Dark Savages Come To the United States

Jessica was chatting with Kurtur on the holy mountain of Harrogath.

Talking about chatting can actually be seen as trying to get a little information out.

For example, how those legendary equipment were shaped.

"If you have to say it, it is probably the power of belief.

Everyone believes that this equipment has magical power, so this equipment really has this power.

In fact, to be honest, you can't say that we have no power without equipment.

Anyway, I can't understand it.

Take Orac's God of War Blade as an example.

You should know the power of this weapon, but Aurak can use that kind of blow with a stick in his hand if he wants to...

Because this in itself is his strength.

It's just solidified by some kind of power on his commonly used weapon. "

Couture is not very good at communicating.

But he did his best to tell Jessica what he knew.

Jessica's status is somewhat special.

As a pure barbarian of the Big Bear tribe, it is not surprising that he will be taken care of by the "elders".

"It sounds like a lie has come true.

You can't say that legendary equipment was created by the king of lies in the first place, right?

If so, then the nephalem's power might just be a hoax.

As long as Bilie dispels the lie at the critical moment, the people who rely on legendary equipment to become stronger will immediately become weaker.

Have you ever thought about this kind of problem? "

While wiping the weapon in her hand with a clean cloth, Jessica rolled her eyes at Kurtur.

The answer given by Kotull did not convince Jessica.

"Billie doesn't have that power.

Even if he raised his strength to the level of the Three Demon Gods, he couldn't do this kind of thing.

We do have the subject of suspicion, but the guy is an angel. "

When Kotuel said this, he hesitated for a moment.

It seemed that he was wondering if he should tell Jessica about this unconfirmed conjecture.

"I think it's the force of fate.

If this is really some existential conspiracy, it can only be fate.

As the first born angel, even before other archangels.

Inarius may have done something the moment he was born.

After all, Inaris was still able to control his destiny at that time.

Maybe... I mean maybe.

The first thing Inaris did when he wanted to rebel against fate was to allow the world to produce legendary equipment.

And only his first resistance to fate can make use of such a powerful force of fate. "

Couture still spoke.

Although this is not what he speculated.

It was the conjecture that Kanai said when he was chatting back then.

It's just that Kanai doesn't let others mention him when talking about it.

When Jessica heard this, she finally wanted to believe it.

This guess is more convincing than that lie.

"You didn't ask?"

Jessica looked at the embarrassed Kurtur and asked.

She really wanted to know the answer, that's why she still asked when Kurtur was embarrassed.

"Us? You mean Bulkelso?

I don't know, maybe he asked those archangels?

It's just that I don't think he cares about such things. "

Kurtur said a little stiffly.

It does make sense that legendary equipment is a product of rebellion against fate.

Because legends are not made only by nephalem.

Angels and demons are the same.

Both the High Heavens and the Burning Hells have their own legends.

If this is a lie, then why did Bilie do such a thankless thing?

Even if the existence of legendary equipment does not pose any threat to Bilie, what about other Hell Demon Kings?

Even as long as the burning hell can give birth to legends, the high-level heaven can be in a hurry.

The increase of legendary equipment is still very powerful.

"What will you do if I die in battle?"

Jessica said very seriously.

As the last living barbarian of the Great Bear Tribe, could she enjoy some special treatment on the sacred mountain of Harrogath?

This question can determine many things.

"Once you die in battle, I will take Cassius to avenge you.

But we won't be in your every fight.

If you die, then die. "

Kotur said in a low voice.

He is serious.

The continuation of the race is indeed a matter of great importance to the savage.

But it would be impossible to make them pay special attention to a certain tribe.

Tribes and ethnic groups do not have registration numbers.

Bulkaso is still the last stag, and no other barbarians have asked him to marry immediately and spread his branches.

As long as there are savages alive that's enough.

Perhaps when it comes to protecting the last living barbarian, these guys have some different choices.

But since things haven't come to that point, everything will follow tradition...

Even if this tradition seems a little crudely inhumane.

"I know, I just want to be myself anyway.

I don't need to think about other things, right? "

Jessica smiled.

She stuffed the cloth in her hand into her backpack.

Then he carefully hung the God of War Blade on his waist.

Then he turned his body around to feel whether his actions would be affected.

Then a portal opened directly.

"Since I have not been entrusted with the responsibility of revitalizing the Great Bear Tribe,

Then I can fight as a barbarian.

Enjoy victory and blood, wrath and sword!

This kind of life is much better than what I feared at first. "

Jessica seemed to be relieved of something.

Although she has been becoming stronger before, there has always been entanglement in her heart.

The title of "The Last of the Great Ursa Barbarians" weighed heavily on her.

Now that there is no such pressure, she can live as much as she wants.

What could be more relaxing than this?

"Bon voyage, cut off a few more devil's heads by the way.

If possible, I'd like the little head of Earththumper to serve as a drinking bowl. "

Kurtur smiled and waved his hands as farewell.

After the portal closed in front of his eyes, Kurtur showed a look of distress.

"Cassius, do you think it's really okay for me to do this?

Although it is not good to let others take responsibility that belongs to us, we are dead.

Are you really willing to let the Big Bear Tribe disappear? "

Kurtur sat cross-legged on the ground, his thick arms hit the ground heavily.

Obviously his mood is not good, even very bad.

"We are dead.

Even if the Great Bear Tribe disappears, that has nothing to do with us.

When on earth 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 question is for smart people to think about. Although I am not smart, I am at least a little smarter than you.

Do you think it is a good thing for a soldier to go to the battlefield with great pressure? "

When Cassius spoke, he blocked the splashing snow and mud with his hand.

He is the one who can see the most.

"Olak made a choice, he just let go of his unwilling responsibilities.

You don't need another person to carry that heavy backpack again! "

Cassius shook his hand, throwing away the mud on his hand.

Then wiped his hands on Kurtur's clothes...

"I'm just not reconciled!

Orac gave his life and his glory.

You and I took my own life!

Lost countless familiar faces along the way!

But now, you told me that the Great Bear Tribe is going to be a thing of the past!

How can you make me happy! ? "

Kurtur looked a little manic.

When faced with this kind of thing, perhaps Coutur 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 you are dead, accept the future of our tribe with ease.

The savagery has not yet come to an end.

Perhaps one day there will be newborn barbarians who intend to form their own tribes.

Then, like fate, they named the tribe Big Bear.

Then, in the newly born Great Bear Tribe, a powerful barbarian who can bear everything will be born by coincidence.

The name happened to be Orac.

Then there will be Cassius, who mixes foul language into battle cries, and Kurtul, who is silent and powerful.

so what are you worried about?

We are dead.

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 at his braided beard and forced a smile on his face.

Apparently, he wasn't as relaxed as his words made it out to be.

"What a fucking world, what an angry world!"

Kotuel began to curse in a rare way.

Cassius became silent.

"I don't care if I win or not! I only care if I'm handsome when I'm fighting!

If it really comes to a critical juncture, can you and I still stay here and watch?

Bulkelso was less heartless.

He probably just wanted to put some pressure on the young man. "

Cassius uttered these words with a smile.

All the muscles on Kurtur's face trembled.

"Better!"

It seemed that squeezing out such words from his mouth had exhausted all of Kurtur's strength.

He lay directly on the ground, staring blankly at the sky.

...

"Bulkelso, the only ones who are still here are you and me.

If you want to ask something, I will consider whether to ask. "

Inarius said weakly while being hung on the cross.

The principle of the torture tool of the cross killing a life is actually extremely cruel.

The reason for the death of the person hung on it is generally not from excessive blood loss, but from suffocation...

Muscle cramps are just around the corner when muscles carry most of a person's weight with every breath.

By the time the muscles are exhausted and their strength is lost, the person dies of suffocation.

Fortunately, Inarius is not extraordinary, and being hung on a cross does not make him suffocate.

Even he can't breathe...

"The birth of legendary equipment!

What I am asking is this.

This is a thing of the past, and you may be able to do something about it. "

Bulkeso looked at Inaris who was hung up in front of him with a cold expression on his face.

Although Bulkelso couldn't find the part of Uldyssian from his own memory.

But he has already noticed clues about Uldyssian from different places in the past few hundred years.

Perhaps it was something left over from Uldyssian that made Bulkasso dislike Inarius.

There is even a lot of hostility.

"..."

Inarius chose silence.

He didn't say "no" or "yes" for an answer.

Just plain silence.

Bulkasso stared at Inarius, as if he wanted to see traces of fate from this angel.

As long as he gives any non-controversial answer, whether it is agreement or rejection.

That would make it all doomed...

And Inarius has been working hard to reduce this trouble.

"You still don't speak.

Not even any reply will come out.

I cannot make you speak, not even through torture or any other humiliation.

But there is always someone in this world who can make you talk.

I say a name, you think about it for yourself.

Lilith! "

Following Bulkasso uttering the name "Lilith".

Inarius' body trembled visibly.

At that moment, Inaris was struggling like a fish that had just been pulled out of the water and placed on the chopping board.

He still didn't speak, and even closed his eyes directly.

He should have many, many things he wants to express with this name.

But he chose not to say anything.

Even his eyes were tightly closed!

"It's not that I want to torture you by hanging you here.

It's just that I don't want to lift your hair and make you look at me.

Inarius, everything was born because you saw everything.

Or do you see it because those things exist?

This question has bothered me for a long time.

I even pressed Tyrael, but he turned on me for this.

I think, you are never alone to see your own thoughts, right?

If say you have any followers try to achieve everything you want.

So Tyrael? Or Auriel?

Is it Diablo? Or the current Lilith?

Even me once! ? "

There was no fluctuation in Bulkelso's eyes.

But the anger is being ignited little by little.

Then it turned into a real flame and burned on Bulkelso's body.

Inarius' body trembled slightly.

The trembling was very weak, as if a person's body was vibrating following the beating power of the heart.

"Inarius, you can turn back into the Archangel of Destiny at any time.

But what are you afraid of?

Is it because you are afraid that you are no longer yourself?

Or are you worried that even if you obey your fate, everything will be irreversible?

Or did not even what Malthael did escape your eyes?

But I don't believe that everything you've ever seen hasn't changed.

Just like my hundreds of years of life as Bul-Keso, can every morsel of food I eat be under your watchful eyes?

Or did you foresee the end of everything I did?

Do not make jokes.

There are countless things that have been born in this world.

And how could you have observed all this, and then let the fate of everything cannot be changed?

Let's just say, I don't believe that fate is omnipotent!

I'm going to drink next, you just say the name of the drink I'm going to drink next.

And I will not drink this bottle of wine.

You can even make up the name of a drink and say I'm going to drink it in ten minutes.

I want to see and experience for myself the destiny you have appointed.

This level of designation, even if there is a price to pay, it is not unbearable, right? "

A rare mocking expression appeared on Bulkelso's face.

It's like asking a seer if he can see the future.

Then give the other party a mouthful the moment the other party says he can.

This is to change the so-called "destiny" with personal will.

And if Bulkelso does this, there will be no strong external force to force Bulkelso to act according to the "appointment" of "fate".

At present, no matter whether it is the High Heaven or the Burning Hell, no one can force Bulkelso to do anything.

Even if Bulkelso drank a bottle of wine that didn't exist before, but whose name was just made up by Inaris, it was impossible for such an hour!

"I want to warn you, but my warning is definitely not a good thing.

Bulkelso, give me a break. "

Inarius said so, pleading in his voice.

And the next moment Bulkelso's face changed.

Because he noticed the aura of the first Bulkelso and Rathma appearing behind him.

"Let our father rest for a while.

What you are doing we have done before.

You want to know what to expect, we tell you. "

The first Bulkelso scratched his messy hair and said helplessly.