"Hah! Bourkeso, are you back? How to take a little one? ”

Vader shouted at Bulkeso, who had just appeared on the sacred mountain of Harlogas.

"Jessica's trial is over?"

Bourkeso put Rorschach on the ground, and the killer monkey jumped off Bourkeso's shoulder and ran all over the hill.

Maybe that's the nature of a monkey?

"Jessica didn't pass the trial, but Orac appointed her."

Vader said loudly with a smile on her face.

"It's a pity, but it doesn't turn out bad."

Bourkeso replied casually.

Rumlow had passed the trial, so he had the opportunity to choose his own direction, and he didn't have to follow Talik's path until he became another Talik.

However, Jessica was unable to obtain the bloodline of Nephilim from the secret realm, so she could only receive the gift of Orak and become a barbarian of the Great Bear Tribe.

But for Jessica, it might be a better outcome.

After all, Jessica, who has never considered herself a warrior, can see a specific standard, and following Orlac's direction does not mean that she will be weaker than the other recruits.

Orac is a monument on the path of strength, and it is also a good thing to be able to be cultivated in the direction specified by Orlac.

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

Vader had a look on her face.

There is a big gap between Rumlow and Jessica, one has taken the initiative to embark on a criminal path, and the other is just a puppet who has been controlled.

The treatment of the two people is very different.

"How many more times do I have to say it? Rumlow's price was given by both Mocott and Talik, and Jessica had no one to pay for her. ”

Bourkeso looked at Vader's expression a little bored, and it was obvious that the details of this topic would delay a lot of time.

Bourqueso's knowledge of Jessica was limited to the fact that she was a poor child under control, not to mention the other ancestors who didn't know how desperate Jessica's past was.

Ancestors who usually distinguish good from evil only by breath could not have known this.

Even Orak only knew a little bit of Jessica's news from Bourkeso's words, so there was doubt.

And Jessica won't tell the story of that dark past.

As for Rumlow, the ancestors knew the strangeness of the weapon of the proof of shame, so their attitude was much better.

This trial doesn't mean anything, it's just a chance to gain strength.

The opportunity given to the trial has nothing to do with the justice of these recruits, only on their determination to uphold justice.

There is a difference between Rumlow's trial after receiving the approval and Jessica being the trial before getting the approval.

Rumlow directly gained Talik's appreciation, and Jessica didn't look like a warrior before the trial, how could Orac like such a person?

Rumlow's chance at the trial came after he was affected by the power of the Proof of Shame, and Jessica was recognized by Orac after he had truly made up his mind to gain the power to become a warrior.

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

Gaining strength is only the first step to salvation.

As for how they were treated, it was determined by the different views of Orak and Talik on their past sins.

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

And Orlac, a barbarian who enjoys the name of the god of war, has only a life of constant fighting and constant fighting.

Orak never stopped slashing because he was thinking, tolerance and forgiveness were not his business, and he spent his whole life trying to turn the tide for the living space of barbarians.

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

It is always said that power is justice, and this cannot be said to be entirely wrong.

But power is the foundation of justice, and if Tyrell does not possess the power of the archangels, then the name of justice should fall on the head of Imprius.

"Well, Bourkeso, I'm just joking, you can't always make jokes like that."

Vader was still grinning, he knew that Bourkeso wouldn't be annoyed by this, at best he was just dissatisfied.

"Vader, when your jokes anger others, you shouldn't say that they can't make jokes, but apologize for your jokes!"

Bourkeso glanced at Vader, this guy had always been oily and smooth, and although he was still a respectable barbarian, he would always lack scale.

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

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

Rorschach put her hands in her pockets and surveyed her surroundings.

He didn't know that he was the one who was given preferential treatment, and the other recruits all started to climb up the mountain, and he was the only one who was taken directly to the gate of the holy mountain by Bourkeso.

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

Vader put away the smile on her face and apologized to Bourkeso seriously.

It's just that this doesn't necessarily make any big changes in his later days, and Vader defies all the rules, and even a little annoying.

"Whatever you want, everyone is like this anyway, never change their insistence."

Bourquesso didn't talk to Rivida anymore, he beckoned to Rorschach and walked towards the Elder's Temple.

In the distance, the killer monkey was still having fun, not noticing what was going on here.

By the time Bourkesor has dealt with Rorschach, the killer monkey will probably be completely reborn.

On the other side, Orak brought Jessica, who had just woken up, to the place where he had been training, and the roasted beef leg had cooled in the cold wind of the sacred mountain of Harlogas.

"You didn't make it to the trial, but I made a choice."

Orak sat back down at the fire, stinted the flame in his hand, and began to heat the corbel.

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

Jessica looked at Orak who was flipping the leg in front of her and said very seriously.

"Why should the good have to forgive the perpetrator? Even after death, can someone forgive them in their place?

Why should someone like me get Bourkeso's mercy and let you give me a chance?

Why, do I get the opportunity that the good ones don't get until they die? ”

As Jessica spoke, Orlac paused.

"I'll keep going with this question, and one day there will be an answer."

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

Not because she was dying, but because she was finally no longer afraid.

"Then, be ready to accept my bloodline, I am your goal, but you may not reach my level for the rest of your life."

Orak's body was restored to form with the blessing of the Holy Mountain, and he placed the roast on the fire and unleashed the blade of the god of war.

"Slash your wrist and come to me."

Orak made a cut open on his strong left arm, but there was not a trace of blood flowing from the wound.

When the barbarians did not wither, this method of gifting Nephiten's bloodline would basically not be used passively.

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

"Okay."

With a smile on her face, Jessica slashed her left wrist with her hand axe without blinking, and blood dripped down the wound to the ground.

When she walked to Orlac's side, the wounds on both arms came together, and a savage aura erupted on Orlac's body.

Those who pass the trials will see the story of the barbarians and the brief silhouette of Bourkeso's life in the dream given by the sacred mountain of Harogas.

The chosen successor sees the ancestor's past through the ancestor's bloodline.

Jessica's wound stopped bleeding, and some of her blood traveled down Orlac's wound into the ancestor's body, then circulated through Orlac's body and returned to her body again.

With this change, Jessica sees the life of Orlac.

With the strength of one person, he blocked the back road of the barbarian tribe migration, and stood in the narrow mountain road and killed tens of thousands of demons.

Witness seven days and nights of bloody fighting by Orac in order to snatch enough food from the demon-infested area to keep his people alive.

Until he saw Orlac so that the demon Hamerin had no chance to harm his people, Orlac died in the mouth of the never-dying shadow rats.

Orrac rushed straight in front of the greedy demon with a swarm of shadow rats all over his body, and then turned into a dry skeleton and fell there.

The Shadow Rats turned their heads and attacked the Greed, causing Azmodean to create another archdemon called Kaom.

Every frame is like Orrac fighting, and each time he faces the most powerful enemy.

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

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

Orac withdrew his arm, and in turn he watched Jessica's short life.

For this girl, Orrac had some more pity.

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

"Is this the power of the barbarians?"

Jessica watched as the wound on her arm began to heal, and a pair of eyes looked at Orak in front of her.

"Alright, kid, let's go to dinner, this time there is no foul juice from the walking corpse on the calf."

Orak handed Jessica a somewhat charred beef shank.

Jessica is not only an heir, but also a continuation of the bloodline of the Great Bear Tribe.

For Orlac, Jessica is a little closer.

Closer than Rumlow and Talik, Madolph and Luke, Jessica is a barbarian of the Great Bear Tribe, and Rumlow is just a barbarian.

"What shall I call you? God of War or Chieftain? ”

Jessica's eyes narrowed with a smile as she took the leg and nibbled on it. She sensed the care that Orlac cared for her juniors.

"Just call me Orak, since I'm dead, the chief is someone else."

Orac pulled out a clay pot from the ground, which contained one of his few treasures.

When he was active, the barbarian had a hard time, so he didn't have much treasured drink.

Even the containers for wine are the most rudimentary clay pots.

Choosing an heir is worth drinking from his treasures.

It just so happens that he's still physical.

"Orlac, congratulations."

Banar came over with another clay pot and placed the drink at Orlac's feet.

Banal and Orak lived in the same era, and his collection was not much better.

"Thanks, Banar."

Orak handed Jessica the wine Banal had brought.

"Looks like you're getting along."

Bourquesso and Rorschach happened to pass by this place, and casually rummaged through his backpack and took out a crystal bottle of spirits from it.

"You've given me a good heir, Bourkeso."

Orak holds the clay pot in one hand, like an ordinary person holding a small bowl.

He's too strong.

"That's for the best."

Bourkeso tossed the wine from his hand and led Rorschach to the Elder's Temple.

Although there is no news about Tyrell's power, the use of Kanai's box can make Rorschach change his physical fitness a little.

A height of one meter six or seven is too short for a barbarian, and it is not as tall as the hammer of judgment.

Rorschach is also not Jill's yet-to-grow child, who can grow taller through food.

So I can only use the power of Kanai's box, just to see the Konstantin who doesn't know if he has woken up.

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

The man whom Oriel favors is not fit to be a savage, so let him find hope for himself.

"Thank you for the opportunity."

Jessica shouted at Bourkeso, in exchange for Bourkeso's hand.

This kind of thing is not worth caring about, and it is enough for Orac to be satisfied with this heir.

Orak took the gift from Bourkeso, and buried the crystal bottle back in the ground.

He plans to celebrate it when Jessica is able to stand on her own.

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

The war scene left him a little confused, and the constant mix of shouts and screams, war cries, and screams was a severe test for Matthew, who fought mainly by hearing.

"Matthew, do you know why the ancestors didn't like you?"

Lecco sat on a stone not far away, still in the same hoarse voice.

"I couldn't sort out clear information during the war. As a warrior, it's too deadly. ”

Matthew smiled reluctantly, and then sat down on the ground.

"You're better suited as a mage, they have different ways of seeing the world."

Lecco said quietly as she held her helmet in her arms.

"But I'm a savage, and I'm going to be a great warrior."

Matthew turned his face in Reco's direction.

"If you're meeting a demon like Rezel, and the roar of thunder can make you completely lose your hearing, won't you give up in this situation?"

Lecco looked at Matthew, as if trying to judge from his expression.

"Then I'm strong enough to shred up all the guys who come near me."

Matthew said without fear.

"I'm looking forward to that day and I hope you can do what you say."