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On the holy mountain of Harrogath, Jessica is chatting with Coutur.

Speaking of chatting, it can actually be seen as trying to get some information out.

For example, how are those legendary equipment created?

"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 such power.

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

Anyway, I don't understand something.

Take Orak's War God's Blade as an example.

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

Because that itself is his power.

It's just that he was solidified on his usual weapon by some kind of power. "

Courtour is not very good at communication.

But he still tried his best to tell Jessica what he knew.

Jessica's status is somewhat special.

As a pure bear tribe barbarian, it is not surprising that he will be given extra care by the "elders".

"It sounds like a lie has come true.

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

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

As long as Bili removes the lie at the critical moment, those who rely on legendary equipment to become stronger will immediately become weaker.

You haven't thought about this problem? "

Jessica rolled her eyes at Coutur while holding a clean cloth to wipe the weapon in her hand.

The answer Coutour gave did not convince Jessica.

"Billy doesn't have that power.

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

We have our doubts, but the guy is an angel. "

Courtour hesitated when he said this.

She seemed to be thinking about whether she should tell Jessica this undetermined 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 the other archangels.

Inarius may have done something at the moment of birth.

After all, Inarius was still able to control fate at that time.

Maybe...I mean maybe.

The first thing Inarius did when he wanted to rebel against his fate was to allow the world to give birth to legendary equipment.

Only his first resistance to fate can make use of the power of such a powerful fate. "

Courtour still said it.

Although this is not what he conjectured.

It was a guess made by Kanai when he was chatting.

It's just that Kanai didn't let others mention him when they talked about it.

When Jessica heard this, she finally wanted to believe.

This guess is more convincing than that lie.

"You didn't ask?"

Jessica looked at the embarrassed Coutour and asked.

She really wanted to know the answer, that's why she kept asking questions even when Coutur was embarrassed.

"We? You mean Burkeseau?

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

It's just that I don't think he would care about such a thing. "

Courtour said stiffly.

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

Because legends are not only forged by Nephalem.

Angels and demons are the same.

Both High Heaven and Burning Hell have their own legends.

If this is a lie, why would Billie do such a thankless thing?

Even if the existence of legendary equipment does not pose any threat to the comparison column, what about other **** demon kings?

Even as long as the burning **** can create a legend, the high heaven can be in a hurry.

The increase of legendary equipment is still very powerful.

"If I die, what will you do?"

Jessica said very seriously.

As the last surviving savage of the Big Bear Tribe, can she enjoy certain special treatment on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath?

This question can determine many things.

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

But we won't intervene in your every battle.

If you die, then die. "

Coutur said in a stern voice.

He is serious.

The continuation of the race is indeed something that the barbarians attach great importance to.

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

Tribes and ethnic groups cannot be assigned registration numbers.

Bourcaso is still the last stag, and he has never seen other barbarians ask him to get married immediately.

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

Perhaps when protecting the last surviving barbarian, these guys have some different choices.

But since things haven't gotten to that point, everything will go according to tradition...

Even if this tradition seems a bit crude and inhuman.

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

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's Blade on his waist.

Then he turned around and felt whether he would be affected by his actions.

Then a portal was opened directly.

"Since I have not been given the responsibility to revive the Great Bear Tribe,

Then I can fight as a barbarian.

Enjoy victory and blood, and wield rage and sword!

This kind of day is much better than what I was worried about at first. "

Jessica seemed to let go of something.

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

The title "Last Bear Tribe Barbarian" weighed heavily on her.

Now that there is no such pressure, she can live her life the way she wants.

What could be more relaxing than this?

"The journey is smooth, and by the way, I cut off a few more demons' heads.

If possible, I would like a small head of Earth Beater as a wine bowl. "

Coutur smiled and waved his hand to say goodbye.

After the portal closed in front of his eyes, Coutur showed a sad face.

"Casius, do you think it's really good for me to do this?

Although it is not a good thing to let others take responsibility for us, but we are already dead.

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

Coutur sat cross-legged on the ground, his sturdy arm hitting the ground heavily.

Obviously, his mood is not good, even very bad.

"We are dead.

The Big Bear Tribe is gone, and that has nothing to do with us.

When will you learn not to think so much?

I know you are not stupid, but you have absolutely nothing to do with being smart.

This kind of question is for smart people to consider. Although I am not smart either, 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 most open-minded person.

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

You don't need to let another person put on that heavy backpack again! "

Cassius shook his hand, and threw the clay dots aside.

and then wiped his hands on Courtour's clothes...

"I'm just not reconciled!

Olak gave his life and honor.

You and I took our own lives!

Countless familiar faces were lost along the way!

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

How can you make me happy! ? "

Courtour looked a little manic.

Gu </span> In the face of this kind of thing, maybe Coutur behaves more like a normal person.

"I'm not happy either.

But what I'm not reconciled to is why I didn't survive after my victory.

Now that he is dead, let's calmly accept the future of our tribe.

The barbarians are not over yet.

Perhaps someday a new barbarian will try to establish his own tribe.

And then named the tribe Big Bear as if it was destined.

Then, in the newly born big bear tribe, a powerful barbarian who takes on everything will be born by coincidence.

His name happens to be Olak.

And then there will be a Cassius who incorporates foul-mouthed words into battle cries, and a taciturn and powerful Coutur.

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 generation fight.

Other things have nothing to do with us. "

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

Obviously, he was not as relaxed as his own words said.

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

Coutour cursed in a rare manner.

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 stay here and watch?

Burkesso was not so heartless.

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

Cassius spit out such a sentence with a smile.

The muscles on Coutour's face were shaking.

"Better so!"

It seemed that the words squeezed out of his mouth had exhausted all of Courtour's strength.

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

…

"Bourkesso, the only people who are still here are you and me.

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

Inaris said weakly as he was hung on the cross.

The principle of the cross as a torture tool to kill a life is actually extremely cruel.

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

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

When the muscles are completely exhausted and lose their strength, the person will die of suffocation.

Fortunately, Inarius is not an extraordinary person, and being hung on a cross will not make him unable to breathe.

Even he can not breathe...

"The birth of legendary equipment!

This is what I want to ask.

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

Bulkasso looked at Inaris who was hung up in front of him with a cold expression.

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

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

Perhaps it was something left over from Uldyssian that made Burkesso have no sympathy for Inaris.

There is even a lot of hostility.

"…"

Inaris chose silence.

He didn't say "no" or "yes".

Just pure silence.

Burkessel stared at Inaris, as if he wanted to see the traces of fate from this angel.

As long as he gives any uncontroversial answer, no matter whether it is agreement or refusal.

That would make it all doomed...

And Inarius has been working to reduce this trouble.

"You still don't speak.

Not even giving any answer.

I can't make you speak, even if it's torture or any other humiliation.

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

I say a name, think about it for yourself.

Lilith! "

With Bourkesso saying the name "Lilith".

Inaris' body trembled obviously.

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, even closed his eyes directly.

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

But he chose not to express himself.

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 to make you look directly at me.

Inarius, it is because you see everything that everything is born.

Or do you only see because those things exist?

This question has troubled me for a long time.

I even pressed Tyrael to question, but he turned the sword against me for that.

I think, you've never been alone to look at some idea of ​​your own, right?

If you have any followers trying to achieve everything you want.

Then Tyrael? Or Auriel?

Is it Diablo? Or the current Lilith?

Even the former me! ? "

There was no fluctuation in Burkeseau's eyes.

But the anger is being ignited little by little.

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

Inarius' body trembled slightly.

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

"Inaris, you can change back to the Archangel of Destiny at the beginning 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 is it that even what Malthael did did not escape your eyes?

But I don't believe that nothing you've ever seen has changed.

Just like my hundreds of years of life as Bourkesso, can every bite of food I eat be under your gaze?

Or did you foresee the end of everything I did?

Do not make jokes.

Countless things have been born in this world.

And how could you possibly observe all this, and then make the fate of everything irreversible?

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

I'm going to drink next, you can name the drink I'm going to drink next.

And I will not drink this wine.

You can even make up a wine name and say I'll drink this bottle in ten minutes.

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

With this level of designation, even if you have to pay a price, it's not unbearable, right? "

There was a rare sneering look on Burkeseau's face.

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Then the moment the other party said he could, he gave the other party a mouth.

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

And if Bulkessel does this, then there will be no powerful external force forcing Bourkessel to act according to the "designation" of "fate".

At present, no one can force Bulkesuo to do anything, whether it is the high heaven or the burning hell.

Even for an hour, it would be impossible for Bulkesso to drink a bottle of wine that did not exist, but whose name was arbitrarily made up by Inaris!

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

Burkeseau, let me rest for a while. "

Inaris said this, with pleading in his voice.

The next moment, Bourkesso's expression changed.

Because he noticed the auras of the first-generation Bulkesso and Rasma appearing behind him.

"Let our father rest for a while.

We have already done what you are doing.

You want to know what will happen, we will tell you. "

The original Bourkessel scratched his tousled hair and said helplessly.

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