alive.

Until he saw that Orac was buried in the mouth of the never-ending shadow rat group in order to let the demon Hamelin have no chance to harm his people.

Orac rushed directly in front of the Greedy Demon with a swarm of shadow rats all over his body, and then turned into a dry bone and fell there.

The Shadow Rats turned and attacked the Greeder, forcing Azmodan to create Goom again.

Every picture is the appearance of Orac's battle, and every time he faces the most powerful enemy.

Olak's life has made countless contributions to the continuation of the barbarians.

"Now you can call yourself a barbarian from the Great Bear tribe."

Olak withdrew his arm, and he also watched Jessica's short life.

For this girl, Orac had a little more compassion.

But the pity was gone in an instant, and now Jessica was a warrior, and a warrior didn't need pity.

"Is this the power of barbarians?"

Jessica watched the wound on her arm begin to heal, and her eyes looked at Orac in front of her.

"Okay, kid, let's go eat, this time there is no foul-smelling juice from the walking corpse on the beef leg."

Olak handed Jessica a slightly burnt beef shank.

Jessica is not only an heir, but also a continuation of the blood of the Big Bear tribe.

For Orlak, Jessica was closer.

Closer than Rumlow and Talek, Maddock and Luke, Jessica is a barbarian from the Great Bear tribe, and Rumlow and the others are just barbarians.

"What should I call you? Ares or Chief?"

Jessica's eyes narrowed with a smile, and she took the beef leg and gnawed on it. She felt the same care that Olak had for his juniors.

"Just call me Orac. Since I'm dead, the Chief is someone else."

Olak took out a clay pot from the ground, which contained his few treasures.

Life was hard for a savage when he was active, so he didn't have much of a reserve drink.

Even the containers for drinking are the simplest clay pots.

The choice of an heir is worth taking out his own treasures and drinking once.

It just so happens that he's still alive.

"Oracle, congratulations."

Banal came over with another clay pot, and then put the drink in his hand at Orac's feet.

Barnar lived in the same age as Aurak, and his collection was no better.

"Thanks, Banal."

Orac handed Jessica the wine that Barnar had brought.

"It seems that you get along well."

Bulkelso and Rorschach just passed by this place, flipped through the backpack, and took out a crystal bottle of spirits from it.

"You have given me a good heir, Bulkelso."

Orac held the clay pot with one hand, just like an ordinary person holding a small bowl.

He is so big.

"That's the best."

Bulkelso threw away the wine in his hand, and then led Rorschach to the Elder's Temple.

Although there is no news about Tyrell's power, with the help of Kanai's Box, Rorschach can slightly change his physical fitness.

The height of 1.67 meters is too short for a barbarian, not as tall as the Hammer of Judgment.

Nor is Rorschach Jill's pre-grown kid who grows taller through food.

So I can only use the power of Kanai's Magic Box, just to see that Constantine who has not yet woken up.

If he wakes up, send him back to the city.

The person favored by Auriel is not suitable to be a barbarian, let him find hope by himself.

"Thank you for the opportunity."

Jessica yelled at Bulkelso, and Bulkelso waved.

This kind of thing is nothing worth caring about. It is enough for Orac to be satisfied with the heir.

Olak took the gift from Bulkelso, and then buried the crystal bottle back in the ground.

He planned to take out this wine to celebrate when Jessica was able to be alone.

On the other side, Matthew staggered out of Leiko's secret realm.

The scene of the war made him a little at a loss. The environment of continuous shouts of killing, battle roars and screams was a severe test for Matthew, who mainly fought by hearing.

"Matthew, do you know why the ancestors disliked you?"

Lei Ko sat on a rock not far away, still with that hoarse voice.

"I can't make clear messages in war. It's deadly as a fighter."

Matthew showed a forced smile, and then slumped directly on the ground.

"You are more suitable as a mage, they have different ways of seeing the world."

Lei Ko held the helmet in her arms and said quietly.

"But I am a savage, and I shall make a great warrior."

Matthew turned his face towards Reiko.

"If you met a demon like Rezel, the roaring thunder could completely deaf you, wouldn't you give up in this situation?"

Lai Ko looked at Matthew, as if trying to make a judgment from his expression.

"Then I'll be so powerful that I can shred anyone who gets close to me."

Matthew said without fear.

"I look forward to that day and hope you can do what you say."

There are six thousand more, and I am coding.

I went to pay the electricity bill and told me it was a power outage...

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