If after Bulcaisel ascended the throne of the Immortal King, he planned to do something to harm the barbarians, it would no longer be possible to stop him.

 Among the present barbarians, the ancestors took over the responsibility of the Council of Elders.

 With the addition of the three ancestors, the previous generation of immortal kings and the successors of the next generation, it is a complete force that can compete with the current immortal king.

Leiko's existence can only temporarily replace Warusk's position, and Warusk assumes the responsibility of the great elder.

 The damage to the power of the three ancestors made Bulkesso the only exception!

 No one can stop him from doing anything.

“I have no doubt that Bulkeso will be our hope.”

Talik said this.

 Olac has no way to refute.

  No matter how angry he was, he could not restore Maddock's soul to its original state.

“Prove to me that the three ancestors still have enough power.”

 Olac habitually stretched his hands to his waist.

 It’s just that his God of War Blade has been passed down to Jessica.

Olac’s hand could only hold the legendary phantom out of thin air.

 “Stop it, Orak.”

Burkeso walked forward with a frown on his face.

 He always felt that he frowned a lot more during this period.

 “I will make Maddock recover, you don’t have to worry.”

Burkeso held down Orak's arm and forcefully pushed Orak's arm back to his side.

 “You cannot weaken yourself, Bulcaisel.”

 Olac took a step forward, his chest collided with Bulcaisel's, and he spoke condescendingly.

 If Bulcaisel loses his own origin, he can naturally make up for Madoc's loss.

But just as the barbarians could not suppress the three ancestors of the Immortal King, they could not let the Immortal King become weak.

 Orak's anger was still high.

  “Aolauke, I know very well what tradition means, so I will not break what seems to me to be correct. Let alone use it in the name of innovation.

 It is clear to me that uncontrolled forces are both a savior and a greater threat.”

Burkeso felt that his brain was a little sore.

 Complicated things came one after another, which made even a powerful man feel a little haggard.

“You are talking nonsense, now look at what I do! Bulcaisel! This is one of the few things I can teach you!”

The anger in Orak's body turned towards incandescence, and then a ray of light rushed directly into Madok's body.

 “Do it first! Talk later!”

 Olac's breath began to slump in an instant, and his huge body shrunk visibly to the naked eye.

"Now Mardoc's title is not the Sorrower or the Battle Prophet, but the God of War. Anyway, he is dead and is no longer a prophet, so the title of God of War suits him just right."

Orak subconsciously wanted to hold onto his own God of War Blade, but failed.

“He won’t like my legend anyway, so just keep fighting with your own sorrow. Cassius will take good care of that little bear, right!?”

 Orac said like a roar.

 The figure has faded a bit.

 “I will take good care of every clan member.”

The one who came out was not Cassius, the strongest man from the Big Bear tribe, but Cotur, a somewhat honest guy.

 His promise is the most weighty among the ancestors.

 Only he will keep the promise between himself and the devil.

 “Kutul, it would be nice if you could be more cunning.”

 Cotur is Orac's favorite junior. His body is as strong as an upright bear.

Orak said this.

 The body began to sag toward the ground of the Holy Mountain.

ˆEntrusting oneself with glory and legend is a huge trauma to these souls.

Aurak had just entrusted his God of War's Blade to him not long ago, and now he has given the glory of the God of War to Mardoc.

 He needs some time to rest.

“Also, let the heir of that bastard Madoc know what he has to do if he wants to marry a girl from the Big Bear tribe!”

 O'Rach's last words were decisive.

 And he also slept under the ground full of weapons, accompanied by the soldiers who had died trying to inherit his glory.

 “Orak, you are too stubborn. You are too stubborn to listen to what others have to say.”

Burkeso sighed longly.

This is not the first time he has sighed.

Burkeso always feels like he is becoming more and more like an old man.

  He opened his palm and showed a pink gem that was as ordinary as a roadside stone.

 The power of simplicity!

This is one of the few original legendary gems on Bulcaisel.

 The legendary gem obtained from the female warrior monk, or the female venerable Lian Rasmussen.

 The increased damage from energy-generating attacks and skills is less important.

  But the powerful vitality awakened from the body with the attack is what deserves the most attention.

 “Your slam is perfect for this gem.”

Burkeso said with a sigh.

 Fortunately, Orak is not resting like Qualkek.

 It will only take a while to see this paternalistic God of War again in the Holy Mountain.

  Barbarians never forcefully change other people's wills and ideas.

 In the clash of wills, the stronger one will win in the end, but facing a respectable elder, Bulcaisel has no way to stop this choice.

 “Click might be a better fit for this gem.”

Leiko walked out and said casually.

Burkasso liked this gem very much, and even rejected Karasim's condition of exchanging it for the original legendary Strongman's Bane and the original freedom gem.

 The power of simplicity is really powerful.

Even if you only wear those imitation gems, every punch, every kick, and every chop with the heavy hammer can restore one-twenty-fifth of your body's vitality.

 In terms of attack power, it is even more unparalleled in terms of increase in attack power.

 But he was willing to give the gem to his friend.

 It's like his friends are willing to make sacrifices for him.

“The dead cannot retain their vitality, but they can use this vitality to heal the damage to the soul.”

Madoc looked at the Power of Simplicity and said this.

 He ​​stood upright with Talik's support, looked at the piece of land where Orak always sat cross-legged, and spat hard.

“Mind your own business, I don’t like your old-fashioned God of War Glory at all! I will train a God of War, and even if it doesn’t work, I will merge the Glory of God of War with the Great Bear Tribe again.”

Madoc gritted his teeth and turned around.

No one would look at Maddock’s face without understanding the charm.

Even if it doesn’t look like tears streaming down your face, it definitely won’t look good.

Besides, the older people get, the more they care about face.

 When Maddock was young, he received a lot of guidance and support from Orak.

 How to fight, how to use the strength of the body, and even how to control anger to continue the fight.

These things give Maddock a strong Orak style.

It’s just that Mardoc refused the honor of taking over as the God of War in the name of being a “war prophet”.

 And this elder finally entrusted the glory of the God of War to Mardoc.
Chapter completed!