$449 The Conqueror's Resurrection and Luke's Heart (to Be Continued)

"You mean, the ancestor Maddock has already had the will to die?"

Luke held the war blade tightly in his hand, and looked at Jessica who was opposite with an uncertain face.

When he said this, the roars of Kahn and Talek happened to come from a distance.

Because of this roar, Luke was stunned.

He understood that Maddock had done what he had always wanted to do.

The question he wanted to ask Jessica became less important.

The vigorous Maddock never left a chance for others to persuade him. He had already seen the "established future" in his eyes!

The God of War Blade in Jessica's hand emerged, emitting light.

Her eyes became unpredictable, and after a long time, she slowly said: "Luke, you should have gone with the ancestor Maddock before."

It seems a bit of hindsight to say this at this time, but Jessica thinks it's better to say this.

Even if Luke and her relationship is still very sweet now, it won't last forever.

There will always be all kinds of quarrels in a lifetime, but only concealment will be the most serious rift.

Only then did Luke realize what Maddock had said before when he exclaimed "You know everything".

At this time, he raised his head and looked at Jessica, feeling that the person in front of him was a little strange.

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

Luke's voice was trembling.

Maddock's existence was no longer just a guide and a teacher to him.

The mark left in a short time will not disappear easily.

"Some things must be decided by you, Luke."

Jessica's eyes were still quiet, and she had been prepared for such questions in her heart.

"Neither Maddock nor I can arrange life for others, just like our ancestors never stopped others from doing things.

If you want to do it, do it, as long as you bear the corresponding consequences.

This is a barbarian."

Jessica lowered her head and slowly brushed the blade of the God of War's Blade with her hand, and her blood was smeared on the knife.

At this time, Luke looked at Jessica as if he saw the God of War Orlac.

The turbulent undercurrent under the quiet water surface.

"Yes, it was me who didn't accompany the ancestor Maddock to complete the last journey. What do I have to complain about? I can only say that there is really no difference between me and the donkey! I only know how to look at the carrot hanging in front of my eyes, and I don't even look at the road. I just know how to be whipped and walk slowly forward."

Luke was obviously a little depressed.

Anger emerged on his body, but it was extinguished little by little.

Between calmness and anger, the barbarians are always looking for a balance.

Especially for warriors, this balance varies from person to person.

But actively extinguishing anger is an unheard-of wonder before.

"Luke!"

Jessica shouted Luke's name a little nervously.

Her lack of experience could not understand Luke's current behavior.

"Don't worry, he just made his own choice. Of course, just like us old guys, we choose our own way of fighting when facing different situations.

Damn it, can't the Holy Mountain optimize the process of reappearance!"

The voice of Helabor came from the ground.

The conqueror finally appeared in front of him in the form of the ancestral spirit.

The loss of that kind of soul can be repaired, but it takes a long time.

Unless he gets help from other ancestors!

"Madoc has almost arranged everything. When his soul goes to the Burning Hell, it will probably only have one strike."

Helabor said, crawling out of the ground in a somewhat embarrassed manner, looking at Luke with a pair of eyes with strong aggression.

He didn't intend to blame anything for the successor chosen by Maddock.

But he still felt distressed when choosing between "the future of the barbarians" and "the glory of the barbarians' past".

"To be honest, in terms of Luke's talent, he is more suitable for my fighting style, because among all the ancestors on the Holy Mountain, only I can fight without regard for the consequences.

Unless my anger is exhausted."

Helabor walked directly to Luke, who was still in a trance, with scrutiny in his eyes.

"He will never be my successor, because this world no longer needs conquerors.

Just kidding, with Bul-Kathos, who would not show caution and respect when facing a barbarian?

Conquering by force is out of date."

Helabor talked ramblingly, slowly stretched out his hand and pressed it on Luke's head.

The mentor prepared by Maddock for Luke, an existence that best suits his physical talent.

Innate strong physical defense, plus a fighting style that constantly heals injuries.

This will allow Luke to go more smoothly on this road.

Helabor is an ancestor with no other significant characteristics except for recovery methods.

He can use all types of weapons skillfully, and is a barbarian who has been awarded the title of battle master.

Although he is not as good as Kor, who holds the Fury of Hidden Peak, in using a heavy hammer, and not as good as the swordmaster Kahn in using a long sword.

His long-range throwing is far inferior to Orlongus, and his fists are not as strong as Cassius.

His handling of one-handed heavy weapons is not as unmatched as the god of war Orlak, and his strength is not as good as Koutor of the Great Bear Tribe.

But he has no shortcomings!

And he is not mediocre!

He is the ancestor best suited to mentor Luke after Madoc.

Madoc has completed the basic shaping of Luke, and now it's Luke's turn to make a choice.

"Did Madoc ever describe Luke in terms of his son? Even once?"

Herab rubbed the messy beard on his chin and looked at Luke in front of him and asked.

"There was one time. Luke remembered that time very vividly and even told me excitedly. That day was probably the happiest day he spent on the Holy Mountain."

As Jessica said this, the God of War Blade in her hand hung on her waist.

Although it is still a phantom, the Blade of the God of War has no intention of disappearing again.

Orak recognized Jessica, and Jessica had begun to think about problems in Orak's way.

Even though the barbarians may no longer need a new god of war, this honor will still be passed down.

"Tch~ That was the only time in his life that Madoc said that."

Helab seemed to be glowing at this moment.

The conqueror no longer has any anger, because all the anger has melted into his soul and body, turning into a warrior who will not die violently!

He was observing Luke in his own way, but his attitude was very bad!

Beads of sweat broke out all over Luke's body almost instantly, which only appeared under sudden severe pain!

"Madoc is one of the three ancestors, although this position has probably been taken by Kahn.

He doesn't have the slightest affection for Luke. Although he won't beat or scold him at every turn, are you prepared to be ignored by Kahn? "

Herab had a sinister smile on his face, and the process of helping Luke was not easy even for him.

"Talik and Korik will treat Luke like a son because that's how Madoc views Luke.

They are brothers, even if blood may be a little distant.

But Kahn might regard Luke as a piece of trash, the kind of trash that wouldn't burn even if thrown into a furnace.

Because Kahn looked at Madoc the same way Madoc looked at Luke.

It was a free and long-lasting story, but probably no one except me will remember the emotions these guys had for each other. "

Jessica listened to Hailab's words and chose silence.

She knew very well that this was Hailab giving them a hint, but it was not what they wanted.

"Is it possible for ancestor Madoc to reappear?"

Even though Luke was slightly unconscious in the severe pain, he still clearly heard everything Herab said.

He asked calmly, as if he was not the one covered in pain and sweat.

"Ha! You didn't disappoint me too much after all. As a prophet, Madoc can really see further than the rest of us."

When Luke said those words, Herab immediately increased his intensity.

Blood had begun to ooze from Luke's body.

Hellab will guide Luke and help Luke.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't have a little strange opinion about Luke!

This lesson can help Luke better move towards becoming stronger.

"Let's see when Bulcaisel can become the existence we are looking forward to.

I think it's impossible, especially since he never said he wanted to be a god. "

Herab's words were sarcastic, and a few scattered sparks faintly appeared on his body.

Conquerors are not hard-hearted, and the anger that melts into the soul during the excitement still has a chance to show its existence.

The ancestors have long reached a consensus that Luke is a good person.

But there is still a huge gap between such a guy and Madoc back then.

The title does not simply represent being recognized or feared by others, and "prophet" does not simply indicate Madoc's identity.

A destined strongman who was chosen by the first ancestors to become the gatekeeper at the age of eighteen was something that Luke could not achieve now.

"I will risk everything!"

Luke said through gritted teeth, his voice still steady.

Even though the pain increased sharply, it did not cause any fluctuation in his voice.

But this sentence really made Hairab fall into rage!

A fist as big as a casserole hit Luke's eye socket in various ways! This punch almost made Luke's eyes fly out!

"Risk everything? How dare you say risk everything!?"

Facing Helab's rage, Luke and Jessica seemed a little at a loss.

"I'm telling you! It's not the turn of the weak to risk everything on this holy mountain! It's also not the turn of children like you who haven't even finished growing up to risk everything!

Savages never ask for children to pay!

Because hope only needs to grow slowly until it can shine with its own glory!

Madoc's sacrifice is not for you to risk everything! ! ! "

Herab strangled Luke's neck, and at this moment, raging anger finally emerged from his body! The angry flames soared that half of the sky was dyed red!