$148 God of War Orak (Fifth Update)

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

Orak looked at Jessica Jones in front of him and said in a muffled voice.

The first battle experienced by this ancestor with the name of the God of War was a large-scale group of demons.

Although it was just a group of zombies, there were more than 300 of them.

Even though Jessica Jones had good physical fitness in the eyes of barbarians, Orak didn't think this girl could win.

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

Jessica Jones said with some complacency.

Flying is an ability that most humans dream of.

"Fly?"

Orak sneered.

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

Jessica thought about what Orak meant when she heard it.

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

"So there is a ban on flying here?"

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

As Orak said this, his aura swelled, trapping Jessica in place.

There are many demons in hell that can fly, but they can only land to fight when facing barbarians.

It's not because they pursue a fair fight, but flying is worthless in front of Nephalem.

Diablo can fly directly to the high-level heaven, but when facing Bul-Kathos, can't he still stand on the ground?

Because flying doesn't work if you want to defeat Nephalem.

It's that simple.

The children of angels and demons, Nephalem with infinite possibilities can of course fly, but it's meaningless.

Gradually, all Nephalem don't need to fly, and no one mentions this.

The undead demons like zombies can even play some simple tactics.

What's the use of flying?

"So I can fly?"

Luke Cage, who was watching Orak and Jessica not far away, was a little surprised.

Just like that Thunder Shazam, he was not sure if he could fly before he actually flew.

For Nephalem, it was not that he could not fly, but that it was unnecessary.

No matter how high he jumped, he would still be killed by Molten, Venomous, and Strong Ao on the ground.

He could not escape even if he flew.

Birds could step on the shelves on the ground, and the Stone Man would be petrified.

It was not a big deal that the ground effect could be used against the air.

Bang!

Luke Cage felt the familiar pain.

"Asshole, why did you come back to see Orak instead of training with me!"

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 turned over and got up, rubbing the back of his head.

"Then why didn't you ask me?"

Maddock kicked Luke in the butt.

"Can you tell me?"

"No, but you don't even ask, what a shame!"

Madoc grabbed Luke's neck and dragged him to the training ground.

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

Luke tried hard to resist Maddock's power, he didn't want to be dragged away.

"I'm a battle prophet, are you here to fight me? Then I can tell you will die miserably without foreknowledge!"

Madoc didn't say that he would no longer be a prophet after his death, perhaps in his opinion, there was no need to say these things.

"Stupid, when we get there, you go into the secret realm! I want to see if you have grown up in these days!"

Madoc dragged Luke away with a curse, and whether he would hit Luke on the head with a stick in his backhand.

It's not that he didn't want to hit him with his palm, but even if the iron stick was broken, it wouldn't hurt Luke, but if he hit him with too much force, his heir's head would explode.

Madoc didn't want his legend to bring too much pressure to his heir, at least not now.

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

And Luke Cage obviously had not yet realized the fearless death.

On the other side, Orlac and Jessica watched Maddock deal with Luke Cage, and waited until the two men left their sight before continuing the previous conversation.

"What should I do now?"

Jessica looked at the giant in front of her with some curiosity.

Orlac had dark brown hair and a beard without any trimming, which blocked his face.

It was basically impossible to see what his facial features looked like.

The barbarians of the Big Bear Tribe basically looked like this.

Like a nest of giant bears, they looked rude and barbaric.

"Now, learn to use weapons first."

Orlac bent down and swept away the snow with his hands, picked up a standard hand axe for new recruits, and threw it to Jessica Jones.

Orlac took out another axe and grabbed it in his hand.

Orak swung his axe quickly in the distance, and a shock wave rushed directly into the sky.

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

Orak threw the axe back to the ground, and then took the God of War Blade on his waist.

As he waved, a hurricane rose, and then a fire-like shock wave flew into the sky.

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

"T-that monster Orak."

Andakulgas, who was intensively forging a car with Rasuk, looked at the flaming shock wave and spat.

Slam itself is a skill used by barbarians to store up their anger, but in Orak's hands, he can release his anger through slamming.

The explosion increased by more than five times, making Orak invincible in the battle.

Releasing your anger by slamming it is as paradoxical as sucking water from a faucet that only dispenses water.

Accumulating anger and releasing anger happen at the same time. This is an ability that only belongs to Orak.

Even if Bulkatho's punch could defeat Orak's punch head-on, he, Bulkatho, couldn't learn Orak's weird skills.

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

Rasuq said loudly, stretching out his arms and gesturing with his biceps.

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

But no one would say that the weapons he forged were not good.

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