Dark Savages Come To the United States

"I don't think you can pass my test now, Jessica."

Olak looked at Jessica Jones in front of him, and said in a low voice.

This ancestor with the name of God of War, the first battle he experienced was a large-scale group of demons.

Although it was just a group of walking corpses, it was more than three hundred.

Even though Jessica Jones has good physical fitness in the eyes of barbarians, Orlak doesn't think this girl can win.

"I can fly, isn't it enough for me to pass your test?"

Jessica Jones said with some complacency.

Flying is a dream ability for most human beings.

"fly?"

Oracle sneered.

"You can try to see if you can fly here."

Jessica thought about what Olak meant when she heard the words.

As a private investigator and side reporter for a newspaper, Jessica Jones is not stupid.

"That is to say, there are restrictions on flying here?"

"It's just that in front of the strong, flying is meaningless most of the time."

As Olak spoke, the aura on his body expanded, trapping Jessica in place.

Among the demons of hell, there are many types that can fly, but they can only fight on the ground when facing barbarians.

Not because they're after some fair fight, but flying is worthless in front of the nephalem.

Diablo can fly straight to the high heavens, but can't he still only stand on the ground when facing Bulkelso?

For defeating the nephalem, flying doesn't work.

It's that simple.

The child of angels and demons, the nephalem, with their infinite possibilities, could of course fly, but that wouldn't make much sense.

Gradually, all nephalem don't need to fly much, and no one mentions this crop.

Undead demons like the walking dead can even play some simple tactics.

What's the use of flying?

"So I can fly?"

Luke Cage, who was looking at Olak and Jessica not far away, was a little surprised.

Just like that Thunder Shazam, he wasn't sure if he could fly before he actually flew.

For nephalem, it's not impossible, but unnecessary.

No matter how high you jump, you will still be killed by the molten fire, fierce poison, strong ao and the like on the ground.

It can't escape like flying.

Birds can still step on the shelves on the ground, and stone people can also be petrified.

It is not a big deal that the ground effect can be anti-air.

boom! sound.

Luke Cage felt the familiar pain.

"Bastard, you didn't ask me to train when you came back, and came to see what Olak was doing!"

Maddock straightened the iron rod in his hand and yelled at Luke Cage who was lying on the ground.

"I just came to ask about your story."

Luke rolled over and rubbed the back of his head as he spoke.

"Then why don't you ask me?"

Maddock kicked Luke in the butt.

"Can you say it?"

"No, but you don't even ask, what does that look like!"

Maddock grabbed the back of Luke's neck and dragged him to the previous training ground.

"Aren't you a prophet? Then why don't you even know what I'm going to do!"

Luke fought hard against Maddock's power, he didn't want to be dragged along.

"I'm a battle prophet, are you here to fight with me! Then I don't need to predict that you will die a miserable death!"

Maddock didn't say that he was no longer a prophet after his death, perhaps it seemed unnecessary to him.

"Idiot, go to the secret realm for me now! I want to see how much growth I haven't seen in these days!"

Maddock dragged Luke away cursing, and would he hit Luke on the head with a stick?

It's not that he doesn't want to slap with his palm, but that even if the iron rod is broken, it won't hurt Luke, but if he strikes too hard, his heir's head will explode.

Maddock doesn't want his legacy to put too much pressure on his heir, at least not yet.

For most barbarians, the moment they learned that their final opponent was Baal, all they could do was brandish their weapons and die generously.

And Luke Cage obviously has no awareness of fearless death.

On the other side, Olak and Jessica watched Maddock clean up Luke Cage together, and waited until the two men left their sight before continuing the previous conversation.

"Then what do I do now?"

Jessica looked at the giant man in front of her, a little curious.

Aurak's dark brown hair and unshaven beard hid his face.

Basically, you can't see what his facial features look like.

The barbarians of the Great Bear Tribe basically have this image.

Like a brood of giant bears, it looks rude and savage.

"Now, learn to use weapons first."

Olak bent down and swept away the snow with his hands, picked up a recruit handaxe, and threw it to Jessica Jones.

Olak took out another ax and grabbed it in his hand.

Aurak quickly swung the handaxe towards the distance, and a shock wave directly rushed into the sky.

"Slam, a skill that every barbarian must master. Once you master the slam, you will be able to use it with ease no matter what weapon it is."

Aurak threw the ax back to the ground casually, and then took the God of War Blade on his waist in his hand.

With his swing, a hurricane rose, and then a flame-like shock wave flew into the sky.

At that moment, Jessica felt that this place was not a snow mountain at all, but a crater about to erupt.

"Tch, that monster Orac."

Andakurgas, who was intensively forging the car with Rasuke, spat at the flame-like shock wave.

Slamming itself is a skill used by barbarians to accumulate anger, but in Aurak's hands, he can release his anger through slamming.

The explosion that has multiplied by more than five times makes Aurak invincible in battle.

Unleashing rage with a swipe is as paradoxical as using a running faucet to absorb water.

Accumulating anger and releasing anger happen at the same time, this is an ability that only belongs to Orac.

Even if Bulkelso's slam can defeat Aurlak's slam head-on, he, Bulkaisso, will not be able to learn Aurak's weird skills.

"Okay, Ancestor Anda, let's forge quickly! We will have our own car soon."

Rasuke stretched out his arms, gesticulating his biceps and talking aloud.

Andakurgas was very accommodating to the young barbarian Rasuke, even though Rasuke always acted like a joke.

But no one would say that the weapons he forged were bad.

If this guy hadn't died at the time, he might have been able to create his own legend through forging.

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